The Restoration of Sati Brings Death

This blog is over, but as the year is also almost over, it's fitting that both the blog and the year leave together. 

This has been a December of blessings and endings. A December of soul retrieval, Twin Flame Union, and heartbreaking endings.

I have come to a deeper understanding than ever before of what I spoke about here. That is, I now experientially understand that the Divine Feminine's path of soul retrieval looks like every Shakti Peetha in India (including the lands colonized by Islam - those lands are still India) uniting together, connecting back Sati's dismembered body parts.

The Shakti Peethas (and other Temples and Gurudwaras in fact, not just Shakti Peethas) have been uniting inside my body. 

The river Goddesses of India (including Mother Sindhu, aka the Indus River) and the mountain and forest Gods and Goddesses of India have been uniting inside my body. 

Restoring me from soul-rape. Restoring my Twin Flame back to me.

(Interestingly, I hosted the first ever Twin Flames workshop held in India - this was many years ago - yet the ley lines of India had not yet cleared, healed and aligned to support Twin Flame Union. That is changing now.)

I know now, in an experiential, direct way, that India is always India and India is my soul. Sindh, united Punjab, united Bengal, united Kashmir, the Khyber, and from Gandhara to Sri Lanka...the Gods of this land are united as one Soul in ways that cannot be explained logically. 

It is an experiential realization. A direct experience of curse-breaking. A terrifying, paradoxical, inexplicable blessing.

It also comes with the death of a long illusion, the deaths of everyone who was born out of the illusion and the deaths of all who continually maintains the illusion. The Golden Age is born out of many, many deaths. 

And out of respect for Death and Her cremation ground, out of respect for the horrifying yet restorative rasa of bittersweetness, I withdraw.

Leaving the Upside Down

Her lightning has struck the Tower.

A lot of people are about to find out that their lofty spiritual attainments are like a house of cards, built on a foundation of lies. The Divine mantric formulae, rites and liturgies don't work if you are hooked up to a parasite-ridden egregore. At best, they drag you deeper into the hivemind. They don't lift you out of it.

Hekate isn't connected to the watered down, commercialized, tamed "witchcraft" community. Her true nature is so terrifying to the ego that most occult influencers would call Her "evil" and run screaming if they actually encountered Her.

And in modern Hindu Tantra, almost all of Shakti sadhana is unknowingly taught backwards. Trapping the seeker in hidden inversions and distortions until they are lost in a hall of mirrors, unable to even realize that they have been hypnotized. 

Why do they do it? Because some of these gurus literally don't even realize their blind spots, and also most of the Big Name Gurus are not actually the most devout, most accomplished or most sincere students of that lineage...just the most narcissistic.

Also, the secret mantras of Sri Vidya will not give siddhi when invoked according to the false krama and false darshana that commercialized lineages (who literally use A.I. to write their marketing, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU USE A.I. IF YOU ACTUALLY HAD SIDDHI OF MATANGI?!) offer.

And physical union with your Twin Flame requires breaking the rules of the "twin flame" egregore. I won't go into the details of my Union here as this part of my life is more private. But as I exit this fake bubble reality and go home to my true timeline, I can say that deprogramming from this fake world is key to manifesting Twin Flame Union.

As true Light erupts from chaos, it will now shake this hivemind and their self-reinforcing lies to the core. This is the Light of Hekate Lucifera, whose terrifying illumination is awareness born from the dark unknown.

I will leave this blog up for now, because my uncomfortable truths and heretical voice are meant to eventually attract my soul family to this blog. But until this False Reality is destroyed, I know this blog will mostly attract haters and scavengers instead. So this will be my last post here.

Lightning Has Struck

Beginning and end are You,

And You alone rule all.

For all things are from You,

And in You do all things, Eternal One,

Come to their end.

― PGM IV 2785-2890

We Have Entered The Smashana

Collectively, the world has truly and irrevocably entered the Divine Mother's cremation ground. But it will not be the witches who burn this time.

Oh no.

Not here. Not on the Mother's sacred ground.

We who chose exile and torture rather than to recant, we who chose truth when the entire world stood against us, we who burned at the stake chanting Hekate's name defiantly while robotic people laughed, ridiculed us and celebrated our deaths...

We are not the ones who will burn this time.

So what will burn down then? Everything that should never have existed in the first place. Everyone who should never have existed in the first place. Everyone who stole other people's identities and other people's lives. Every empire built on stolen gifts and the bones of sin-eaters.

The clones and their entire inverted clone world.

And it will come as a shock to them. As the hate mail I've gotten has proven - they aren't ready for it, and they won't see it coming. Not even after reading my blog and fuming in self-righteous arrogance.

"We got away with our soul-rapes for so long, why shouldn't we keep doing so?" And so they will confidently march right into the cremation ground, lured by the scent of sin-eater blood they are so used to spilling.

