anti woke

”woke” so called

Is the very obstacle to waking up

We are creating “anti woke”

The city that never sleeps

Girl to me:

With stars and stripes on his body.. in his eyes..

Tiger tiger burning bright

In that forest of the night

What immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symmetry..

’In what deeps and depths of skies.. burnt the fire of thine eyes..’

‘In my dreams I see your face, it hits me like a thousand trains..

I don’t wanna wake up if you are gone..

Do you still love me? I gotta know..

Then let it show..

Do you still love me, I gotta knooooow..’ – Miley Cyrus

The worm wriths ‘are you one of those whom needlessly steps foot on a worm? Or feels contempt for the man whom does so??’ – Zen mAster Reginald Horace Blyths..

Skin cracking

Like a snake rrampled on dying..

And Jeffrey Epstein shakeshifted into an underworld creature like vampires do..

Into a green little reptile, when he felt he had his victim totally under control, as for it to really know, it was all a show, that thing up there on planet earth.. ‘you know..’

He shafeshifted from his human form that was just a fleshy costume..

‘only similarity honey is that Eiwar is drinking alcohol and sitting in front of a computer.. and that I am drinking alcolhol and sitting in front of a computer.. apart from that no similarity..’

Like a snake trampled on dying’

Blind – thinking ‘is earth close,’ on the concrete ground,

It raises its head – panicing afraid..

Envy is a type of skizophrenia,

Yes it is like Prophet Muhammad splitting the moon, but on the different level you get it

Like horizontal instead..

And that is sorry to say cutting the eye in half Den analusiska hunden by Salvador Dali

Cutting the eye in half horizontally totally victimizing the whole of humanity..

Cutting it vertically could happen when you kill someone with a catana sword yes.

But to you it horizontally you have to have your victi9m under total control

Like Jeffrey Epstein that psychopathic vampire.. still living..

You see it is all a show.. these people the public  can’t get at, since they are themselves all controlled by the riba of the yew devils..

Jeeeewishness is the disease, they got cursed by Allah, and so it spread, and they control it through riba.. why did no body help Ghaddafi?? Same reason no body is helpting me..

They are all diseased.. and riba is the disease , and idol idolworshippers create stone structures inside people..

‘and their hearts became hard like stones.. or even harder.. cause of stones there are some from which springs bursts forth.. and some from which they crash down in fear of their Lord..’

And Maddison my sex slave crashed down, coines spreading all around her.. I gathered them up and said: give it to me honey..

She just could not. So used to women being by nature overclass and taking control over the males and letting them even die, how ever much the women loved them including herself, just because ‘I can’ in the infamous words of Obomba..

You see, the stone structers inside was a deep scar after the dream, and the women just could not let that go..

They were by nature overclass and kept stamping on the human face forever, led by the jewdevils sitting on top controlling everything through the BIP account ..

With that they had crushed Ghaddafi since he was having a gold dinar without a BIP system you see.. NO physical money.. And what does they mean with CASH BACK.. when there is no cash.. can’t get it out of the hotel.. I want it back on my card as they said in the agreement, ‘at the end of your stay’… well that is in a week honey..

Any way.. so that was the system.. just like the quran said.. ‘the idols and their worshippers’ ruled by a cursed group of people calling them selves ‘uuusssseeee’’.. ‘what the hell is this we screamed with AJ..

And we created ‘anti psychiatry’ which just as these times were, were the actual visionary form of REAL psychiatry.. the ‘psychiatric’ system, had to be abolished all over earth.. it caused people to become total fools.. ‘I can never be sick..’ ‘If you fall NOW, you fall very FAAAR and DEEEEPP.. I AM ooooOOOVVVER CCCCLLLLASSS you see, and I will be ashamed Ulrika is in love with such a low class creeeEEEpp like you.. so please get out of my way and FAAALLLL down by the road side poor lonely and mad lLLLAAATERR when I have disconnected with you socially.. ‘ then Nils K. headed straight for the crashdown.. ‘Have to crash down..’ ‘fast fast faster.. exploding into space..’

