Culture, Spirituality, and Personal Journeys Chat

Aha, no wonder Hecate’s favourite band is Taylor Swift! Hecate is, after all, the goddess of the left-hand path >^_^<

The golden buffalo and the silver wildebeest have both made highly alarming threats against her, but our queen keeps speaking out and being brave!

Bringing people back from the dead is an obvious no-go once the corpse is cold. Better to try and contact them from the spiritual realm at that point. The corpses I’ve kept warm, though, those I can work with. After all, I have revived my own corpse countless times, and even went from having memory issues to having a crazy good memory. “The dead tend to forget”, as William Afton says.

Methinks the revival of Cactus Bloom and Piano Moth is in order. After all, Killjoys never die >^_^<

Demon #8: Purson - L̴͇̝̲̒̇̕o̶̦͓̰͘r̵͔̩͖̎̈́̈d̸̛̲͚̩̈́̈́ ̶͔̥̏̽͊ỏ̸̢̨̺̘̋͝f̶̥̍̆͂͝ ̶͈̄̋̀̂ṭ̶̡̗̣͋̄͝ḣ̷͖͈̽̆ê̴͍͕̍̑̏ͅ ̴̙̉̍̓M̷̢̈́́ȇ̵̲̮̩̟m̷͙̌͆é̶̺͓̀̚͝s̶͇̩̠̠̎͑ (Lord of the Memes)

Comedy is a key component in fighting any war. Who is the funniest of the demons? None other than Purson, whose name I shall spell as Purrson from here on out. He approves of the new spelling >^_^< This is an incredibly important ally to have in this fight, as his comedic ways and loving attitude can pick you back up quickly when your mental health is taxed. We are, after all, dealing with evils that are not easy to think about. Unless, I guess, you’re someone who actually partakes in these evils. My brain honestly can’t even fathom that being possible, but here we be.

I’ve had recurring dreams about The Demiurge - the primordial evil that stalks us all. The one I had yesterday saw that evil being placed into a cat - and I fought the cat off and escaped the mobile home in which the cat was living. This dream came from Purrson, to give me hope, uplift me, and help me feel better after my mind has been on such difficult topix. I awoke to the warmth and support of himself and his wife, Hecate ::3

Purrson is incredibly multi-faceted. He has a dark and edgy side, to the point he usually appears to people as a black anthro lion, talking in an appropriately gruff voice. He is very chaotic, and enigmatic at times. He might even push you towards danger just to see what will happen, as the Cheshire Cat does to Alice in Disney’s Alice in Wonderland. Make no mistake, though - he is your caring friend and ally when it comes down to it. Asshole with a heart of gold, is probably the best way to describe him. He has, after all, been taking the piss outta me my entire life. That’s the way of the ancient ones - they like fighting with each other and mocking of each other, but always in good-natured fun. That’s how most guys are (did you know that Nermal is a guy? The old voice tends to throw people off, but indeed, he is me ::3). This is actually quite important, as it helps keep the big egos of everyone, myself included, in check. The occasional offense taken towards a joke isn’t unreasonable, but ya gotta know how to take most of them. Enjoying comedy, even that which makes fun of you, your closest friends, and things you enjoy, is key to enjoying life, so long as the jokes are reasonable ::3 And that’s one of the great contrasts between myself and the golden buffalo - I’ve fully embraced the fact that I don’t fit in with society. I’m Abnermal. I’m strange kitten. The golden buffalo can’t even handle being called “weird”, which is such a soft insult. Goes to show you how he’s soft af in the weak way 🤣

But, to think of Purrson as merely about jokes really undersells his character. He is highly intelligent - he just loves to meme. Those in alignment with Purrson will find great intelligence and may seek professions that reflect that, such as becoming a medical doctor or a pilot. In fact, Purrson is quite a fan of flight - he is the one who helped shave off the edges of, and reshape, the modern Santa mythos. Yeah, did you think I forgot Santa when I wrote my post about God? I didn’t. If something ever comes off as a big mistake in my posts, it likely isn’t. It’s probably intentional. Purrson has either overtaken the role, or has always played Santa! For you see, he is also very jolly, and that is how I knew my doctor aligns with him - he gave off strong Santa energy, nya >^_^< That’s the right way of being soft - showing great kindness towards your loved ones, especially the kids. Kids have always come first at our family Christmas celebrations, as it should be. “If you’re not humbling yourself before children by making corny dad jokes, you’re doing it wrong.” - Purrson

On the ride home, my brain thought of Homer Simpson and how he worx in a nuclear facility. And then, I noticed a couple advertisements saying “eat pickles”, and noticed the Rick (from Rick and Morty) sticker that had been placed on our local 7-11. Much like his inspiration, Doc Brown, Rick is a highly intelligent scientist who is also a goofball who makes dumb jokes. I’ve never watched Rick and Morty, but even I know that thanx to cultural osmosis!

