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THE MUMMY RETURNS

Posted in Art, Chaos Magic, Discordianism, Film, Goetia Girls, Goth Girls, Horror, Lucid Dreaming, Occultism, Poltergeist, Psychology, Science Fiction, Sex Magic, Sorcery, Succubus, Surrealism, Tarot, Tulpa Creation, Witchcraft with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 13, 2017 by FAUSTUS CROW

RED ICE: I am your stand in host on Red Ice TV. We are very honoured by having the talented actor, Tom Cruise here, in our humble studio, who has taken time out, from his very busy schedule to tell us about his role in the re-imagined Mummy film. Let’s start by asking… (Tom Cruise quickly interjects.)

TOM CRUISE: Look, I have to cut to the chase here. I haven’t got much time. I need to warn the public; I can’t hold back any longer; a female Mummy is far more real than anything you can ever imagine.

RED ICE: What? I thought all Mummies are female, my very real Mummy was most definitely female, until she had a Hollywood sex change, now I call her my big Daddy…

TOM CRUISE: No, no, no! You know what I mean, I mean reanimated Egyptian Mummies; the bandaged up types, clambering out of a crumbling Beehive of a pyramid; they’re for real… (Cruise stands up from his seat and does a staggered zombie impression as Mummy Boris Karloff.)

RED ICE: You’re kidding me! You’ll be saying that Boris Karloff is a Imhotep Freemason, next, who’s plastered ghost is still around, haunting the Illuminati Beehive lodges of Hollywood’s Masonic studios?

TOM CRUISE: No, no, no! Far worse than Karloff; a Queen Bee Mummy will knock Karloff’s worker Bee Mummy into Oblivion; she’ll go far beyond Marjorie Cameron, who hunted down Jack Parsons upon a Babalon synchronicity. She’s a femme fatale Succubus… She’ll get into your pyramidal three tiered brain, driving you Left-Hand-Path creatively mad with her dark salacious nature.

RED ICE: Are you for real? An ancient Queen Bee Mummy is actually around, walking amongst us?

TOM CRUISE: Yes! She’s a disembodied Thetan, who has total control over the worker Bee’s, Alex Kurtzman and Jon Spaihts. what’s more, as a disembodied Queen Bee Thetan, she took possession of Sofia Boutella.

RED ICE: Sofia Boutella is possessed by a disembodied Thetan? What do you mean by a Thetan, exactly? Can you explain to our Muggle audience what a Thetan is?

TOM CRUISE: Well, I can’t go into the Thetan stuff. You have to a be a Scientologist to be privy to that kind of… Clear… information. All I can say, is that a Thetan is like a spirit.

RED ICE: Is a Thetan spirit associated with the Theta brainwave, which is involved with hypnagogic trance and Artistic creativity?

TOM CRUISE: Yes! Yes! It is a chaotic brainwave state, we Scientologists have to control at a collective level in order to brainwash brains, to then convert their jellies into a hypnotised hive-mind, just as the Catholic church of Rome’s BORG empire has likewise done so, let alone Islam and that of their original appropriated BORG source, Judaism. As Philip K. Dick once said, “The Empire Never Ended!” So, when in Rome, do as the Roman’s do… Cults are financially lucrative, which is especially the case when a cult becomes a big-business religion, paying no taxes… Shit! The money just rolls in. That’s why the public water supply has been eugenically fluoridated with a known neurotoxin and a mutagenic compound, in order to calcify the DMT producing pineal-glands of the unwashed fleecy minded populace, to never question their monotheistic triangle of an Illuminati trinity… Damn it! I’ve let slip there…

TOM CRUISE: Forget what I jut said. Look, I can’t reveal anymore, otherwise I’ll be castrated by L. Ron Hubbard’s Men In Black minions, dressed like dog-collared priests… But there’s something far, far worse than them… I haven’t the time; I’m being hunted by the Great Old Ones. This is between you, me, and your very select audience, you understand… Kurtzman told me in private, that he and Spaihts decided to use the Surrealist technique of Automatism, which involved the utilisation of a Ouija board.

