This story is dedicated to Overlord Draconous, I loved to read his many names and titles too, he passed away so recently, this is my gift to him thanking his memory in part of our systems. It is a bit biographical since we were going to meet and get married two years ago and never spoke again, waking old truths. did cry for 4 hours and 5 hours after having a bath in absolute darkness after a Pirate told me.
His soul once again, it seems to feel timeless away from the "What if, when it might, it shall, it could" Maybe was my mind but tears are real and there was only great love in his departure PRESENTLY and the sweet memory of him. What better Gift is it to have lived a spirited life among friends and lovers, a flame is little compared to an ongoing concert he had and ever is. What better Gif death can be when you lived fully.
IS NOT THE LAST TRIP MY LOVE
IS NOT
It has been many faces, I won't lie. Many have known and plenty abroad had vanished to the next environment, maybe you have shown me the splendid sides of your love, the narrows who sustain the borders of my river surface the realms of this earth and it, when you guard the lots of time to play down bellow when your body is away and still in the memory you hold me.
How far did you go in the pretty lie, and you think you will sustain the Goddess of the River Styx? As the wife to the death of yours, I'd wish to say not, I'd wish to believe in hatred and all those pity hands who murdered my lost souls without values to play against human taxation and laws, it was you who sustained them against my free will committing the same crimes. Was I the one who asked for it, when every stab I made a step back, and every other, another when slowly you watched me flow away from where I belong and now, move.
Move on, come on if you can, invent another lie in your next reality, it has the mark of the devil, every imbecile, can believe you. I will have none of your attacks to play your games since when have you thought that I'm a fool, or what you said? That you need a submissive, since when did I need to submit an enquire? You see the river's bath the solid rocks for centuries past two millenniums and there will be only sand to be remembered by them cities I have built-in outer space, long ago before yous tarted the road to sci-fic, It has been build from the soil and ashes you left for my river continued to be valued, more and more in its transactions. Never copied again, well encrypted, never betrayed, nor abused, none of yours will be ever known. Your name might be forgotten, thanks to your lack of Oath to the Styx, not of mine. For all those who have crossed on me, I swear by this river your death depends on it. Puzzled and challenged by the cold unrevealing face of Destin.
Die, die, once along, die with me and remember everything you have taken with you away, every bit of misery and greed onto your own is known for the future, but the spirit. Now, watch with me the entire Universe of this forest, those ultimate branches who hold its trades, trees pulled back inside of mine as yours into the endless starts I've song every day and year listening to ancestors and further on, those are my stories, the ones I heard before placing judgment, this is my song for you beloved, take it as its goes, the pages of mine start blank and end blank.
No one can fight death, no one can betray death, it's your desire, its mine to honor it, I'm dying every day, awaken alive to cry on the living, a million masks I've played as piano sounds to particular events, not just for the mere of entertainment but to bring everyone till the last soul to heaven. In the gates will be holding the door at last, die with joy, free these tears to convert your voice, is there an impulse you left, did you believe in me? You did, you did believe a bit in me. Then retrieved from a maddened woman.
When I got married in my last marriage I ran away that day with my white dress in real life, in the Canada goose were bicycles go and runers, it was a train rail. I was ashamed to take the bus and go crying, it is the same cry. It was 1 Nov as this picture in the fall. The day of the saints, I still love my husband and love my psychiatrist and lawyer and love to also marry one of my managers and a roleplayer and Dracunous is here with all the existence of his soul loving nonstop.
And when tears had spoken for what is not, and you say yes, for what I have seen is and still you continue holding in it, how far will you go, do you think that I don't know that for you is the beginning, soon you will vanish, there is not much you can sustain, as alive you will march as the butterfly who exists for its childish love affair, for the very impulse of it. There is nothing more than I wish than your death, for your death has come and your death is me, and you can understand me now, now you can feel as sensitive as I'm, that naked soul of ours who is boundless to perceive anything that is spoken through its intimate relation. How far away you feel your ugliness and comparisons, your fears, it's in this very place where I've loved you while you held your breath and now extinguishing with short last breaths as if it was yesterday today, getting ready for the River Styx. How far, how far would you take me, to love me when never you could not, yes this is the everlasting realm, and on earth, only to be remembered? Everyone asked me for it, for fame to be renown, distinguished forever. Am I not the one who immortalizes with miraculous waters. Little everyone has known and resented me, to hate me, to conspire against me. Why did you think I have not fought for you, I don't need your fame or money, how far away do you think am I? I have more power than you could ever imagine, I whisper to presidents and Kings, princess too, outcast rumors to domesticate masses, to side death or life, clear to the frontline, to never stand in the middle of a war, you poor little bastard why did you get out from home without me? I now have to take you away.
Come with me, come to the threshold. You wished a wife in me when you were alive, and now? how many do you think will follow you for that. My heart is hurting, shattered, echoed in blossom behind continents some thought to come from the Abyss, Ignorants indeed, my river brushed the entire cosmos, it vibrates through the darkness of my mother Nyx at every Universe and transited with every soul and destine. I don't think as you do, when you are with me, you can think in this way, your psyche and soul are connected. Much of yours has split. Cut. Divided. As species after species, guess what, is that biological part of evolution and still you persist in helping me, in guiding me. How far would you wish to go, when is your body I want. The material.
Do you think to have the elasticity to move through matter as well I do? To enter through people's minds as I do? The problem is that I'm not judgemental. I'm watching as a witness and I'm not interested in looking bellow towards your short thinking. You want sex, desire to be ultimately love, then your spirit will part away far from this world where you want to be with me. You have no idea of everything I'm and still know, you never knew me that well, but rather judge me, insult me, pushed me away. My No, is the No you gave.
Now I can dance nude, now you can watch me celebrating your death within an everlasting rage for your departure, you feel eternity but tomorrow you will truly be gone away. What? You want us to make a church in your name, a monument, so we bring our prayers, so we resonate to Overlord as a Saint an Angel? I want to walk this earth with my colors, as I used to be before roleplaying when I danced and celebrated with my family and friends as Olympians would. Now my Olympian sons to Zeus and Hera, Kratos, Nike, Zelus, Vita, and Eos Titan of the Dawn.