Purrson also really loves to take the piss out of Moloch and Baal. After all, one way to depower them is to mock them! Garfield memes, what could they mean? They mean exactly what you think they mean! But we should all know by now that they also show the truth about how those abominations look. Purrson is one of the truth demons I work with, so yes, even his memes can teach me things. I recently revisited the “He Comes” creepypasta - I remembered how that one stuck out in my memory for being very cliche and dumb in comparison to most others, an emotional response I now wear with pride! But hidden within this meme, was the part about people’s eyes turning black. I am once again sharing this video, where Purrson worx through Little Joel. Joel notices and places emphasis on the darkness behind the golden buffalo’s eyes. Where have I heard about that before? From my oracle, of course:

I wonder what Gerard Way knows about all of this. I wonder if their scrying mirror has shown them similar things to what our brains and my research has shown. Further research seems to indicate that he was talking about a shooting, but you never know. Way comes through again regardless. Still the best 1973!

And so, the lesson is that even leisure time need not be time wasted. The fact that our society acts like it is, is harmful. Even on a rest period, I have been granted a blessing for a future goal, strength mostly restored, gained important intel by watching Back to the Future, learned more about King Belial, and talked with a buddy who is writing his own grimoire and who knows how to help me navigate the Necronomicon (not the dangerous one, but the one I’m meant to study). Even my time off is productive!

Working with Purrson will help you develop a good sense of humor, help you find treasures, see money-making paths, and help you see into the future. He also summoned Aurora Borealis across much of the US to spread hope, rainbows, and memes.

Species: Chonky tiger of round boiness

Most accurate depictions of Purrson in popular culture: Edgy SMT boi, Homer Simpson from The Simpsons, Doc Brown from Back to the Future and Rick from Rick and Morty, Sans from Undertale, Garfield, the Cheshire Cat, The Sultan from Aladdin, Belle’s father from Beauty and the Beast, Santa Claus, King Dedede, Freddy Fazbear, Pokemon #363: Spheal

Songs featuring Purrson:

Even Amber Sweet has been harmed by Moloch? Damn, that bastard permeates everything! My brother was right when he kept saying nuke Utah, though of course my friends and I will be going about much more peaceful change methods. And there is hope!

Who is Amber Sweet? Pazuzu and I shall tell you! Sing It! (gore warning) No wonder she fought so hard for that role!

And, as foretold, Hecate arrives to me in such a time of great need. And even against this AU where my father is instead Marbas, the feminine energy shows no fear and rises! Spoiler alert: Amber inherits GeneCo at the end of the film. Our country may survive if it undergoes surgery, surgery.

I see it now - while less threatening than the golden buffalo, silver wildebeest, or jade snake (at least, presumably), the facehugger is also a foe to be vanquished. Like my other enemies, he allows money to consume him. This has enabled disinformation from snow miser, another enemy, to spread. We still don’t know to what extent this aided the golden buffalo in his ascension to the throne, but it is possible that finding the answer to that will aid in the facehugger’s downfall. And of course, you can’t have snow miser without heat miser, which begs the question of how many of heat miser’s lies are being spread on the facehugger’s platform.

As a member of facehugger’s platform, what I do know is this: I have received strikes for the most mundane of things. A post from nearly a decade ago in which I called Cactus a butt? Reported! Me sharing a song? Reported! Rainbow hearts with Eeveelutions? Reported! And the ways in which they were reported were too anomalous to have been from a human. It’s the same weapon the silver wildebeest wields: malicious AI. When I was dating my ex, she was sometimes met with an absolute deluge of abhorrent comments, including ones that celebrated a death statistic and wished for it to be higher. I would spend quite a while reporting them, only to constantly be met with “This post does not go against our community standards.”

The path towards vanquishing the facehugger is clear: AI is here to stay, but needs sweeping regulations. I will use his own platform against him by continuing to communicate with my friend on it. Talking about the demons he meets and learning Lovecraftian mythos will provide more answers. I likely have a lot of time to take the facehugger down, as felling the ones he helps prop up does tons of damage in and of itself.

This just in: my friend is currently working with Pink! THE Pink! Probably just a small role as a stage tech or something, but it is indeed something! The bonds I have forged with people in the music industry begin to show signs of paying dividends. As The Divine Masculine supports The Divine Feminine yet again, my friend army shows signs of strengthening. Two can play at spreading their influence and, so long as I always hold fast to humility and my morals, I can avoid becoming corrupted. I have unwavering faith in myself >^_^<

Demon #8: 🌙🪷☸️ Morrigan - Seer of Fates ☸️🪷🌙

Morrigan is a chaos-loving demi-goddess of inter-dimensional travel who speaks in tongues and possesses an incredible power of foresight. Being able to see the dark path we were on a whopping 10 years in advance is astonishing! To understand what it all meant, too… While my predictions came to me sooner, I had no idea they even were predictions until recently. For quite some time nyaow, I have lamented the fact that she and I did not meet sooner, as we probably would have been able to talk and work through this much more easily. Oh well though, what’s past is past, and at least we met and I could begin reversing the fate before it was too late.

