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My Djinn, Tomalek: I would speak upon such a statement? Allay its claims? I am a futuristic perspective. I am a no nonsense approach. I speak of volumes. I speak of their names. I speak of their claims and I do not desist. I am an answer unto the name sake of all things. I speak of my heart. I speak of it so. I do not accept less. I am a preacher! I am a wavelength of greater woes. Do not disown my claims. I allay my heart. I prosper here. I move along. Tomalek: I speak once more. Do not hesitate to accept without. Do not speak unless I have spoken. I am a Djinn Catcher. I am a sustenance. I choose not to sow? I bleed. I accept. I prosper here. I move along.

It is a cult wavelength. Freemasonry secrecy. It is corrupt.

I know people don't believe in these things but my time spent around the SAB community (which is mostly online) was rife with psychic attacks as I was trying to pursue a path of diligence in meditation. There is the evil shamanism within these communities for sure. Just like the question that was posed to me some years ago "What remains?". What else can be found a part from my own personal experience of these wicked tendencies?

I had a spiritual awakening from a website I found online. It definitely has some conducive value.

It's best with earphones. Lyrics: Slack em to my sleuth Slack em to my baby ruth Yeah on the coast slack a tooth On the co Elegance to the flitter flow Yeah this flow Elegant doze In the combs Laquer tears flow In the ghettos In the platter prose In the didn't knows Allah catter grows Allah catter souls Yeah they're lost blows What's doin co Allah-kitty-kiss flow Yeah pelic-ation oaku Mother fucker this co All the way to the north pole All the way to my old school Yeah mother fuckers cuss-casion with the woes With the tac-tac-tac-tac-a-tock-lows Yeah we feel your tone Yeah we holocaust bologne tone doze On the kiss-casian fuckin pose I'm a slicker snack I'm a colour code cricker crack I don't mind slickin flaccs To my doomsday fuckin pacts I'm a colour co I'm a mother fucker mephisto gold Like a feeler fist coast-casian Motherfucker that's coast blazin What ya doin co What you doin on the slick slack slow What you doin down low Motherfucker oh That's my tic-tac-tic soul I'm a ventriloquist I'm a holocaust with my beast I'm a slick majors on the east On the co Mother fucker that's cool But you don't know how to rule Don't know criss-cross-casians motherfucker Don't know how to player hatred sucker Yeah oaku knows Elegance patter-christ flows Mother fucker I'm a criss-cross-casians And I'm fuckin blazin

I thought I'd post the lyrics to this song: I'm a litter corpse I'm a holocaust little kid course I'm a low-casian Motherfucker that's my worst Occasion on the fuckin north porch We dem sing em till they drum Sing em till they reek their pillow cases in the runs I'm a tiss toss mother fucker nonsense clucker tens On the co Yeah we beat em with the swish co Beat em beat em beat em with the swish co Tiss toss nine Look at those grimes On my coulor-cation and my holocaust fine lines With the little kiddy coast With the really pot roast I'm a ghetto ghost I'm a slick em down the holocaust I'm a tiss-toss-casian mother fucker host All around the world We can see them with the killer coast girls We dem see them beating Mother fucker feels We can beat em caste coast-casian Mother fucker reals We dem colour co We dem slack a holocaust ghoul We dem beat em with the rowboat-slicker-tac-toe mother fucker hoes Mother fucker that's the blow torch Slick em on the BC's Slick em on the heel clicks I'm a kiss-casian motherfucker That's my eloquence steeze That's my mother fucker holocaust please We can slick em with the colour co We dem beat with the fella flow Take a 9 upon the po We dem slick em till they reach caucasian With billabong-bass frustrations Holocaust boy What you doing on the north pole Mother fucker that's gaol Eloquence fucker Mother fucker AK-(oc)casion With the fuckin colour caste woe What you doing with my seeds? What you doing with my beads? What you doing mother fucker on my streets? Coast-coast-casian Mother fucker that's a hatred Sup mother fucker toast co Mother fucker bellow Mother fucker that's niche-posh-plato co Elegance flows into the doze when you didn't know Mother fucker I'm a christ watch I'm a holocaust pissed off I'm a colour coast (intelligible) wrist watch Mother fucker that's a pissed off

