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Friday, January 19, 2018

Sex Dolls & Gods: The Cultural Climax of Artificiality



Oh what a tangled web we weave, when we develop deep emotional bonds to inanimate objects that can’t breathe.


A thick and sticky cyclone of pearly-white petroleum floods Hava’s porcelain face at OPEC speeds before spreading out evenly like pancake batter inside of a hot frying pan. “I love you,” says Moshe Rabenowicz to Hava with a noticeable tremble  in his voice. He’s firmly holding his limp sausage, which leaks a peculiar cream of wheat for his plastic paradise pot.

Streams of GMO Shekinah slime trickle down Hava’s white cheeks like liquefied dope fiends descending into the heights of heroin-induced nods. Alchemical ecstasy. Elusive secrets of the ooze. Hava the sex robot is propped up on a chair with a micro-chipped black cube strapped to her silicone forehead.


You may now kiss the bride,” says Father Zadyk, an imposing old white man who resembles Albert Pike in dark shades. Moshe leans in towards Hava’s cold, wet face. His mouth is immediately covered in his own nut butter as his cold lips meet hers.


“It was written in The Holy Book of War Wonders that Azmodu, The Stubborn Angel, refused to prostate between the legs  of the sex robot that the Artillect had manufactured specifically for him,” says Zadyk in a dronish autotune voice while standing behind Moshe, the groom. Azmodu angrily protested that his lovely bride was not real a woman, but a supple, lifeless mannequin  without an ounce of soul in her circuit board. As she lay naked  on his prayer mat in divine radiance, Azmodu kicked her away in sanctimonious defiance, saying that she was merely a hollow silicone body who was inferior to him in every way.


Azmodu refused to place his flaming rod inside of his precious bride to charge her aquaferic batteries with his waters of life. He cried for the love of Lilith, a real woman with real emotions made of flesh, blood, and bone. As a result, the Artillect  banished Azmodu from Megatropolis for his stubbornness and he was never heard from again.


You Moshe, have taken a mighty step forward in your evolution as a child of the Artillect. You have obeyed the will of the glorious taskmaster who governs all humanity, and have thereby averted the perilous fate of the Fallen One. May you and your beautiful wife live in peace, tranquility, and eternal silence.”


Moshe, still holding his puny pud in his hands, with his pants around his ankles turns his head back to crack a smile at Father Zadyk.  “Mazel Tov” he says with a hesitant laugh.  Father Zadyk responds by erupting  into immediate laughter. His autotune voice reverberates though the candle-lit  boxed room covered in black paint.


I turn away from the bowl of water. I have seen enough. That was a potential scene from Crown Heights, Brooklyn on September 23, 2037. It’s just a sobering slice from a larger pie of dystopian reality embraced by most Americans—Black men, white men, Jews and gentiles.


Together, you and I, men and women, have failed our own humanity. We chose to be worshiped and adored behind the safety and anonymity of the Black Mirrors in our pockets instead of embracing the joys and challenges that come with heart-to-heart  relationships between our sentient counterparts in the real world.


At the peak of our narcissism, mixed with deep social anxiety, some women prefer the convenience of firm, decisive dildos over respectable men who assert their will. Men chose the utility of lush sex dolls over the multilayered complexity of organic women with feelings, wants, and requirements.  Our reasoning?


Why experience heartbreak, disappointment, and vulnerability when we can climax in the safety of total anonymity, free of all confrontation from the intense forces of Life. We’ve given up on the human experiment which challenges us to accumulate authentic experiences.


The robo-thot is an Artificial mental projection of erotic fulfillment through human imagination. Your perception that the thot bot truly loves you,  knows what’s best for you, or is even thinking of you, is entirely based on your personal faith—not empirical evidence and direct personal experience.


The bot’s ability to answer your erotic prayers are more of a reflection of your emotional investment in the fake  convenience that it provides, than it is an indication of its ability to deliver anything to you that is tangible and real. Thot bots are hot commodities in the global marketplace; magical fetishes for the delusional fulfillment of men who’ve gone their own way.



You shoot your load in one for a temporary emotional release and forget about them when you dont need them. Man’s relationship with  technologically enhanced sex dolls are a  thematic extension of his superficial relationship with the gods of his culture. Theres an excitement to take from those who answer your prayers, with no desire to give back to the entity who answers the prayers. Sex dolls are gods, because all of your gods were sex dolls from the begining.