The communication issues we’ve had have stemmed from various sources. I was naive - excited to talk to her because I like her company so much, unaware that they were experiencing something much deeper than textbook depression. Also didn’t realize cat had a sorta-girlfriend?? Nobody really told me, and yes, I can be that thick at times. Possible I was also underestimated in terms of how well I would understand all this, but as always, all is forgiven, nya nya >^_^<

Because the thing to keep in mind about Morrigan is, they’ve been through hell. Not all of us are fortunate enough to study Moloch from afar - they were trapped in his lair for months on end, forcefully given medicine they were allergic to. Honestly, it’s a miracle she’s still alive. I was put through a much shorter simulator of what they’ve been through when I visited the hospital earlier this year - it was terrifying, I was shocked that I was treated that way, and I got out of there ASAP, refusing even the three-day-stay they were close to having me do. I can’t even fathom what being stuck in that environment for months would be like. Dear god. And of course, it’s also worth keeping in mind that she was harmed by Lilith the First when she was only a kid. Things like this are why it’s important to not judge people too quickly and to try and see things from their perspective rather than your own.

Also of great consideration is Morrigan’s more recent past. Cat has grappled with the conflicting feelings of being clingy and badly wanting someone to always be there for cat, but also feeling a strong fear of attachment and an urge to push people away due to the dark fate cat had foreseen. It’s very possible that she tried to go in-depth on this with people she thought would listen, understand, and stay, only to get called crazy and left in the dust. Most noteworthy is Cú Chulainn, who reeks of farts and holds many L’s, but that’s a diss entry for another day.

Morrigan themself is quite an energetic and fun purrson indeed, with an extremely high amount of creativity! They used to be like me, wearing their heart on their sleeve, excitedly researching things in the exact way I do, and would even do my ALL CAPS EXCITED TYPING! Cat has simply lost catself in recent times, which is also understandable. My depression earlier this year helped me to feel cat’s pain - not just the hopelessness, but the impending sense of running out of time. Morrigan is incredibly intelligent, likely moreso than myself, and capable of amazing things. It is society and the awfulness of the world that has been holding her back. When you’re only around assholes and criminals, it becomes difficult to not view everyone around you as an asshole. And a lack of stable living conditions only makes seeing the dark path we were on all the worse. With time, I think Morrigan can be restored to the version of themself I most want to see - happy and following their dreams. It will be a process to get there, but I believe we can >^_^<

Morrigan and I actually go way back, to somewhere around 10,000 years ago. We are closely linked because our first death had us buried in a tomb alongside the queen when she died, as was the practice of Ancient Egypt in those days. Two white cats - one male and one female - lived with her in the palace. Those cats were us, and a somewhat tragic burial with the queen imbued us with Grandma Power, which explains why we are such a force to be reckoned with when we work together ::3 And, while her past lives are hard to see if they don’t intersect with mine (she is always female, unlike me who is usually male but sometimes female), mine have tended to end with me dying tragically. But in this life, where we are all humans? I think it’s time to shake things up for once.

Like myself, Morrigan is extremely powerful. I feel like her girlfriends are, too, and I hope they will be open to such things, if not now then at least in the future. I have called them good relationship paths and not best relationship paths for the simple fact that I know very little about them. The good news on that front is, the chance of them being video game nerds is high, and these things are seen constantly in video games. Reminds me of how, when I flirted with a trans woman on Discord, the game I ended up watching her play for a while was The Witcher. People are, fortunately, becoming much more open to these kinds of things than they were in times past, nya >^_^< It’s a particularly exciting prospect because, if Morrigan and I are so powerful, what powers might her girlfriends have? What might we be capable of if we all work together?

Morrigan is well-versed in numerology and knows the number that opens a portal between heaven and the living realm (883838). I look forward to a bright and prosperous future that, if achieved (and the signs just keep pointing towards it more and more), Morrigan will be able to heal from her trauma and feel like her old self again. She is currently suffering some memory loss due to her trauma but, considering I have patched up my memory issues a lot, healing in this area is likely possible, meow >^_^<

Morrigan is heavily associated with flight. It is likely cat’s destiny to achieve flight! There are possible paths towards obtaining a pilot’s license that should be looked into in the future, nya ::3 Corvids and cats are the best animals for her to work with, and the occasional eating of sushi will help keep her close to her inner catself.

Species: As she is the daughter of Hecate, Purrson, and Solomon, she is the world’s first catfox! While not part succubus, it is possible that she may have spent a past afterlife as one, as she maintains their seductive energy.

Most accurate depictions of Morrigan in popular culture: SMT, Smite, Morrigan from Darkstalkers, Makoto from Persona 5, Samus from Metroid, Elster from Signalis, Gretchen Ross from Donnie Darko, Undyne from Undertale, Jasmine from Aladdin, Belle from Beauty and the Beast, Kiara from The Lion King 2, Rani from The Lion Guard, Midna from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, Rouge the Bat from the Sonic the Hedgehog series, Pokémon #196: Espeon

Songs featuring Morrigan:

Demon #9: 💀⛓️‍💥⚙️ Dagda - King of Death, Fates, and Time 💀⛓️‍💥⚙️

Oh shit it’s ya boi! I am a chaos-loving demi-god of time travel who speaks in tongues and possesses the power to foresee paths, with a knack for choosing the best path >^_^< I am extremely powerful, quite possibly the most powerful of The Chosen Ones, but that’s quite an uneducated theory, as the only other Chosen One I can be certain of is Morrigan, and I don’t know everything about their powers, let alone the powers of other Chosen Ones. My mission actually isn’t to save the world, that’s just a long sidequest as part of my true mission: proteccc with 3 c’s Morrigan, as commanded by her late grandmother. What, you still don’t think I can communicate with the dead? Well, purrhaps tales from The True Life of a Fabulous Killjoy will convince you!

