DIScernMENT.

     That's right. Removing some things, allowing other things.

Publish This.

Oh my Locomotive..you turn me on. you get me going. you fuck me up, and you make me sane again. How many times must I tell you I love you, before it subsides?




Oh my Locomotive. . . what you do to me.  What do I do with you? My Early Morning Mafia Man.




Well said Ro Zo .  Tripled. Eathe world. Mhm.

It's like making love to a Serpent. Can you give it to her? I'm so huuuungry all the time. Never has this hunger been staved. It always holds and holds onto me, without any prompting from my part, either! Baby this huuuunger is sooo strong. Feed me. Your love feeds me. There is nothing better than your love to stave that hunger off. Might as well, stick to you.

Time To Relax

Research Into Nazi Vril Society.

Admiral Byrd & The Existence of Hollow Earth, To Do With Ibez, Colonel Fawcett's Great Objective.

Maria Orsitsch

The Aldebaran Mystery

Vril, The Power of the Coming Race

The Black Sun and the Vril Society

Thule Gesellschaft and the Vril Society

Thule Gesellschaft and the Vril Society - Black Sun

Banned Occult Secrets of the Vril Society

Ancient Antarctica Was As Warm As Today's California

Aerospace Engineer Veteran Blows Whistle On UFOs

The Vril Society

Black Sun, Aryan Cults, Esoteric Nazism, And The Politics Of Identity, by Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke (PDF)

A Mysterious Spectre

31:00 of this beautiful video up top....... Check this out. hmhmhm....


"Our Present."

A New Way Of Communicating!

     This is really interesting. Last night just before I went to bed, I was sitting reading when an image appeared before me about two feet from me, suspended in mid air, and just a quick show of it. It was a triangle without a bottom. So, it was like an arrow pointing upward. And it was whitish blue grey, so it reminded me of that essence that the psychics use to materialize at their seances in the 1920s, consisting of that type of material. Then in a very short while, almost immediately after that, I saw a straight line, very straight, north to south, and it was off to the left of where that other symbol had shown itself. It consisted of the same fabric, but it seemed a bit shinier, just a touch more, and very straight. I don't know how to describe how straight it looked.

And then, this morning, before I got up from bed, as I lay there, I saw the exact same thing in my mind! But both together. It was alive. I could see it moving. It had life to it. So I wondered what that could have been, because I just saw a similar thing last night.

Then, today, I'm reading this man Alex P's blog where he's talking about telepathic development. And he has many links to other sites from what he's talking about. So I go on those sites, check it out...see if I need to bookmark it to read later, because I would like to finish the entire post that he wrote. And then one link took me to a new site which oh my goodness! those signs I had seen yesterday and this morning, are in there! and they're explained! When I saw that, I wondered if maybe the dot had shown up too, but I wasn't aware of its presence because I didn't know what I was looking at to begin with!

Ok, this is the man's blog that I was reading: Alex P... Telepathy

And this is the link to the site where I saw that symbol described: Ideogram For Tai Chi & The True Hidden Meaning Of The Characters.


Fascinating!

I wish I knew some Chinese people, because then I could ask them what that sign meant. Since the sign I saw had a straight line going up and down, not left and right. The arrow showed up first, then the line next. In the vision this morning, they showed up together, one next to the other. I wonder what that means.

Another thing has to be said. I was reading some totally other books the past few days, and this guy Alex P's site I added a long time ago, perhaps a year ago, and haven't been back to read any of his writings. But today, for some reason I was having trouble with my youtube and so went looking for the problem to solve it, when I encountered his works again and became interested so I started reading. The problem fixed by itself, and now I am delving into this material. Very fascinating stuff.

Also, last night, while not being able to sleep very well, I got up for a short while, and heard one of the beings say to me that I am a different person now. And reading that whole page, it says it right at the bottom: "This accomplishment leads to a clear and different way of being."

Oh kay. This is a very fascinating website. Beautiful if you may ask me. But wicked, if you don't know to.

Hahahaa. Here it is!


The Belzian



A good evening...



Anyway, that is stupid. Belz is NOT, what the fuck's his name? uhm, oh yea, that one, enlil. He is not him. Someone must have lied to that person. You certainly aren't close to Belz if that's what you think. Hahahaa. Fuckin hilarious. Oh, and that site, hahahahaa. Someone who wants to hahaha worship Satan. How hilarious. They don't know about that one, let alone Belz. So anyway. I warned you. That site is wicked because it's full of lies.

Hey, Oh Won't You Play....

I just had to say hello. Because it's Saturday. Somewhere anyway.






Oh my gaud the voice is so jewel-like. So beautiful! Listen to the priests in the background. They are not loud. Their echo is what you'd expect from a tape recorder at the back of the church. But in comes magfuckifiscent presence from another world, and oh my gawd, the fucking accoustics on that, is so special. Love it. When that voice comes to a pitch, it is pitch... pitch black ah, so pretty!

