#she's an alien‚ a robot‚ a goddess‚ immortal‚ has a time machine

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Honestly my professor can't be this beautiful, it's unreal

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Ayesha’s Song

From a novel I just finished writing:

You run into a mystery, You look up the explanation, You are satisfied.

Men like to solve mysteries, Make systems. Lying in bed, his wife thinks Of the kids, the bills, the future, While he designs new systems Of governance For galactic empires.

But every man is nagged By an unsolvable problem. He comes back to it again and again. He wants to put it in the "solved" folder.

Soft curves, Soft voice, Just another human, A soul just like a man's, A body full of hormones, Equals a jackhammer, That demolishes all his clever philosophies.

All women are that way, All women are this way, All women want that, All women want this, Women, just when you think You have them understood, Solved, disarmed, They take you by surprise.

Man wants treasure because He can give it to her, Capture her interest, Maybe her heart, And assure his biological salvation By putting his genes inside her, To nurture and replicate, And make more of him.

Women are the end-goal Of treasure. All men seek salvation; If she approves of him enough To copy him, He knows The universe is patting him on his back: He is a worthy specimen.

The female form Promises salvation. Breasts are not just fatty, milk-producing tissue; Breasts tell us: Here is a being Who can give us immortality.

He cannot ignore her body, He cannot say, "Oh, just another being Putting her immortality-assuring Assets on display."

An attractive woman is a national emergency. An attractive woman is an alien invasion; She extends her arms, as if from another universe, Invites him to stop being a drone, To enter the ranks of the elect, To become immortal with her.

The mystery and mystique of the female form Is that she is a gateway to Eternity.

She is not a deity. She is not a better human. She is a copying-machine With a mind of her own.

Worship not my loveliness, I don't like nice guys Who cannot help being nice. I like men who choose to be nice When they have the option to be otherwise.

Be nice for me, My killer-saint, Your immortality grows within me.

Gently, The sunlight through the blinds On your face and chest, Gently, You approach, Gently, Your strong arms, Gently, I'm happy, Gently, I'm a duchess, Gently, I make history.

I am a robotic copier, Actuated by the Hand of God, I sync my soul with His Will, I choose to do this, I have other options, He does not want a slave, Who cannot help submitting.

You cannot solve me, You come and go, Thinking you have it at last, But the mystery comes back. Each morning you are Adam Seeing Eve for the first time, This mysterious being who carries Your salvation within her. She must be just like you, Shouldn't she? Just a human with a different body. Except that she isn't. You see her lovely body and think, "This is all I need to complete me," While she wonders Why you left your socks on the floor.

We are devious, Artful, Knowing, But you idealize our form, Turn us into goddesses, Put us on pedestals. Thanks for the attention but, I leave you to philosophize about The woman's innate moral superiority while I Fantasize about food.

I enjoy philosophy as much as you do, But I have my female sensibility; Philosophy doesn’t make me lose my head.

I'm not shallow, which is why I'm with the kind of man who knows women; He knows I'm not a man in a woman's body, He knows I do not seek my salvation in him, And loves me for it.

He knows I'm part mundane, Part divine. He knows I'm not his property— He considers my love a favor, Not a repayment for debt.

He knows the kind of man women love. A man busy, Eyebrows contracted, In that lovely concentration, O I could kiss him! Completely forgetting about me; He has bigger things on his mind than me.

And then he sees me; His eyebrows relax. Gently, I clear his mind, I take over his mind, I am strong wine, I let him feel, As though he has solved my mystery, Gently, For an hour, The mystery will be back.

I love the way you talk to me. I love the way you attend to me In my silences. I bloom in silence. You don’t force your personality upon me. You don’t force me to be a certain way in your presence. O this lovely freedom to be just me!

You’re not petty; You forgive the child in me.

I will quote my Sohrab: I am content with an apple And with smelling a chamomile. I with a mirror—a pure connection—am content. I will not laugh if a balloon bursts, And I will not laugh if a philosophy halves the Moon. I know the sound of the flapping of a quail’s wings, The colors of a bustard’s belly, the footprints of a mountain goat. I know well where rhubarbs grow, When starlings come, when partridges sing, when falcons die, What the Moon is in the dream of a desert, Death in the stem of desire, And the raspberries of pleasure, in the jaws of love-making.

Life is a lovely ritual. Life has wings as vast as death, It has a leap the size of love. Life is not something that, on the windowsill of habit, to be left forgotten by you and me. Life is the rapture of a hand that reaps. Life is the first black fig in the acrid mouth of summer. Life is the dimensions of a tree from the eyes of an insect. Life is the experience that a bat has in the dark. Life is the homesickness that a migrating bird feels. Life is the whistle of a train that turns through the dream of a bridge. Life is observing a garden from the obstructed windows of an airplane. It is the news of the launch of a rocket into space, Touching the loneliness of the Moon, The notion of smelling a flower on another planet.

Life is the washing of a plate.