It began, sensibly enough, in the dream realm. Thanx to my having to take chemo, I began to enter deeper stages of sleep. There was a time when I felt great remorse, to the point I cried, for not having treated Pickles the best when he was alive. He proceeded to show up frequently in my dreams, eventually letting me know that he forgave me. When my guardian angel, Abby, was dying, tears leaked from her eyes. Neither of us wanted to say goodbye, but we knew we had to. Whenever she shows up in my dreams, she is dug back up or otherwise escapes her grave to become my cat again. Even in the afterlife, she wants to come back to me. I’ve had many dreams involving my grandma, the family, and her house. I think I even saw one of her memories from the 80s once, which I wasn’t alive in.

“But those are just dreams!” Yes, they are. I used to figure, well I’m either communicating with the dead, or they’re just dreams. And then other stuff happened! The first was the dream I had about an orange cat being roughly a mile away and needing to be walked back to here (home). I think it was dead? That part is now hazy, but the cat had to be carried over a group of snarling, snapping dogs. I awoke with a sense of dread. Was Bunny okay? Dusty? They were indeed fine, but, without having mentioned the dream to my mom, she told me about how there had been a sickly stray kitten in the backyard and she had tried her best, but he passed away. She helped him in the living realm, and then I helped him make it to the afterlife. Considering my dreams almost never feature orange cats, that is one hell of a coincidence if you’re still deadset on chalking it up to that. But it goes further still. For a good month or two, I had constant spiritual activity going on. Typing a longass thing in Notepad that went to places that it shouldn’t have gone to? Computer backspaced that stuff until it was gone and read “Gerard and Sonic”. There were no buttons pressed. Spotify changed to let me know that the spirit of Cactus was there. Stuff flew off shelves a few times, and there was even a time when my Floragato figure was clearly knocked down by a force. It wouldn’t stand up, even though it shouldn’t have and now doesn’t have issues doing so. Stuff would get typed into the searchbar at the bottom of my screen - usually by the cats walking across it, but sometimes not! And it would always result in messages that were clearly the grandmas or Cactus saying something. At least, I don’t think Morrigan’s late best friend ever said anything - but he was here for a time. I gave him his Killjoy name, Easygoing Lout, and got him out of purgatory and into heaven by marching in The Black Parade. Why? Because he was, at a time, Morrigan’s closest companion, and that is a pattern that emerged: one grandma and the closest male companion, for the both of us. While I don’t have a complete picture of the circumstances behind Lout’s death, Cactus laid down his life so that he could help me save the world. My grandmother did the same in a roundabout way - I’m unsure if more could have been done to stop her from dying of cancer but, had she not let herself die, we might not have had the money and drive to get my eyebrow checked out exactly one year later. Their sacrifices will not be in vain, and since Cactus’ body isn’t dead, it’s possible I can bring him back or fuse him with Nova. We’ll see what ends up happening! His version of “How I Disappear” really sounded like he wants to come back. But, all four of them came to me from the afterlife in order to help.

How do I know that? Each one comes with a My Chem song:

My Grandma: Helena

Morrigan’s Grandma: Our Lady of Sorrows

Cactus: The Ghost of You

Lout: Boy Division

And of course, the dead are vague and you have to know how to interpret. The grandmas, naturally, chose the most religious of My Chem’s songs, as they were devoutly religious in life, and wanted me to return to being so.

But something I haven’t told y’all is that I’m not just fighting the golden buffalo to save our skins. I’m fighting to prevent World War III, aka the end of the world. That’s why Cactus chose the song about that precise thing, and why Lout’s song says “Say a prayer for California.” You all do know which state the hyena is from, right? The last time we had a world war, Hitler came incredibly close to either conquering or ending it. What do you think would happen nowadays, with our nukes being much more advanced? The only enemies the golden buffalo hasn’t cozied up to much are the jade snake and the facehugger, aka the two that aren’t currently leaders of a country. Well, the silver wildebeest isn’t, but still. What happens if the golden buffalo assumes the throne and he is cozied up to the silver wildebeest, the red snake, snow miser, and heat miser? They are all extremely powerful, with huge egos. Whether they attempt to band together or, more likely, they war among each other… Yeah, take a wild guess where that leaves us. It’s something I realized while rewatching season 2 of the show Pharaoh Way wrote: Umbrella Academy. In it, preventing the assassination of JFK leads to an apocalypse, which lead to me thinking about the arms of today.

