TMoP: BAAL!

[Glenn Scheper]

I laid down to sleep after the last post, and was
given a dream about the dancer, and one awakening:

"I was nervous after leaving the gentleman."

"Why don't you give him a try?"

1. From my telling saying her rings are dreadful?

2. Aha, so she is not really with someone.

Awakening, I saw some of the features of her face,
in black only, like a CMYK print black separation.

3. She masturbated to me. She is not with someone.


She is vital to my eschatological and personal plan.

Her tatooes:

An ankh she shew me under her bikini line. This is
the cross I saw in my vision (did I post it here?
Of a black dove stroking alternate wings up her
torso, with a cross in its beak, and I heard, "I
am rowing across to you.) I told her this vision.

She said, "it's not a cross, it's an ankh. It
stands for eternal life."

"Oh, I didn't see the circle." and she showed me
the loop, filled in in red. "And these are two
angels."

"Of course!" Thinking of the two temple cherebim.

"This is the womb, and the birth canal, and the
fallopian tubes."

Fits the dove attached it around her neck with
a black ribbon. That ribbon would be her pussy.
That means she is probably limber enough to be
an autocunnilingtress. Not like Rosh Hashanah
eight years ago, when I solicited one girl, who
refused. The second night a girl solicited me:
"I can do that. Private dances are $100, $200
if I am naked, $300 if you want to masturbate."

"Okay." Thirty pieces of silver, I infer years
later. But she couldn't begin to go there. I'll
have to post that, and how Ezekiel 8 tells all
about the night, which will decode many symbols.

On her right shoulder, a massive blotch of dark
tattoo. "This is temptation. And on this side
is compassion." In a later vision/dream she sat
on my lap sidesaddle, two legs over my two legs,
her compassion up against my chronic sore right
shoulder, and my penis slipped into her, as a
crowd was gathering to the marriage of the Lamb.

A blast of stars percolate up her right calf,
and hearts on her left. Stars ARE penii, and
hearts? Well, You can see they portray buttocks,
hence genitals, even as heart is frequently used
for genitals in decoding scripture, and perhaps
namely female, frequently pierced of an arrow.
"Nuit with her trail of stars" I imagine.

Her relevance:

After much thinking, I have deduced that Babylon
must be cast down, supplanted, by an act of coitus.

See, Babylon is that shrew yet awhile in my house.

Draped in gold when I met her, my brilliance was "Come
home with me, and I will take you out of your chains."

She lived in her motor home, whose engine was a V8
truck engine retrofit by a boy friend.--Sex for work,
as she described it. Engines are an eschatological
feature, as I shew Ez 1 is the 16 valve Honda Civic
engine: It's four phases are the four types of male
fillial succession: Face of a man, Abraham, sucking
in air, Ox, Issac, compression, next Jacob, Lion of
the tribe of Judah, even Israel who got birthright
according to ignition order, not cylinder position,
from Esau, the fourth, flying eagle, exhaust phase.

This V8 is the stone before Zerubbabel, graven with
seven eyes: Seven, because I never properly serviced
it, and it developed an arc trace in the distributor
cap, representing thia autofellator, and the eighth
cylinder, beast that was not and yet is, only limped
along not helping for years. Finally a head cracked.
My ankle was shattered in the Mitsubishi mirage (My
Rage) car accident, but I have crushed Satan's head.

I will do automotive more thoroughly later, but the
change among several vehicle types explains many of
the symbolic counts of universal religious numbers.
These teleologically determined things structure all
sorts of things: Look at CMYK printing (Cyan, Magenta,
Yellow, Black): Cyan, or baby blue, for the man first,
then reddish (or female scarlet) for that red heifer,
which must always be female. Yellow for the Sun of
Israel. Black for exhaust, cast into outer darkness.
Yet Ez shaving his head, burning, dicing, scattering
hair is told to bind a few, like incomplete exhaust
of gasses, and is the world-salvific work, although
reckoned with darkness, numbered with transgressors.

As Paul advised to be found in Abraham's bosom, an
allusion to the seating at feasts, reclining each
on a neighbor's bosom, T-shirts featuring an eagle
on the chest are a statement: I, the third, Israel.

But Babylon begets as if in backwards time: When we
lived in a trailer, I was building a porch, a room,
and had a dream of a black panther with green eyes
that walked up to me on the porch foundation, and
said: If you build it, I will kill you. We figure
envy of the park inhabitants called in the state
inspection, and our 31' trailer could not be in a
30' space, leading to our being sold the house.

I lately dreamt of a table with flimsy shelf, not
held in place, by glue that was not set: This is
the daubed but untempered mortar told in Ezekiel.

When lately Jehovah's witnesses came to the door,
I praised the work, proseletyzing for Jesus Christ,
with the older lady on my right, who became solid,
and younger Claudia ahead of me. Later I AF myself
with a nice meditation of licking and fucking her,
not long, the last event, before the BAAL incident.

I get this recent dream, of a little black cat in
our driveway. My wife abhors (most everything, but)
intrusions, and I once released a stinky feral cat
I had trapped, but not before jacking off upon it.
In the dream, this cat is nice, and walks right up
between my legs. I sit on it backwards, which then
walks backwards, toward my wife's daughter, (whom
I once saw with a black iron cell behind her, and
in it a furious entity trapped) to be begotten.
Hence, the black cat represents a grand-daughter.
The daughter falls back, wounding her head, and I
go looking for salve to put on the injury. In a
further scene, before our front door, the black
cat has lighted white eyes, and there is blood red
on its paws. My wife demands I kill it, pointing
out a butcher knife I now see laying before the
front door. When I declare that I will do it, and
I pick up the knife, the dream ends. All gone!

These three generations of females are (also, as
there are other instatiations of the types, like
in my 18 wheels of death post) the three parts of
Mystery Babylon. The door itself is a fourth part,
and is the womb of nothingness of which I am born.

I may have recounted something amiss, for I do not
read the sense I got, that upon volition to do it,
each bad thing went backwards and caused the end,
even annhilation, of the prior entity. This is how
the "dividing of time" will affect the world, and
all evil will rush backwards to the initial chaos.

Hey, I'm getting around to Cotzee, just giving the
first cut expounding an archetypes metaphor model.

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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