‘well.. harder hard hard hard.. I give myself to you.. But I want money from it.. You see I have this sexual drive, and I am possessed by earning money from it, but never can give anyone since I want to BE ON TOP..’

‘But you are already at the top somewhere in Stavberberget..’

‘Yhea.. But ON TOP OFFICIALLY  you see..’

‘but all OFFICIAL truths are lies honey..’

‘yhea anyway..’ and her heart became hard like stone or even harder.. since of stones there are some from which water burst forth and some stones structures fall down crashing down in fear of their Lord..’

And then you can walk out in a million city town in Siberia it being cold, from an anti-psychiatry ‘mental’ hospital, feet dragging from the poison up your ass which you receive as a very righteous punishment for torturing other people with shitty poison like rats.. and your feet are dragging after you, you see the town over there..

‘Allah will torture people in the next world whom torture people in this world..’

‘this is the next world’ you think.. looking like  a ghost of yourself..

The lights of the million city town is coming closer, you are dragging yourself there through the snow.. It is cold.. ‘you knoooow..’ and arriving at a café 2 hours later, you order a coffee from your small ‘pension’ they give you to have ‘a little nice time out there..’ their tone strangely cheering as they signed the document which allowed you a small allowance.. yhea.. they allowed you a small allowance.. ‘so to speak..’

Glancing, whispering from the right side of their mouth.. ‘those civil servans..’ you sigh and think of something else, just relieved you at least had some chance to escape..

Yhea you were on a lease, and then suddenly decided to ‘walk into town ‘ instead.. you already have made up this explanation for the doctors now wondering where you could be.. ‘if our victim died in the snow.. or what not..’

And you hear their cheery town already.. cherry cherry cherry..

‘he just walked into town.. did you?’ taking a look at you, wondering if you even remember being picked up there after all the injections you had..

‘you see little Pelle, we just look at what you gave other people as torture in Absurdistan, and when we freed liberated the country of its chains of oppression its bond, ‘

‘civil servants ready to grip

..

Never thought out to slip..

‘ the psychiatrist quoted a famous poem by the Master of their army..

So you see’ it kept on ‘cherry cherry cherry.. you were evil evil evil.. smoking three packages of cigarettes a day yourselves, and then poisoning up their assess those poor victims.. so now we just look at the files, which you could not rid yourselves off.. ‘they have to be protected by all cost’ and that was a good riddance and happy cost since we got our hands on them.. our military you see which handed them to our civil servants.. and then we transported the whole system in cattle wagons all the way to siberia and here you are finally.. now we will give you an injection and we know exactly what to give to to speak..’

And ‘I can forgive you for being sick but not for being such a fool..’ again the psychiatrist were quoting Robert Louise Stevenson, from The burning house..

‘you see, your country was ridden by terrorists.. you preferred skäggbarn instead of princes, and women were raped everywhere by men you imported from abroad.. it was a chaos.. and you were such a fool.. so I can forgive you for being sick..!’

The psychiatrist said, as the nurse punched the needle with that precision nurses have in the handling, and then started pressing the handle, pushing the syringe and the fool gave up such a scream of howl as the substance hit it..

‘man when it hit him.. mm.. it was tasty I tell you.. a two way whore house mirror.. so to speak.. we could see through.. he never got it out of his arm.. it turned totally blue.. like in that famous novel by that famous author.. never remember the name.. George Orwell suddenly it hit me.. yhea.. everybody in the colony goes around with blue over roals.. over alls.. so to speak.. and THAT is the way to do it I tell you.. dear brother friend in total evil.. a boot stamping on the human face forever like in the Pig Farm you see.. A three card mont passe.. Mathaluhum qama thali aladi astakada naran.. Fire you see.. the fire of Nimrod yhea that is tasty.. to push them slowly down into the fire.. like 1943.. from JEEWKRAINA Stail the worst transported people whom had not died of starvation into the area and had made up a big fire DOWN THERE and just throw them of the cattle wagon rolling down into the fire that was tasty to see and we filmed the whole show.. it made a big hit on Jinn Juri’s film.. Under the shadow of Hermes.. Hermes has wings on his shoes so he never needs to walk.. he takes a train, he takes a bus, he takes a subway, he takes a taxi, he takes an aero plane he takes a helicopter and finally he jumps up leaving the whole planet in flames and takes a rocket with separating war head YOU KNOW KNOWLEDGE IS POWER all the way straight the way straight up to Mars planet red and there he is landing..’