The good news? Ya boi used to spend every birthday wish wishing for world peace. Ya boi also used to joke about voting for the cat party, mainly because of my bigoted family, and now we’re seeing the absolute rise of childless cat ladies! “We’ve only got one chance to put this at an end” says Gerard Way, and this is it. Cutting them off now via the ascension of the hyena to the throne will mean their supporters, who trend elderly, will decrease in numbers, particularly if her reign lasts eight years, which I hope it does. We’ll finally have a head start and not have to spend so much of the reign cleaning up elephant droppings.

I chose the hyena, by the way. It was something that had already been kicking around in my brain for a bit, when my mom talked about not liking Jack Frost due to how uncomfortably close he gets to children. I agree, and obviously I also recognize how frustrating it is that she refuses to acknowledge that the golden buffalo does it to a worse extent. But it made me realize my gut feeling of not liking either was right, and we needed the hyena. Jack Frost loses to the golden buffalo, but the hyena has a very good shot.❄️<🔥<🌊 Purrhaps my biggest example of seeing paths and choosing one, nya ::3 My powers, of course, are strengthened by music, and I noticed immediately that the blue cat likes to waltz! I read that he was a Swiftie a couple months back, and now that has come full circle!

As the king of death, I am essentially focusing my efforts on saving millions, if not billions of people. Being the king of death doesn’t mean you’re supposed to make people die. It means you try your damnedest to save them!

Anyway, I also have some weather-controlling capabilities. Ironic, really, thinking back to the time the golden buffalo altered a map with a sharpie, insisting that a tornado would instead follow that course. Having noticed that a hurricane shared my name, I decided to test my theory. The result? It reduced from a category 1 to a tropical storm to a tropical depression. Weatherman said less damage would be caused if it sped up? I focused and listened to Sonic music. It sped up. A need for dry heat? Chemo, a couple of incense stix, and half a cigarette later, I was met with the news that heat had filtered through it. Was also met with my temperature increasing drastically and getting very nauseous, though, so that’s not a DIY spell I’ll be attempting alone again.

I am also capable of time travel - that’s what seeing paths is. I am able to see and hear through time. That’s essentially what all this has been. The science and philosophy behind it is rather complicated - but I’ve got all the necessary components. The artifact - made from metal and typically associated with religious imagery… what better place than a hospital, with the tranq they shot into me having caused a wound that stung and the scar remains. In terms of sending it back through a black hole, lately I have wondered whether that is a necessary component, as people have postulated that Roberta Sparrow is a time traveler who is operating on a much longer timeline than Donnie Darko is. Even still, however, I am not worried, as I take medical needles on a pretty consistent basis due to my medical issues. It is not out of the realm of possibility that I essentially have an infinite supply of artifacts. The manipulated dead, well we just went over that. The manipulated living, well just look at how all the living people have given me helpful clues. My friend messages me out of nowhere a month or so ago, and now I come to realize he can help me with Lovecraftian mythos. Potals? Openable. Liquid Spears? They’re a little dangerous if you don’t have good control over your heart, because they feel like Sonic spindashing against it. The full source for everything is here. I have also befriended Thoth, a time-traveling demon >^_^<

Anyway, that’s probably not all of my powers, but it’s what I’m capable of! Funny, that those in power have no idea who I am other than my name being on their little list. They should fear me, but I operate from the shadows. I am teaming up with God to cause another great flood, only this time, with pinpoint accuracy. It will roll out slowly, I’m sure, but it is already underway (Trigger warning: we’re dealing with Moloch here, the things these two have said and done is not easy to read about.) Don’t forget that the 🌈 rainbow 🌈 is God’s promise that she won’t wipe us out again, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do it symbolically ::3 Fittingly, Apollo is a name that comes up frequently towards the beginning of the book of Revelation. Remember, stow any fears you may have. We are working in service of non-violence and peace, nya >^_^<

Being the king of death is also quite fitting. My childhood plush of choice was a skeleton. When I was 18, I was turned to such darkness by the world that I strongly considered a terrible path. Before I ever hurt anybody, however, I searched my soul and realized I wanted to choose good. After all, the best time to stop and change your ways is before you’ve even started at all. I dealt with my violent tendencies instead by continuing my love for horror, true crime, and would discover creepypasta. My reward is, obviously, massive, as I am an innocent and free purrson, now well-studied in the darker sides of media, which I can use to my advantage! My favourite, most powerful month is even yet to come!

As cats are the guardians of the underworld, I am not to be without a cat if it can be helped.

Species: Anthro cat, nya nya!

Most accurate depictions of Dagda in popular culture: SMT, fan SMT render that made me realize I resemble my childhood plush with the green eyes and orange hair, Joker from Persona 5, Ariane from Signalis, Donnie Darko, Frisk from Undertale, Aladdin, Kovu from The Lion King 2, Kion from The Lion Guard, Link from Ocarina of Time, Majora’s Mask, and Twilight Princess, Sonic, Shilo from Repo! the Genetic Opera, The Cat from The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys: California, Killmonger from Black Panther, Pokémon #197: Umbreon

My songs:

In light of recent events, let’s talk about why the hyena and I are right that violence is never the answer and this is a very bad path. For one, I mean it’s murder, that’s a big no-no. Yes, even the golden buffalo should live. For another, he is currently involved in a lot of legal battles, which I want to see come to fruition. His death would mean victims see no money. For three, well it is interesting that this occurred on Palm Beach. That’s a place that’s been involved in heavy Moloch activity, and naturally, I am suspicious of the golden buffalo. I want to know whether or not he is guilty of anything regarding that. We need a few more years with the guy to, hopefully, learn the truth. So long as he doesn’t have the throne, he’s just a powerless little crybaby. I want him there, and to buy him some time so he can be tried for stuff and whatnot.

