When One can stand in God’s Brightest Starlight, in physical and emotional nudity, on the highest zenith, at full noon, for all to see and for that One to not be ashamed of anything, then You, that One, are a Fellow-Traveler of Mine. The brightest, most intense flame of Lucifer jumped into Our veins at such a young age. We, the Experienced, will not ever be equal to the inferior, just as we always knew, so utterly deep inside, that all of it was disgustingly inferior to us all our lives. We, the Beautiful, will never feel “guilty” again for being beautiful, gifted, charismatic and of God. The sick twisted minds of to-day will tell you that beauty is to be destroyed in the name of equality, lude anarchy, social injustice and on and on.
This Soul, it stares out from this monkey suite at the keys on a computer, in the late a.m. hours of a crisp chilled night, seeing every word in which my God directs His Word from behind these words. Beauty and gracefulness are as Autumn Herself. Beautiful man and woman, Aryan Souls that look defiantly and sadly out those beautiful, impenetrable, divine Aryan eyes. Targeted for being Beautiful. Our Beauty goes so deep, so utterly deep. Like the darkest Night when stabbing the very earth with a knife whilst screaming death threats at the Creator. Crying and screaming like a mad lunatic. Men and women of Renown. They walk in a cafe and all inferiors shut their mouths. For their very presence is something Godly.
Bow before Beauty, ye Jewish Deformities. Ye have repaved the mirrored road of your own deformity and ye will kill yourself by putting a gun in the Demiurges mouth and have the deformed molester pull the trigger with his sick deformed tongue.