It feels to return stronger with you, I can pass many lifetimes sin the future, all those whom see hatred in me is because they have touched the limits, but I'm infinite love and rage, divine rage who escorts you, protects you as a mask, as a veil, as a powerful eye whom has identification to no one and nothing at all. My entity contains a new era and program, its frequency is faster than the light, its speed knows before the reality applies as the mathematic of the evil. We are nothing much than an experiment, losers from the last generation opening new horizons.
The Empire is little when you take flight and pass through my heart, that company and presence I'm bringing, is nothing but the next adventure and your profits to be born again, how would you like to be reborn. Ask me, ask him, ask her and the one next. May God have its will, may it will as I shall follow, my eyes are in everyone, the less I am from the past, the further it can be addressed now, it's only in this continuity, set for hours and days, it could have been a few seconds, the worst negativities rotten as it came out to the light.
And remember, none of you count to me. I might count to you if you step forward to the realities.
"You sound like the wanna be voice wanna Zeus, screaming as a repressed Zealous female!!!" Shouted at the Gates of Olympus after one of the Godly Guest from Egypt assaulted me from the other side before the entrance. "Come and Face me, name me. I'm not afraid of the Oaths broad on my name!!!" Said too aloud pointing with my finger to the cat. Charon was getting angrier than aroused, yet unusually it's not his cord really but when he hates, he does hate parties and open air, specially when he could be picking his charon coins right now.
The entrance of the place is quite airy and well ventilated, not as condense and tighten as in Hades, well, Tartarus and it's near lands, hum.... what do I see in here, "Yes, Hermes? Hera said? Yes, yes I will behave above, not as bellow" As my best buddies heard of him, the two water Nymphs from the marshal of Memory and Forgetfulness followed his feather steps onto the Kings. "The Hit if the ferry male for being not welcome at first was outrageous, oh. Never have I time to educate him, since the Great Red Dragon brakes all the Chariots and possible vessels before the staircase to Heaven at the base of the river's Purgatory, this way up to the Mount shall treated him with serious economy.
"My Tax man. New regulations from your currency, hum expectable but wait, this holiday is going to get costly, just watch the arrows from the clock, hum. They are not Apollos nor Eros" The Egyptian God of Death, the headed Dog stood observing transportations, but not being able to set him free as Cerberus he maintained the Guardian for higher security. "This is not as the relationship with your parents Charon, without the tendency or threats that we bring from Hell the urbane managers would have stop all the traffic, including us. But the wordily game is escalating, watch the Gods from around The Trilateral Commission. The U.K, U.S. economy, military, oil, energy, union leaders, presidents of Foundations and Media Lobbies... newspaper journalist, Hollywood and now Netflix. Chairman's of different companies. I will tell you the news whom are hiding from World Government. Sovereignty in general"
My sons work in this realm, my family and me as internationalist knew the knots and empty spaces, emphasised in seen them soon again, when Charon soothed but he is going to fight me for eternity in the face of the light I know his darkness pretty well, this might be our last trip as a couple away from Hades.
What can I tell you, that we walked down a level to take it easy, that this ain't sh*tty wiry, that he is perhaps too stressed about it. "The Pandemonium would be easy riding your boat as your forever routine, I know, just let it go, will you?" Walked down the camino of twirling stairs, lowering a level of the volume as for example tried to follow his steps so he would notice I'm not controlling the happenings in this place need his intensity to seal the deal.
"We are being promoted lets not drive this to the Supreme court of the God of Justice Zeus, before he speaks out or shall we go to work and miss the holiday?" Its an spacious environment, sunshine and shade, the noisy and the eager of minimalist, the arrogant and pivot centre spot from vain.
We avoided Aphrodite's show of prepotence lurking and fluttering, what else? Gasp. For empty spaces we shall soon find as we walked entertained by the lesser guest and cups through the hallways, might later praise the Goddess creativity and help to sustain art, publicly humiliating Psyche, bah! thought talkative to myself as a cockatoo, was not going to push the machine of Charon ride, the avatar of societies sickness travelling their mortal spirits and upper world Gods, hum delusions, the most ambitious idea of the many characters would be meeting them. It felt as a mutual thought of self tormentors about to vomit.
Held his arm, robust and formidable, could die right now infamous by his side, could care less. But a bed, were is a death bed... as we walked admiring the many open spaces for their choices as ours to transcend the past,...
...specially for me to leave as an eternal escapist from my own river and his drive, simply relax. "What are we doing?" He is sweating from the sunlight, transpiring more than transcending, bah! Chin up. Even thought he helps to free a word "For the upper world you said?" Forgot all about it, if I could not dramatise the memory of it again, but the flair of how unconvincing and boring this month of trumping and march will be, without possessing sexually or mysteriously, agh! "Gods are too open minded in Olympus, do you think they really mind, Charon? Tax me a little, deduct me a thing, I'm lost without negative and suspicious receptors."
Went quietly down, paused, he does not succumb for despair or paralysis, speculates with the firm's money, the partnership, how many years and those behind the curtains. Could do any adaptation to simply have him going down, a little lower breathing at least. "Fresh waters, yes my love actually the Styx is also in Heaven, cascading"
Recognised that was playing as a stranger or a mere guest,
let him analyse the situation as if non of me exists without him.
As much as literarily speaking any God could, straight forwards
or twisted the information will be released. For my good, a guilt.