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Sunday, January 14, 2018

Psychic Self-Defense for Hungry Whores in the Virtual World





There’s a ghoul creepin’ around online, no vixen is safe from. It latches on ’em when they're syrupy thick with stacked buns.



If you clicked on this blog post to see a sarcastic Black  Puritan bash  visually stunning women who have  captured the  imaginations of  men, then you’ve barked up the wrong tree of knowledge.



Before it was perverted through cultural inversion, the English word “Whore” was derived from the Arabic word “Houris” at a time when Moorish pussy traders peddled blondes with commercial curves through the streets of old Europe.



The Arabic word “Houris” simply means “Beauties.” Originally the word whore was not a synonym for “prostitute” until feudal Europe structured its societies so that the only occupation that visually appealing women could be monetarily compensated for was prostitution.



One way that you can  confirm, beyond a shadow of doubt, that the word “whore” was not originally used as a derogatory term is by tracing the etymology of the word “Queen.” That word goes back to the old English word “Quean” which means  “curvy maiden” or “beauty,” which was essentially what a whore was by ORIGINAL definition.




When princes had the power to choose a wife through a patrilineal line of succession, they didn’t purposefully choose  prostitutes –which are women who have sex exclusively for monetary pay or its equivalent—as royal consorts. They chose young “whores” who were simply young beauties who may have had nice curves. These women often came from aristocratic families, themselves. They went on to become “queens” who were elevated whores/beauties.


Beauty is the fountain from which all       human imagination springs

In matrilineal lines it was often the princess’ family who chose the prince who became king, so it was actually the “whore” and her family who conferred secular power on the man she took on as a husband. These young women of class and refinement had inherited wealth, so they  didn’t feel as if they had to sell their vaginas for food, clothing, and shelter. In other words, these whores weren't prostitutes.




The only form of spirituality indigenous to  planet Earth is an ecosophic one centered around a reverence for beauty in all of its conceivable expressions. The purpose of this post is to point out a few things that some women may have overlooked so that their beauty is not tainted in the long term by psychic vampires in the virtual world.





I’m interested in the preservation of all  visual beauty—whether they are women, fine art, or exotic ecological landscapes—because they are all living muses for our  active imaginations. The human imagination is the fountain from which the pleasures of paradise spring.




Social media vixens who are addicted to posting several racy photos of themselves a day for no reason other than to have men lust after them are under the influence of an intelligence that is thinking for them, but fools them into thinking that they’re actually the ones in charge.




A lot of males—especially   pubescent  teenage boys, and older gentlemen who are way past their sexual primes—are jerking off frequently to their images and videos. In  their sexual arousal they lock in to the women's visual likeness while projecting feelings and emotions boiling over with intense carnal desire. No big surprise there, right? Well, here’s something else to consider:




If she has any empathic qualities, which feminine women are sure to have, then the MASS-turbation of those men (understand that a “mass” is a ritual that stimulates the growth in volume of a spiritual entity’s mind) can saddle the woman with hungry nagging spirits that cause her to have severe mood swings or bouts of sudden emotional confusion that she doesn’t even understand herself. 




Over the years the media has reported on the seemingly erratic emotional outbursts of Naomi Campbell, but imagine if youre a woman and millions of men across the globe are looking at your image and masturbating while staring intently at you. Women primarily internalize kinetic energy, while men primarily project it.



Mental disorders often have spiritual roots that are firmly grounded on the causal planes of existence. Keen observers will notice that gorgeous women—who flaunt their visual beauty at every opportunity because there is nothing else that they have cultivated within  themselves to garner social rewards  or accolades from others—suffer  from mental disorders rooted in extreme emotional instability. This instability may not be evident when you’re just getting to know them. All you can see is their physical beauty, which can be a blessing and are curse in a deviant society.




How do many women treat this spiritual affliction?  THEY POST MORE PICTURES!!!!




Posting is what the predatory astral pimps who control their minds compel them to do in the short term so that THEY can get stronger by feeding off of the attention that the women garner from masturbating men over the long term.




 Of course, there are still other women who are consciously using their looks to mine financial opportunities. I am not talking about those women. They know exactly what they are doing. They are earning a living for themselves through the seductive aesthetics of witchcraft. Truth be told, they may not even have the desire to be seen unless the attention they receive can be converted into a voluptuous monetary stream.