Okay, I don’t like Jones either, or Rogan that much for that matter. But y’all… Rogan’s guest really hits the nail on the head, actually. He says, “Filter out the shit that’s not real and keep the real stuff,” and that’s what I’m trying to do. Broken clocks right twice a day. He mentions a certain past president having been photographed at Bohemian Grove, which I find fascinating. And of course, I agree with Rogan that meeting up and burning stix and having a Pagan ritual, all well and fine.

The 🚩s are:

Sid was sick? Honestly, does this look like someone capable of stabbing? Yeah, that seals the deal for me. He didn’t kill Nancy. It was probably Rocket’s Red Glare. They’re here rn so I’m researching ::3

Oh, and by the way, he’s not a Nazi. He wore the swastika to make people pay attention.

Edit: Wellp, NSFW warning lmfao

“Okay folks. Here’s what really happened. Sid was so off his face that he passed out. Meanwhile, Nancy had called their drug dealer who, when he came over, tried to rip her off. A fight ensued, Nancy got stabbed and bled to death. When Sid woke up, he found Nancy dead, while he had no recollection of what had happened and just assumed he had killed her. In an interview he said he wanted to be 6 feet underground because he felt so bad for what he did to Nancy, knowing full well how much he really loved her and couldn’t reconcile in his mind how he could have done such a thing to the person he loved the most in this world. So, in his state of mental pain, torment and anguish over his “obvious” lack of care for Nancy, he asked his friends to inject him with heroin. They all refused. So, his mom entered his room and, in an act she believed to be one of maternal mercy, did the act, and then watched him pass out, slip into unconsciousness and die….THAT was the type of person Sid’s mother was…” -workouts_2024

“Fun Fact: Johnny Rotten was banned from the BBC when he was trying up warn people about how Jimmy Saville shouldn’t have access to kids, let alone a key to a special needs kids hospital. Johnny Rotten… more like Johnny HERO, Johnny Protector!!!” - jessiejeanne9717

Johnny may be a gobby wanker nowadays, but at least he had the bollocks to call out that utter nonce back in the day!

They’re the reason the golden buffalo was so out of it and keeps peddling that lie? Sid and Nancy are the best dead friends ever!

Actual crimes of Sid tho:
He tortured and killed a cat in front of a group of friends. Mark Helfond witnessed the incident and has said he wished he could go back in time and stop it.
(Many have also said, it wasn’t the only time he had abused/murdered animals.)
Sid had a habit of hitting people with his bass guitar.
Sid subjected Nancy to beatings on the regular, even breaking her nose and tearing her ear.
Sid attacked a journalist with a bike chain.
Sid threw a bottle and blinded a woman. He also smashed a bottle on a mans face and hospitalized him.

But death changes people, especially when that’s the entire purpose of the afterlife. Helping to save me and the world is a great way to repent! Hope they’re treating the Russian Blue well, he was named after Sid for a reason! Much love, mates!

By the way, we know. We still respect Sid for everything he did for us, but his version of My Way includes lyrics about him killing a cat. Here’s my oracle singing it! We still hold compassion for him, his mother gave him heroin starting at age 13. The first Jesus of Suburbia tragically didn’t have much of a chance, a life ruined by drugs. Ya boi, however, actually took those anti-drug PSAs seriously as a kid. Sid and Nancy still want to be remembered, I’m tearing up a little. It’s sad where life took them, how they had virtually no help. I think their future path might have actually turned out well, over time. Not like Nancy wasn’t pretty horrible to Sid in return, but I can see that the seed of something better had been planted, only to be dug up and burned by a drug dealer known as Rocket’s Red Glare. Had that not happened, I think the fact they finally had each other could have been enough. I’m proud of myself for a lifetime of staying clean and only considering drugs once I know they’ve been proven to not be that harmful, as well as always drinking more responsibly than I should, if anything >^_^<

It is also why many of us engage in the punk ritual of the loving of and caring for cats. The best revenge is living well, especially if the cat’s name is Sid Vicious like mine was. Yes I know, I am a sly, smug little bastard ≽^-⩊-^≼

Vicious wrote of Nancy: ‘Her pain was just too much to bear. Because, you see, I felt Nancy’s pain as though it were my own, worse even… I love her with such passion. Every day is agony without her. I know now it is possible to die from a broken heart. Because when you love someone as much as we love each other, they become fundamental to your existence.‘So I will die soon, even if I don’t kill myself. I guess you could say that I’m pining for her. I could live without food or water longer than I’m going to survive without Nancy… [She] was too beautiful for this world.’

