The girl and the crow Part II
Iris to Jack Black September 2022:
‘If you come here to I-ran-away, there will be no result – you will get arrested and put in prison, and we’ll not be able to see each other..’
A note on the sheet page of my copy of Nova Express by William S. Burroughs just caught my attention: The 72 sects despises the woman as idolatry – and rides her to death, in a hard dichotomy..
The puppet regimes’ of the west are down right hypocrites. They rely on that their populations through the brainwash of ’mass media’ will ’believe’ anything they tell them. And sorry to say that works. They need to be demonetized. They are demons in human disguise
”Get to know the right, then you would know the people of right. Right Is not measured by its men, but men are measured by their right.”
Anger is an enemy, so do not let it control you✨
The beauty of a person is not in their face, but is reflected by the light of their heart💕
Body is purified by water.
Ego by tears.
Intellect is purified by knowledge.
And soul is purified by love.
Silence is the garden of thought.
” Learn how to be silent, Just as how you learned to speak.”
If you want to hold the beautiful one, hold yourself to yourself.-Rumi
Fear God and you will have no cause to fear anyone.
Then you will see, the consequences of that idiocy #28 nov 2016
Fear none but your sins ~𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐥𝐢
3000 years, my sorrow would last that long, they made everything inverted so that things would go wrong
As the seabreeze met my face, on while me bicycling across the bridge to Bastuholmen, I could not help but stop, paus, to let that soft breeze, not far from the open sea caress my figure. And seeing those gleeful waves, come against me, a little white, but mostly glittering in the sunlight, my mind pondered over how it soon would be, to include me in the picture, soon emerged in the water. The screams of seagulls and Pallas’s Gulls sailing over that bay of the sea, called ’Mörtnäsfjärden’, soothed the mind of me. The inhabitants of Ornö were in their cant and illussion still, though years had passed since they latest saw my looks gone by the big illussion of our time, the modern torture they stubbornly refused to regard as such , since they in majority were vain in their bubble of ignorance; a good tax payer I am, and the whole fucking education system is all good I think,.. Yhea, they could still be seen holding a grudge against me, so many evil words just because I had followed the inner light I loved and believed was truth, and finally by some mega miracle Allah had let that light come true, and so, even these had softened in their prejudices, and now accepted my personality as a part of Swedish culture. It was a happy day, and mother had jokingly complained about me looking as dressed for a Tv awards show moment.. Many had been those whom had referred my looks to my beautiful clothes I had all received as gifts, not realizing that the light Allah had made prevail through me, feeded my personality with beauty, and that slowly taking shape, against the gnawing of time, Allah had made me attractive as an famous hero actor. Beauty came from inside, and through being prepared to die at any moment for Allah’s sake. Such were the stakes. And I had made it through many a deadly peril, and my looks by all the torture, had in the end only improved. Those deep psychological roots of virus b-23 which gradually was on its way to turn the majority of the inhabitants of the earth into raging zoombies, really had a clear logic: day after day they denied for themselves, that the massmedia where they idolized their presstitutes which served them bought out truths, which they corrupted to lies.. Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, decade after decade, century after century a false tales they as a ’majority’ worshipping mammon through the ’comfortable’ manner of ’believing’ in whatever the massmedia told them, in this manner they gradually turned into zoombies since the whole ’spectacle’ was hiding Abramelin The Jew black magical childen sacrifices after being raped.
But that sound of freedom that for the culprits was that sound of the young cunt they got wet after all, when raping, was another sound in the masses of people on the internet that shed light on all those crimes the influential and rich perpetuated under the cover of that night the massmedial lies hid their activity in. Such were the zoombie fight trying as best it could, to get under our skin. ’it’s that little thing!’ the zoombies scream, but it does not seem to be a little thing for them at all, you get the catch my friend: ’what I do buying whores and enslaving children to drink their blood after sexual ritual! Are you a watcher you creep?! I will make you scream you motherfucker! You watched (for free?!). Do you hear that sound of MY freedom, haw haw haw haw? That’s all you ever g e t in your life you dig you fucking goat! Bäh’
Such were the words of my friend some time before he was murdered by the Swedish government.
Allah had pointed out a correlation of almost supernatural proportion in sura 25. He said there; haven’t you noticed how He lengthens the shadow? And had He willed, He could certainly have made it stationary. Then We have made the sun a proof of this. The sun was love, truth, beauty. If one had this golden chain intact one didn’t notice the morning shadow as the sun was rising gradually, and this man’s good morning was not as other people’s ’good morning’. Niggers were having black skin, not because of the sun, but because they couldn’t stand light of love, so God had made them appear as shadows.
Our shadow was evil, lying, cheating, stealing and a deep artistic nature always came with a deep unbearable feeling of separation if a shadow would deflect the inner light. But the sun was made by Allah as a proof of this shadow! That meant that to nigger souls of darkness this separation was not felt. For a liar you could lie unendingly if that served your purposes of getting away from the evil shadows. As a Nazgul passed the sky, souls full of light as ARAGON or GANDALF or LEGOLAS at once detected a dark spot in the skies.
Though, that to from childhood come to a mature grown up personality, if you were deeply artistical in nature, you might had have to put an antithesis to your childish spontaneity, taint yourself a little with lies and stealing and pornography.. Just a little you see and then drive the subject as far as it could get, as zoombie lane caught a whiff of it and came dragging after you, feeling the possible taste of lamb-meat, virginity, those wolfs of horror.
