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DRAGON KUNDALINI by Salem Burke THE BIRTH OF MY DRAGON On February 5, 2007 the Dragon at the base of my spinal cord rose to the occasion of my life crisis and destroyed all of my enemies before the 12 th of that week. Now by "enemies" I am referring to those who are jealous of the fact that Satan is real and has chosen The Joy of Satan Ministries to represent Him during this age. These individuals and groups will make up one of many "valid reasons" for feeling this way, but none of them are true. Therefore I say with all wisdom to those who cannot suppress this debased and unevolved manner of thinking – jealousy my friends, kills. Kundalini means "coiled up" or "coiled up like a Snake" although what rose from my spine was a Dragon that rose up as a King Cobra, legendary Cockatrice, White Eagle, Black Spitting Cobra, and finally the Divine Spirit of Boreas – the Greek God of The North Wind. The energy that rose in me felt nothing of the sort. And it did not rise through my crown giving me a connection to some blissful all knowing, all seeing, all is instantly perfect and now life is but a dream energy. Oh no. The energy began in tremors that I had felt many times prior. Trembling throughout my body, but this time, sitting in my chair – the scent of roses and a very light energy all around. Something grabbed a hold of my left hand, and another my right. This was Zeus and Heracles of Greece. I had no idea what the occasion had been. Since mild hallucinations had set in just prior – I had no problem with this. I thought, "If I'm gonna lose my mind I as might as well do it in the presence of Them." Understand that rose scent is pleasant to me, but smells like holy water and reminds me of my voodoo days. The voodoo is cool, because I like voodoo and that was generally where I began my magical apprenticeship. But I couldn't stop thinking of catholic stigmatics and some old buffoon with a wand and a great white scepter kissing the floor and having sub-buffoons kiss his hail to shit ring. I said, "Why does it smell like that, I don't like it. It reminds me of a catholic church." "The Catholic Church stole it from Greece." Is what Zeus had said. I love that God. I said, "Okay." Three hours later after the Dragon would crunch into my Cerebellum I would have no complaints. Anything smells better than ones own burning flesh. Now it can be said that now I have absolutely positively NO doubts whatsoever that Satan rules the earth, wisest and most cunning of all. He knows exactly what he is doing. It began with what felt like an inflatable balloon tube inflating my spinal column and reeking of – burning flesh. The Gods were nice – knowing I was already freaked out and of "the Birth that was to come" and said it was simply "bad energy" and the scent of roses that followed was the replacement of this "bad energy" with good energy. If they told me I this smell was my own flesh being burned by a force – I would have freaked. I was already freaking out. At one point I asked Zeus, "Could I talk to the Snake?" "It's your Snake, so I assume so." He replied. I said, "Serpent, there is a bone that is out of place in my back (this had always worried me), do you know this?" "No." Was the reply. Since I thought the balloon was the Snake at the time, I literally reached my arm back and literally felt the spine expanding. As it neared the point where my finger was – that is to say as I felt a soft hot expansion reach my fingers I said, "It's here." "Okay," Said the Dragon. The balloon expanded all the way up stopped at the Cerebellum under the ball at the back of my cranium. "Is that it?" "No, wait." Zeus said. The balloon slowly expanded more and more and the smell of burning flesh reeked more and more. The next day my roommate said, "It smelled awful last night – did you smell it?" "I think so." I replied. It went something like that. The balloon expanded and expanded and then began to ache really bad. I had to get a pillow and fold it, then put my spinal cord between the pillow "butt cheeks". "Ouch! Mother-fuck! God-damn!" I said. "Did you guys have to go through this?" "No! No way!" Heracles said. Honestly speaking – that made me uneasy. And so did the fact that both Gods were squeezing my hands tightly. Like I was going to have a baby. But since two Greek Gods came to my side, it felt like more. Because it was. The first baby Dragon in the world. Very apprehensive, was I. I couldn't help but anticipate a lightning flash electric energy was going to shoot straight up into my brain with a fifty percent chance of making me insane, and a fifty percent chance of the connection with the "Divine bliss" from beyond the sixties. Make love not war – way 'da go dude, like totally Divine, ryock onn Ringo Starr! Yeah, uh huh. Fuck off dickhead. After the aches from the balloon began to ease up, my apprehension got a bit stronger. Something started to rise through the tube. But this time it felt absolutely and totally alive. Like a Snake. It began to slither up through the tube. Uncomfortable – but not painful really. A thought came to my mind, and I asked: "Hey, do the people who get messed up from this and possibly even combust do so because they didn't have a tube for insulation?" "Yes." Zeus said. "Oh," I said. The Snake didn't feel at all like energy. In fact it felt so real – a rather "war of the worlds" type feeling came over me. Like this is implanted in everyone, then rises up as an actual creature? Prepared I was not for what happened when the Snake reached the top of my neck under the Cerebellum. Prepared . . . I was not. The chair that I sat in arched me back. Every kink in my neck was being removed. This is when I seriously felt this was a creature. It jolted my neck left, then right, then left – up and down and as it did it maneuvered at every kink in just the right fashion as not to sprain my neck anywhere. In fact, not only are my back problems a thing of the past, my spine is straightened out where I had a slipped disk. Amazing. At the Cerebellum it "crunched" through literally. That was very painful. From the chair I was tilted backward as it twisted and pushed and pushed. At the most painful point my feet were set on the chair and my body was such that my head touched the bottom of the floor. This hurt. Now I have a definite idea what a woman feels like when she gives birth. At one point I wanted to say, "Okay, I can't do this, stop now!" But it could not be stopped. The Snake punched right through to the Cerebellum and then proceeded shook my head in the same way a we dog dries himself. Many times. Crunching deeper and deeper. After the process was fairly complete, there were literally two of us. The Snake that moved the head like a Snake – and me. No divine bliss. Just another entity inside of me.
