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BELPHEGOR: THE MYSTERY OF THE LOUVRE PYRAMID

Posted in Art, Chaos Magic, Comics, Film, Goetia Girls, Lucid Dreaming, Occultism, Psychology, Sex Magic, Shamanism, Sorcery, Succubus, Surrealism, Time Travel, Tulpa Creation, Witchcraft with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 23, 2016 by FAUSTUS CROW

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Belphegor is one of the few Grimoire entities who is said to appear as a young Velvet Buzzsaw girl. She is known as being a daemon of discoveries and of ingenious inventions who also bestows wealth.

But as per usual, the Velvet Buzzsaw female manifestation is seen to be but a ruse in the patriarchal Playgirl Grimoires of an ‘Animus’ fixation.

Whereupon Belphegor is commonly listed as being a butch male entity, who is disparagingly depicted as ‘bearded’ demon seated upon a (water convenience) lavatory.

Said demon is commonly classified as being once worshipped by the Moabites as Baalphegor on Mount Phegor where there be no spicy Velvet Buzzsaw girls in sight.

Whereby the classic Grimoire image of constructed political propaganda has been engineered as a cultural slur, which can of course be easily reversed of an anti-viral meme, to look like, say, Velvet Buzzsaw Kate Moss.

Although if you had done so during Aleister Crowley’s era, who to have otherwise conjured up the butch Incubi archetypes of the deified ‘Animus,’ made as a God and Devil, while at Boleskine House, you would most assuredly be considered to be far more wicked than Crowley ever was. Hence Crowley never went that far beyond a patriarchal Ring-Pass-Not!

Some of the ‘Animus’ fixated Rabbis even claim that Belphegor must be worshipped, when frequenting your bathroom, with offerings, being the residue of your digestive waste; failing that, accidentally, on purpose, cutting yourself, while shaving off your ‘beard’ over a chalice of a sink, to then watch your blood dribbling down the drain of an offering.

If you believe this to be true, then you have been well and truly shafted up your Abrahamic anal tract! So, on wards and upwards of a Néo Belphégor anti-viral Velvet Buzzsaw meme.

Let’s get this straight, it was never a case of worshipping crap; it has far more to do with thinking clearly via self-analysis in order to rid your mind of ‘crappy’ thoughts, which is engaged in so as to attain a creative state of a brainstorming Theta brainwave, to kick-start your ‘quantum computing’ brain to tune into alternate possibilities.

Although admittedly, on many an occasion you might just find yourself to Archimedes cry “Eureka” after dumping a base-Chakra battleship, rather than to do so, when sojourning in your floatation tank of a Kings sarcophagus, brimming over with murky soap bubbles, all looking like dodecahedron universes.

But, the obvious allusion to a technique is usually overlooked, which of a self-perpetuated tunnel-vision has led many a brainwashed ‘Animus’ fixated priest of Rome to conclude that Belphegor is the deity of Pet (Fart) or ‘Crepitus,’ while writhing Witch Nuns to believe that he is their Praipus wielding an ever erect blade.

Collin de Plancy mentioned in his 1863 Playgirl Grimoire, Dictionnaire Infernal, that Selden, who is cited by Bainier had reported that human victims were offered up to Belphegor, and that his priests partake of their blood; what a Hammer Horror laugh. Its just a load of Biblical Death-Metal crap, inspiring many a Hollywood Creepypasta movie!

Plancy also mentions that Wierus wrote that Belphegor always has an open mouth, attributing it to the name Phegor, which according to Leloyer means ‘crevice’ or ‘split,’ referring to when he was worshipped in caves wherein people threw offerings to his statue, through an air hole.

No! It has far more to do with an inner gateway of a crevice/split, which refers to hypnagogic trance ingress of your (Air element) mind into the cavernous Velvet Buzzsaw womb dream, a paleolithic Artist to have known, when he to have attained trance within the Lascaux caves.

The utilised symbolism of a crevice/split has an association with the Velvet Buzzsaw vagina, which the ‘bearded’ practitioner accesses of an inner trance gate, when to introvert his sexual impulse into the dream by prior focusing upon Belphegor as a Velvet Buzzsaw girl.

In other words, the symbolism alludes to Tantric dream Yoga, which is not seen due to the sexual impulse being entirely castigated out of the spiritual equation along with the Velvet Buzzsaw feminine principle of the Fallen ‘Anima.’