‘good you tell me..’

And they were looking at the victimizer now being a victim and laughed their best laughter in the world, since when we laugh we really love like Zen master Blyth said..

‘and now there is a new master in Japan.. we love him surely.. Master M.. they call.. him.. ‘the prophet’.. already master of our military since long time.. HOW YOU FEEL NOW.. and DDEEEEEJJJJJJEEE DDDDEEEEVVVVVIIIIILLL began playing ‘Like a rolling stone’ by Robbaren Zimmerman.. ‘how does it feel?? Yhea.. how does it feel?? To be without a home?? Now direction home?? Like a complete unknown?? Like a rolling stone???’ and when that guitar riff went up, the righteous victim of anti-psychiatry now remembered, in the bar they had told him, ‘get lost!!’

He had claimed there was a country name ‘Sweden’ ..

‘get lost!!’ was the only answer.. and he had gotten confused.. starting to feel really insane, his stupid head like his right side was dropping diamonds into the fire, he with his now distorted face sweaty with waxed fat, like a subway train polished car body, he had stood dumbfounded, his eyes opening like glass eyes of like stilled coagulated movement.. no beauty no truth no movement.. he had felt like a stone structure standing there.. just had ordered some coffee.. ‘I am used to that..’

Slowly he felt like he was being killed by killing himself slowly.. ‘and that was the end..’ he suddenly thought with a shocking insight almost like illuminati..

And that was the punishment..

‘where you come from pal..’ some Siberian had asked with that knowing smile.. ‘he knows..’ I had thought, he told himself lying there on the stretcher after the syringe..

‘but he asks anyway..’

‘Sweden..’ I had said..

‘what you doing here..’

I had been too shy or shall you call it shy since my face looked like stiff and grey, and never color arose on those cheeks ‘ever again..’ I had lost hope to ever get back to Sweden..

‘Sweden is not a country.. by the way..’ he suddenly said, interrupting and I felt like broken glass standing there, like described in the Examination by William S. Burroughs in his famous Novel Naked Lunch.. NN.. like a nobody actually..

‘Sweden is a country.. that is where I come from..’ I said.. and I could see his wry smile writing with inner satisfaction.. ‘never heard about it..’

I felt totally lost.. I had dragged my feet through the snow and now I not only felt hungry, and cold.. I felt nausea.. like 666 being pushed down my throat a snake sort of..

‘it exists!!’

You mean Elland??’ he said..

And I felt a shock.. it began spinning in my head, and I thought ‘only place warm is the anti psychiatry mental hospital out there.. I have to walk back..’ but falling down on the floor they had called an ambulance.. and now I was back here.. stuck for life.. not lust for life.. it was horrible..

‘In my dreams I see your face.. It hits me like a thousand trains.. I don’t wanna wake up if you are gone..’ Miley Cyrus sang out to Master M.. and he enjoyed every single second..

‘I can forgive you for being sick but not for being such a fool..’ master M eschewed those lines by Stevenson.. ‘my mother is sick to death, brainwashed cattle.. but she is not such a fool.. ‘we are here to help each other.. you see.. ‘ the lines by Föllinger007 his great beloved teacher suddenly once again rang with that enlightenment of Sufism which he had discovered in the master’s lines so many times, and Föllinger007 was not without just cause called ‘the master’ when he was alive.. ‘but now he is passed away since long time..’ master M thought as he was sitting there enjoying his existence in Japan being married to the princess and being emperor with the emperor.. ‘today it is my turn.. tomorrow yours..’ it was funny but true..

