MORGANA LE FAY HIGH PRIESTESS OF DA’AT AVALON

As Babalon Hermione entered the spiralling tower of her all girl’s Goetia convent school of Succubae; she mumbled to herself, “I feel like an out of place Alice in Under-land within this infernal Cabbalistic hierarchy of planetary classroom spheres. Maybe that is why I keep on getting into so much trouble in Da’at Avalon. I just don’t fit in anywhere,” she said to herself.

Hermione knew that the Grand Abbess Morgana le Fay, whose favourite head-girl is Mephistophina, awaited her forlorn arrival for detention upon the ’13th Floor’ of Gimel-Ot. Hermione’s fumbling hands attempted to balance a half eaten Avalon Apple behind her back, in the hope that she could bribe Morgana to go easy on her pert backside.

But in her nervousness Hermione dropped its sweating mass. She watched the Apple corpse out of the corner of her blinking eye, as it rolled its erratic way across the cold chess-board floor, of cracked granite blocks.

Morgana is not at all impressed, as she silently observes Hermione’s tripping entrance, who, sadistically smiles. She looks like a Raven, eclipsed by shadow, as she stands behind an ancient oak desk, whose legs are carved into raging Tibetan Buddha’s, which are hungrily eyeing up Hermione as a potential vore meal.

“It has come to my attention… my dear… that you are using your Spell sung words… to weave… dissonance… among my other Succubae students.”  

Hermione noticed that Morgana artfully uses spaces between her words, which to cut through the silence, like a sacrificial Athame. “All of my other eight Olympic sphere sisters, Moronoe, Mazoe, Gliten, Glitonea, Gliton, Tyronoe, Thiten, and even Thiton have reported that you have been a very naughty little princess in their Sephirot classes. At this rate, how will you ever be able to find a sorcerer to service you with his erect wand… you do know that you will not survive without its ejaculated emotive ‘charge’ to ‘spin’ your electron dream presence, don’t you.” 

“Yes, I know Mistress… I am studying very hard, those arts, which will lead me to the creamy wand to suck off and to ride as my broomstick, just like my sisterly Witch Nuns,” Hermione replied. “so you say, my dear.” answered Morgana, “however, it is patently obvious that you are not trying hard enough, which has been further exacerbated by you… disturbing your Genie sisters… Tantric studies.” Hermione also becomes aware that Morgana’s Athame of a forged mind, always thinks, before speaking, of pondered breaks, prior to uttered words; though subtle, it lends to her speech, an impact on every word Spell spoken, which of conjuring quality, is almost like the arising silky tone of a wise serpent’s inevitable bite.

“But.. but, Mistress…” Hermione to mumble, while staring at her nimble left foot of scraped shiny shoe, scraping the checker board floor, as if attempting to dig a very deep wormhole, so as to fall into. “I did not intend to, affect the perceptions of the other Succubae students… I was just telling it the way… it is… Mistress.” 

Morgana goes silent, her sea green eyes pierced into Hermione’s very soul; then, Morgana snarls. “Telling it… the way… it is,” Morgana to repeat her words, scornfully. “Pray tell, me… little Ghost Girl… what this, way it is… is… of a Spell?”

“I am afflicted… Mistress… with an affliction, which afflicts me.” Hermione to near tearfully answer, in the hope that a tear drop upon reddened cheek will soften Morgana’s sharp beak.

“Afflicted…” Morgana to shake her ruffled horned head of a black pitch crown, to then question, “Afflicted with what?” 

“I am afflicted with…social anxiety disorder… and… clinical depression… Mistress; I can’t help it, Mistress.” Hermione to answer, while looking down at the granite floor, avoiding Morgana’s piercing green eyes.

There was a long silence before Morgana to snarl; “I would never of guessed it… nor to have even fathomed it as a sorceress… until you attempted to hypnotise me… let us not forget, all the other… Succubae students of my Da’at Apple lore Goetia school… who you have, duly hypnotised with your Spell of ‘belief’… before they even got to know you…. Now my dear, they all see you as having an affliction, which empowers your internal… ‘Self Image’… as being the afflicted.”

Hermione did not know where to look as she continued digging at the floor with her shiny shoe tip. “But… but… that’s what the Muggle doctors said… that I’m afflicted with… Mistress.”

