I don’t know what the force of evil has been up to since the beginning of time; but I am BEGGING you ALL
Begging the world and his mate
Literally begging you to go against every sense you have, ONLY IF every sense you have knows me as bad.
IF you think and/or know I’m good, then go with your senses
Go with or against history
Go with or against the fors and againsts
GO with your feelings, they are ze language of the soul Read the rest of this entry
I had a dream that I had lived a thousand previous lives as an absolute shite of a human being, and in every single life I was as hideous as hideous gets
Then, because some highly evolved angels knew I was the opposite of my actions, they bought me to life one more time as a strange being
No IQ, not one brain cell to speak of, no heart, let alone a heart the size of a rugby ball, the same soul ‘cos that’s the only thing ‘they’ couldn’t and wouldn’t change, my steady as a rock gigantic ego, some magic mirrors, and enough guilt to battle with the levels owned by a catholic priest, who preached all day and spent all night shagging every girl in sight.
And then the whole world pulled my strings, like a puppet, or perhaps a muppet.
Monday to Sunday, I was injected with scripts, unknowingly acting out every moment, every scene, with nothing but my soul to give me awareness of myself
By the time I got mid way through life, people started saying…She has finally lost it. Totally fooking bonkers, what a nightmare she turns out to be, every damn time ay? Read the rest of this entry
Once upon a time people weren’t so disillusioned with life, and they believed in the soul as a fluffy section of each human being
They couldn’t see it, but they believed in it anyway, and some said, the human journey of each soul kept repeating and repeating its journey on earth as a human being, until each lad and lassy reached their purpose, that being, to create the ideal of it’s souls dreams, it’s souls job…
Then the soul became the sole, and people started stomping on the hearts of others and popping their clogs in their own ways, through sickness and disease and war and battles for power…
These wars existed in home, street, and country alike
So some clever clever people realised that the heart was leading the soul on a perverted journey, and everyone was sad and in pain Read the rest of this entry