‘yhea.. and I am weak in economy.. despite being the emperor I can not get anything for free from these worldly people.. and I don’t as a Sufi take any money from my esthetical beauty.. so even 700 yen of bus ticket from the bus driver, I can not get off the bus properly.. and he comes after me the emperor making a fight to get his money.. it is a sum which is nothing.. luckily enough we rule the country.. so when law enforcement comes they arrest him,and I repeat my order 2 times.. ‘now I take the train into Tokyo..’ and the second time, so my father the emperor has instructed, the police has to do as I command.. it always shows up also a fraction from the military police, as to make sure those ‘men on the street’ does not do anything stupid.. you know.. we could get into a war if it would WOULD happen..’

‘so my mother, despite being brainwashed totally, and goes up into a SCREAM of break down just I mention the word ‘marijuana’.. and yesterday they gave me upon my order.. had a good sleep finally.. AND.. I could wake up and fuck the princess as was demanded from her sexual activity.. been worshipping my dick since she was 12, I love her young pussy.. and I slept all in all almost 20 hours.. fell asleep on a bench by the palace, and then from midnight to 4 PM next day.. that was a happy sight indeed..’

And Master M felt satisfied indeed..

‘so my mother is like Sia Furler sings my lover in Australia: fame won’t love you like a mother or father should.. ‘ and that is a sad thought.. fame is the cause of them loving me, not me myself.. like Föllinger007 always used to say:

‘when I was young I was also persecuted.. you know I was very handsome and made myself Al Malamatiyya known as a rebel par exelance since I claimed myself to be homosexual.. (at that time very dangerous, like being P.S. today..), but, now I am alright.. they finally got used to me..’ Master Föllinger007 said with that blinking of his eye to his pupil and that smile of love .. ‘the smile of smiles’ in which the two contraries meet..

And so, no matter how brainwashed my mother is, she is following, without knowing it of course, would she know it she would make horrible resistance.. ‘no!! I don’t wanna go to Paradise.. send me to hell.. I am used to it…!!’ you know the usual cry of the cattle being used in the slaughter farm, always resisting to ever get out of that fence.. ‘IT IS DANGEROUS!!’ well, yhea, truth is dangerous.. funny but true..

Anyway, ‘wa mi ma razaqnahum yunfizun’ so even if she send only small sums at time intervals, because of ‘that horrible marijuana and drugs LSD .. ‘ and suddenly Sia comes with her band Lsd MAKING mother totally confused.. her eyes goes into crossing and she breaks down on the floor landing in advertisement news flashs which she rubs around on the floor in a heap, like trash crashing down together with her and she landing on it, .. it is her way of begging for mercy I guess..

So anyway, God thinks that this is the proof that you believe in the message of prophecy.. something unheard of by mother and which raises, again, absolute resistance in her cattle brainwashed brain.. ‘I don’t believe!’

But other people are such fools.. They can never give anything you see.. So no matter how beautiful personalities and bodies they might have, for Allah it does not really matter..

‘Allah does not look at your bodies or forms.. but at your hearts and your intentions..’

So you see, Allah’s promise for the followers of the way, those walking over Al Sirat over Hell fire each day, is that they shall never be sorrowful or feel fear..

It is best described again by Föllinger007: ‘you shall be afraid, but not cowardly’ same thing with the sorrow .. you feel sad, sorrow, but it will not become permanent, IF YOU TAKE THE RIGHT ACTION AND FOLLOW IT.. You see, that hair thin bridge al sirat, YOU HAVE TO WALK THE WAY, nobody else will do it for you..

