NIGHT NURSE SUCCUBUS MEDICATION
Should you vigorously rub up a bottle of Night Nurse medication, upon the striking, of the thirteenth hour, during the twilight time of Halloween, you might just find that a Night-Mare Nurse will erupt forth from her slippery Genie bottle.
But due to her infernal origin, since the ‘Anima’ and her legions of salacious Succubae have been cast into the depths of Hell by the trinity of Abrahamic faiths, whom insanely dance betwixt their God and Devil of an ‘Animus’ fixation, she will look like an Exquisite Corpse, of a knitted together Frankenstein’s Witch Muse. She might just reveal why you feel so ill, to thence tell of what the Ill-uminati cults are up to, which of an unholy trinity, worship Abraham’s Orwellian eye amidst an Oily Ur ziggurat.
You will probably believe that you are hallucinating all of this, while your fluoridated brain is being revived, by remembering a passing, protest video, to understand of greater clarity, as you lie paralysed upon your sweaty bed. Out of the shadows, the Succubus to then leap upon you, finding yourself crucified, as she mounts your nailed down body; she be no Virgin Mary.
Like a predatory Sphinx she assails you, with her weighted presence, whose feline nature is that of a Lioness, going for your reptilian brain-stem throat, to arouse into rebellious activation.
She will then appear to be in the company of two surrealist Cenobite Dakinis, whom be highly versed in the Tibetan ritual of Chöd, whose flaying knives deftly cut away the mind-control layers of your brainwashed brain.
But should you fear these Dakini pylons of the Ida and Pingala nerve channels on either side of your ‘Da’at’ Adams’s Apple, you will find yourself being operated upon by monstrous alien entities looking like Spielberg extraterrestrials, out of the controlled media machine of Hollywood, who will duly probe your ‘Yesod’ anus.
Well, what do you expect, the elitist few seek to manage your neural-net perception via the neuro-advertising media, whereby controlling your mind, hence shafting your 9/11 piggy body in turn, of collective shock hypnosis; for that is how the elite see you, all as common as muck swine, to fuck up the arse within their snobby Bohemian grove clubs.
When to overcome your fear through Discordian laughter, to thence seer through the Ill-uminati ill-usion, to ask her name, she may just reply of clairaudience, that she is the Fifth Succubus of the Goetia, whose name is Marbasi.
Her office covers neurology and cybernetics, which of disciplines, has led to the elite devising means to scientifically brainwash the mass population to become as servile robots.
If you be an Artist, of inclination, Marbasi will inspire your Frankenstein interest in anatomy, as well as to vividly visualise your Artistic creations to assume a Frankenhooker Tulpa reality, like that of computer game characters, which will at first be as mechanical Mind-Dolls, manifesting amidst your Triangle Of Art Imagination, until they assume interactive sentience, within your virtual reality lucid dreams, all as Succubae.
You will then come to awareness, that many around you are programmed like blind, deaf and dumb three monkey automatons who are allowing themselves to be led by an insane few, atop of their ziggurat of skulls.