dimanche 8 juin 2008

Oz-fest 2008

As my regular readers (all 8 of them!) would most probably know, I have recently become bisexual, and I am more interested at the present moment in exploring the gay side of my Self. For too long I have lived with one hand tied behind my back, and its about time I let loose.

This change manifested itself when the woman I loved, a redhead goddess I had been worshipping for nearly 12 years, decided to brutally tear my heart out without proper justification. There are no words to describe the trauma and sorrow I experienced. My pain eventually began to heal, but as a blonde, very feminine young man entered my life via the internet, I discovered that a new heart had replaced the old one, a purple heart perhaps?

I never expected such a transformation. I now see women as being somewhat alien, their previously unnoticed strangeness and design flaws becoming apparent. Not that men are perfect, far from it, but it is now obvious to me that women are definitely NOT the goddesses I once believed them to be.

And this relates directly to the ever-synchronistic wonderful land of OZ. You see, gay men are known worldwide as "friends of Dorothy", and I imagine this would make me a "Tin Man" of sorts, having lost my heart only to find a new, better, more complete one.

And I should mention that the name of my former beloved redhead goddess was Manon Lizotte, an anagram for "Lament into Oz". Very appropriate, since I literally did lament into Oz.

Looking into the reasons why homosexuality is considered to be an abomination by most people (something that you never question when you are a part of "most people"), I discovered that nowhere in the original Hebrew scriptures is the word "abomination" used to describe us, it was (intentionally) mistranslated. The term originally used was "ritually improper".

You see, it ends up the main reason behind the Judeo-Christian fear and hate of male-on-male contact is due to the ancient notion that women are nothing more than property. It was perfectly acceptable for a man to f*** a woman, because women weren't considered human beings, they were mere slaves, but it was forbidden for a man to f*** another man, because they were supposed to be equals. I find this retarded caveman mentality to be almost hilarious.

Let me now recite the oath of love between biblical lesbian lovers Ruth and Naomi:

"Where you will go, I will go, and where you will stay, I will stay. Your god will be my god, and your people will be my people. Where you will die, I will die, and be buried there."

Beautiful, isn't it?

mardi 3 juin 2008

A Ground-zero-breaking Theory

What if the Twin Towers weren't destroyed? I mean that literally. What if they're still there, intact, but we just can't see them, thanks to a massive illusion created by black magic and black technology combined, like the Monolith Hotel in "The Shadow"?

This idea occured to me while watching "September Clues Part 9" on the Synchro-Mystic Forums. Practically all of the televised images were CGI, nothing live from New York, just rushed digital composites with plenty of glitches and elements out of place.

There's too much contradicting information, too many eyewitness testimonies in opposition. As if there was a cloud of mass confusion on the island that day...

I remember thinking, when I realized years ago that there were NO PLANES involved, that they were probably keeping the real planes hidden somewhere, intact, with all of the passengers safe and sound, probably in a state of suspended animation, so that their False Christ/Anti-Christ may bring them "back to life" as a miracle for the world to believe at some point in the near future.

But that wouldn't be much of a miracle if he didn't bring the Twin Towers back as well. With all 3,000 innocent victims in perfect health, remembering nothing of what happened, as if it were the next moment for them...

Just a thought. ;)