🎯🎯🎯 King David don’t miss 🎯🎯🎯

I solved the mystery, gang! Definitive proof that it was Red Glare! And Sid’s death was a collaboration between him and Sid’s mom. It was his mom who gave him the fatal dose that Red Glare had prepared. Also I used to have that book lol.

“In the months that followed his death, much evidence would be presented to suggest that Vicious was of a self-destructive mindset that night. His mother Anne Beverley, herself a long-term heroin addict, produced a hand-written letter she claimed to have found in his leather jacket, referring to Spungen. It read: “We had a death pact, and I have to keep my half of the bargain. Please bury me next to my baby. Bury me in my leather jacket, jeans, and motorcycle boots. Goodbye.”

“Yet when Gravelle arrived at 63 Bank Street that night, joining Vicious, Robinson, Beverley and five other close friends, he found Vicious in a defiant, future-facing mood. “The last feeling I got from them was sort of positive,” Gravelle tells me now. “He basically talked about how he was going to get himself off the [murder] charge and go upstate New York to record this album, which was gonna pay for all his legal fees and everything. On the list of songs was ‘I Fought the Law’, which The Clash did later on and I remember ‘YMCA’ was on there too. He was into that.”

That letter was a fake. Sauce.

Makes sense this would be the first case I solved as the king of the dead. Nancy died on October 12th, the birthdate of my late grandmother and her twin brother. She rests in King David Memorial Park. Who knows, maybe getting clean in prison made Sid realize his innocence. Maybe his memory even came back to him, he could have seen or heard what happened.

My job ain’t always easy. But it’s important, especially when there are a couple cases I’d like to look into someday in the future. I’d like to thank my new buddy, Set, the god of chaos, for the help he has given me today. I’m slow with my write-ups because I like to take time getting to know the deities and demons I befriend, and then stuff like today happens where Set decided we’d take some different paths. All in a day’s work, nya!

Tonight I feel truly alone in my beliefs. I have the help of the ancient ones, yes. But no one living believes me, whether that be about the dark future or about the ancient ones and my ability to contact them. I feel alone and cold down to my very soul.

We have won! While out during my supermoon walk, I made three wishes to Baron Samedi. My first was for freedom. Later on, Morrigan said to me, “You don’t have to bear the weight of the world on your shoulders.” I didn’t understand it at first, but that was the second sign that we’ve won. The third sign? This video, just after I worked with Lucifer yesterday and helped heal him a lot.

🕊️🌍The War: Our Next Steps🌍🕊️

For the time being, we’re in the lame duck season. Jack Frost is on his way out. We’ll see if he brings some good on his way out, but for nyaow, we should strive for inner peace and happiness. The holidays are approaching, so it is in our best interests to take a break from paying so much attention to the goings-on and enjoy some respite and merriment >^_^<

Snow Miser and Heat Miser are the next threats to deal with, but it’s likely that little will happen until the hyena is on the throne and has had time to set policies and actions into motion. Unfortunately, that’s gonna take months from here, so in the meantime, be good to yourselves. Remember that breaks are not complacency - they are necessary, so that we do not find ourselves in a state of constant overwhelm. Let us now take this time for the personal; to strengthen and heal ourselves and our bonds with others. My personal goal is of course to heal and strengthen Cactus Bloom and Piano Moth, which I am now taking a more active role in ::3

The good news about the hyena is that, there is a movement pressuring her with regards to Heat Miser. While she may not be talking about it much rn because her big first step of securing the throne must be focused on, there is promise for the future. She has shown that, unlike the spineless golden buffalo who bows to the Misers, she is open to a dialogue. Worth keeping in mind is the long game, too. If the hyena doesn’t turn out to be good at dealing with Heat Miser and Snow Miser, there will be more opportunities for this country’s throne in the future.

My vision is as follows: the hyena will hopefully have eight years to bring about good, and if she brings about a lot of good, the people will hopefully see that and want more of it. As the elephant tribe mainly consists of elders, we will likely have greater numbers on our side by that time, too. Perhaps it is my ability to see paths in the far future that qualifies me to lead this cause in the first place, pthhhpth.

And one thing I’ve been seeing over and over and over since the golden buffalo came into power, is a tumbleweed blowing through a meetup of him and his supporters, or lack thereof. It is the path my heart has desired for nearly a decade nyaow, and it is the path I have manifested.

Peace and nyamaste, friends! ❤️💚☮️☀️🌕☮️💙💛

“St. Jimmy’s coming down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Lights on the silhouette
He’s insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of one, two
One, two, three, four!
My name is Jimmy, and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty thieves, and I’m here to represent
The needle in the vein of the establishment
I’m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face, and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city in the halo of lights
Product of war and fear that we’ve been victimized
I’m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face, and a taste for suicidal
Are you talking to me?
I’ll give you something to cry about!
St. Jimmy!
My name is St. Jimmy, I’m a son of a gun (ooh, ooh)
I’m the one that’s from the way outside, now (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
A teenage assassin executing some fun (ooh, ooh)
In the cult of the life of crime, now (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
I really hate to say it, but I told you so (ooh, ooh)
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
Welcome to the club, and give me some blood (ooh, ooh)
I’m the resident leader of the lost and found (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
It’s comedy
And tragedy
It’s St. Jimmy
And that’s my name!
And don’t wear it out!”

