REPTILIAN RAPTOR CHICK DINOSAUROID
Ronovea, who be the 27th Succubus of the Goetia, whose Lucid Dream manifestation was that of appearing as a Time-Travelling Palaeontologist looking like Lara Croft, revealed the reasoning behind why the feminine principle in ancient lore, is often associated with reptilian symbolism, such as Snakes, along with affiliated Witches Toads, and black eyed Falcons, to that of Owls, or being otherwise depicted as Mermaids weaving Wyrd webs like Spiders.
She to have said of a necromantic clairaudient whisper; “Do you know why Lilith and Eve are both associated with the Serpent, my Horny Faustus? Well, if you don’t, I will tell you; it is because women are evolving back into tetrachromats around the Zodiac wheel of ages, which of an evolutionary trait, is demonstrated among several ancient species of Raptors and their dinosaur kin of Reptiles, stemming from Amphibians, Fish, and prior Insects. It was the original condition of most mammals in the far distant past of a dinosaur survival; alas, a genetic change, in league with environmental catastrophes, made the majority of mammalian species eventually lose two of their four cones. A human female can only become a tetrachromat, who will have the Raptor Chick edge over others.”
Ronovea smiled smugly to herself, before I answered upon a Casillero del Diablo burp; “kind of explains why Raptor Chicks spend so long shopping for clothes, they are hypnotised by all those colours; little wonder then, that they be so fucking crazy!”
Suffice to say, Ronovea was none too pleased by what I said, who later of shadow presence invaded my bedroom to thence pull me through her hypnagogic hymen veiled Yoni vortex into a Lucid Dream; wherein of an infernal descent towards the back of my Agartha head, of a ‘pit’ bull terrier cerebellum, I to have found myself Howling amidst a necropolis city of Succubae tombs, whose tetrachromacy enhances their black eyed vision within the twilight realm.
It was amidst this harlot city of Necronomicon memories I rapidly made my erect penetration into Ronovea’s reptilian brainstem abode of a museum, built from the twisted bones of the Great Old Ones.
When approaching its vaginal door to knock thrice upon, I was ushered into the uterine womb tomb by two feline Maids, one black, the other white of Ida and Pingala pussy pylons.
The felines then guided me to Ronovea’s inner sanctum of a Palaeontologists library. I found her lying upon a sumptuous Victorian fainting couch awaiting our ensuing Coitus Pactum of ultimate union; she loves her ugly boy.
While engaged in coupling, Ronovea’s face suddenly transformed into a feral intensity when becoming orgasmic, whose skin became translucent, revealing a skull, which was no longer recognisably human.
Her skull had become that of a reptilian, as her head bobbed up and down between my legs, as she hungrily pumped me off. Ronovea can’t help herself, she’s addicted to me, since she thinks I am really Addams Family Freeky.
As I observed her elongated skull being impaled by my lingam, it reminded me of a most curious fact that two of the ear bones in mammals, such as vampire Bats are the same as those parts of the jaw bones, which are found in reptiles. In short, two of the ear bones in mammals including Homo Sapiens, originally came from the gill arch, which formed the jaw of a reptile.
Suffice to say, her teeth were very sharp, who could have quite easily drained me dry. But I wasn’t there to fuck her up, like many another terrier fucking up reptiles, instead, she just playfully bit through the membrane of my right thumb with her fang, being that of a reminder as to what I had said about Raptor Chicks being crazy.
I then awoke from the dream, with said very deep indentation, clearly seen. It took several months before Ronovea’s love bite, healed of its own accord. I must say though, she is very good at tetrachromat multi-tasking of poltergeist activity, just like her physical counterparts, who are enamoured with the colourful plumage of fashion.
Afterword: Some may ask, “Is all the above real?” Yes! It happened of a Lucid Dream love bite becoming manifest; such experiences are very much tied up with how you perceive your self of an assumed guise within a microcosmic Lucid Dream, which determines what you Stargate tune into of an inner reality; whereby expanding your consciousness.
Although, much of the time, what you unconsciously tune into is often determined by cultural indoctrination, via which of an established symbolic paradigm certain self-proclaimed authorities tether your subconscious minds to their own agendas. So, cultivate a sense of Discordian humour, in order to acquire a perspective on the crazy macrocosmic circus of life, into which you was born, to later leave, when becoming micocosmic incorporeal.
However, Ninja, who is the lead vocalist of Die Antwoord best sums up the answer: “People are unconscious, and you have to use your art as a shock machine to wake them up. Some people are too far gone.”
“They’ll just keep asking, “Is it real? Is it real?” That’s dwanky. That’s a word we have in South Africa, “dwanky.” It’s like lame. “Is it real?” You have to be futuristic and carry on. You gotta be a good guide to help people get away from dull experience.”
What Ninja to have communicated of a one time Max Normal is very much what an ancient Shaman would have said, who was the first Artist, whom reprogrammed himself of Thrice Born Hermes rebirth. Although such would require the shaman to reprogram his reptilian brainstem via trance and dreaming to see himself anew.
ART IS SORCERY; SORCERY IS ART, BOTH ARE INDIVISIBLE OF PRACTICE.