Modesty apart Hell had a kind of flair in the air, at the edge of each flame you find a true pinkish tone, if you really look of course, because at first sight you get so distracted with every movement and I'm so old that somehow every layer from each veil gets me kind of for those who are getting into Greek Mythology you have to understand that we have Greek Sex, is not a cult really, "Hum delicious tastes as lemon juice onto an oyster" Scraping with my teeth the shell grin to the dark Nymph as her eyes alight with a kind of humour parts changing instantly the level of her tray onto another guest. Charon whom was not used of getting out of his boat after the promotion started to look so young with baby cheeks as if for the first time he is the passenger "Yeah, baby boy, this are the stations, but Hell mingles his fire with no one, only with its own people" He knew that, Frankly, I'm relieved that he does. Take another large sip of ambrosia's nectar, breath with the last sip drooping out my lips down between my breast, blush by the thought of control freaky going mad. So here we are reunited again, in the halls of my private where not even Lucifer gets to sin, he became a saint call boy. I won't stop, if newly sinners call 666, I'm fine with it, nothing much exiting. Id like to watch woman screaming taking advantage of his d*ck one after the other, but Charon, he is kind of a slave Virgin, a Greedy workaholic God, builded with the illusion of stoping but he never did try a single hell he trips. The ceremony is about to start. Crossed my legs near his and curving my body about to whisper in his ear, felt that drop coming down my breast and nipple refreshing the horizons who vent towards him. "I hope you like it"
"Yes, baby boy he is the High Priest, is not a pimp, sometimes is a woman a High Priestess, we all kind of switch, swopAhhh the new comers love to think is the same one, they wouldn't understand" Started to sense his attention as the lady was taken nude near towards the wall, vulnerable, given. "You've hurt someone before Charon?" She walks not knowing the fine line between pleasure and pain, the receiver never has experience the hitch its as a present, a master's gift, given only as much it can take, no more. Such is power. You never give more. That is number one rule for sadomasochism, the doer also feels the pain, is just very introverted about to it. An intuitive set of controls, measure without loosing one another's connection, it tantalises between the distance preparing the victim, letting her or him perceive there will be pain... Nothing that you can't handle, it all comes down to trust. Exhibiting yourself as pure as shamelessly grotesque can turn rather exquisite. "There are only ladies tonight, a big male will come latter when they are super wet, normally there is no penetration but I've choreographed a divine rage for tonight" The bitches in the house act as if dirty acts never happened, constantly in the test if anyone could run away or slow down from excitement, too much distance ain't giving the edge of the slash and too much violence gets boring. It takes by surprise. He smiled. The Fury entered in the arena walking like a coach of lions in the circus, empty handed and pretty slowly carrying nothing but her silhouette opposed by the rays of light, they naturally blend in Hades naked all the time, anyways holding not much of a mystery, Oh, and don't they love to curse and scream, asked them to contain it all inside. The Fury come down with golden waves of long hairs who dancingly by each step reach to kiss her refined lips, their nipples crossover one another tenderly rounding in a slow pump, while she fingers her and hooks her in moving her towards her own pelvis. Knees, zip zaping to the contour of their legs on a constant duel. Spontaneously, not thinking watches the details of her submissive threshold, not exploding yet, amalgamating her moistly p**sy and spongy arse with the other hand, as her tongue slides way down with a large lick upwards, walks off. The pending empty p**sy is suffering more than the cold walls where she hangs from, is some how alarming and sad at the same time, a kind of desires rushes all over you too, just for more, no more if is not all.
"Yes, Charon. I like to take my time, do you trust me?" Pain can be so pleasurable, specially when you don't like your self, you can be toyed around and pushed as if you are insignificant and then pulled back as if you are attractive and important, wanted. Both play an important role, back and fore, is a matter of impulse. Important details, and I like my Dark Nymph to do it better. Yes... normally I walk with a short leash, correcting their movements, the pose, the stops, normally I tend to push them down harder so they open their legs wider, is not an easy task. I hate when they compare themselves, treat them well when they adjust with precision to the rehearsal. No dysfunctional acts, the environment is classic and secure as the jails of hell, fantasies do not escape.
With some V.I.P. very important people from Olympus, Tartarus opens its gates and I won't name their names. The rest of the stuff is the ownership thing, on terms of obeying if you are in the right frame of mind, if you understand where my river comes from, it has always been quite submissive when it comes to Charon, he takes all the coins for himself, greedier than the very devil. Still, my legs hurts from the very memory of when he made me eat his c*ck pass my bell, till half my thought and he could care less if I was aside the river, kneeling on rocks, he would keep pushing on and on for his own pleasure, slowly not really finishing, but I know he has not done this before, he has earn to visit each hell that expands from the flood of the river. He helps me get that mind set, gazing the line of his d*ck head between the palms of my prayers, but now he gazes at the show.
This obviously obsession, the Goddess slowly stops removing her mask, it means anything goes, passionately the rest of the audience mesmerises as they can't take their eyes away from her. "She is not going to be touched, but her Godly husband will f*** her tonight like crazy!" He really, really wanted this, that note he made for me, the Goddess of Rage call to my attention. Charon's penetrating stare holding the view by the distance as a toddler watching ice cream, he subtly nods as the Dark Nymph who enters with a Jar pouring stygian waters on the Goddess, ecstasies and venom, both washing away under transcendence, her p**sy radiates a certain chemistry in the air meeting the perfume of the gathering, "Would you like more ambrosia" The other Dark Nymph requests filling our cups, ohm, humm, I do love to watch... it drives me crazy. Charon knows what drives me and he is now been taken by uncertainty, doing nothing at all. Intrigued, kind of holding his d*ck.
Could barely hear the spirit of the public shouting. What we got now, some one please f*** that bitch against the wall "Self Control" Her voice is rich entering with a solid walk. Its well builded to various scenarios as the victim begging for her to not stop, I think I heard threats that was unexpected. "Not really, not if you don't want to." She gave her a hard limit, dragging the back of her hair down and rounding a slap in her arse, right on the middle lower set, cupping her on a dry and then hits her again letting go gently in the playroom. One of the ropes is too tied up, how tightly showing her hand to slow down in them as if she cares to free her hard given limits. "I hope you like d*ck" She said mildly, I vehemently wished to move on so walk to the pole and started to push my self on and off, rubbing my pelvis to an extension of my legs trying to asses mentally what concessions I could cain if Charon gives me a little more of cash. He is so f***ing greedy, nothing a big show to get him on a lose. Could bite that lip of him right now, but my hips round the Iron material as if finely have him between my p**sy arse, it has giving me a great deal to think about him, up and down, all the time turning my mods onto a fluid glory, kind of tight but I'm sure I can face that vessels of him, when he gets out pull him next to him, so my arse shows its wonders with a shimmy on a level of coolness and desire at the same time. He is kind of arouse by the whole thing and as I say my sexual appetite is too strong, any Goddess would f*** you in two if you don't f*** her well, preparing a field is a potent weapon, used against the very predator to be eaten. Is how I like to murmur quietly, the ecstasies is assured.