The female focus of a two-dimensional image is utilised in order to cohere the thoughts of the practitioner like a laser beam, which is further empowered by the introversion of the sexual impulse; this then negates any crappy thoughts from arising.

The goal of the exercise is to attain conscious ingress into a lucid dream, wherein Belphegor can be conjured as an interactive three-dimensional reality.

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Even though the ‘Anima’ has been cut out of the spiritual equation by the worshippers of the deified ‘Animus’ made as a God, Belphegor has over time become very much a Velvet Buzzsaw French Succubus, which is due in the main to the popularity of a 1927 crime novel, entitled: Belphégor, whose English title is, The Mystery of the Louvre.

The novel was authored by French writer Arthur Bernède, which is about a Velvet Buzzsaw female ‘phantom’ haunting the cavernous Musée du Louvre of many a painted cave wall.

However, the phantom is in actuality a gymnastic ballerina, masked as a Velvet Buzzsaw Cat burglar, who is trying to steal its Necronomicon treasures.

Belphégor was simultaneously adapted as a movie serial starring René Navarre as Chantecoq, Bernède’s fictional detective, and the Velvet Buzzsaw actress Elmire Vautier as the villainous Belphégor.

Bernède’s novel inspired several other adaptations, including an eponymous 1965 French television series starring Velvet Buzzsaw, Juliette Greco in the title role of Belphégor.

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 The TV series was duly followed by a 1965 daily comic strip sequel; it was not until later that you had the 2001 Belphegor film starring Velvet Buzzsaw, Sophie Marceau.

Although this time around, the Belphegor comic strip became a 2001 French-Canadian animated television series, which transformed Belphegor into a male, rather than the original Velvet Buzzsaw female character, it is a darn shame.

It appears that the creators of the very stylish animated series missed the ‘Anima’ point; but then they were more than likely pandering to an ‘Animus’ fixated audience who later became far more enamoured with the likes of the Da Vinci Code.

Whatever the case, Belphegor  has become immortalised in France, of a mass-mind focus, spinning her sensual Velvet Buzzsaw Tulpa.

She was even featured for a time in DC’s New Earth comics as one of the Global Guardians, whose base of operations is based in a United Nations-financed headquarters building called the Dome, which just so happens is located in the Artists capital of Paris.

You could otherwise see the Dome as the Musée du Louvre, when to ascend the dream escalator unto Belphegor’s seventh planetary sphere of her heavenly Velvet Buzzsaw delights, which only a Parisian girl can bestow.

Hence, she can be conjured amidst the Triangle Of Art imagination as an inspiring Velvet Buzzsaw Art Muse, who as a Parisian Art Student will reveal the very real masked mystery of the Musée du Louvre.

She might just lead you through her Velvet Buzzsaw Yoni stargate, into the cavernous temple precincts of the Musée du Louvre, to Remote-View its uterine galleries, within a lucid dream.

Belphegor will at first indicate that she has an association with ancient Egypt, whose culture the French are enamoured with, whereupon you have the Louvre… Pyramid.

Whereby, Belphegor’s sigil/seal is derived from the blueprint of the Musée du Louvre, of a one time fortress becoming a palace, which appears to be based upon the Edfu temple of ancient Egypt’s Isis child of a… Horus Hawk/Falcon.

Upon what the Louvre was originally built, is of course debatable; but it was very likely a pagan site, of a possible ancient temple.

You also have many a Neolithic Ley line pointing at its locale, which was no doubt symbolically aligned with a… Hawk.

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Said Hawk was not just any raptor, but that of a Hawk specifically flown from a (Belphegor) lady’s hand, known as a… Merlin… who as Belphegor’s Druid, knows about her Ouroboros Stargate, ringed by Gaulish standing stones, under the star clock of Zodiac ages.

When to see Merlin, you will then find that unmasked Belphegor alludes to Morgana la Fay, of (Da’at) Avalon isle (Lin/Din/Dun) hill/Tor/Cosmic-Mountain/Pyramid, at the centre of (Mer/Myr/Mar) menstrual blood (scarlet – Isis/Mary) waters, who to watch over a (Horus/Merlin) ‘Bearded’ Druid.

The ancient Gauls considered Britain to be a school of (Shaman) Druids, who had caused no end of bother to the Roman’s, before they then decided to invade Britain.

The mystery of the Louvre (Lin/Din/Don/Dun) pyramid amidst (Mer/Myr/Mar-y) waters is thereby revealed of a pre-Christian understanding, which has nothing to do with the Da Vinci Code.