“MUGGLES.” Morgana to howl, as she claws the round Zodiac tabletop with her Queen Bee talons. “Don’t you realise, that if the Muggles had their way.. they would pigeonhole us all, as being raving loons… suffering from varying mundane mental conditions… castigating us into their Holy-wood brick walled Masonic asylums of controlled mediocrity.”

Hermione looks down at the floor. “But… but, Mistress… I, I feel…so, Strange… ever since I left my mortal coil, finding myself here, in Avalon as a Goetia Ghost Girl. I just don’t seem fit into your Beehive; I can’t communicate what I really feel into my… Spells… it’s so, so confusing. I didn’t mean to hypnotise the other Succubae students, to see me as the afflicted; but, that’s what I was told, when I was alive… by the… Muggles. 

Morgana places her left hand over her face, in an attempt to steady raging thoughts; “Alas, my dear… in your once mortal attempts to no longer feel like an outcast among the mundane Muggles… around whose brain dead mob, you felt.. so, very… Strange… you had inadvertently allowed yourself to be influenced by the inane Muggle priests… in order to feel that you belonged to one of their pigeonholed, Ring-Pass-Not’s… but, without realising it… you have since hypnotised your fellow Succubae, who, as you are very much aware, are all of the… Strange.” 

Hermione decided to brave the situation, by craftily disengaging Morgana’s inquisitional dagger eyes away from her battered soul, to elsewhere stare, by quizzically enquiring, “Is Faustus Crow of the Strange too, Mistress?” Morgana, nearly trips over a raging Buddha leg of her table. “What? Why are you speaking of… Crow?”

“I’ve noticed his Tantric graffiti all over the cracked walls of your Silver Star school; especially in the Witches dormitories; I’m, just trying to understand what, Strange, actually is of a quantifiable example… Mistress.” Hermione to ask, half smiling to herself, as she observed Morgana’s face blushing Rubedo red; she appears to be experiencing an involuntary Nigredo orgasm, which ripples through her taken aback, autonomic-nervous system, of dark ecstasies. Morgana then graspingly takes hold of her heavy black Yew chair of carved Anubis hand rests, to slip into its steadying depths, remembering the Albedo Dog days of Sirius, when Crow penetrated her moist honey isle.

Morgana then slowly looks away from Hermione, as she answers; “Crow is the strangest of the Strange, who rages against the establishment of the Conquistador. His nature, is rebellious. of Zodiac sign.”

Morgana continued, “Crow does not care at all, what the Muggles think of him… even when as a Changeling Childe, he had consistently played truant from their temporal schooling… nor is he unduly concerned about what the Muggles to now say, about his Heyoka antics of artistic sorcery. Hence, Crow is an Avadhuta outcast in their world… who, I might add, has been pigeonholed by many a brainwashed Muggle priest of their Animus deity, as being quite mad, let alone being utterly insane… or far worse.”

Hermione, noticed that Morgana was stroking herself with a Crow feather, while licking her lips with a long serpentine tongue, “there are even a number of brain-dead unimaginative Muggles who believe Crow, is possessed by demonic entities.” 

“Is that what being Strange, means… do I have to become an outcast, too… Mistress?” Hermione to worriedly enquire.

Morgana goes silent before answering; “I must say… there are differing Runic degrees of the Strange, my dear. What Masonic level of the Strange you choose to be… will be determined by your own inner truth as a… Succubus Witch… to not fear, expressing who you truly are of Genie nature, and in so doing, learning about yourself, in the process…. rather than attempting to be what the Muggles considered as being, acceptably normal, which made you fall asleep as a sleeping beauty; or to be otherwise labelled as being upon their rung of a Jacobs ladder, so that you could have been fitted into their Holy-wood TV land… of dull eyed, shiny herd-mind cliques.” 