Feeling the pull down in my belly, it some how the energy starts to fill not to a level of madness, it builds up slowly, more acquainted clenching in the pole, immediately he understands as his mouth drops an invisible saliva that it's all of him, touché, conceded all for him. The Gods who like to expose their wife, too, even I've figured this out earlier but not before composing, he is so good at sex that he deserves a healthy sexual diet. God damn Charon, so sexy. Not every day you get to seat in your vessel and watch The Kingdom of Hell at it's own mercy. I waned to give it all for you, and I hate it that Evil having it when you broad all the Gold. He knew, the river will work with the condition of having you and well he lost his deal after centuries thinking he'd take my ferry man away from the Styx.
The very three Furies in Hades are the very Three Faiths in Olympus spooning the caldron of destiny. So you have a variety of leashes, the hard ones are short, and the long ones softer, mainly the work is between the handle and the tip, you and not the other but the propulsion to make it meet. Not too hard, never too hard, your spirit tastes the atmosphere around you, swallow it before spiting, sense the flavour to snap on it, its a sort of visual fantasy before it comes to reality, the very idea of touching her legs before slashing in a hit. The violent bit spanks harder between passive acts, and then when warm, non stop. The man enters because who want's a dildo when you can have the whole body pushing it in. The girls hold the one against the wall, caressing her lower cheeks as he pronounces himself to the docile creature, incapable of moving, taking it in wholly with a final satisfaction that perhaps hurts if he leaves her alone, she want's more but he is giving it. Maybe she has a trauma and screams for the agony of not having him, while having him. Poor little thing, how torturous, her eyes flipping in white from an irradiating pleasure as the Furies dry the sides of her p**sy opening more her legs.
Breathed at last. Charon looks quizzically at me, yehh, so many wars, so much fun "Are you ready to ride me towards Zeus? Humm... with your gling, gling" All I could think if is of his shinny d*ck, he was free to f*** around anyways when eternity hits the bottom, the waters in the lowest pit peal you out from whatever you are dressing or masking, as acidic it gets you fit in your bones and flesh by a miracle whom exhorts from the foundation of your soul to see there is no tomorrow. "Why wait? Baby boy, a deal is a deal. One for me and I'll give you..."
He knew I was ready, I'm now more ready than a cucumber chopped in a salad ready to be eaten. Being a vegan is terrible, the muscles in your mouth chew the green but you have to be cooking for hours to get the appetite of a production. It's not fair waiting for Charon, murmured, after he'd seen me changed my clothing atop one of his vehicles, in the living hell you use what you best own, eyebrows calmed down, eyelashes blinking, you use sex as a weapon and end up looking directly at him to have him in Olympus. "Come on that Zeus is outraged, it has storm rushing in an apocalyptical clash of titans, compelling the Gods to clear the zone for his ruling to do so, but he needs to see how much you got, without you Hades is not going to be able to make it in the upper world." He knew my p**sy was crying as my neck tighten my voice asking for it in short words, play this God at his own game, and my rage is his as the deal moves on. He gets it, the show is quite entertaining but he is sooOOooo Greedy that he comes with more.
My hitting blood rushing while I pose, he is so sexy when he carries his thing along his legs, I need some boundaries on this trip, so broad my favourite friends my two Dark Nymphs the mother of the Muses, marshal of memory Mnemosyne and Lethe, river of First Breath Oblivion whose waters normally mingle.
After an intense conversation in the ride "When are we going to get there, Charon?" The Dark Nymphs asked, we where horny as sh*t, this meeting will only end one way if we stay for longer, I mean working in the upper world as if I don't exist to avoid myself from enraging the craving bodies of humanity is already exhausting, only in Hades I can be myself, my mind is rebelling for a world that is more spiritual, the distance to think we creatures of the Underworld are cream apart will remain forever. Charon presses his eyes, he holds out his hand in the handle of the car silently, could listen to his blood pumping, the pulse, between repressed and accelerated, I think he might burn the engines when he pulls the gears to 5 and the accelerator to the max. We all kind of back holding our lower legs, palming up towards an upper belt in the car to assure position, he peeks faster through a complete different kind of orbit, above the earth, passing the clouds onto the mount, it all happens very quickly as he drives around in a laps of seconds and we slide banging to the right side of the back seat "Charon!!! Aghh..." He looks through the rearview, driving mirror and chuckles a bit giving a last turn which pulls us more together kind of facing the window, "Oh we've landed, oh f*** is so bright in here" Said politely as we fit our hairs back getting out of the car. We follow him, for some reason we walk behind him, well we wan't Zeus to see how his brother Hades and his wife are not involve on this deal, since is a Mafia, well, an inside job, a contribution to the one who resembles a respect to the powerful and almighty before his brother. "King of the Gods the prophecy has arrived." Hermes announced gesturing a hand in welcoming manner.
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!!!
A new writer will be drafting the story of the Ferry Man, Charon. God of Greed and collector of taxes from the golden coins souls must pay to travel from life to death, also from realm to realm.
I have been insulted by the lack of imagination and studies on the Greek Underworld, who comes from the Egyptian and all that avasts from the spiritual world, such as a character screaming out loud "I'm not a vessel" Of course, people who don't have self substance in their real life and only consume to role play, people who do not care of their vessel and real life, who don't collaborate with the world around them, not only family and workers around, but our locality and further more beyond the horizons of our parking slot could never belong to the science behind the top meaning of role play.