And then the ones who fucked around will, as they say, find out.

It's time for the Long Con to end.

For a very long time, people have been born who shouldn't have been born. And instead of dying promptly, the People Who Shouldn't Have Been Born went on to have kids who also should never have been born.

All of this has created a hijack so deep that it would take several books to describe it properly.

This doesn't refer to one particular nation/culture/group. It's widespread across the planet and extremely complex.

It has created a completely false world that has made "progress" on a completely false timeline. An illusion that is a ticking time bomb, overlaying a hidden true reality that lies at the origin point of the false time loop. A hidden truth that must be bloodily resurrected.

The good news is that we have now entered the Smashana. It means the nightmare is almost over. The scapegoats of this false civilization are nearing the end of their captivity.

Like Thanos, the Mother will put on the Infinity Gauntlet and SNAP Her divine fingers. 

And instead of a fire for witch-burning, a cremation pyre will light up.

This whole evil, false world will burn to ashes. Their sins were not ignored or forgotten, and will never be forgiven. I for one will not take back any of the cowards who abandoned me when it was fashionable to do so, while I repeatedly chose Truth even though it cost me everything. 

I repeatedly chose to face death rather than to recant, and now the ones who whored out their souls to avoid death at all costs will be unable to find an exit from the cremation ground.

May none of these energetic rapists escape Her fury.

May none of them manage to jump on the bandwagon when the tide turns and the Scapegoat is vindicated.

May their evil deeds and false glory die with them. 

May their every vain endeavor be revealed as futile in the end. 

May even their names be forgotten. 

May NOTHING remain.

May we be rid of them forever.

The Living River and the Living Word

One reason this psychic censorship is breaking is because I am healing a malicious disconnect between myself and the river of Saraswati: the Mother of the Vedas, the Mother of the Harappans, the Mother of Seers.

When unblocked, when Her torrent bursts the dam, formerly censored words can gush out muddily instead of flowing gracefully. Dysregulated, traumatized, primal truth. Uncomfortable, terrifying, existential truth that has been locked in the Underworld for centuries.

It's gushing out now, so people had better fucking get used to it. The river might be coming out slowly, but once She bursts free, She's going to come all the way out. And I know people are going to panic - they're already panicking and trying to shut me up. 

I cannot tell you how many people have tried to get me to stop. How many people have wanted me to give up. I have had shit happen that you wouldn't believe, but I kept motherfucking going each time because She would not have it any other way.

Because I know what is Real versus what is a lie.

Some of my closest friends, people who began this curse-breaking process with me and who did a lot of work with me, eventually abandoned the path because they would rather be happy robots eating fake steak like Cypher. I have seen so many people abandon themselves for money, for pretty lies, for vanity and selfishness and "fun".

And then trolls sometimes come here and try to get me to shut up and give up.

They're too late. This thing is now unstoppable.

When the river is finally flowing, the things She is going to say will make this blog look like a fucking Disney movie. And that's why it's probably going to express in my off-line life for a long while before it ever comes online here.

Waking up my authentic voice is like resurrecting a cold corpse. What they did to my connection with Saraswati goes into the deepest, darkest core of the rape of my soul. Yes, RAPE.

What they didn't know is that Saraswati is the deepest mystery imaginable. She not only knows Vak, but She knows its thieves.

If liars, plagiarists and thieves knew how terrifying Saraswati really is, they would cut out their own tongues in horror.

Do you think Saraswati has survived from the Indus Valley era, through disaster and genocide and multiple attempts to wipe out Her spiritual legacy, by being peaceful, sattvic and sweet? Where do you think I get my grit and sharp tongue from, but from my irrepressible Divine Mother?

Not only did She survive from the Bronze Age, but through Her power, Vedic mantras also survived from the Bronze Age. And that is how my Twin and I have survived what was done to us.

Saraswati is the Genius that endures, the Wisdom that is resilient, the Hidden River that flows where soul-rapers cannot follow. She is the Voice of Truth, the staying power, and the power by which the Truth survives against all odds.

Her children are the heretics whose books were burned and whose heads were chopped off because they refused to speak anything but the truth. Who wrote poetry and music that could get them killed, whose research and books offended academia and got them canceled by the establishment, and who kept going anyway because people like us Do Not Give A Fuck.

So I'm not giving up. And you had better not give up either. Live your damn truth whether your haters like it or not. The trolls and the robot-humans are dying out, and this is their last desperate flail before their extinction. 

Good luck if they plan on going up against Her.