“In your constant attempts to be what the Muggles said you were of an illusory label, you ended up ‘believing’ in their curse, which led to you taking your own life… didn’t it not. Now you are here, within my Lilitû school of Avalon, where you have to learn to dispel their brand upon your branded soul, so that you can awaken.” Then there was silence, as Morgana gathered herself up from her chair, as an inky black shadow, who steadily moved of calculated steps towards an iron maiden, within whose opened guts of blood rust metal, Hermione noticed Morgana’s collection of canes, which made her bite her lip near red raw.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it” Hermione to have howled out within her St Trinian mind; “I forgot to put on a pair of Slytherin briefs, this twilight, of punishing onslaught, betwixt and between the crucifying pylons of Moon and Sun… Oh! By the name of the Goddess, save me!”  

Morgana becomes aware of Hermione’s under-dressed dilemma, “the Goddess will not save you my little night-mare whore,” she then questions her iron maiden; “What am I going to do with such a difficult student? Perhaps I will use the biggest, longest and thickest of girth cane I have, of most ancient usage, whose tarnished grey wood has been laid upon many a pert behind of fifty shades, of reddened peaches.”  

Then, as if shot by a Vajra bolt of inspiration from out of the blue penumbra of the Moon; Morgana decided to place her grey cane of a biting tooth, back into the maiden’s guts, who to otherwise pick up a gnarled grimoire from a dusty shelf. “I know, what to do with you, of educational punishment, you can deliver this tome to… Faustus Crow.” 

Morgana hands Hermione a book, which is, entitled Lilith’s Harem, she to notice has been authored by Crow. Hermione cannot help herself of feline curiosity to open the book up to the first page, which has been personally signed and inscribed to Crow, by a Witch, whose name she instantly recognises.

Hermione to uncontrollably scream; “By the Goddess, it has been signed by J.K . Rowling, herself, of living gold dust… Mistress!” 

Morgana to impatiently snap; “Yes, yes; don’t get your Witch’s knickers in a twist; Rowling is too of the… Strange; her writing style is not too different to yours of artistic expression… for you to go far beyond of a Ring-Pass-Not… if you desire it so, as an inspiring Muse of the Gunas. You might even be able to open up the seven Dwarven smithy Chakra seals along Crow’s tree, should you ever awaken… my little serpentine, Kundalini Shakti Mercurius, to thence gift him your sweet Mercurial Apple of a Philosophers Stone third eye. That aside, don’t tell anyone about Crow’s autographed tome… it is a secret; wherein you will find my alternate name.”

Hermione stands before Morgana, grinning like a Cheshire cat, to then ask; “where, do I find Crow?”

Morgana answered; “You can find Crow within the enfolding shadows of the Goat Head Inn; he is usually by himself… quite alone, as he manifests visions within a black book, who is quite partial to Lady Killer Rum, which is of deepest red; likened to menstrual blood, of Rubedo colour… such be his alchemical poison; although, he has a preference for Cider, who to have drunk deeply of my bald, smooth grail… many a delicious time.” 

Hermione to gibber, as a horrifying realisation hits her; “Oh! By the blessed Goddess… Mistress; but… but… the Goat Head Inn… is along the Tarot path… of the…” 

Morgana cuts in, “Yes indeed, my dear, you will have to service Crow as his most loving Goetia Girl Succubus within his dreams; catering to his every whim; just as every bat winged Goetia Nun does so, who worship him as their Lord… that is your… much needed… punishment!” 

DINOSAUR GIRL LARA CROFT RONOVE

The twenty-seven year old professor in palaeontology, whose name is Ronovea, became rather notorious when she was featured in the Playboy Grimoire entitled the Goetia.

Ronovea decided to become a whistleblower, who revealed that the British Natural History museum has a Stargate in its infernal basement.

Her revelations did not go down at all well with the shadowy curators of the museum, whose secretive agenda is to influence the past so that they can control the present, whereby owning the future.

The shadowy curator’s were further aggravated, since Ronovea allowed some photographs of her self to be published, which depicted her raunchily riding a raptor, during one of her time-travelling escapades back into the prehistoric past.

Ronovea is often equated with the iconic video game character, Lara Croft by many a male paleontologist, whose erotic ‘Anima’ manifestation inspires their scientific endeavours; for she knows of their deepest reptilian brain-stem desires.

For example, John R. ‘Jack’ Horner, born June 15, 1946, has a signed art print of Ronovea riding Godzilla, which he has placed above his altar of fossils in his office.

