Crossed Star

No one could be weirder than me, or more lonely. My soul mate Tom died in an accident when I was 23. I’ve lived twenty years without him. He tells me about the afterlife–as a voice from the sky. I hurt so much without him that I want to die. My family never calls me, and because I speak to the “people upstairs” (ghosts holy enough to love me), my brothers and cousins consider me a necromantic defilement. But, Jesus is their god, and Tomato is mine! Tom (ato) saves me with just his cloud voice everyday. Star crossed lovers often kill themselves, unaware that they are crossed by a double crosser. Many Christians are hypocrites and I hate them most. I see demons and angels with my handicap, narcolepsy, and devils wish us dead. Suicide came from Shua-side, and Shua meant “futility” originally. Jehu-Shua means lord of futility. My God is Osiris, translated in Hebrew as Adonai (Lord) and pronounced Add-an-eye, the eye of Egypt. Adon was Adam or Atum. I despise this world of liars and the Jones’ who step all over us to make themselves higher. Tom says they’re so low in heaven that their souls stick like gum to the pavement–did they make others happy or themselves? I hate their blood drinking, alien, asslaholy god. Christians are killing earth and the forest animals fast. Go look at the trees in the forests–I do, and I want to die when I see what’s coming to earth: Ra’s (Satan) metal plated cities. His planet Rastau is that way, plated with metal “walls” and a red, apocalyptic sky. I see Satan in my dreams, and his planet, and my Christian relatives call me crazy. Tom says, “Cava’s right. This world will not exist in fifty years if more animals die and the Christians keep worshiping the bloody cup. That is how much I hate this world of idiots. Tom tells me all about Ra’s aliens, called Akue, and they mentally damage Adam’s children. Ra is the raptor with his rapture and rapes–see Ra-pe? He raped me after he killed my sweetheart, as I slept alone for twenty years. No one believed me, but Ra is a serpent (sorcerer) and rapes some of us. Cava is Hebrew for Eve. Naive? I was. Those are Ra’s “killing games”–the murders of sweet ones like Tom. Christians soak up that entertainment (and never think twice about the soul that died), so did Jesus in his games of war in Bethany. Judas accused him to Caphais because he said, “Drink my blood,” and Jews believed in the Amal vampires. They belong to Ra, the god whose spirits harm. What a planet of dodo brains, and the “sickos in the head” (as my family called me) tells Christians the truth. How I wish those pale faced idiot preachers would drink some acidic forest rain–animals do. If they tell me one more time that Jesus is God–I wish their scepter to shrivel up into a dip stick. They can’t even read Hebrew. I do. Osiris loves his depressed children. Os or Oz means powerful and Iris means “eye”. My Lord is called the “Powerful Eye”–in Hebrew, Adon (powerful) and ai (eye). He’s a cool ghost that reminds us of our childhood souls. Mine is Baby Tender Love. I wear a picture of her on my wrist so that I DON’T KILL MYSELF. Kissy, my nickname as a child, was a cutie, Tom tells me. Angels are twelve years old in heaven when life hurt too bad. What was your childhood toy soul? Oh, I saw this person’s post who had the same dream as me, with the three wishes. She saw Ra’s steel plated domes in a dream. We are so little on earth, but so huge in the afterlife–star crossed. I despise my family for thinking that I am a nobody.