Shalom and Greetings
my name is sometimes Persefonie and other times it is Sophia.
I am a specialist scientist with expertise in genetics and genomic manipulation; I was one of those at the forefront of genomic plasticity.
Previously I was a member of the Red Cross Disaster and Response Team, having participated in missions all over the Globe.
Currently I am looking for a solution to the problem of rising global injustice - I wish I could turn into some kind of monster and start picking at the liver and intestines of all those that have brought all the vulnerable, weak and underprivileged to their knees.
I can see all of our efforts, all the struggles of our ancestors, Mothers and Fathers, being ripped apart and commodified for the benefit of the very select few - this is making me sick to the point of distraction, I was programmed to defend the weak, now I have to stand back and watch children being blown up, women being raped and dissected, bombs being dropped on those that are blameless, faultless, those that have no defence.
I have to sit back and watch the fat spray tanned fucken maggot squat the world, with his puppet masters laughing to the bank or whatever offshore scheme they all partake of. I have to open the newspapers and periodicals, all of which belong to some rich MENS privileged boys club, (80% of the worlds media is owned by 6 conglomerates, did you guys know this?) dumb us down with celebrity nonsense and adverts of hair transplants and boob jobs.
Here in the UK we have a monarchy that is into paedophilia, lying and occasionally exterminating those that threaten the antiquated, outdated and basically SICK institution of hereditary elitism. I’ve watched as the streets fill with homeless, Ive seen elderly neighbours die in the cold, food banks unable to deal with the demands of those less fortunate.
I watch as our youth stab and annihilate one another EVERY SINGLE day, and for what? For sony or vevo, or whoever is making the millions whilst they literals drink the blood life of the young, promoting violence and lifestyles that the youth can and will never be able to afford; like some twisted dark daemons with their proboscis deep in the soul of all of us.
Outside my window at this moment is a semi naked old lady walking the road, crazy out of her mind from distress and hunger, people are placing security tags on baby formulas and meat in the supermarkets.
I can go on and on and on…its driving me insane.
I’ve been to Shamans deep in the jungle,I’ve been involved MAPS programmes researching psychedelics, I’ve been in circles with the Elders of Stonehenge, I’ve gone to were Dion erected safety houses and retreats. Ive met warlocks and witches and you name it…I’ve had snuff with the Fathers of long ago, Ive sat with the Crones in Sweat Lodges, to no fuckng avail. No solution!! All just methods to personally distract from the fact that I AM ANGRY and I want to commit murder, an ‘English Murder’ as Alan Moore would have (yes I’ve met him too).
Sigh
So I found my way here, and ‘how?’ you may ask. Basically magic, the last bastion of hope I guess, another way of understanding things, and this too is running thin, I am becoming enraged, I am starting to burn with the anger of ten thousand suns, my heart is turning into obsidian, I want to lose my mind completely and go on a rampage…
I know I am not alone. Already I can see the burn edges of the same insanity within some of you. My question is: What are we going to do?
So…‘Hello’…