RED ICE: What type of Ouija board did Kurtzman and Spaihts use, there are so many different designs?

TOM CRUISE: The Ouija board was specially designed by the same individual who wrote and illustrated a Grimore, both of them used to conjure up a Succubus as their inspiring Art Muse. It was the Muse who inspired their artistic ideas for their movie, to win over the studio’s lodge, big bucks.

RED ICE: What Playgirl Grimoire are you talking about here, are you speaking about, something like, H.P. Lovecraft’s Necronomicon?

TOM CRUISE: Sort of; but it’s the real Necronomicon, since no one had ever depicted what this Grimoire covers, listing Playboy Goetia Girls. It was written and illustrated by some mad sorcerer artist, named Mardun, who is also known as Faustus Crow; he is the Artist who designed their Ouija board.

RED ICE: Mardun… Faustus Crow… never heard of him… Tell us more about this Succubus Art Muse…

TOM CRUISE: The Succubus, Kurtzman and Spaihts conjured up is called Uvall, who is said to be an ancient Egyptian Art Muse, Crow illustrated as a Mummy. Uvall started to make the planchette go crazy around the Ouija board, channelling the script for the entire movie, who also communicated that another name she is known by is… Ahmanet.

RED ICE: So you’re telling us that Kurtzman and Spaihts conjured up a Succubus called Uvall, which channelled the entire movie script as well as taking possession of Sofia as Ahmanet?

TOM CRUISE: Yes! The Succubus transformed Sofia into a wild eyed Performance Artist. She became like an ecstatic Shaman High Priestess Of The Silver Star; she would spontaneously go into an orgasmic Sirius trance on set, saying she was the incarnate ‘Anima’ made as Babalon flesh, let alone singing perverse erotic hymns about Faustus Crow all of the time; it scared the living shit out of me, let alone everyone else. When she sang her salacious praises to Crow, she would make various objects fly all around, such as cameras flying like winged eyes, the camera crew’s bus, weighing as much as a pyramid block, flew like Harry Potter’s car; she even levitated camels, which trotted the air like Santa’s reindeer out of London zoo; it was like Spielberg’s, Poltergeist, but for real.

RED ICE: Sorry, but I think, all of this sounds absolutely crazy. Are you taking any psychiatric medication?

TOM CRUISE: I hate psychiatrists, and I’m not mad; I’m deadly serious. Kurtzman also informed me that the other film directors and writers are using Crow’s Grimoire in the same way for their own horror films, let alone science fiction movies.

RED ICE: Hang on! What? The other directors, writers are using Crow’s Grimoire, in order to conjure up Succubus Art Muses, around his Ouija boards, for their movie scripts as well? That’s, just plain nuts! It sounds like a David Icke reptilian conspiracy to me.

TOM CRUISE: Uvall, I…I… mean, Ahmenet; NO! I mean, Sofia; she’s possessed by the raptor SOPHIA, get it!? She is intending to awaken all the hot blooded Beasts to their Fallen ‘Anima,’ by using those hypnotically erotic dance moves of hers. You do know what that means don’t you?

RED ICE: No! I don’t; Fallen ‘Anima,’ what’s that?

TOM CRUISE: Can’t go into the Jungian details, apart from saying that it means an end of the Illuminati deification of the ‘Animus,’ made as our three faced God out of Ur, whose gender fixated rule since the Zodiac age of Aries to that of Pisces is about to be usurped by the Succubus Great Old Ones of the fallen ‘Anima.’ The seventh seal of a Chakra has been opened, by the conjuration of Uvall, who will usher in the new Aeon of Star Trek Aquarius.

RED ICE: Let’s get this straight; you’re saying that the conspiring directors and writers in Hollywood are conjuring up the Great Old Ones of the fallen ‘Anima,’ who are all Succubi, to bring about the age of Aquarius, just like the Hippies attempted to do during the Vietnam war era?

