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Truelaw Outlaw Junction Facial Vagina & Other Bewitching Methods
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And
a “woe is me!”, as the rain floods Who'slanders abilities to get
to their local Council polling booth to either play the same-same
utterly corrupt game of voting in the smoothest-talking local
corruption expert, who most suits their absolutely despicable
over-consumptive, brainless materialistic lifestyle, or to voice and
write – in ink – not
fucking erasable pencil – their
choice for the local legends-in-their-own-lunchbox mayor, and fellow
whitefaced dumb-culture councilors.
“SUBVERT!!-SUBVERT!!”
cry
the upclub upemselves spoiled-wealthy joker-gods of idiocy, who've
found the keys to the Sacred Vault and thus control of the heavenly
waters, and ply they do their witchcraft to drown any and all chances
of all and any lower-classes without a modern 4x4 to get to the
polling booth.
“Argh!”
exhales
Merlin, for he sees the Catholics' and the Freemasons' and the
Hebrews' doppelgangers
are
out there dancing on the bladder of Eartha, doing all they and the
remaining hypnotised morons of Christianity and of the white, western
bank of heinously ignorant speculators on other peoples' rights to an
Honest Life can, to reduce the chances for Justice to Reign-Supreme,
as She did prior to the incursion of the whitefaced drones of
darkness, from 1788-on.
And
“LO!” So
too do they from south of the line, make waves in the clouds to
wetten their precious cannabis crops, grown in bulk in the hills of
northern New South Fails, to satiate the Catholic's insatiability for
POWER.
But no, for 'tis their unseen oxymoron! But
more psychoses they refuse, in their mindless states, to turn in
beyond, and face!
For, their endless lust for more power,
typically over others, is but what comes from their failing totally
to have control, or power, over their own minds.
For if they had the power to control their own
minds, they would not need to try to win power in other places, be it
of others' minds, or over the physical realms.
This is what the Jewish and Catholic cults have
reduced us to, purely so we can be their slaves.
Hardly a good way for us, and, as the evidence
clearly tells us, this same mindless zombie state, “the norm”
amongst Christians, has had us over-consume and destroy the
Sacred Earth such that our next generations will only know famine and
war.
Nevertheless,
they persist, and in their mindless fascination bring down not a
shower, not a flood, but enough to drown all dry-minded Intellect and
Wisdom, such that Eartha herself shakes, and shakes, and
quakes, from north to
south poles, from sunrise to sunset, from high to low solstice, from
highest mountain to lowest marine valley, and the seas and lakes and
oceans erupt in violent rage, pouring-forth up and out across the
coasts, across the lands, across the cities and towns and village.
But
at least the Catholic femme
fatales and the
Freemason “masculates”
retain their right to
deny their psychoses, and spell-blinded, blinkered so-as to only see
“FORWARD”,
they march from their last tragedy - “TRAGEDY?
WHAT TRAGEDY!?” - to
the next “mission”, to the next opportunity to hoodwink and
insult whomever stands Innocent, Honorable, and Upright, until they,
browbeaten until buckled and broken, and are as low as the inbred
white demon cultists of fear, delusion and insanity.
“Here,
poor wretch, drink this!
It
will soothe your Soul, drown your sorrows, destroy your vital organs,
and make you disoriented and weak such that WE,
ahum, we,
can march over your Timeless Truest Traditions and Sacred Knowledge,
and then claim you are not even Human Beings, so we, WE, are in
unfact, the first Australians, and as-such call your Sacred Mother
Lands ours –
OURS – OURS!!! HAHAHEHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
But, to our convicts and slaves, we say first
we must rid this land of all signs of the true owners, and reduce
them to think low of themselves, whence we ply them with the grog!
HAHAHEHOHA!
“Oh
they are so proud now?”,
quietly murmurs Merlin.
“And
he who came after I was, but 200 turns of the Sun after, knew well of
their fate, some 2000 turns of the Sun after.”
And now, over 2000 turns of the Sun after, both
he and I stand, in Silent Watch, and weigh their ventures, and their
deficit, and their pride and unseen gravity.
Woeful, though knowing of the play of this
realm, these two True Spirits retire to mirth, and to solemnity, and
to pondering their Duty to come.
Of the days soon ahead when the smirks will be
downsideup on the lowly but proud dazzled faces of those they see
below, when they will bemoan their passed lunacy, of their ignoring
of the depths of their wrongs, and even of luring and enticing and
bribing their young to partake of the same, of the acts of idiots, of
mindless folly, for to satiate their insane lusts.
And with Honor we, and our worldwide forces,
together with the Venturer Warriors from the stars, far-off, will
begin our actions.
As
Angels are said to have no memory, so we too, will act in the
singular Present Moment, holding no reservations, no hesitations, no
doubts, and no mercy against those who failed so miserably to turn,
and reach in to their own Minds, in behind their ego of demon spells,
of mere “faith”, keeping the fools active in pure religious
idiocy, with-which they failed to seek until they found their own
Absolute, whence afterward they knew Right from the
other, Good from the
other, High from the
other, True from the
other, and thereafter
needed no Saviour, no Merlin, no Yeshua, no Krishna, nor tyrant cult
thieves of the Sacred Knowledge.