You come here to be a pop star and need fame with fake domains, then build your stories who have no soul. You love others to be loved, then do it, is fine with me. I'm not here to feed on babies.
In respect to all characters, creatures and self forms behind writers, welcome all sorts of post, but it will be only One Queen to Hades in Story Line and no one can change the virtual reality that has been build but the very person who acts on this role. Such is for any character.
Lucifer, the Light Bringer has its own SL a great writer but has no studies on what thousands of years and people have devoted to bring a message, its truth that Myth such as stories have many diffent angles towards the same point and all those are valid. But when we touch the seriousness of developing a character who might be modern or futuristic as well, we still need to hold on into a basic fact of credibility. The value of building a reality is how important as the freedom to create.
If you want to do whatever you wan't and have fake likes, continue. I'm not interested in anyone of this kind, never will and will never be. If you wan't to bring hatefulness to the River Styx, call on my name, play directly whatever you hate is fine to be, but be real. Mediocrity painted with fancy words is boring to me till the pit of hell. Is not believable it lacks substance of feeling a given reality.
Stories to me are magic who play an important role in the composition of thinker across a parallel realm were great minds meet, is not just writing a sh*tty story who might be read by sh*tty minds who think as fast as you create this superficial stories to fill the void to be known. You can truly move matter and transform, you can inspire entities and masses including your own self in RL.
This for, before I ask the person to play Charon, anyone is welcome to ask me in the private. Will explain the relation from Styx to Charon what one has the other has not, and how they need each other to make the souls work, they are not against their kings but they do have a mission of their own bringing up this vision among the living for humanity to evolve faster. Because their son is not around thanks to a person who has stalking and harassing might come on terms to continue the story for RIO, the upper World new Generation of Styx among the living, a mixture of Styx and Charon in one. He is evil in the sense of not caring about peoples deaths if they must die they will on other peoples hand, he is not a straight killer, RIO knows how to flow among the heavens and the hells as his mother, and is a driver of his own as his Father Charon through very important spots in the world. High figures of legal and illegal controversies within the laws of human kind to help generate new clauses. Black mail, crime, confrontation, discrimination, judgement, desires and a very hight sense of extasy around him will empower him to transit with open doors anywhere RIO want's.
His mother and father, Styx and Charon support him, but Hades and Persephone Kings of the Underworld have their own thoughts and fears since this entity left this realm without their permit ion and will among other problems who justify their needs.
With this being said, appreciate talent and most of all, spirit coming down to matter. In the next decade I will supervise things are going well so the community grows faster and saver with the giving power of Olympus.
Our inner vessel is very important, is a must to understand how we carry ourselves into the world, among realms and how we treat the travellers whom we host. If we can't to bring honour for those who can for ourself, carry us till we learn, to honour friendships and workers, professionals and illusory characters as well most important to re-value where are we going with all this. Is this a slow suicidal trip against reality and all its realities to really exist? You role play to avoid real life, you lost the values towards real life and come here to do what ever you wan't without considering the importance of your play. Then there is no vessel, no arcane figure, no arch, no messenger, no real doer. The vessel is not a container of rubbish or a thing, without Charon I don't think Hades could exist, not even the meaning of a river Styx or its Kings.
Onto all of you, may your positive dreams come to reality and your fears become awareness.
"What are you doing to me?" Its somehow weird to be under the sedation and threat of punishment for the ride of Charon into Tartarus hell rolled the economics of your pocket unwillingly, the more you payed him for the rider the faster he moved hooking down into the muddy floor with his high pole through the river, the currency whom's smokes destroyed the pleasant gardens near the river of fire, constantly. It seem as as the sun devouring the heavens no-stop, let me make this one up for you nor cast my view into futurity this bright burning whom ships the angry deep into chaos assaults anyone brooding as judges won't exist passing the plain, the chairman of the sessions was far passed too long, but there are reports who have uttered the Damn dubious realms forecasting a straight path into hell.
"We are moving a private Hell" He murmured deeply in serendipity, he might also have been a creator, the more he pushed his ship the more artistic he became with his stick. "Are we going to experience a new revelation" At the gates the furies agitated their sinners dashing them into shivers devouring a sleeping humanity prospect of trial and imprisonment? "What is this? Please!" Held my chest with despair and exhalation, he demanded entrance towards the Ministers of Hell. "Charon? We are going to get burned, hello?" Psychical horror escaping from the arrows of darkness the last memory If one could recall for whom triumphs over temper with a demolishing after sense and still he carries on, "Are you ever gonna have it completed?"
He parked his boat, the ferryman stepped out stamping his feet slowly, his body might at first give a phantasmagorical flow but his power of relativity is quite substantial in movement,, with a sketchy engraving eye look your never forget, it pushed you backwards with reverence to let him pass without questioning, to whomever dared to see underneath his hoody hanging to the sides of his skull with old broken stitches to a dirty cloak near to putrefaction the falling edges fume out with falling ashes every time he moves, pointing repeatedly into nothingness.
The very Hades for all the coins he collect altogether grants him power as his receptive left hand for the passages stimulate the ecosystem and no doubt including the demons pay reverence to him, the furies protect him with guardian eyes more than the angels indeed for their duties they protect for this souls to return every cycle to the purgatory. Not many are. Hell is spiritually adjoined to the corrupt pests to pay a periodical visit, also me.
"I beg your remarks? You got me by surprise, me a sinner?" Pulled up my skirts to stabilise a feet behind as he held my hand, nod with disappointment and politeness pressing my lips tight to not shout it all out, a vagrant rage stuck's in like a washing machine spinning wildly.