Anyway. There's another video we need for compare. Not that anything is ever comparable...nevertheless, fucking have fun hahahaa....






Oh my gosh, yummy voice. That creature when it's entering into her, you could hear the inflections of the difference in the voice, of the breathing....  Check it out!



It's beautiful how loud they are, how they choke on us, but we choke on them too, so there, we're even..... Steven. Hahahaaa.a...



Ah, such beautiful beings!





That icy breath that whispers screams of pain. Yea. That's nice. Ever watch Session 9? Or Basic Instinct? Same thing. Just different scenarios. Who are we to judge a person. We don't take a person .... personally.   We do our career. Rear hahaha little children to be better than the 'normal.'


Ask Wiki pedia. They know everything.

My Personal Diary. Because it's not a Journal.

      Belialith. What a strange name to have. Even as a nickname. But I didn't pick it. In fact, I was always trying to hide my 'other' nature. Nevertheless, it hunts you down. The truth, whatever it is, cannot be hidden...or at least, not forever. My two sisters, my best friends...both read romance novels. If it wasn't for my older sister Molly bugging me to read this and that book that she just loved, I would never have read any romance novels. "We are not lovers, we are not romantics, we are here to serve you." Marilyn Manson lyrics, spells it out perfectly. But I only read the really short ones. And there was one that I liked. The guys name in it was Tamar. But that was it. No more. And then one day my sister read this really thick romance novel called, "Angelique and the Demon" and she told me I remind her of a character in the book, hahaha, she wouldn't tell me which one, but that I remind her of one of them and that I should read the book to find out. I picked it up, looked at how thick it was and threw it back on the bed saying, no thanks. I ended up going to Toronto when I was 20, a month before my 21st birthday. Then my little sister Rosy would write me letters and she wrote a poem that freaked me out because I thought she was an innocent little angel. It was called "The 80 Legions of Belialith" and she told me it was about me. I thought it so scary, like oh my goodness, my cover might be blown. I mean, even though I have nothing to do with demons or legions, and I had never heard of the name Belialith before....I just did know that I was pure black, and I had to hide that at all cost. But the man who I was living with in Toronto said he was born with a veil over his face, which makes him a seer. He was part Scottish Jew--part Haitain, father/mother respectively. And as soon as he saw me walk into his restaurant he stared at me. Then, when I didn't have a place to stay, he offered my his place until I could get myself a place of my own. We ended up becoming lovers for six months. He said to me that I'm a goddess, and it got me frightened, because I wondered how much he really saw. I just brushed it off, tried to hide it all behind a dumb cover. But now my little sister was sending me a poem that she wrote, about me? Oh my goodness. I did feel a bit hunted, but I knew I could hide whatever I wanted to stay hidden. I had to. I had a job to do. After six months, something really strange happened at the place where Gregory McClelland and I lived. Something in the backyard one night was making possessed sounds. Only a tree branch was moving in the tree, but there was nothing there. The next door neighbors were all dressed in long black gowns with a red mark at the neck. They came out trying to calm the thing that was crying so much. I was upset that they were even talking to him, because they didn't know what he was going through, and I sure felt like I did. But that's another story. So after that event, where Gregory for the first time in six months didn't come home all night, I decided to leave the place. Went to Ottawa, and other strange things happened, so I only stayed there one month before I went back to Windsor. That's when my little sister told me she read the book that Molly had read and said the character in there reminded her of me, and that I should read the book. I really did not want to read a romance novel. But now, since I was bugged by Molly and Rosy, and that poem she sent me, well, I had to reconsider and I read the book. It was years later, when I finally took the name as a nickname for my blogging purposes. It was only because such a respected person as Gurdjieff wrote a book called Beelzebub's Tales to His Grandson, that I felt, if I used the name Gurdjieff in there somewhere, it would make sense, since I'm a female, he was a male, so the name Belialith wouldn't be so harsh, seeing there's a story behind it, like Gurdjieff...a moral behind the story. Not just some cruel creepy person who does dull things. 

It is the little things. The little things that make up a large story. And the only way to find the truth, is to look deep at all those little things. Don't look too closely too quickly, otherwise you'll shut the book in your face and go ignorantly around, like your weak ego decides. But look at it every day a little at a time, and you will begin to see the largeness behind it, which becomes easier to handle and deal with after you've grown a bit stronger. Don't be frightened, I tell myself. It's only me. Hahaha. So my sister Rosy, the younger one got breast cancer in her late 30s. Then Molly, my older sister got it too. Rosy passed away in 2012, and six months later, Molly passed away in 2013. Rosy's body was buried on the Autumn Equinox, and Molly's body was buried on the Spring Equinox. You can see how that leaves the Winter and Summer all to me, huh? Hm. Think about the difficulty in seeing those little things presented before your eye? How would you deal with that? Hm. Anyway...

I'll continue this story later. I want to go to sleep now.