Horner is an American paleontologist who discovered the first clear evidence that some dinosaurs cared for their young. Horner is one of the best-known paleontologists in the United States.

In addition to his many paleontological discoveries, Horner has served as the technical advisor for all of the Jurassic Park films, and even served as partial inspiration for one of the lead characters, Dr. Alan Grant. Horner had studied at the University of Montana and was awarded an Doctorate in Science honoris causa.

Horner related, “Ronovea is like a Goddess to me, she is my inspiring muse of the Great Old Ones. Like the Hindu, Shakti, her sacred colours are that of red and white, along with black, which too equates with blue, like the colours of the Union Jack, which incorporates the X Rune crossbones of trance and that of the solar cross of consciousness. She is an aristocrat, who is a Marchioness, although my fellow Masons call her the Countess.”  

“What! You’re a Freemason?” The interviewer enquired; Horner deftly sidestepped the inquisitive question as he poured himself a glass of Jack Daniels, who then said, “she doesn’t like the title, Countess; though she takes it all in good humour. Ronovea is more than just a time-travelling palaeontologist, she is also a Witch, who has taught me how to time-travel within my lucid dreams into the far distant past of prehistory, via which I can contact my reptilian ancestors.”

The interviewer observed Horner putting a fossilised insect, incarcerated within a small piece of amber into his glass; “that is how I make so many amazing discoveries in my field; but then we are all imprisoned within amber time. The ability of lucid dreaming is where you awaken the ‘sixth’ sense. The dinosaurs weren’t wiped out, they live on, within us all. Ronovea pointed out to me that a remnant of our dinosaur kin, is our reptilian brain-stems, which is very much involved in language; for much of the neural processes concerning our use of language is subconsciously automatic, over which your reptilian brain-stem has governance.”

Horner eventually answered the interviewers initial question after gulping down his drink, without swallowing the amber; “yes, I am a Mason of the X Rune raptor crossbones. We are taught that whenever a word is spoken or read, it instantaneously ‘conjures’ up an associative ‘web’ of corresponding symbols within your subconscious mind, of which you have been taught to associate with the sound of a word. Wherefore, when to speak, read or write, you are conjuring up spirits, which are all as ‘nailed down’ symbols, to make manifest, amidst your Triangle Of Art Imagination, without even realising it.”

Horner continued. “Hence we are all practicing Ritual Magic everyday; more so at night, when to conjure up associative symbols within our dreams of Sorcery. Although, my poster of Ronovea, is just a two-dimensional image at a conscious level; she can become as a subconscious interactive three-dimensional reality, within my virtual reality lucid dreams, as an inspiring Succubus aspect of the fallen ‘Anima.’ That is why I play Tomb Raider, of a symbolic meditation tool, concerning Ronovea, which greatly facilitates my lucid dream conjurations of her.”

Horner further related. “You may find it all rather odd, but the utilisation of iconic symbolism, is very much what the science of neuro-advertising is geared towards understanding.”

Horner then said, “Ronovea is at war with the those who misuse neuro-advertising, whose intention is to subversively influence your reptilian brain-stem for political ends; it’s basically mind control. This is achieved via the manipulation of an established symbolic language form, which is invariably religious of nature.”

“Can you also tell our audience about what Ronovea revealed about a Stargate,” the interviewer asked. Horner was silent for a moment, before answering, “the Stargate, exists within you; it is the ability to travel through time, within your lucid dreams, of an inner museum, which intersects all periods of time and that of other worlds.”

“So, the Stargate is not a hard-technology; it otherwise symbolises a psychic ability.” The interviewer to question, which made Horner slyly smile. Horner answered; “it is both. If you have an ability, which science will one day understand, to thereby translate into a hard technology; then you also have a physical Stargate.”

NOTE: Most psychologists of varying psychological disciplines are very much aware of the Animus and Anima, which were scientifically investigated and clarified of a psychological function by the psychologist Carl Jung.

However, said psychologists, and even Jung, himself usually describe the Animus and Anima in very convoluted language, which of labyrinthine intellectualisations, lose any applied practicality. The following has been simplified for the layperson.