TOM CRUISE: Yes! Something like that, but the Hippies were still enamoured with our deified ‘Animus’ made as a God, so, we were able to control them. However, this zeitgeist time around, we have a far bigger problem, which hearkens back to something, very ancient, yet it is also of a far flung future shamanistic orientation…. I would like to point out that Crow uses the older term, Succubae, by the way… Not only the directors and writers are part of this, but also the producers, Artists, and even the actors and actresses; they are all secretly conjuring, which enables them to induce lucid dream interactions with Crow’s Art Muses. The films will all share the same cinematic Hyper-Sigil universe…

TOM CRUISE: Just like Marvel’s and Disney’s elemental superhero franchise of the spandex wearing ‘Animus,’ whose neuro-marketing empire will be toppled by the return of the classic film-land monsters out of the collective unconscious. It has all been initiated by the conjuration of Uvall as Ahmenet, who equates with the Tarot card of the High Priestess.

RED ICE: Hmmmm! I’m sure that Madonna will know that the High Priestess is associated with the ‘Ninth’ Yesod sphere of the Moon in the Cabbala, whose Tarot card is ascribed to the thirteenth path, which crosses over the ‘Eleventh’ hidden sphere of Da’at.

TOM CRUISE: Yes! I know all that Reticular-Activation-System, Nine-Eleven stuff. It is via the Aquarian stargate pylons of Queen Bee Sofia, who is now Crow’s High Priestess, that Hollywood will soon be transformed into Horror-Wood under the blue Kachina star of Sirius.

RED ICE: (smirks) Are you conjuring out of Crow’s Grimoire as well? I must say that Sofia’s pylons are most ravishing.

TOM CRUISE: (moralistic anger) NO! You know what my Minority Report leaning is of ‘Animus’ worship; I am not into this vile ‘Anima’ pornography. It’s all mad, utterly insane; that is why I am warning you about what is going on behind the creative scenes, where Crow’s sorcery of Art is being practiced. (Cruise’s mobile starts to ring; he looks wide eyed at the received text, an expression of War Of The Worlds abject terror crosses his face.)

RED ICE: Are you okay, you look as if someone has just stepped upon your eternally recurring Edge Of Tomorrow grave?

TOM CRUISE: Uvall, I…I… mean, Ahmenet, she’s found me out! No! Her name is Babalon, No! No! No! She can’t be Babalon… I mean Sophia, damn it! damn it… it’s Sofia… damn it, sounds all Greek to me… it’s all the same bloody archetypal raptor. She knows where I am; I’m not safe here. This interview has ended… I have to go, NOW! Before Crow’s dark haired Babalon Working Queen Bee Mummy finds me. (A Heyoka Crow is heard cawing in the Avadhuta distance.)

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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

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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.

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Hermione knew that the Grand Abbess Morgana le Fay awaited her forlorn arrival for detention upon the ’13th Floor’ of Gimel-Ot; her 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 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 red.”  

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!” 

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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GHOSTS OF THE FIFTH DIMENSION TESSERACT

Posted in Alien, Chaos Magic, Discordianism, Ghost, Occultism, Poltergeist, Science Fiction, Shamanism, Sorcery, Time Travel, UFO, Witchcraft with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 24, 2015 by FAUSTUS CROW

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What exactly is this other realm of the dream, how can it be defined? The film, entitled: Intersteller, may lead to an insight concerning dreaming, which investigated the fifth dimension.

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In general, the film concerns an astronaut, who finds himself being caught in the fifth dimension, whom was able to travel through time, which enabled him to observe his own past.

He eventually found a way to interact with the past by making certain objects move, such as pushing books onto the floor.

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The daughter of the astronaut within the third dimension could not see him, which included his own self, who existed in the past, apart from his daughter observing what was construed as being poltergeist phenomena, when to see books mysteriously falling onto the floor.

The observed poltergeist phenomena was put down to the house being haunted by a ghost; although, the past self of the astronaut took a more scientific perspective of the events, which invariably led him to being caught in the fifth dimension.

