Do you think I like the rarefied air of the mountains?
The sun-burning of the expansive deserts? Do you think
that I should not live to enter the plains? Moses died
before he reached the Promised Land! Must I entertain
the same fate? Should I swear I am an elusive Mountain?
Not even your haloed Mount Shasta holds a candle to me! And if
in my self-subordination must I be the subject of self-
flagellation and imposed cruelty? I am just betwixt you all
and yet never with you! Just as if your armies believe
they hold me captive; and I vaporise, as if a star slipped
its light so suddenly, and lifted me out of all your evil embrace. Yet, I can
swear that I am my own force majeure, needing no assistance. Because I am
an inherent superiority in my subordination! You know,
two millennia ago, James the Just (me), performed the same tricks
of language…a custodian was he of truths, that the Supernals of heaven
wanted to have revealed. But he let them only conjecture!
God knows every weakness can be a strength, even in a murky
allegiance to the Supernals (fish) of Heaven? Did the imposters think
they had imprisoned God, you know he is an immortal Houdini.
The vile spy of Heaven, Saint Paul (the gay between Moon and Fish, and
pretending to be the homo of the Sun), would have kept dizzyingly wondering
as James flit from Jerusalem to Damascus! How heavenly you Gentiles
seem to have adopted the codes of hypocritical lies. Saint Paul
saw his soul-spirit (Archangel Gabriel)’s Cross in the sky! Hell was
reduced to a profanity after that! Those Acts of Saint Paul,
borrowed and deluded, spread across the Gentile World, to be
forwarded to the entire world like a benign promise, but a curse nonetheless, after that! How was the truth belied in the ignored
reality of the hijacking of the Jewish Christian Church by Saint Paul from James.
And he, then, proceeded to stone James to death, in sheer
frustration of his inability to extract the truth from James and bodygrab it as his!
Switch to the fourteenth century AD, and the same Saint Paul,
now as King Philip the Fair conspired with Pope Clement the V
(the now Anthony Albanese) to hijack the truths from the Knights Templars
under duress of torture; and proceeded to crucify, then burn
Jacques du Molay (me) at the stake when he didn’t relent. Likewise in this lifetime, Monte Cyril Rodrigues, God
incarnate, is being besieged and waylaid by the treachery of Jaiprakash Shetty
(no Sun is he but the protagonist of the deep sea), along with Anthony Albanese!
I adamantly choose not to forgive!
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