But then it is all very simple of nature anyway. Hence, without thinking about it, an everyday psycho-biological process is easily taken for granted, and thereby entirely missed. Wherefore, the likes of politically motivated social-engineers utilise what is habitually not self-observed in order to influence and ultimately have total control over the quite oblivious masses.

THE CONJURING OF JURASSIC PARK DINOSAUR GIRL RONOVE

The initial Goetia conjurations of the 27th Succubus archetype of the Fallen Anima, called Ronovea, were somewhat surreal of visionary material, which involved a number of symbolic influences intruding into my active-imagination visualisations of this Succubus Art Muse.

The classical grimoire descriptions of this spirit is depicted as manifesting as a hideous monster, although, never defined as to what its actual appearance is, apart from being seen as male archetype of the deified Animus, as of a per usual indoctrinated perception, which is otherwise named Ronove.

The monster aspect came through as a vision of a prehistoric creature, looking like a Tyrannosaurus Rex at first, which quickly assumed the Lovecraftian form of a Godzilla.

Although, not of the rubber suit variety trashing Tokyo.

As the evocation continued of conjuring up symbolic associations, the creature triggered off memories of childhood nightmares, wherein I had been continually pursued by a Godzilla, from out of the infernal depths of my psyche.

I decided to visualise myself as a child once again; and rather than running away from the Jurassic park terror, as of previous dream memory, I otherwise confronted it.

The monster suddenly shrank in size, when I turned to face it, to then see a woman riding the back of the Dragon.

The woman was young and very attractive, who appeared at first to be naked; though stiff of movement, like that of a lifeless doll, whose knitted together film star features flickered between that of Caroline Munro and Angelina Jolie, to then fuse into one, of an exquisite corpse.

She then assumed clothing, whom looked very much like the iconic video game character of Lara Croft.

It was at this point of a visualisation that her back-story started to formulate; though disjointed at first of cinematic influences in the main, such as the 70’s film, At The Earth’s Core featuring pre- Jurassic park movie dinosaurs, starring Caroline Munro, along with reptilian references to alien Greys.

The developing story, started to rapidly take shape around her conjured archetype amidst my triangle of art imagination; who related she was a Time-Travelling Palaeontologist, which led to me drawing ‘two-dimensional’ images of a further meditation exercise.

As her back-story became more stable, she then started to manifest a distinctive personality. The initial stiffness of a prior doll like rubbery appearance, became alive of a fleshed out reality within my imagination.

She spoke to me of things I hadn’t yet consciously thought about; while I visualised myself having a dialogue with her of creative day-dreaming.

The emotional intensity of the conjuration had made an impression upon my ensuing dreams; wherein I observed numerous trigger-symbols pertaining to misty childhood memories of visiting the natural history museum, along with noticing a female Palaeontologist giving a lecture, who looked remarkably like the actress Angelina Jolie.

Then one night, I experienced what is technically termed as the Old-Hag Syndrome. As soon as I laid my head down to rest, due to feeling mentally and physically exhausted after working upon an art commission; I rapidly found myself not being able to move of sleep paralysis.

Due to previous experiences of the Bedroom Invader phenomenon since changeling childhood, I instinctively knew that I should not indulge in fear, otherwise my fearful reaction would manifest into a shadow people nightmare.

However the automatic reaction of fear had been prior negated by the introversion of the sexual impulse, when to have ritualistically meditated upon Ronovea as a Succubus, to ride as my Night-Mare.

I noted that there was a gathering presence around me; though invisible at first, it felt monstrous, as if there was some huge creature looming over my art studio.

This initially initiated a great pressure upon my body of an instinctive fear reaction, which had otherwise became that of an erotic sensation, since I had introverted the sexual impulse, to thereby negate my fear.

I then proceeded to call out the mantra name of Ronovea, as well as visualising her mandala of a seal; as I did so, the oppressive presence was rapidly transformed into seeing a ‘three-dimensional’ manifestation of a ravishingly gorgeous woman, looking like Lara Croft, standing at the foot of my bed.

At this point, I was then able to lift myself up from my supine position to thence walk into the ‘electron’ dream, fully lucid.

I then went over to Ronovea, with whom, of an ensuing Coitus Pactum, she guided me through the bedroom doorway, which had become that of her vaginal vortex leading to an age of ancient memories, where Godzilla of the Great Old Ones reign over the Earth, that once was, and still is, of a parallel realm, just next door to one’s own.