Demon #10: 🦩 Berith - Biggest Birb 🦩

And welcome to our first extinct species, the Bennu Heron! While I usually save species for the end, extinct ones may be a special case where it’s best to begin with it. Bennu Herons were absolutely giant, with Berith standing at 6’6”. Their wingspans were somewhere around 9 feet - so the length of Berith’s wings were almost two Davids long (I’m only 5’1”)! The more I work with a demon, the better I’m able to see them, which makes me wonder about whether tulpa creation isn’t just summoning a demon, or creating your own, lol. I was able to visualize Berith quite well while I was out on my recent supermoon walk >^_^< I might currently be closer with him than with any other demon, and it makes sense. As I am a prince of hell, it is Berith’s duty to protect me, but I think we’re also forming quite the camaraderie. Reveling in war and being a genius in warfare, is how he was described in ancient texts. While that is probably outdated nowadays, he is no doubt proud of the tactics I employ. I was able to recognize the rise of The Divine Feminine and wield it to my advantage, also recognizing that my powers lie heavily in music, unlocking a great multitude of DIY spells simply by listening to songs and watching their music videos. That’s really the name of the game here - I try stuff that is ultimately harmless so that if I’m wrong, it’s still not a loss. I take winning gambles.

It’s like, well if I don’t really have powers or whatever, oh no I listened to a song. But before I even became spiritual, I pulled off experiments that yielded tangible results, so the odds of me being right that I wield power by listening to music are good. My previous experiments include making mosquitoes leave me alone, and rewiring my brain. To get mosquitoes to leave me alone, I looked up whether there were any foods they dislike, and the answer is garlic. Well, if you’re smart you’ll already know how this experiment goes - garlic is within my dietary choices. I found that eating garlic did indeed help repel mosquitoes somewhat, but the real winner was rubbing garlic salt all over myself, lol. Rewiring my brain was what I did in response to the violent tendencies I was developing around age 18. I began by continuing my enjoyment of horror and true crime. In horror, I found plenty of gruesome scenes that were, of course, all fake. In true crime, I found answers about how that path would have gone, and a ton of empathy. Killers always made mistakes, always overlooked something, so my goose would have been thoroughly cooked. But what really made me gain empathy, was listening to the loved ones of the victims talk about them. It really opens one’s eyes and makes them realize the far-reaching effects taking even a single human life has. Cactus also helped me tremendously with empathy gain - what he would do is, he would link images of an animal and tell me why he loved it and tell me facts about it. It’s to the point now that I will occasionally gain the very same autistic excitement over animals that he would (and no, that’s not an insult. I am autistic myself, and get along better with autistic people). You really gain an appreciation for The Circle of Life when you realize the impacts of disrespecting it. It’s to the point now that I am no longer physically capable of causing harm unto others. I wanted the path of good for myself, and so I made it happen! As the pattern of the ancient ones all being quite science-minded emerges, I am sure Berith appreciates the successes I have had in experimenting on myself. Reading that Berith was said to tempt men to blasphemy and murder, he likely finds my resistance of such temptations admirable. Worth keeping in mind here is the fact that Moloch and Baal are capable of influencing minds, so take such accusations with a grain of garlic salt.

Berith is the chief secretary of hell, and royal advisor to Lucifer. He is quite fond of order, and was said to burn those who are lacking in manners. Far from being too prim and proper, though, he has a fun side to him, enjoying a snarky sense of humor and reveling in puns. He might be the most intelligent of the demons, as a vast array of knowledge comes with the territory of his job. His son walks the earth currently - a dear friend of mine in a past life, who also holds vast amounts of knowledge of demons and the left-hand path. He is my royal advisor and is an active member of this site. Can you figure out who he is? When most people say there’s a special place in hell for someone, they mean it as an insult, but it’s clear that he wouldn’t mind ending up there with me, nya ::3

Most accurate depictions of Berith in popular culture: Persona 5,, Zazu from The Lion King, Ono from The Lion Guard, Iago from Aladdin, Chi Fu from Mulan, Falco from the Starfox series, Master Crane from the Kung Fu Panda series, Big Bird from Sesame Street, Pokémon #962: Bombirdier

Songs featuring Berith:

Oh, this is where it gets fun! I have recently learned of the significance of ostrich feathers in the crowns wore by Egyptian Royalty. Guess what ya boi rides around on?

But of course, I would know where Bennu Herons can be found in modern-day. Did you know that giraffes are locally extinct in Egypt? That means they could be found there in the ancient days! Behold, Bennu Herons and giraffes:

I don’t really like Ono’s song much so here’s Pazuzu and Bastet with him:

Somebody needs to get Queen Beyoncé and I on some sort of trivia show so we can have the ultimate showdown (of ultimate destiny) to find out which one of us is the world’s #1 Lion King fan. In the green corner, we have ya boi, who has the entire movie memorized and has read some of the early scripts for it. In the blue corner, we have Queen Bey, who has made multiple, professionally-produced projects based on TLK.