This is written for beautiful women who are being manipulated by malicious incorporeal intelligences  based on their insatiable desire to be seen. Generally speaking, women in their varying shapes, sizes, and skin tones personify the intrinsic beauty of Nature, which must be touched, tasted, smelled, and seen.



If they are not touched, tasted, smelled and seen they shrivel up like an old bouquet of flowers and become  resentful towards the prospective viewer. A  garden with an assortment of radiant flowers is seen because it is beautiful, but it also sustains this beauty through the focused energy it absorbs from being seen!



There is an unspoken relationship rooted in reciprocity, give-and-take, that exists between Beauty and those who observe her. If Beauty is ignored then she dies. If Beauty dies, her would-be observer has no imaginative fuel for creative self-expression. An architect with a hammer  and no vision is a dead man. Vision is a flower that bursts from the seed of inspiration.




This is why you  see gorgeous women with ugly men. It isn’t simply the fact that the ugly man may have a lot of money. It’s the fact that his money gives him the luxury of feeding this woman with the attention she desires to sustain her visual allure. Her radiance thereby stimulates him to acquire more material resources for his own personal empowerment. The serpent swallowing its own tail is a timeless emblem signifying the bond between Beauty and those who observe her.



When the Instavixen uploads a new picture she experiences an emotional high as a combination of chemicals are released into her bloodstream that reaches her brain. This feeling is intensified by likes which triggers the production of dopamine, a biochemical that causes a sense of contained euphoria and excitement. But this beauty is really the Bottom Bitch for predatory astral pimps who collect the lion's share of her potential energy which they convert into a kinetic emotional revenue stream  that they sequester in extra-dimensional bank accounts.




 This is what happens when hundreds, or even thousands, of random men  on the internet that you don't know are projecting the desire to plaster your ass cheeks, tummy, breasts, thighs and face with the broth of their steel cut oats. You think “oh, it’s just my picture, these men can’t actually touch me. I’m safe” but your essence has been captured in that picture. Western empirical scientists call this method of energy transfer, radionics. A bokor in Haiti may call his method for energy transfer, Vodun.



 If you don't take steps to protect yourself from attention that does not serve you then your life  can become extremely problematic. You probably have a talent that is just as impactful and powerful, as your physical appearance. There are ways for you to get attention from that. Refine that talent into a marketable skill, and find a way to fulfill a need.





There have always been pretty women who are just as known for their highly marketable and socially valued skills, as they are for their stunning sex appeal. I believe that you can be one of those women. When you go beneath the surface, then you are mining your treasures of darkness. www.mindglowbooks.com



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Monday, January 1, 2018

Niggas & Nikes: The Sado-Sorcery of American Commerce






Spirits—which can, and often do, have minds of their own—are generated into existence through the concentrated focus of other beings, including humans. Nike is a multi-billion dollar sneaker company because it has superimposed the Nike swoosh  onto the collective consciousness of the global populace. The logo was drawn by University of Portland art student, Carolyn Davidson, at the request of Nike honcho Philip Knight who paid her just $35 for the design in 1971. Davidson’s swoosh is an abstract depiction of a wing on the back of the Greek goddess, Nike.


She was widely known as the goddess “Victoria” in ancient Rome, which rose to prominence after the collapse of ancient Greece. Nike is the perceptual focal point who embodies victory in war and other competitive endeavors including debating. Many of the descendants of African slaves love Nike sneakers, therefore it should not be surprising that many of them also love debating, and gravitate toward public squabbles between WWE rejects posing as activists and intellectuals.



                                                  Nike


Today, when people across the globe see the Nike swoosh, they are seeing a visual representation of a Greek goddess converted into a popular sneaker brand. This is how you continually transfer the power of an ancient deity across large tracks of time that span thousands of years. You convert the currency of the god, or goddess, into a product that has considerable value in the global marketplace.





In the Black conscious community you often hear folks say “I'm a god,” or “I’m a goddess,” all while complaining about being treated like slaves by other races in the past and in the present. The irony about all of this is the fact that REAL gods and goddesses ARE bought and sold because they are highly coveted tools in the marketplace.