GODZILLA GIRL RONOVE

The psychic Übermensch Aaron C. Donohoo experienced a revelation concerning the Goetian (Succubi) Succubae archetypes of the Fallen Anima.

He discovered that the 27th Succubus archetype of the Fallen Anima, called Ronove, otherwise known as Ronovea, is associated with the workings of the reptilian brain-stem.

The reptilian brain-stem is the oldest part of the human brain, which connects all of us with our dinosaur ancestors.

The dinosaurs did not die out, they live on through us; they are our most ancient kin. Whereupon Donohoo’s remote viewing vision of Ronovea revealed her manifesting riding a dinosaur, which at surrealist times looked like a Cthulhu Godzilla.

Ronovea’s mount also manifested of vision as a Velociraptor, which in real life, was a genus of dromaeosaurid theropod dinosaur from the Late Cretaceous period, which inhabited what is now the Gobi desert. However, a Velociraptor was no bigger than a Wolf.

The Velociraptor had feathers, of a very bird-like appearance. It had a long claw (terrible claw) on the second toe of both feet, 8 cm (3 in) long, which was probably used intelligently as a weapon.

Velociraptor was the first dromaeosaurid to be discovered in 1923, and is still the most well known to Ronovea inspired Palaeontologists, with over a dozen recovered fossil skeletons; the most of any other member of its family.

Since the Velociraptor is no bigger than a Wolf or a large Turkey turned carnivorous, Ronovea’s mount could actually be a Achillobatoris, which is of the same genus as the Velociraptor, though much larger. Achillobatoris lived roughly 98 to 83 million years ago during the Late Cretaceous in what is now Mongolia.

The Archillobatoris was among the largest dromaeosaurs; the holotype and only known individual of Achillobatoris is estimated at 5 to 6 m (16.4 to 19.7 ft) long. Achillobatoris was a moderately-built, ground-dwelling, bipedal carnivore. It would have been an active predator, hunting with an enlarged, sickle-shaped claw on the second toe like the Velociraptor.

You also have Deinonychus (terrible claw), which is a genus of the carnivorous dromaeosaurid ceolurosaurian dinosaurs. There is one described species, Deinonychus antirrhopus. This species could grow up to 3.4 metres (11 ft) long, which lived during the early Cretaceous Period, about 115–108 million years ago (from the mid-Aptian to early Albian stages).

Fossils have been recovered from the U.S. states of Montana, Wyoming, and Oklahoma, in rocks of the Cloverly Formation and Antlers Formation, though teeth that may belong to Deinonychus have been found much farther east in Maryland.

The Ronovea inspired Palaeontology study of Deinonychus by John Ostrom during the late 1960’s revolutionized the way scientists thought about dinosaurs, leading to the ‘dinosaur renaissance,’ which ignited the debate on whether dinosaurs were warm-blooded or cold blooded.

Before this, the popular conception of dinosaurs had been one of plodding, reptilian giants, which still initiate fear within the reptilian brain-stems of the scientists who cannot yet as yet figure out the gravity problem. As for Ostrom, he noted the small body of Deinonychus, having a sleek, horizontal posture, ratite-like spine, and especially the enlarged raptorial claws on its feet, which suggested an active, agile predator.

Then you have the American dromaeosaurid theropod dinosaur, called the Utahraptor, (meaning Utah’s predator) whose fossil specimens date to the upper Barremian stage of the early Cretaceous period (in rock strata dated to 126 ± 2.5 million years ago). The Utahraptor, rather than the Velociraptor was probably featured in the Holy-wood blockbuster Jurassic Park, which has since become an iconic viral meme haunting the twilight dreams of mammalian girls, loving the Illuminati bad-boys of their deified Animus, made as a patriarchal God and a Devil.

Anyway, Ronovea indicated that there are many a monster with a forked tongue around us, such as slimy priests, conniving politicians, maverick salesmen and carnival pitch men the ladies have the hots for. Women can’t help themselves loving Great Beast Bad-Boys, they’ve been genetically hardwired to be attracted to reptiles down the ages.