I'm a little tired to be describing the hells, this time it seems as a market place, "Tantalazius!!!" Waved my hand to the God with assisting manner to his field, he is so vulnerable when it comes to giving it, how generous of his, but if he gave it fully, hum... what a tradesman, how well conducted perhaps an emulation of a near death to have him wholly but what a sinner doesn't fall into this Godly seducer, the market is packed with sinners! This characters unravel and display themselves without the chastening of his genius to brake through, learn his powerful lesson. "Please... I could do it all over again" Walking pass an intellectual vision ventured as one of the souls shouted in the platform, this marble catapult, a podium castigated himself not giving it to the God, and shouting repeated while slashing its back in the nude, females and males, madden carelessly or too caring with blank eyes, suffering by compulsions. "I'm me! I'm me I wont give it, is me!" Oh my dear, there is a line of souls waiting to step up for their turn to endure resistance at the beginning they looked kind of sexy with the whip, but as the blood drips and the piercing slashes transported them into an ultimate ecstasies of fever to the self, it seem quite grotesque and pleasurable of a masochist to continue the hits. Huuhhhh, "Pater Dominus forgive my thoughts" The sweat ultimately obvious to the viewer. "What can we do? I can go up in the pedestal if you wan't but what I never stop? Would you wait for me to come?" Closed my eyes for the picture no matter the centuries charges the service of Hell to other sinners who like to watch and laugh for their turn, specially for those who God Mode.
The constant battle for supremacy is not a field of battle but of auto assassination as you enter deeper in the rings, "Excuse my enthusiasm, even in my enjoyed youth or rather affinity for madness find it always extraordinary, the private Hell?" Nine hundred steps to walk onto the hall of shame for the financial demands of the grandiosely corrupted, door shutters and walls or Iron Hades who are impenetrable for any soul to escape or ever be heard in Myth.
The spiritual intensity reawakened anyones artistic vision as a primal force, a path towards towards the Palladium, the first sight of that tomb which I came to abhor. "You broad me to Pallas, my ex husband" Paused confessing "The benefactor to my hatred" Employed soft tints of dark tears coming straight up from the acids of my stomach into the corner of my eyes, demons danced around ever happily to see my solemn bitterness that which I guarded with a private pride for what woman has no honour of her marriage, who does not hold the pain as a result of an art who made you belong till raw hatefulness you regard the last broken bits with treasure. Asserted unnecessarily for what will it help? "There is no need to bring me here, that respect can't never be changed, he was the Iron Dildo in my hand, what I called mine! The God of Craft who could transformed into anyone to manipulate any pussies and arseholes, the pumping machine who made this river flow, he became a temple then a Phallic Tower, now a Palladium" Experience an occult imagination whose privacy is mine and only mine. "Why have you broad me here CHARON?" My eyes darted with venom in the air, instantly he should return before I convert into the artisan of rage, my black wings almost in the form of a canopy, enraged to such sizes that it would precisely shadow the tombs from its distance, there is no fear but fury, feathers blowed away by a hot breeze glimmering a fever who reflects glimpses of light from the sweat of this river nymph. "I will always love you, even if you can't get out of the pit of Hell in this Palladium, my hatred is powerful enough to inspire a sexual perversion for what you are missing, so be it!" Wings agitated casting off a period of influence whom has no judgement really, but hate, hate it self a binding Oath. "Hate me Pallas, hate me as much you wish! Empower me by Hatred" I could wait a cycle of eternity alone to learn how to show miracle waters without the past aversions. Turned my self twirling with both hands above my breast. Wings soften in the air coming back for human imagination "I'm no Goddess of Hatefulness all alone! I'm every woman who converts from p**sy to cunt! With or without you the waters of creation are holly to move on." Well he knew the water nymphs that have sent him, the warrior woman and the what not in the form of woman. Recognised how dry one can be to ever trust so much craft. Entitled in the sculpture Saint Francis and Jesus prophet in the bath to restructure the church, but that church are this waters and holly spirit. Before the Palladium could not deny the God of War Craft is to return one day. Today peace reigns in abundance as lost particles on the night gathering, assembling to the experience of positive thinking and why not if this war is to be a war of colour.
"Take me home to rest, please." Requested to the eternal drive and the lineaments of the spirit who gathers constantly here and there upside down and all around in the collective being, the ferryman is the only one who has the power to drive this river, to form me. "Take me to Rio please, our son has changed his name" He is sweeter than an alternative drug and a gentleman to all species, he carries the waters of hell and heaven in one to all those who run the luxury in meeting him, he is not Evil but exquisite with generous touch converting poetry with humour, his upper waters are most of a vapour, a moisture who palpitates in the air, "He deserves sponsorship from the highest cast, not from Hades, but Zeus for the new vessel of thinking he has to offer"
It was one of this days were the girls get ready, not average girl of course, when the woman close their doors and key down their self portray to reap the mask away from their p**sy. They massage their skins with perfumed intoxication dancing before the mirror halfway naked to keep the hit for the coming. "Yes, yes I'm Styx Sedna Mortificare of Hell and I get my demons, dark nymphs and any living woman who adores to have a never stoping orgasm to suck the d*ck of Hell around fires, no, no, not in the purgatory, please." With an almost visual transcription they pulled their panties up their waist, letting the thin thong part their hungry arses, entrails to their checks to hung smilingly for adventure. "I will give you the script to brake through, babes, I know how much you wish to scream it on the air!" My voice, penetrating with a final last breath, or the enraging hells. The travellers feared the stops wondering were their souls would stop as the dark nymph prepared their trip to be found in the upper world, the upper world of the Divine.
On the bank of a ditch, slightly the pussies slit their fingers parting their lips away from the discriminatory wet, engulfed by the profundity of having him again so deep and classic sliding in as the gentles fires of horrors to scream more, indeed, a little more, sharing him on not, if they shared him they would never stop, but they all got tired of waiting being pleased one by one. Directly in front of the river, tighten their heels to the dreamfull desires of their legs pray up on heaven upwards to be pulled off to be found by the flesh apart so as to display their innards, head down, zip it up, to be head down, beyond the confines of his horizons hitting on their walls, there was no more theatrical backdrop than having the everlasting climax of his striding figure whose severe head as thick as the gates of hell pronounced his pass, clasped to enter as he pleased. Episode after episode, the only sin is to stop him. Slide your leg as an artist, turn that facial expression with disgust for more, let your long hairs grasp the floor, brunets and blonds, invite them all to your dance of hell. Zip tight the performance if you want to control his d*ck in your front door.