That is what Nils had used his diagnosis to; ’p.s. Paranoid skizophrenia’ he had become happy as he managed to recieve it way back, since he knew it would save him from things he didn’t wanna do.. Like stealing, cheating and lying, and most happy he was with the thought that his ’diagnosis’ saved him from ever having to look at pornography again, since he noticed it was enough for him to speak about his ’diagnosis’ and then quote William S Burroughs like it was from his own life; then if that person he happened to have a small chat with was a negro inside that evil at once jumped out and began chasing him. Then Allah’s light descended in the night and his pornstars, that was women being in love with him, made him pleasure so that he totally forget the evil inflicted to him by the surroundings.
In this manner he went through Nietzsche’s ’what does not kill me strengthens me!’ Rimbaud’s idea that the poet remains a poet by going through adolescens again and again, and this state of mind became permanent in Nils as Allah led him to Islam and so he could find pleasure in his women lovers in a way pleasing to Allah, by following prophet Muhammad’s sunnah.
All this came to a rapid end, Jack Black thought, as the Swedish government shot my friend and predecessor Nils Kovacs, AKA by some as ’Kiko’ to death, for the sole crime of being honest, and showing them what Allah said in the beginning of the Quran that ’they only fooled themselves and realized it not. In their hearts a disease, and Allah has worsened this disease, and a harsh punishment is awaiting since they used to tell lies.’
William Blake had confirmed the way Nils Kovacs, AKA as Kiko, in his first line of ’the marriage of heaven and hell’: ’as I walked among the fires of hell, delighted by the work of genius, which to angels seem like torment or insanity I collected some of their proverbs..’
The vampyres and zoombies have this his little problem you see.. ’they are insane, or rather worse’ ’they are like cattle or rather worse in error’ Allah said in the Quran. Such were the people of hell, and the zombie brainwash had taken effect, so that those masses of raving energy vampires, whom worshipped idols that were ’real’ vampires all became insentient ’watchers’ where they, just like they did in the system of torture disguised under the wolf in sheep clothes faulty name of ’psychiatry’ ’observed’ the victim of their Christ sickness, that they needed someone to project their mental illness at, an illness Allah enlightened us about in the Quran.
As I in hoary winter’s night stood shivering in the snow,
Surpris’d I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;
They all kept repeating the obvious lie whenever asked about their state of mind, that ’it was all good’ though in their hidden angst, all they could moan about secretly was their fear to lose ’status’ in society, to confess their fault, that they once and in this instance ’for all’ had fallen for statue worship.
And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,
A pretty Babe all burning bright did in the air appear;
So instead they put out hyper sensitive microphones around their alleged Christ victim, listening after ’that little thing’ which would all take them to hell, since they kept on stamping on the human face forever, in an order in the shape of an obelisk topped by the devil himself, afraid to lose status or GOD forbid become a victim of the masses of idiots themselves!, since if the mark would come on them the mental illness would en masse be depressing them mentally, until they broke down, when all the devilish deception of indoctrination they’ve gone through and ritual sacrifices of children that the Hollywood elite do, would come crashing down, hopefully as an edict of realization of what they themselves has to do..
Who, scorched with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed
As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed.
“Alas!” quoth he, “but newly born, in fiery heats I fry,
Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel my fire but I!
And the eternal separation of the idol-worshippers subduing the statue-worshippers into enslavement under their ado, would go on, and ’the observation’ of scanning the Christ victim’s voice patterns of movement, eye glances, gestures were turning into a dystopian nightmare of surveilling dictatorship where everybody except the elite in the end was going to have a brain and handchip, the hand to buy and sell, as the book of revelations in the bible had readily pointed out as the mark of the beast, and the brain-chip used as a tool to control pattern your mind, still ’listening in paraniod suspicion after ”that little thing” ready to report to the authorities, if so through gossip with your neighbors that
My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns,
Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns;
’you know that young boy dressed in military overall that looks like from the Russian military or something, he seems strange..
The fuel Justice layeth on, and Mercy blows the coals,
The metal in this furnace wrought are men’s defiled souls,
You know here the other day as I met him in the stairwell I stared at him all the way coming up the stairs and as he approached and I looked creepily at him, yhea, you know that hair standing on edge so to speak in metaphoric language, I could detect an insecurity in his voice as I said: what are you doing here? Of course I knew he probably was going to his garden at the roof, and that poor bastard you know this dare-devil just said ’hi’ and walked by, but I detected a weakness in his voice that must simply mean.. Yhea, you know’. Like a machine writing out a page the partner of conversation retorted back, trying to lay in a dark authoritarian sway in his voice that was made to make something crack in the listener of its message as to look no further.. And looking at the figure uttering one was SUPPOSED to know that this very person was figuring in ”the news papers”.
For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good,
So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood.”
”I know exactly what you speak about”. ”see you around then” the first one answered, the first half sounding like familiarity and the second like a softening question to control the solidity of the character of ’the famous person’ slimy and slippery he was seen walking up the stairs like a giraffe grabbing the banister like in a violent way, couldn’t hurry more it seemed to get away from a realization somewhere deep ’down there’. Such were the sick meeting of aspiring vampires.
With this he vanish’d out of sight and swiftly shrunk away,
And straight I called unto mind that it was Christmas day.