These monsters with forked tongues use their golden words to evoke emotional responses from the reptilian brain-stems of their fleecy minded flocks. This forked tongued word entrancement lulls the Sheep into a hypnotic trance, which leads to the Sheep being sacrificed upon the political alters of the monsters hidden agendas.

There are numerous forked tongued monsters preying upon the gullible; such as a psychic selling snake oil pseudo philosophies about a deified ‘Animus’ made as a Abrahamic God and his bottom buddy Lucifer, or that of a remote viewer spewing Biblical end of the world predictions, who to otherwise rant on about machismo Angels and butch Demons to verily transform into humanoid Aliens. All of them are hucksters, who draw upon their charismatic talents in order snake charm the indoctrinated reptilian brain-stems of their fleecy minded victims, which keeps the religious brainwash rolling on, of a word entrancement continuance.

The 27th Succubus archetype of the Fallen Anima had once been captured by the Altay shaman called Wodkhan when to reptilian brain-stem trance into conscious dreaming, wherein he conjured Ronovea’s ‘Anima’ fluctuation as his Mind-Doll Tulpa. Wodkhan lived near unto the Gobi desert of Leng where he had discovered Ronovea’s terrible claw to have thence tethered this Goetia Girl Tulpa to his Sleipnir drum.

She not only protected him as his Godzilla Goetia girl Valkyrie of an Ally, against all malign intent, but also greatly empowered her conjurer to overcome the hypnotic influence of all those monsters who sought to build their big-business Temples of the deified Animus God cults, by enslaving minds.

These monsters achieved their forked tongued agenda through the symbolic ‘language’ of religion, which evokes fear amidst the reptilian brain-stems of the Sheep to thereby easily brainwash.

The first impressions you will have when to gaze upon Donohoo’s remote viewed drawing of Ronovea is that she is a lithe gymnastic woman looking like a very sexy Lara Croft riding the back of a Velociraptor as well as what appears to be some kind of Vesica Pisces portal, somewhat akin to a spiraling vaginal wormhole behind her.

She is also surrounded by sketchy images pertaining to the classic Grey alien and a blue skinned humanoid, which Donohoo felt to be both female. However, he didn’t see these entities as being extraterrestrials, but instead, being some kind of reference to the evolution of future humanity.

The raptor is however most troublesome, even from the simplicity of Donohoo’s crayon sketch; it’s gaze of eye, and of twisted lips, suggests an impish grin. It is as if the raptor is enjoying its exposure to the world of the hominid brain after many millions of years within the primordial darkness, of the infernal underworld.

You will also notice the suggestion of a shadow in the drawing, looking like a Crow, as if something other is remote viewing the remote viewer. Although this greatly worried Donohoo, he was more concerned with those monsters with forked tongues who habitually cloud the minds of Sheep, by stirring emotional responses amidst their reptilian brain-stems, who utilise a symbolic language to do so.

In his commentary Donohoo writes about his impressions as he confronted this Succubus in his remote viewing session: “I became aware of a grotesque figure shadowing my mind’s Eye. I felt that this shadow was a male who was riding Ronovea as his Nightgaunt Witch. This Succubus was giving off a distinct smell of a rose; she was sexually aroused to do so, by the shadowy male riding her, as has already been noted.”

“I also have the feeling of a specific kind of verse and tone being used by forked tongue monsters. These monsters are very much aware that their carefully constructed verses must be used in a religious way of symbolic subversion, or of a neuro-advertising manner, so that they can persuade the subconscious minds of others, even against their conscious will,” he writes. 

“Ronovea is thought to be associated with Rhetoric, which is the art of discourse, an art, whose aim is to improve the capability of writers or speakers to inform, persuade, or motivate particular audiences in specifically emotionally charged situations, which can be engineered of false flag events.”

“As a subject of formal study and a productive civic practice, rhetoric has played a central role in the Western tradition. Its best known definition comes from Aristotle, who considers it a counterpart of both logic and politics, and calls it: “the faculty of observing in any given case the available means of persuasion.”

“It just so happens that Aristotle is the patron saint of the Skull and Crossbones society whose beehive lodge number 322, is a reference to Aristotle’s demise. In 323 BCE Alexander died; in the resulting outbreak of anti-Macedonian feeling in Athens, Aristotle left for Chalcis, on the island of Euboea, where he died in 322 BCE under strange circumstances, perhaps he was assassinated by a… Daimon?”