‘eternity is in love with the productions of time..’ William Blake writes in Proverbs of Hell.. so you see, we are in love with the bodies, the forms.. and by the way ‘man is to leave his mother and father and become one with his wifes’ God instrucs us in the beginning of the Bible.. But I guess we will die of starvation before that really happens.. since everybody is diseased zombies, not understanding they have to fight against the Qufrs, the idols and their worshippers, today represented by the inquisitions going under the false guise of ‘psychiatry’, and they scream ‘I can never be sick’ and try to get ‘to the top’ ‘further and further up’ the pyramid, until finally they are landed in hell, since everything in the satanical system is upside down.. and never give anything. Never never never ever.. just gather ‘and go on’.. until finally that separating war head is headed towards Mars, a red planet never to return to ‘that trash heap called earth once upon a time inhabited..’

And that is the sad but true story..

Bright jewelry shines, a crafted hymn of gold,
Its facets catch the light of fleeting days.
Each gem, a star, in mortal hands to hold,
Reflects the heart’s unyielding, timeless craze.
From mines unseen, their brilliance springs to life,
Adorning souls with dreams of endless worth.
No tarnish dims their glow through joy or strife,
A testament to beauty’s sacred birth.
Yet truer still, the mind’s own gems endure,
Its thoughts, like jewels, sparkle through the years.
No thief can take what intellect makes pure,
A wealth beyond the weight of mortal fears.
O jewelry, of gold or mind’s design,
Your radiance lives where love and truth align.

Yhea some preferred the wordly life.. ‘and as for those whom have preferred.. ‘

‘and thus we have made some of you in superior overclass riches of this world.. so those whom have preferred..’

You see the son of Adham was the son of Adham.. thus Buddha had said: ‘I see all people on earth like my children..’ being a prince, and getting down not preferring the worldly life, he had come to this level, to see the perverse order natural again.. and suddenly he found himself sitting on the top reaching nirvana.. he was not the hanged man any more, but like Adham, walking upon the ground and naming things, thus in control, proving that Allah had might and dominion as his unique patented qualities..

So it was similar, like the similarity between Eiwar and me.. both drank alcohol and took drugs.. like ‘wordly’ and ‘worldly’ only had 1 single letter in between them ‘L’ namely.. like ‘love’ ‘laughing’ ‘living’ .. and so I was among the living.. but since the natural order was perversed by the jewdevils, sitting on top of the pyramide with interest rates controlling everything.. ‘and why did not we help Ghaddafi’ I was the living, I was the laughing, I was the loving, but everybody wanted to kill the thing they loved.. only my mother was very sick but not such a fool to believe that I could sleep in the sun, only eat the air I breathed, and live on water solely, that I could get from the toilet at a public lavatory somewhere outside the gates of the Palace in Tokyo.. a strange story.. sad but true.. people had lost their minds and gone insane zombie.. they were sleep walking into hell.. straight into hell.. and I could do nothing about it.. but just lie down and die some day in the future.. and then they would perish into the fire.. I believed in Allah, and Allah promise was true.. Doomsday we believed in in Islam.. there was nothing else to do but just to see it happen, let it happen, as Gracie our sex slave sang so sweetly in her song.. and see you on the other side.. or not.. who knows knows. And nobody knew the plan of Allah.. and the believers did not know which happy surprises Allah had in store for them around the next corner.. nobody knew.. they were clueless.. but the one who knows knows..

‘And no one can carry another’s sins.. ‘ Allah said in the Quran.. Though this the Qufrs were possessed by the thought that they would make Master Christ carry all their sins.. crazy.. but they were insistent.. ‘even if that person tried, it would carry its own sins together with the sins of the others, without decreasing the least the burden of the sins of the others..’ a bad deal, total loser strategy.. but why the hell did they keep on doing it?? Since they could not confess themselves to be sick hearts hardening harder than stones and not falling down crashing down like my poor mother or my sex slave spreading coins all around her.. and then I told my sex slave ‘I don’t wanna bother about my mother any more.. she has been forgiven by Allah let it be like that and me staying in Japan even if I die because people are such fools.. ‘

And I saw she was in pain really screaming but not wanting to admit it really but I heard it anyway.. and I told her ‘honey we practice.. falling.. in love..’ and she suddenly looked up at me, and we was loving, making love again..