But why the Musée du Louvre? Well, besides being an ancient power place, it is now the most visited Art museum in the world, which to hearken back to a painted womb cave from where the first Shaman (Druid) was born as an Artist, who knows how to ‘program’ his ‘virtual reality’ lucid dreams via symbolic stimuli.

The Artist to know that Art is Sorcery, Sorcery is Art; both are indivisible of shamanic practice, of which Velvet Buzzsaw Belphegor to inspire as an Art Muse; that is why most Artists are by nature, thinking outside of the box, crazy.

Belphegor symbolically represents the hypnagogic (phase) trance (Rose/Rhodora/Yoni/crevice) into the (grail/chalice) womb dream of astral waters, the Shamans bloody consciousness to enter.

The Shamans consciousness is likened to a blade penetrating the (Isis/Belphegor/Morgana la Fay) dream, wherein he then to ‘Out Of Body Experience,’ fly over the ever recurring Ouroboros of all existence, as a Remote-Viewing winged (Horus) eye, of a Time Travelling… Merlin.

NOTE: In the practice of Alchemy, you have the Prima Materia, which is essentially detritus. Some Alchemists saw this to be quite literal; whereupon their labs did reek of their boiled down urine and excrement. It just so happens, that your ‘body’ shits gold and other metals, but only in very small trace amounts.  

The body was symbolically represented as the cosmic mountain, which is interpenetrated by the tree of worlds, representing your spinal column. The cosmic mountain is otherwise symbolised as a… Pyramid. 

However, as to the Prima Materia, it refers to something else, which equates with the heavy metal of lead and that of a Torc, encircled of an Ouroboros around the throat area of the (Da’at) reptilian brain-stem. 

The leaden Torc represents the eternally recurring events of existence, which in regards to an unobserved life leads to repeating situations, a Hindu would term as being Karma. The practice of Yoga and that of Alchemy is to transmute the Karmic repeat into something else; whereupon you have the employed symbolism of lead being transmuted into gold. 

The process of transmutation requires that the practitioner becomes adept at inducing hypnagogic trance in order to thence attain conscious ingress into the dream. The reptilian brain-stem governs over the depth of your dreams and trance states; hence you have the serpentine symbolism of a lead Torc being transmuted into gold. 

When conscious ingress into the dream is attained of a ‘little death,’ the practitioner will start to become more aware of the Karmic repeats of his/her life; this leads to a sensation that certain key events have happened before, which is summed up by the ‘French’ term of déjà vu. 

The ‘Edge Of Tomorrow’ experience of déjà vu is often tied up with the observation of synchronicities, which have a symbolic correlation with scenarios prior encountered in dreams. As the practitioner becomes more aware of the repeat of leaden Karma, his/her Torc can be potentially transmuted into a golden understanding that the repeat can be changed; this then leads to what a Hindu terms as Dharma. 

Basically, shit can be changed into gold; but only when you start to déjà vu remember the repeating shit! 

Those who do not to remember, are just repeating their ‘programmed’ shit, having no free-will of their own; for everything has been fixed of a leaden Ouroboros Torc around their throats. 

An analogy being, those who as yet do not remember are nothing more than being programmed simulations existing within a simulated reality a Hindu mystic would term as being Maya. 

In ancient times, a lead Torc was worn by those who were considered to be slaves to their fate until they attained the (Belphegor/Morgana la Fay) Avalon (Da’at) ‘Knowledge’ that their leaden existence can be transmuted into gold. 

Whereby, Merlin wears a golden Torc, who is very much aware of the shit; such as knowing that in the New-World-Order of an Orwellian Eden, ignorance is bliss; whereas the (Da’at) Avalon ‘Knowledge’ is considered to be a sin!  

That is why the shits fluoridate your water supply in order to calcify your DMT producing pineal gland… third eye!

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MORGANA LE FAY HIGH PRIESTESS OF DA’AT AVALON

Posted in Art, Chaos Magic, Cosplay, CREATIVE WRITING, Film, Goetia Girls, Goth Girls, Lucid Dreaming, Occultism, Sex Magic, Shamanism, Sorcery, Succubus, Surrealism, Tarot, Tulpa Creation, Witchcraft with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 1, 2016 by FAUSTUS CROW

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.” 

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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!” 

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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?”

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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…” 

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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!” 

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