Taking Out The Trash

Thank you to everyone who sent me well-intentioned, respectful and nice emails. I enjoyed talking to you and this post isn't directed towards you. 🧡

But I have removed my email from this blog, and here's why:

I unblocked my throat chakra and began experiencing a new level of freedom. Immediately, that resulted in backlash to energetically suppress me again. Some robotic human beings trapped in their delusional programming became so triggered by my freed-up voice that they spammed my email with hate.

I have no time for delusional psychos, especially when so much is going on. So I removed my email for now.

Until I stabilize at this new vibration, I won't open up emails. When the time is right, I will list my email address and look forward to meeting like-minded people again.😽

Hekate, the Arabian Triple Goddess, and Soul-Rape

I had to break through a lot of psychic censorship in order to make this post and this post. And the truth that I want to say now is more explosive, so the psychic censorship re-activated. It's taking a lot to write this, but that's why I'm determined to at least say whatever snippets of my truth can get past this gag order.

This is not new. I have been struggling with cosmic-level silencing for years.

I have had things happen that you won't believe, including my typed words suddenly deleted off of the laptop screen. And expertly orchestrated sabotage to prevent me from typing that truth again.

And murder attempts. Lots of them. The only people who will understand what I am talking about are others who have the Witch Wound, though we are called "Targeted Individuals" these days.

It is the true path of Mary Magdalene and Medusa.

My life is a crime scene surrounded by yellow police tape and any attempt to reveal the truth under the terrifying cover-up invites attack, censorship, and attempted murder.

And these psychic and occult attacks are coming from the wetiko-laced collective egregore of humanity. A humanity that is in mass denial. The amount of cognitive dissonance and denial that I have encountered is honestly insane. Humanity is so trapped in their mass delusion that they would rather die than admit they are wrong. 

The explosive truths I hold are an existential threat to a lot of people, and so I ended up holding lies for humanity too. That is how I got so deeply buried in the Underworld. So all I've been able to do is just keep at the inner work, layer by layer.

The tide is slowly turning, though. The suppression has lifted enough that I can say...at least some of what I'm about to say.

It took years in the spiritual community, and the sloughing off of trauma bonds and many layers of fawn response, before I could admit to myself that Islam's prophet Muhammad was a complete, utter fraud. This became clearer than ever after my experience in Twin Flames Universe. I understood exactly why Jeff Ayan believed that Islam's prophet was his "soul brother", and I understood why centuries of upheld patriarchal theft and lies enabled Jeff Ayan to fall into that psychic delusion....and behave exactly like "Prophet Muhammad".

Muhammad, if he existed, was an agent of the demiurge and his archons. And considering the lack of contemporary Arab sources for the existence of Muhammad - he was written about 200 years after his death - it is entirely possible that the figure of Muhammad is a fabrication, a composite made up of different warlords.

But on a deeper level, even if Muhammad existed as a person, whoever the actual man is behind the myth is a fraud. Either he siphoned all of his supposed wisdom from a female sage, or the liars who created "Muhammad" appropriated the stories of a female sage's life. Or rather, an Arab woman who was an unrecognized prophetess, and probably died a horrible death.

You won't find her name recorded anywhere - not in texts that we have discovered so far, anyway. There will be zero proof that this Arab prophetess existed, but I know for a fact that she did.

One tiny hint of her erased existence is in the Three Divine Mothers of Arabia - Al-Lat, Al-Uzza, and Al-Manat - whose wisdom was turned into the "Satanic Verses".

If you know how to decode the Quran and Islamic grimoires, you will figure out a whole lot more. 

You can also find a line to Original Arab Prophetess by going through the Prophetesses of Judaism: Sarah, Leah, Rebecca, Miriam, Deborah, Hannah, Abigail, Huldah and Esther.

They know who she is.

People have talked about Mary Magdalene being the Church's hidden dirty secret for centuries, without actually understanding how deep this thing goes. Because there is also a Mary Magdalene-like figure behind the fraudulent Wizard of Oz that is "Prophet Muhammad".

The Arab prophetess who was channeling the original frequency behind "Islam" was scapegoated, had her stories stolen, and had her spiritual paradigm flipped upside down. And the result of that theft? Islam.

Behind the centuries of power, glory, conquest, and reams of poetry is a foundational lie. A total inversion. Islam is an empire built on a house of cards.

This is exactly why I saw a Muslim magician deride Goddess Kali as a "jinn" in an occult podcast. He's projecting a centuries-old inversion onto the Lady Prophet (Peace Be Upon Her) whose fierce wisdom was stolen, turned upside down, and misused to uphold patriarchal dogma.

The throne of the Lady Prophet (Peace Be Upon Her) was usurped by the rapist, pedophile, liar, and thief named Muhammad.

Exactly like how the Goddess was banished from "Islam" and turned into a "jinn".

And with that I withdraw again into the black light of Her womb, to let more and more layers of this illusory, karmic reality fall apart.