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Greetings Brothers and Sisters,
I have both good news and bad news! While using the toilet an hour ago at around 2210 pm to relieve my laxative, I was reading the above-referenced image about HELL! The good news is HELL is real and awaiting those who do NOT believe in HELL! However, the bad news is that I’m not too sure.
For example, I was placing my eye-drops to treat my glaucoma into my eyeballs and had my eyeglasses off, of course. With my astigmatism, I tried to re-read the photocopy. What I saw were vertically-slit and light-colored, reptilian eyes from Maria’s poorly pixilated photo image. When I put my eyeglasses back on my face, I saw that her poorly pixilated photo image showed ‘normal’ human eyes but not by much. I imagined she was amused.
So in this little exercise, I figured something is quite illusory, especially the intricacies of these detailed dreams of hers. And why only snippets were pulled out of context for publications many years later under MY watch! Huh.
What prompted me to scan this photo copied page and blog about a few pointers that stood out for me were the details. In no particular order, I will do a run/smack down of what caught my attention that needed to be shared to my dear readers/those spooky agents.
The main part that caught my eyeballs was the section ‘I would have died”. In this paragraph, Maria saw ‘caverns and pits of torture’. In an old blog entry, I detailed my dream in which I visited the ‘lower spheres of hell’, a trigger from Madame Mew’s blog that preceded my dream the following night.
Torture One and ‘the loss of God’ stood out. I was thinking about Das Squirrel and how he ‘forgot’ it was Easter and decided to go marathon running instead. I was wonder if Buddhism qualifies as anti-God, since Buddha was a jolly fat guy laughing out loud with a bunch of tick-like children clinging onto him. Huh.
Torture Seven and the ‘hatred of God, vile words, curse and blasphemies’ also stood out. I was thinking about Loca Lolita, the paranoid, bi-polar schizophrenic living next doo to us. The images that came through my minds were the ‘greys’, the grey aliens, a form of demonic manifestation on our realm/in our dimension. These evil entities are VERY hateful. They are known as the devils.
Mom shared how she had goose-flesh during today’s afternoon Benediction of the Golden Sun Disk and how she had promised the Lawd Gawd that she won’t get mad at Loca Lolita and pray for her lost/dead soul. She was riding on the belief that Luz, the sister of Loca Lolita, proclaimed that my own mother was the ‘chosen one’ to save the soul of her sister, Loca Lolita. I have observed that there is quietness but only three times when she opened the garage door to synchronize her activities with mine/ours.
‘Indescribable Sufferings’ and Torture Five of senses being affected reminded me of Madam Mews and one rare photo of her being terribly afflicted. These sensitive souls are capable of absorbing the suffering tortures, for some reason.
Torture Four left me doubtful and wondered if this was intentionally stuck into the diary by the reptilians for whatever agenda, I don’t know. During an earlier discussion with Mutha Fucka a little after 2200pm tonight, I queried her if God was indeed merciful (especially to the dead soul, which is suffering in hell for holding in the angry spirit, living next door to us) and how he could possibly punish ALL those damned souls for eternity. She said it’s up to God. Then she proclaimed her promise and I was actively interconnecting with the damned soul living next door to us in the hopes of awakening it to the script of HOPE.
By the way, my doohickeys are shipped and will arrive soon. I plan on smoking the bitch near our shared wooden fence and offering peace and forgiveness to any Native American Indian spirits that may/might have been affecting the various owners and renters moving in and out of the house next door to us. I’m thinking it may/might me Max the Chow-Chow ghost dog that has been buried in the back yard by Gilbert M, the Ilocano, who used to live there with his parents and two siblings.
That above pointers were the good news. That bad news is that I don’t believe in this illusion. I’m always thinking there is a way out of this illusory torture and have been actively trying to quench the spiritual fire with draughts of water.
Unfortunately and with further deviation while on this topic of fire, the intentional/thoughtful drought in my neighborhood is being controlled due the the VTA/Bart construction. Do NOT doubt me. It’s just easier and faster to complete when there’s no rain. That was and has been my incoming/nagging/old thought, by the way.
So with that said, I’ll leave y’all to ponder on the Divine Mercy and it’s effectiveness in helping those who doubt in the Lawd Gawd, his mercy and anger and the potential for eternal HELL.
With lots of love and lightening,
Evil Kitty
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