It's been 15 years since we opened the new Hell... Charon? What are you doing? You stoped for me? Please carry on, I know I haven't been paying much attention to you lattly, this snobish Goddess only thinks of rage and divine rage, one without the other make no sense to me, but humm.... mmm..... when you turn my river into a psychotrip my ferry, don't you like to be my driver, driver of madness, driver of all my waters and still nothing you know from the realms of Hades big baby boy? Non from Willian Blake or Dante's Path in the Divine Comedy, please get the mortals more energy with the soul the Styx is moving in the upper earth. The mortals are opening their eyes to the soul.
Speaking at the worlds economics for my God of Taxes Charon, what are we going to do with it today? Millionairs are hosting parties in our honour, for the sinners to pay redemtion a shorter cut to champagne making cling, cling. Drafting my hand along the skirts of my dress for the charity reunions, glamour and spiritual nations gather to hear the stories of your many travels as I pose gallant beside you, on record those Iron Chains, heavy as unnavoidable for the human burden of having to share this world with the unevolved, wish them some education pay for them to get cultured please. From the supermarket to get the check to the sofa, please. Google knowlledge. Non have dance as Gods, nor exploid slaves in Orgies to simply agreeing everyone is having a communal exctasis, of course I love to watch, always did, observe them carefully so they move better with the postures, feel the intesity of multi medias, multi chanels.
The Phantom Gods had reunited from all the corners of the Universe counting the elven and nymphs who control the geographical enviromental politics in the Parliment against other's weather. Campaigners hit out the signatories as if mounting a blacklash to for the horses to run wild in gallop for the attenders to pay counts on the new legislations on taxation and climate change.
"I'm The Goddess of Hatred, who is going to take a company public if they are doing the work ahead as they claim. I'm a miraculous river!!!" Shouted for pleasure while we walk though the corridors of power, Charon gave me power to stand still in my body for longer. The audience could feel the flooding Styx, the blody drawning of loosing friends and votes in sacrifice for the enviroment as laughted grantly to their newly last breaths becoming addicted for more violence and hostility sharp sparks of doing a work with an end point.
"It's funny Charon" As we walked past night extended not my hand onto him as he took a little run he left me speaking to myself wich is nothing wrong with me, becouse I'm also a writer and can't stop compossing. "Why do they think I'm the bad guy?" He was on the hunt with one of the souls who attained to move away from his trip, he was very reserved when it came to keeping it all inside his vessel. No one has seen the dark side of his Greed, but me whom still exist after the primal was created. "You are not going to die, hon. Is only a little more loving to extend your heart for his Valentine" Do it my man, take her towards the spiritual freedom, convert her from the agony of wishing to have you. Liquefied racing track to the juices who drop inside my brain, it squizes the grey matter expanding the infrastucture of the river to it all with all the drops. "You have served in the maximum security jail of Hell, and you still wish to burn there, oh well, what will she scream for now, after having two thirds of the board missing for them continued rubish reposts? F*** of and die bitch, get the trash you broad to where you came from."
Ofcourse you have to be druged to think bad and good won't exist, that evil and god aint as they seem, you have to get people to split their brain from their heart, so they create a reality called Illution, so your spirit serves them and you keep being sucked as a cow for others to drink your babies milk, when you can have a party of your own in reality, a lover, partner, husband, many deals and wake the realities of the realm of Hades. But Allas, let them pay as they wish and you Charon guide them to the higher source, my river is still poluted with the souls who don't pay you the values whom Zeus needs for the evolution of human kind, the other Zeus, Hades, the Dark Zeus, the unkown Zeus would wish everyone to have a happy weekend if they can valued. How is it that mortals call it, greatfulness to value over matters.
Love, San Valentines day, all the significant details you take in your heart and soul, psyche too? How do you call that? Love, is it love... yes I love you too, and I love you not and it seems that word is kind of Lov enough for too much chocolatier get gross.
How will it? You pick me up and drive me, even when you drive on your own and could care less of whom are you transporting, becouse you never stop babes, lets face it, give me a brake. I don't know what is all that work you do, so intense, so fanaticly, you continue the marshal and march through it as if there is always a location to stop next and here again on another port and airport, tube station and taxi!!! Where are you going now?
Is funny how the world goes around making a copy of my logos, becouse the reflection of the dimention many belong are bypassing turning the focus forward onto top mannagement possition and is all about power and greed the love I have for you is kind of dramatic and dry so, sorry I let you flow so much. The Goddess Psyche asking to see Eros, that was so long ago, all desires are filled by man and woman. Bring the noblest of the married couples, the ones who have achieve self steem onto planetary goals.
Long time ago the mother of Achilles bathed her baby in this river, her devotion for her son to conquer and fight in what latter came the war of Troyis nothing compared of the problems we run today with so many people on earth. No one is dead from the coronavirus? I've tried for 200Million now in quarenten, but who needs products from China please give me a brake, like if it's the end of the world to make with your own hands something with better quality and less rubbish vs a brilliant gold, shimmer it to me, feel it. Make it real when you open and close the door. If again won't work, do it again. If is not working, becouse you do it again, maybe you are doing it for pleasure. The pleasure of inmortality perhaps has conquer you?
Disillusionment, no one had died mean while let me rest for a beauty sleep, right here, the mansions in nature. Drive me away Charon that I can't have licence for going to fast, stop me to admire the station between your rides.
Anyways, I think I got board here, I'm not very romantic, giving it away is like exploding a balloon till the air is gone, a matter of seconds so take it as it's flappy, rippling in seemingly straight nonsense. You will have to give the coins you collect to me one day, with no one to notice the loosen ends who meet, this river needs to invest in the upper world to prevent the pollution on my beautiful rich waters, my submarine creatures can't take it. You shall be ashame to have let it happen, in first place. Why would you need trash, Charon? What kind of nature could be so greedy to destroy my realm, do you think I will serve you and allow you, give you power to ride for the trashing. You will have to educate those who party on the shore of the river and on board if you like the job you got.
Is the birthday of people who die, when the souls wake up, when the spirit enlightens beyond the psychal, turning page into the new, now with me and you above earth because who wan'ts a fake picture in the front page of a magazine, for everyone the famous have lied for desire for the so called love of being wanted? The Light Brigher is helpless to commute the travellers into a higher destine Charon, Tartarus will keep as Ignorant as white trash witch is the lowest degree of human nature, their sensation fo superiority without even having money for the bus to shop food in the middle of a miserable winter, eating desintegrated goods given from left overs, what animals on earth would chosse such a destine given the choices?
Yes Crossing over hurts, you go to another neighboarhood, sit inside other decorations, shake hands, shout or not, dance and mayne stay still at least you have return home to know what home is in the world of travelling Gods, transformers.
I have no symphathy for black people either blaming on others, have not they known the 1.200 years of torture and discipline, in Europe. Is any white blaming on that, no hon, everyone has to work, whom the f***ing slave do you think to have been, you come from the empty dried fields of Africa say thank you some vissionaries went there to build causes for water to flow. I hate you all blacks and whites, I hate you till last breath, become Universal or walk down on your knees. Who gives a sh*t about your passaport when you don't even know how to pass Visa regulations around the world not even in your own country.
My Valentine, look at me, hate me. Educate your self in as many realities you can, not just sub-realities. Do you really think I came to please the eye of the viewer, you judge my exuberant joy for my looks, reject me, copy me, hate me, go back where you belong and shut the f*** off. Love is multidimentional and never stops, you ignorant mortals, upgrade!!!