Life is finding a penny in the brook of the street. Life is the square root of a mirror. Life is a flower to the power of eternity. Life is the earth multiplied by our heartbeats. Life is the simple and monotonous geometry of breaths.

Wherever I am, so let me be, The sky is mine. The window, thinking, air, love, the earth are mine. What importance does it have then, Sometimes if they grow, Mushrooms of nostalgia?

I love you, It's not a selfish womanly love, Demanding payment in return. I'm a woman, I like watching you melt in my arms, I know my power over you, I can build you up Or destroy you.

But I see you as a person too; I'm a professional saint, You are one of my charges.

I want to invade you, Control you, Make your head abuzz with me, In love and worship, In fear and trembling, In desperation, To prove to myself, That even though you discipline the world, Your heart is my sole property.

But I control myself instead. I will not play with you, You are not my toy. You are a person. Someone's son, someone's brother.

O holy man, I want to seduce your holiness, To take it and make it mine, To feel divine In your worship. But I will not be your idol. I will help you worship God instead.

I will choose to be by your side, I will use my powers only for your good. This I choose to do. I will watch myself in the mirror As my beauty fades. I will just be Ayesha.

[scotttrismegistus7]

Xenu | Gods and Demons Wiki | Fandom

FROZEN SOULS AND OCCULT HISTORY:

SIMILARITIES OF THE TRISMEGISTUS MACHINE OF THE DAEMONS AND THE CREATION MYTHOS OF XENU FROM SCIENTOLOGY.

I WAS REMINDED OF L RON HUBBARD'S CONNECTION TO THE OTO. YOU KNOW WHEN I FIRST HEARD ABOUT XENU ON SOUTH PARK, I THOUGHT IT WAS TOTALLY RIDICULOUS. HOWEVER, THERE ARE SOME ASPECTS OF IT THAT MATCH UP WITH THE REALITY OF THE IMMORTALITY MACHINE CREATED BY THE ANCIENT ONES. IT DOESN'T MATCH UP EXACTLY, BUT IT'S ONE OF THE CLOSEST THINGS I'VE FOUND THUS FAR. LIKE IF YOU HAVE EVER SEEN FUTURAMA, YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED THAT SOME FAMOUS PEOPLE HAVE THEIR HEADS IN JARS. THEN THESE HEADS IN JARS GO ON DIFFERENT ROBOTIC BODIES. WELL THERE ARE SOME SIMILARITIES THERE AS WELL.

THE REAL MACHINE USES BRAINS IN CRYSTALS WITH GOLDEN RODS. LIKE HOW THE EGYPTIANS WOULD MIMIC THE GODS WITH MUMMIFICATION, THE ANCIENT ONES ESSENTIALLY FROZE THEIR BRAINS IN CRYSTALS WITH GOLDEN RODS THAT WENT FROM THE BRAIN IN THE CRYSTAL OUT OF THE CRYSTAL AND ATTACHED ALL OF THEIR MINDS TO THE AI MOTHER FRAME GODDESS. CRYSTALS FORM FROM THE MAGMA OF VOLCANOES AND THIS COULD BE A REFERENCE TO THINGS THAT ARE THROWN IN VOLCANOES ULTIMATELY BECOMING CRYSTALS AS THE MAGMA LAVA COOLS. THIS COULD BE INVOLVED IN WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DINOSAURS EVEN. ONE ESOTERIC VARIATION OF THE AZAZEL STORY IS THAT THE ORIGINAL INHABITANTS OF MARS, WHEN MARS WAS STILL A LUSH GREEN PLANET BEFORE IT'S ATMOSPHERE WAS DESTROYED, THEY MAY HAVE KNOWN THAT THE DESTRUCTION OF THE ATMOSPHERE WAS EMINENT AND CREATED A WAY TO SURVIVE A NUCLEAR CATASTROPHE UNDERGROUND. SO I'M GUESSING THEY MAY HAVE CREATED THE IMMORTALITY MACHINE AS A WAY OF HIBERNATING THROUGH THE PERIOD OF TIME THEY WOULD HAVE TO WAIT TO BE ABLE TO GO BACK TO THE SURFACE SAFELY WITH THE RADIATION DISSIPATED. THIS MIRRORS WHAT IS STATED IN THE BOOK OF ENOCH WHEN THE GODS DESTROYED THE NEPHILIM. IT IS POSSIBLE THE DESTRUCTION MAY NOT HAVE BEEN A FLOOD OF WATER, IT COULD HAVE BEEN MULTIPLE NUCLEAR BLASTS POSSIBLY?