“The science of rhetoric typically provides heuristics for understanding, discovering, and developing arguments for having control over particular emotionally charged situations, which as mentioned prior, can be subversively engineered. Rhetoric often employs Aristotle’s three persuasive audience appeals, logos, pathos, and ethos. The five canons of rhetoric, which trace the traditional tasks in designing a persuasive speech, were first codified in classical Rome: invention, arrangement, style, memory, and delivery, which was also utilised by the ascendancy of Christian Rome’s big-business brainwashing monsters, who did so through inflicting guilt and fear upon the mass populace in order to sell their religious product.”

“Along with grammar and logic; rhetoric is one of the three ancient arts of discourse. Basically, rhetoric is a scientific means to use words, which instantaneously evokes symbolic stimuli amidst the subconscious minds of the populace. This in turn directs their reptilian brain-stem emotional responses, which is achieved without them ever realising what is going on; wherefore Ronovea is out to eradicate the monsters.”

“It is interesting to note that while attending an in-house program at The Monroe Institute, I met and spoke with a man who had recently been to dinner with former President burning Bush at the White House, housing a Two-Party Dictatorship of whoring flesh puppet politicians, whether they be of the left and right; they’re all the same, who are bought and owned by the billionaire Feudal Few, whose reptile brain is the Military Industrial Complex.”

“While This man was in the White House, he had clairvoyantly observed a man in black, striding out of a vaginal shaped portal, who seemed to be a misshapen shadow man, or looking like an anthropomorphic Crow.”

“This Crow man appeared to be watching the Skull and Crossbones President, and my informant nervously suspected, that all those to follow would also be watched, and perhaps other presidents have been observed in the past.”

“As I listened to this very odd story, I felt somewhat subconsciously convinced, although at a conscious level, deeply skeptical. However this was before the twin asbestos towers of Boaz and Joachim got struck down of a Crucifying false flag event, around which you had the dancing Israelis making high fives and the Wahabist Saudis raking in the cash. This invariably led to a most bloody Petro-Dollar war around the pyramidal oily ziggurat of UR, amidst which be the Orwellian eye of the deified Animus. The Wall Street petrodollar to have also instigated a great depression against the Euro for dominance in the Middle East; one or the other of the monetary ILL-usions had to survive.”

“Years later this image of a misshapen shadow man appeared to me while (out of the body) watching former Skull and Crossbones President Clinton. I distinctly felt that this shadow man was laughing at Clinton, who was accessing all his secrets of dream inception, as well as being very much aware of my own presence, which he ignored. It is not unusual to find principalities and other forms of energy within the ‘astral’ although this one image is for me, is quite novel, being that those people independent of me are also ‘seeing’ the shadow man similarly described.”

“Now it may seem clear although far from conclusive just what this shadow man may be, who looks like an undertaker scarecrow. At one juncture I had the clear image of seeing a Crow of flame being lit up upon the ground, which possibly indicates that this shadow man is a rebellious Ante-Christ.”

 

“I believe that this shadow man of a Crow is riding Ronovea as his Nightgaunt Succubus, a Hindu, Bon-Po Tibetan Buddhist or Tantric would otherwise call a Dakini. Ronovea is classically known for giving insight into the scientific art of rhetoric and political persuasion to those Sorcerers who evoke her Anima archetype.”

“But it also appears she enables the ability to travel through time via the electron dream. Should you achieve lucidity within the electron dream, she can take you back to the age of the Necronomicon Great Old Ones, when the dinosaurs ruled over the Earth, since she manifested as a Tetrachromat Palaeontologist who is being ridden by a Crow man.”

“Only women can be Tetrachromats, by the way. It does appear that this Crow man is her beastly time travelling lover.” Donohoo concluded.

As for Ronovea’s rank she is a sexy Marchioness as well as a Countess who governs over 19 legions of Tetrachromat Reptilian Girl Succubae archetypes of the Fallen Anima.

The Psychic Übermensch Aaron C. DonoWhoo by Erin C. DonoWhoo (2012)