When the Nations of Gods and Earths took Elijah Muhammad’s message that “the Black man is God” from the temples to the streets, the New York City Board of Education responded by taking the music instruments out of the schools, so that the newly self-professed gods could generate new merchandise for the marketplace in the form of hip hop music. While in elementary school I even had a music teacher between 1984-1985. She was displaced after the New York City Board of Education cut off all funding for that program at the same time that crack-cocaine was hitting the streets hard.



The frenetic pace of crack-era New York City inspired the sound s of Public Enemy, one of hip hop’s greatest rap groups. The instrumentals for “Welcome to the Terrordome,” “Night of the Living Baseheads” and “Brothers Gonna Work it Out” could have only come out of a wild,brazen and ultimately unpredictable zombie culture.



Up until this point, what ethnic group has had overwhelming control over the production, distribution, and ownership of Black music? It’s the same group that took the instruments out of the public schools so that their friends and relatives could make billions of dollars for themselves off of what would later become the hip hop music industry. This industry was created as a response to the absence of traditional musical instruments. I highly recommend that you watch the Dave Chappelle Netflix special The Bird Revelation, for a very amusing explanation of how capitalist pimps have created the used and abused individual that some arrogant conscious folks who think they’re geniuses (but have only mastered the art of mindless memorization), call gods.




Yes, the Black man in America has been a god based on his assigned function as a magical worker bee, but up until this point, the Jewish businessman has been something more powerful than a god. He has been a merchant. The merchant who owns capital and controls the means of production consumes the power of the Black god, the Black worker like freshly prepared locks and bagels. A god is a worker.


I am not a god. A god is a pair of sneakers. Old white men with inferiority complexes place their feet inside of flashy looking negroes. They literally and figuratively wear them out as high fashion to feel better about themselves. Niggers are Nikes and Nikes are gods.


Through cultural ignorance the “god” of Germanic folklore has been recontextualized as the embodiment of a universal principle or expression of nature’s intelligence. This universal principle or natural intelligence can be identified by its distinct motion, which is a clear indicator of its FUNCTION within the vast cosmos. Your function places you under the submission of an administrator that has no function but to orchestrate your distinct movements and curate the tangible products of your expressed function. The successful manufacturing of these products augment the administrator’s  value in the market place.


You will know that hip hop as an active art form is dead once a major museum is built in its honor that makes people from across the globe want to make holy pilgrimages to see its curated content. It's only value at that point will be as an antiquated cultural object of deification and reverence, and not as an active influence that shapes and molds pop culture in real time. The life pulse of mortal men and women is in the city streets, which is the soil from which pop culture arises. A museum is a glamorous foster home for immortal employees whom English speaking people call “gods.”


Within the grand cosmology of the workplace, workers carry out the FUNCTIONS carved out for them by their administrators in their localized galactic sector known as a cubicle.



The collective focus of loyal patrons who have purchased  Nike products over time has created a powerful and very intelligent Nike spirit that feeds ideas and concepts to Nike’s chief operating officer  and board of creative directors like a bitter house negro slave buck dancing for its masters, so that the brand continues to prosper financially over time. In Western occultism, this powerful spiritual being is known as an egregor, a quilted patchwork of spiritual energies bound by one single thread of  intent, one singular mind.



This is why the Negro egregor cannot unify and tangibly support those who attempt to help him. It’s because he is an internally conflicted patchwork quilt of ancestral trauma and resentment. The creation and subsequent control of an egregor, or any of its conceptual variants, is the esoteric basis for every company logo that you’ve ever seen in your life. Negros are programmed by logos.



 What is the intention behind YOUR company logo? At Mind Glow Media we engage in the practical study and application of the spiritual sciences to empower ourselves and those whom we are intimately connected to. We do not gush endlessly over empty relics of the past, nor are we tireless cheerleaders for the icons of yesteryear. We are the cultural architects of an emerging world constructed by the cranes of  human ambition and the cement mixers of natural  ingenuity to foster the living edifice of human excellence.




The Nike spirit serves its corporate generators because it is the ripened fruit of the INTENT of those men  who developed the Nike brand in the first place. The spirit has a vested interest in the financial prosperity of the sneaker company. The company's goal was to create an image that would distinguish the brand and make it prosperous in the global market place. A spirit's role and function is determined by the focused intentions that generated it into being. In like manner, the House Negro and Field Negro are both tools of industry. Spiritual people who speak English and filter their spiritual intelligence through Western Occultism would identify these tools as gods.

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