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This came about when the astronaut journeyed through a wormhole into a fifth dimensional tesseract intersecting various moments of his daughters life.

He then realised that the wormhole as well as the tesseract were created by a future human civilization, which allowed him to communicate with his daughter through gravity waves.

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The wormhole can be otherwise equated with the Near Death Experience (NDE) of observing a tunnel, which often leads to a (fifth-dimension) life-review.

The (fifth dimension) life-review of the Near Death Experience, when seen in association with the film, Intersteller, leads to an interesting perspective concerning poltergeist phenomena as well as the manifestation of ghosts, and other similar paranormal events.

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What is more, the film interestingly covered the theme of the astronaut haunting his own past self from out of the future.

So, if you find weird light phenomena manifesting in your photographs, or observing orbs and shadowy ghostly forms hovering around, to perhaps also experience poltergeist phenomena and weird dreams involving an indistinct humanoid form, or otherwise looking like bug eyed Alien Greys, which are attempting to make contact.

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You might just find out that it is your own fifth dimensional self, who is attempting to warn you about using pesticides in your back garden, which is decimating the Bee population.

Of course, the general consensus of the scientific community are saying they do not know what is going on. But then many of the scientists have been upended by corporate industrialists, along with the political muscle of orthodox religion to keep them silent.

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For example, the American Congressman Paul Broun who is a member of the ‘House Committee on Science, Space and Technology,’ believes that the Earth was created in six days as described in the Bible, and that the Earth is 9,000yrs old going by the ages of the Biblical patriarchs.

As for evolution, the big bang, embryology, climate change as well as various species succumbing to rapidly increasing extinction events, big-game hunter Broun, considers them to be all lies. He isn’t the only one who believes that the Earth was gifted to humanity by a Bronze age Judaic God as their personal property, there are numerous other whoring politicians being shagged up the arse by their industrialist paymasters, who are just as fluoridated brainwashed as he is.

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There are a number of genuine scientists who are very concerned about the condition of spaceship Earth, but they are being hampered by a fascist theocracy, whose religious politics moulds the perception of many minds. The scientists are well aware that the environment has been systematically poisoned with numerous industrial chemicals since the end of WWII.

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These chemicals are severely impacting the fertility of humans let alone other species across the planet; whereupon you can easily deduce it is obviously affecting the Bees, which, if the situation gets any worse, it will invariably lead to a catastrophic knock on affect, such as the crops dying off, just like in the film, Interstellar.

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The communicated information from your own ghostly self would be more shocking, should you be a Mason of a local NASA Lodge, whose commonality of symbolism utilises the motif of the Beehive.

You may even remember what Einstein said concerning the extinction of Bees, who was well aware that the nuclear fallout from various tests would affect the Bee population, whose demise would be duly followed four years afterwards by the extinction of humanity.

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You might decide that it is your duty to don on your 1969 spacesuit and get involved in the Secret Space Program, which is preparing a chosen few to vacate the planet, looking for a new Earth, such as Kepler 425b in the Cygnus constellation.

But in order to colonise Kepler 425b, it will require a very secret wormhole (NDE tunnel) technology right out of the film, Interstellar. You will of course consider such to be mere science fiction; but, keep in mind, the further away the galaxies are, they do seem to be travelling faster than light, due to the space in which they are in, is expanding.

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This means that time is folding back on its self; for when travelling faster than light, time can move backwards; wherefore, you have Eternal Recurrence, symbolised as as an Ouroboros of a self-enclosed timelike curve.

As for the Near Death Experience, when becoming incorporeal, as information, you may just find that you are forever returning via the uterine tunnel of Eternal Recurrence rebirth, back into your life.

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Such a possibility would indicate that your experiential reality is a Maya Simulation, whose Matrix has been created by your far flung future descendants.

Alas, you forget each time, when reborn. But, your fifth dimensional self remembers, who is haunting your Interstellar dreams as a (informational) ghost.

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