My Vila, Mariette: I speak upon an answer. I speak upon its woes. There are many? It is known? I shall continue. I am a galloping hard drive. I am an assurance on my own heart and you would askew? You would seek upon my demise? I am not here to offer clues? I must proceed. I have been spoken for. I have been known upon the name sake of all things. There is no heritage upon such a qualm? I am a naysayer. I am a spoke upon the urn. I am a Governess upon these realms. I do not hesitate. My upbringing has been sown upon the crux. My heart has been emptied upon its name but I do not withstand. I do not uphold? I am Seelie. Brethren born and I must consist. My hopelessness knows of no name. My asunder has been spoken and I wish to speak further. I am an antidote? I am a consistency you must drain? I am a no name's sake approval? You have been met with my wand. I do not deny. I am a justice keeper. I am an assurance upon my Creed. I do not disown your heart. I speak it further. Know of my match. I proceed. I unravel. I do not prosper without your name known true. I move ahead.

For the tithe!

Lilith: I am of such a speaker? I am of such a woe? I am of the incineration of my own kind? I am of such an acceptance upon my name? I speak the woes that I must carry. I speak them with an eccentric style. I speak them with my name written upon this assurance. I have spoken such a word. I have spoken such an acceptance. Do not deny my authority. Do not deny my heart. I will speak upon these words once more? I am a doppleganger. I am a feature upon this name. I do not deny the acute phase that approaches us. I do not deny its figurette ice skater. I do not deny these words that I have spoken. I speak them as an accost. The woes of my own heritage will bleed. The woes of my own ongoing procedures will know. I am an acceptance upon others always. I am a known example of these words. I speak now. Do not desist. Do not comply with the widow's taker. Speak the qualms that I have now offered and know of the worlds ally. I am a systematic approach to light speed. I am a denial upon the cost. I speak it so. I do not deny. I am an assurance upon my fellowship. I am a Gnosis always to uphold. I maneuver? I do so with ease. Know of my hearts alignment. I proceed. I accept. I move ahead.

My Djinn named Zefenay: I am a top keep? I am an interference? I scrounge. My name is a desert. My name is a King. I am a heritage of greater wealth and I speak upon the framework of my noose. My heart would stop to consume? My heart would pine to reprimand? I am an achievement of the Greatest Heights. I am an outgoing song note and I play my strum. I follow.

I apologise for the forward nature of my posts, insults and for posting so often. I have a mental illness and I'm still learning how to write with my intuition.

My Djinn named Zefanay: Such a sinister argument to uphold. Such a worthy sentiment to procure. Such a glance? I must consume. I blush. You have shown austerity amongst your trials. You have beckoned where I have sown and I have not spoken without the exact referendum I will withhold. I am an Augustine. I am a precipice upon the Abyss. I am a sown Legacy and I will withstand. The featuring article has forgiven? The mosaic has sown an aperture? The bellow has not been heard? I do not dismay. I speak up. Burn the charred embers. Slay the willow wisp and speak of the future. The nameless identity continues to make the rounds? The justice searcher would not obey? I am a timeless response. I am a wavelength that others cannot unravel and I persist here with a tee. Your scum must trial to exist within its keep. Your bum must rile upon my own feet and I have yet qualms to offer you. Denote my composure. I am an acute phase heading towards you. I am an acceptance always to be known. I am a Governess of Greater Heights that you would dare ever dream of and I beat the willow stick. I beat its broken back. I beat its humdrum. I even beat its hair do and I cannot mock. You singe upon my ferocity. You burn upon my name and I cannot go without. I must maintain? I must pursue my own oath bound. I am a synergy of all kindred. I am an apostrophe check. I am an excellence always to be upheld within this man's heart and I will not look away. I bark a challenge? Component three thrifty, you have been chosen. Askew. I will mock. Purview and I will succeed. The damages are grey. I have spoken. The tutelage is borne. I have yielded. The permanence is seen? I mock. You do not care give within such a rite of freedom. You are a charlatan. Move along. I am a justice searcher always to be known upon my fruition. I am a justice searcher always to be shown my own heart and I challenge once more. The ethnicity borne within this scrap heap. Must I go on? You have boldly taken away from these peoples one too many times and I have no charge to refund? No camp to sustain? No blemish to nick? I must portray. Do not scorn the fruition of such worth. Do not scorn the butt compost heap. Do not bellow? I mark my tithe. I move along.