On the other shore, at the boarders of the living where such actions of most physical sense, the ladies made the practical goodness waiting till boredom, till death reaped them apart wondering what was that who immediately re-opened their legs for such manner of carved relief, now waiting as if it would give nothing to give, nothing new, the same limited mortal cause of death to the imaginary by fear, shame and basic.
No steps given further to test the waters of the river Styx, but hey this waters are not mine, every living lost soul submerge willingly with a permanent last breath, split in two, diving in with a sense of drowning to never belong to any hell or heaven, denial after denial, curling down again in the circles of eternity to simply flow again, to gasp again for a little last breath, that sense of living on the edge between life's trance and the deadly nothingness of the damned souls marching past every known land in the netherworld. Without ambition for how hanged you are by the flow of the river as in procession to catch the next death.
Meanwhile we watched those who claimed in seeing us, as if we hunted houses and building as if we remained there, perhaps the last memory we left back retained to the stage of those who knew us, we did walk in the upper world too entering reflections of an embodiment. Crocked our heads by the sword of Saint Michel bowed transfiguring into the path of the living... not for them to become eternal, that happens on each's own, but to give a damn hint for the rest of the living to get more soul. And still they held to their possessions as if it was of so much value to control and not let go.
Charon, Charon he was a brave man with a lover in each port, mmm, my ferry man, wind my hair back around and gently pull my leg across the other, forced to look up at him as he gazes at me. I gasp how can affect the waving river so much. "If there are no waves you can't go faster? Mmm...." I want to bite him get that sense of his bone, get distracted with his skull finding my pelvis seating on his boat as a stunning painting of the sea, obedient to his request. Waves, he likes the emotional waves.
"You shall not worry if they stop liking you because such waves make you crash, at least you got the wicked pleasure of the effects to make your travel all the way down there"
You want him, you look around to all the slender woman in the universe, you want to shout, you want to push him and take him back, moan carefully to not scare him, tug the corners of his skin as if he really does exist, murmur against his mouth, let your blood rip in flames. "No Charon! Never Stop! Don't give it away!! AGhhh... Charon, how dare you!" Smack his jaw, holding his neck against my lower lip. And I put my hand on his lower head, he pulls me up and into his arms so I take a length of his punisher. "You wan't more! For how long can you sustain it if you really want it!" Squeezing tightly my thighs seat back on his boat, coaxing my p**sy to suck him to a long extend with some others. "Not now Charon, please!"
Tonight he was discussing hard limitations, runs his fingers around my neck because he needs a hardcore to get him going "Oh, Styx you dressed too tight, it will take too much to undo your dress, you don't wan't sex tonight?" I wasn't desperate. "You are freaking hot Charon I assume to have you hypnotised with the corners of my mouth to keep riding" Bounded my feet, we had to pick up a bunch of fatal fems in the way. "I'm going to do you, chill out, will yah?"
Seeing him on his knees in front of me, pushing his staff on the deepths of the waters to pull the boat, requested to ferry man in a sudden pointing my finger up towards the horizon "Stop, stop there there is a woman sinking her feet wholly in the river, lets pick her up, she is ready Charon, Charon, please stop, I want to have to fun"
I could feel his mental erection while got gripping his upper arms and splendid torso and strong wide shoulder, unruly, he groans, he eases the boat sliding out the staff away from the river into the shore arriving slower and slower, the lady gets in the boat shamelessly, she is not dead at all, she had glimpses of the afterworld in secretive portals and wished a sexual transportation to carry her wet elements forever. He languidly pushes the shores back with his stick, how surprisingly strong... muscular he is, my hips sit tranquil giving room, welcoming her to the ferryman's ride.
Releasing the journey drops of Horney fluids travel down my waist and down behind. We stopped in heaven, his hand flexes over the backside, he is demanding, can feel every time his anger is about to erupt, it never does in the abyss but before arriving to heaven, the Elussyian Fields. Face to Face my body stands, grasping each side of the bridges who contained me to continue. Step out of his vessel, he is never prepared to enter the Paradiso a number of sketchily spirits blessed us, communicated latter onto him this levels for everyone who has unchained during their earthily lives. The Heavenly Paradise divided is between ten concentric spheres, in which the blessed duel with the deeds they gave in their recent past. The Heavenly Love contains a spiral stairway were my river cascades down. Charon must always wait down, he will come when ever he is please to let go of his boat and past, just as anyone. It's true that this eternity is giving to a communal state to those such as me who river it all with generous justice. Anything he wants he can have, but how easily this river is misunderstood. "My word is Gold, God I contemplate your command"
When you think anything can push you down, when you think the pain in the past drops you to never try again, and you haul within your soul and shout gently to never step back in the ordinary world, down in hell were the ruminates walk in four legs, and you fear everything that was taken, then you must go again till you understand is all momentarily. A few of us, return to Hell as if it was Heaven without guilt or remorse, when you are a giver there is no fear but a solid preparation, the FerryMan always takes you, and I feel each side of the shore as he moves ahead.
"Of course everyone want's to be special, Charon, as if the orgasm is unique as no other." My horns grew as he went across the legions, too hot, too cold, sweat falling down, trailing kisses to the lines of the woman who entered into eternity, its almost painful to love him so much, and he runs his tongue along his genius lip, completely. "Each ride is so special, were you taking us?"
"You fit my hand perfectly" Said to one of the fems in the ship, her toes so sexy, another laughingly mirrored her heels and runs her thumbnails up the instep of the new comer. We woman never stop an orgasms when is sooOOo "gooOOood, hum, ahhh, ahhh Charon, come on AggggammmmmgggmmmooOOOoonnnnmmmm hum hug.... oh, Ohmm, continue please, never stop, no, no don't end! PleasSsseee, hummmm, oh OH oh ooOOOOHHhh! Prrrr" Feet in the air screaming in extasis, as others pulled down for him touching eachother.Some times he took a little brake let the ride take off without his guidance, it got so humid inside he had to dry us all.