Whereafter they, who braved the Road Less
Traveled, and left behind their baggage, and adornments, and
securities, and falsities they called “family” and “friends”
and houses and monies, and “entertainment”, walked forward,
naked, and stood in silent stillness, then sat, cross-legged, alone,
for day-after-day-after-month-after-month, and some,
after-year-after-year, and some still, so Dedicated and Knowing of
the folly of the old white, and of the hidden True Path, after
decades, until the Shine returned to their brow, and seeped deep and
throughout their bodies, and Soul, and across the whole of their
Cosmos.
Some, from Work of lives previously lived,
ascended apace, and in but months reached up-and-out beyond the chaos
of the fallen psychopaths of religious, cultural delusion, and
Attained to the Immortal Strengths, so vital to the Work, the Great
Merlin and his Soul Brother, Yeshua, and a Host of others from east,
west, north and south, knew had to be performed.
Quan Ti, Quan Li, Rama, Mohommed, Great Souls
from the Aborigines of all past Cultures, were with them, standing
Giant, Fearless, Noble, yet Humble and Eternally Wise, calm and
Joyful, in knowing of the Work and Fight to come.
And, as the word of their meeting spread below,
fear and loathing came down upon the fools, the game players, the
idiots, the cowardly faithful, the candidates, the lobbyists, and the
shallow braves of cultural ignorance, of the culture of
over-confidence, and they shook as-if being shocked awake, and
suddenly saw sense in retreating demure, trying to appear humble, yet
inside knowing nothing of it's tenor, so showed to those who had
taken the Large Path, the truth, that they are, but clowns, but
shrinking animated gargoyles, full of panic and frantic insane
mentations, lusting out of fear for power.
But, as the western bleached-brains could never
see nor know, they sought power over the world, in fact purely
because they lacked power over their own minds. So, until they found
and secured their own constancy of the silent mind, insanity was all
they would know.
And so the culture was, that which capitalised
on people's insatiability.
And the people saw this, and called it “good!”
They who watched, who had Attained to the realm
of no fear, moaned some, mocked-disgusted some, let out the knowing
“Humpff!” others, as they either sent curses down, or merely
turned back to the Fire of the Centre Hearth, and resumed to eat from
the vegetation and bone, or drink from the earthen cup.
And
down, down, down on the surface of the plastic culture, frantic
whitefaces scurried hither and FORWARD!!???
to the polling booth, to the
market, to the flooded bridge, to the next legally-disguised major
crime they could not help
but commit, and thought
irascible thoughts about no good thing, no productive venture, no
Noble Path or Discipline, and added some to convince their wandering
minds they were doing what they have
to, what they should,
what will get them..., - THEM
– them the demon-lords
of secreted, covert self-interest, higher on the road to the Heaven
of Nowhere.
So,
we await the results of the Who'sland council elections, and hope to
see more of the same, because we are but loathsome, shanky slaves of
the dark soul of material sensation.
Oh!?
and don't forget to ply your lips, deary, with plenty of hot-red
facial-vagina paste, before you go downtown to bewitch the lusting,
mindless males!
That,
gave Merlin, and Yeshua,
cause to chuckle....
“YOU
forgive
them, Lord! Damned if I
will....!”
Yeshua coughed........
And
the police protect them.....?
Addendumming
this loose rabbit, I return to the title, insulting as it is,
"The
Shanky Ho's of Facial Vagina & Other Bewitching Women's Methods".
Insulting
that-is, only to those who are either unable to see what lipstick has
always been about, or who rely apparently desperately, on it on their
face to get what they want, or who flog the pernicious, perverting
crap.
That
the majority of western females have plied their lips with it for
generations, and expect their daughters to adopt the same display of
"clit-face", sometimes from pre-pubescence,
indicates fairly clearly, methinks, that they are rather pathetic and
indeed, evil witches, who have no modesty, no consideration
for the better regard and respect of their gender by males, no shame,
and do not in the least care about living Ethically, or they are
totally stupid, mindless, utterly moronic zombies of the white,
western, Christian marketeers of lust, pride, insatiability, and
"I'll suck your dick for a job" culture.
Indeed,
"headjob" has a whole new meaning!
So...,
sorry to those with less in-yer-face thought-patterns, for
being so in-yer-face, but someone's gotto say these crude rude
and in-yer-face things.
I
had this succinct line about lipstick being the vagina-on-her-face
about a week ago, and watched with hilarity as ABC's female
television hostesses appeared without "lippie" on.
As
to whether the rest of television's females follow suit on the
commercial channels, I'll never know, because I don't as a rule
watch the crap.
But
as the mind is universal, we can all have a laugh when we see women
with or without lipstick on from here forward.
Of
course, if we see them wearing it, we can also take it as a hot
signal I guess, as it's always been, of course.
But
with the dark arts now so well known, males should be wary that
having a woman go down there, leaves us totally vulnerable to being
later aroused, not always in the right place and times.
There's
no doubt, that the same act is used to capture our Soul, and is
capable of having us do pretty heinous things, as the femme fatales'
puppet.
So
take care dudes.
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