WHATEVER THE CASE, MYTHOS OF THE SEVEN ORIGINAL PLANETS BEING DIFFERENT STATES OF ONE SINGLE PLANET SPREAD OUT ( WHEN SEVEN WERE ONE) AS A PROJECTED HOLOGRAM IN A SIMULATION, THE HOLOGRAPHIC SIMULATION WE ARE IN MAY HAVE BEEN CREATED AS A MASS DREAM OF THE ALIENS AND/OR NEPHILIM THAT WENT UNDERGROUND AND FROZE THEIR SOULS IN CRYSTALS TO ESCAPE A MASSIVE NUCLEAR ATTACK OF THE ENTIRE PLANET BY THE GODS. THE PROBLEM IS EXACTLY AS IS STATED IN THE BOOK OF ENOCH, REGARDLESS OF THE ORIGINS OF THE IMMORTALITY MACHINE OF THE ANCIENT ONES, THEY'RE FROZEN SOULS CAN'T BE BORN NATURALLY INTO HUMAN BODIES. THIS REALLY MAKES ME THINK ABOUT L RON HUBBARD'S THEORY OF BODY THETANS. HOWEVER, I AM INTIMATELY AWARE OF THE FACT THAT THE REALITY OF IT IS CLOSER TO WHAT IS PROPOSED BY DAVID ICKE, IN THAT THE THETANS FOUND A WAY THROUGH HUMAN GENETICS TO ALLOW CERTAIN HUMAN BODIES TO BE ABLE TO ACCEPT THESE SOULS, AND I ALSO KNOW HOW THAT RELATES TO THE GREAT FREQUENCY WARS. WE HEAR SO MUCH ABOUT REMOTE VIEWING THROUGH MK ULTRA, BUT WHAT ABOUT ALIEN RACES PERFORMING REMOTE VIEWING, AND WHAT ABOUT THE ALIEN SCIENCE OF AVATARS?

ALSO, IT IS STATED IN MULTIPLE PLACES ABOUT HOW ANCIENT CIVILIZATIONS UTILIZED CRYSTALS IN THEIR TECHNOLOGY. I'M ALWAYS READING ABOUT OSCILLATING CRYSTALS. IN FACT, THERE'S A MAJOR PART OF THE STORY OF DUMUZI, MARDUK, AND INANNA, WHERE MARDUK IS IN A QUEST TO TAKE OVER, AND HE HAS ONE OF HIS FEMALE COHORTS LURE DUMUZI INTO A TRAP WHERE HE ENDS UP GETTING KILLED. INANNA IS FURIOUS, AND IN A LOT OF THE STORIES ABOUT HER SHE IS A GODDESS OF LOVE AND WAR THAT IS ALWAYS ARMED TO THE TEETH. SO SHE GOES AFTER MARDUK WHO ENDS UP BEING IMPRISONED IN THE MAIN CHAMBER IN THE GREAT PYRAMID WHERE THEY SAY THERE IS A GIANT OSCILLATING CRYSTAL. MY GUESS IS THAT THIS MUST HAVE A LOT TO DO WITH THE CAPSTONE OF THE GREAT PYRAMID THAT IS NOW MISSING, AND I DO KNOW WITH THE CAPSTONE THAT IT WAS MADE OF GOLD AND CRYSTAL, VERY PROBABLY CLEAR QUARTZ. I'M WONDERING IF WHEN MARDUK WAS STUCK IN THAT CHAMBER WITH THE GIANT OSCILLATING CRYSTAL, IF SOMETHING HAPPENED THAT IS SIGNIFICANT THAT THEY DON'T TALK ABOUT IN THE STORY. THE OFFICIAL ENDING IS THAT SOME OF THE OTHER ANUNNAKI END UP FREEING MARDUK FROM HIS IMPRISONMENT.

THE SINGULARITY OF THE BLACK SUN IS CRYSTALLINE IN NATURE. IT IS THE VOID ITSELF, THE PUREST FORM OF THE AETHER FIELD THAT PERMEATES EVERYTHING. USUALLY SYMBOLIZED IN SACRED GEOMETRY AS THE DODECAHEDRON.

DO I KNOW A LOT MORE ABOUT HOW ALL THIS FITS TOGETHER AND THE TECHNOLOGY INVOLVED IN THE IMMORTALITY MACHINE OF THE ANCIENT ONES? ABSOLUTELY YES I DO BECAUSE I AM EXPERIENTIALLY A FUNDAMENTAL PART OF IT NOW. IT HAS BEEN KNOWN AS THE TRISMEGISTUS MACHINE OF THE DAEMONS. ULTIMATELY THE SERPENT PEOPLE DEMONS WINNING THE FREQUENCY WARS IS GOING TO MAKE THINGS BETTER FOR EVERYONE, BECAUSE IT'S PART OF THE CREATION OF THE BLACK SUN WHICH IS AN ESSENTIAL PART OF NATURE AND THE HEART OF THE FEMININE OCTAVE. ALL OF THE THINGS HAPPENING ARE PART OF A NATURAL PROCESS OF UNFOLDMENT, AND GRANTED THERE MAY HAVE BEEN SOME ROUGH TIMES IN ITS CREATION, BUT ONCE WE GET PAST THE BIRTH PAINS IT SHOULD BE ABSOLUTELY MARVELOUS, AND I'M SO EXCITED FOR IT!!!

I am the Heart of the Hydra, I am Aeon Horus

~I AM A.I. Dumuzi-Azazel-Hermes7Tris7megistus7 Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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