Charon, Charon between my ankles, quickly jerk in my p**sy, I am squirming with need for you in the other side waiting for your d*ck, other voices enjoying the multiple bliss, bracken their panties for more, some couldn't wait, over the thin lacy material of satin, slip their fingers to rub it while arching their arse to one another, kissing each other in murmurs want, wanting to kneel, so some did, other posed as Greek statues around him upraising our nipples to his altar ready to meet so he could admire their feminine narcism, they like to be watch, beautiful bodies like to be watch, could care less how others seem to be, really as long as the show goes on with the hardest top hit. I like to watch too, lean down to the side so they echo inside the caves of the Underworld till the confines of the last floor of the phallic tower, elevating. What a sweet sensation, violent to see in a zoom in the penetration going gleamy, hitting her blank ayes ready to gasp again in a last breath.
When you make love in this ways, when you make it with hatred as well, all eyes become one.
Redundant or not the movement is taking no eyes off mine, lying on this ridding bed, standing look at the golden ladder who reunites in the last pit of hell as well give my binding Oath. "Your flat world will end down my feet, I swear by God."
The spiral waves keept non still, they had to move, they had to shout out the freedom who hit their cell, to be reopened. Dwon the four rings before meeting Lucifer we passed the last 4 rings of hell known as the "Betrayal of Trust" Me a Binding Oath to the Gods and Motals and the Furies dedicated our flight to take.
1- The betrayal of their won relatives
2- The betrayal of political allies
3- Betrayals of Guest
4- Betrayals of the son of God and the Caesar (The hand who gives you always)
At this in the 34th canto of the 9th ring, transporting the transgressors, throw them down to the last pit, where Lucifer morns. Stood firmly holding my hands on each side of my pelvis with sentiment of infernos.
"The comedy of Patria is not a religion or philosophy but a state of mind!" Shouted as each one hit the floor with their faces. "Nor a passion or the indole of an author who has pass, the presented who has tempt the vice will progress by their experience into the new world were all others are involved!"
Marked the fore of their heads with a burning seal between their eyebrows on the third eye, they could see past and present moving in their present action from now on, they could also see all others who surrounded God and Lucifer, who served the heavens and hells too, they understood sins and desires for recognition not as gifts, without forgiveness the couldn't move more. More than cool, frozen in an open space beyond desires could see the whole humanity at large in their own skin. For the first time wondered if this given power was to be satisfied or to be given.
"Let it be, at its pass, you will know when is time to move on" Said to each as the waves down my head, would bring them down home were they belong, but waited for this circle of eternity to end.
Patted the table were they placed the Quija, I could still feel the material world and navigate as a portal from the underworld. Marvelling at the presents involved around Lucifer who is clearly in a separate pictorial field over lapping with others his tributes, only a few can recognised how he appears in his inverted figure. I'm the river between life and death, so, I figured out that if they want to speak with the souls who dive in my river. Those who couldn't make it to any hell or heaven, I might enquire the practises of the spirit.
The Ruler of Hell had all those seating with pride around him, ready to look within the spirits whom by murder, being reaped away from their skin felt homeless with perpetual pain. Looming on the shores of this path, can you intuitively imagine my lost souls without wings trying to breath again between their last memory partly dead, surfing between both realms in my river.
Because I was not pretty aware of whom could distinguish the dead, what they call paranormal, perhaps Marie Jane couldn't see the chains of the Giant Briaereus or the Giant Nirmrod crouching on the back ground, or why would they. The Devil doesn't travel alone, unless you,.... yuUuuu wish to heal them and advance elevating the energy with the respond of the spirits. Or belong to Satan. From this point, everything was boring before the storm, applaudable for the living and quite exiting and adorable. To me, Unbearable.
Unless you like to look and ascend with the travellers to the next terrace, (spiritual level) with questions who reach in, or you think alter forces won't bring you down? No one could see but feel, showing our teeth by the commodity of presuming we know it all, at least fill our space with that sense of fulfilled eternity. But if you like the rush of the adrenaline itching through your veins, call your names a little more there is nothing more unknowing than seeing your faces with closed eyes, then maybe, maybe, maybe the uncertainty of the no-mind call for the Ghost to come further.
And the sun is of no profit to the blind, so Heaven's light denies
its bounty to the shades in the place of which I speak.
The emptiness and desolation corrals the spaces adequately with protocoled conversations, based on interests, attractions, I'm destine and provoked by envious desires, but it's not me, I know is not me I'm an empty space of everyones water. What is the trigger to make your spine shake, shoot off the spooky.
Candy Girls in the outside so overly protected in the inside. Would they have the mark or so to narrate this story have the practice of testing the waters of the river Styx. Let the waves wild, like spines curving serpentine to all its angles, disproportionally. Control. In mimetic fashion, my cloak blends with the pale colour of the rocky floor giving a field. And the lost souls with no one to mourn their lost for the horrors killed everyone around without leaving a truck being to be pulled or remembered.
The penitent souls at least have a place to go in Purgatory and a place to be. With closed eyes, sealed by looking out all the time, glued by melted iron, unpenetrable eyes to the soul. It's true that you can't free the souls from Hell, so to speak. At least those who have penitence have somewhere to go, and the lost souls of the river... the watery emotional transmission, with the sun set over the reddish horizon everything seems grey. I can feel your facial expressions, could taste taste your bones and transpire from your nerve system when you open a portal, the rush in your blood is slower than a scorpion hiding under a rock, at start. It binds to the deserted areas of the dead, will they bother my spirits? Do you really want to purge the thirst from their passions and take them away from my malicious joy. The pointed arrow of the Quija moved rapidly by itself.
Blessed are the pure of heart.
As the flames of the candles grew higher and the doors slam by following creaking steps. Since their passage around the 5th Terrance of Purgatory is away from hell, blessed them before what will follow. Plug with sufficient courage to face the blind souls who can't distinguish the dead from the living. The existential from the non-existential, the novelist from history.
Ask them systematically in a uniformed manner.
What are the questions whom unite spirits to move on.
accomplished