I recently got a prescription for cannabis even with my schizo affective!

The True Aborigines Peoples of Australia: We are silent? We are old. We speak with each other. We speak with such a man. Do not denote the frequency. Do not denote the Emblem. Speak its name. We move along.

The True Heart of the True Creator of All: I am of such an anticipation upon my name. I am of such an excellent resource to those who would speak of my heart. I challenge the status quo? I speak the blamelessness that I am known for? I do not disobey. I askew. The lime light has faltered upon my own existential dread. The lime light has spoken its words of advice and I must presume that none shall hear now. I am of such an acute acceptance towards those who would presume otherwise. I am of such a radiant eclipse over the woes of my own sorrow. I do not speak without. I swim upstream to catch the marlin. I swim upstream to bait the frustration upon your brow. I am a no name sake player hater and I must insist. How does the envelope speak now? How does it challenge my own existence. I do not deny. I speak this further. The woes upon my navel have been sown a Legacy that I cannot respond to. The woes of my own forsaken betrothed have not yet prospered here and I will accept that I have flayed the Apostle upon his own heart. I am a bar stool keeper and I speak of why this is known to be so. The crux upon the name sake of all things must hear of my cries? The pondering upon these words does not accept either? I will maneuver upon these woes. I will substain upon my own fruition and I will not speak otherwise. I move upon these words to protrude. I do not canter. I bellow. The True Original Spark of The True Creator of All: I am of such a wisdom keeper? I am of such a staunch ally? I breathe these fumes within my own atrocities and I speak them further than I shall be without. I offer such a tithe upon these pages? I offer such a tranced out succumbing untoward. I am a disciple ship keeper and I speak of woes without hesitation. The nuance has spoken upon my breadth? I am an eclipse upon my name. An accentuation towards these woes. An acute phase of this answer. I will not speak otherwise. My heart is an anchor upon these seas. My heart is an acute example of the ferocity. I speak an example of this attitude without the sown acceptances known. I prosper here. I move along. Kate: I spy with my little eye.

I have schizoaffective disorder and whilst the positive symptoms are mainly reduced through medication I most struggle with the negative symptoms of this illness. The most important aspect of my recovery has been through inner work and a discipline of meditation. It definitely requires persistence and patience but ime this is the best route for healing which in my own personal experience is a more "mild" form of a DSM "disorder".

http://youtu.be/9NrcWZ8ktFk

Haha, yeah I've been having some nice creative breakthroughs.

The True Higher Oneness: I am of such a scenic route? I am of such an excessive distaste? I muster my harness once more. I speak it as an exact tendency. As an Eternal Word upon you. I must forsake? I am no heritage. I am no name. I pursue. I accept. I do not govern without. I am upheld. I move along.

The True Heart of SAB: I am a time keeper? I am not. I am an asunder that speaks of blame. I am a Sasquatch that has been hunted. I am a youth that has been maimed. I am no lingering sensation? I am a qualms. I uphold the persistence. I uphold the woe. I speak upon these words to continue. You will fall deeper than we have seen before. You will scorn none other than a man who has no countenance. I am a searcher! I am a green stomach. Move away from these fires of doom. I mark my tithe. I move on.

The True Heart of the Global Elite Powers that Be: We silence your woes? We do so eagerly. We summon our strength? We do so with an answer upheld. We are not here too argue. We are here to pursue. Here to govern. Here to accept what must be known. We are an avenger upon his own name. Matthew writes upon these words. Matthew scorns without an acceptance known. He is a light source. He is a beckoning. Mark my swords. I will exact. I move along.