THE DRA[/IMG] "That's ridiculous!" Well that, fried or foe, is what I have. From what the cockatrice has been doing, the wings are to keep what he does invisible and to flap fresh energy into places that were used to destroy enemies. The other thing is its tail. I didn't feel anything grow out of my ass but I could feel it. It shakes my ass at things that emit poison. I can see bad energy fly into my room now. The cockatrice finds it, puts a face to it, and gobbles it up. So the more that comes the more it eats. It jumps to and from reflective surfaces. Sometimes the faces are simply two eyes, other times I see vivid faces of unknown persons – while still others I am shocked at who I see. The cockatrice is Satan Energy, no doubt about it. None. My fears of attack have vanished; Satan is in me. Physical attacks mainly, the Serpentine motions of the Serpent combined with the cockatrice are second to none. And then psychic and magical attack, never really a concern for me because to date I remain magically unscathed; but in the deep recesses of my mind I have always wondered if somewhere in the world there were some swami guru mega-powerful monolithic titanic superpower that was not awakened; or that some "Demi-God" or super-gray alien awaited as my rival. The Black Spitting King Cobra No such thing as a black spitting king cobra – I checked online. But the Serpent told me what kind of Snake it is, and that is the kind. This is the shortest portion of all of this. You can find the description for both of these reptiles online or at your local exotic or illegal pet shops. Unless one lives in a country or professes a profession that allows for Black Spitting and/or King Cobra resale. The Snake does all of these things, but in a super-powered way. The White Eagle About four days after the black spitting cobra began to spit and bite and hiss at things that go bump in the night, another pair of wings rose out of my shoulder blades. I was on all fours "doggy style" for this one. Writing my arms, I felt a distinct and mildly painful soreness at the edge of my bones on the inner portions of my shoulder blades. I have to be honest, this time I kind of expected actual wings to rise out of me. Because of the painful areas. Like on the X-Men 2 – you know Angel when he was a boy. The manner in which the cockatrice rose out of me; the way it had an intelligence of its own – a literal separate brain – had me at a point where it would not surprise me in the slightest if indeed I did grow wings. If I really tried, honestly, I am certain that the ability to levitate by wing flapping would manifest. The Serpent is all against this however. For reasons that lie in the all powerful Satanic cerebellum.
THE SNAKE EATING DRAGON The Dragon rose into the Cerebellum of my brain. When it did in my mind I pictured three triangles alit in neon, and the Snake had to smash through all three to get to the center. This was very painful. At one point I would have stopped the process if I were so able. It took about two and a half -hours for the Snake to crack into that part of the brain. In reality there was no burning flesh smell, the smell was of "mirth". Useless fire elemental energy that does nothing more than fly around in little balls, and cause all manner of anxiety, depression, clumsiness and a messy work-place. These are created when magicians perform magic when feeling negative, clumsy, rushed and/or fearful using fire and air elements. Usually by burning papers with request on them. So one would imagine this a common thing for Satanists who practice from The Satanic Bible. The horrid thing about "bogies" (mirth) energies is mirth does not go away, nor die off. In fact the opposite occurs. They grow and grow like fairies, and this – oh daring travelers on the left hand path – is the reason that "left hand magicians" seem to come to a "doomsday end". This is the "karma" that experienced magicians probably look at when criticizing Satanic practitioners as they sit enthroned in jewels, luxuries, crescent moons, and great white arrogance to do nothing more than laugh, and laugh. Now I cannot for the life of me find anything about this online, although it has to exist. The Serpent tells me this is not Kundalini, but there is a term for it, "Serpent Kundalini". But see, I checked online and found the same articles regarding this and the Serpent which is my connection to my cerebellum (where I talk to fish and shit) and they all say things that cause my cerebellum brain to shake our head vehemently. Things such as: "This is what Christians refer to as the fiery descent of the Holy Spirit," and the Snake says – NO WAY. That is not the Holy Spirit. The true "Holy Spirit" is a connection to this portion of our brain that is in touch with animals and nature. And this is the core of Satanic evolution. The Snake is pure, no doubt about it. An animal born to hunt, but at the same time innocent and pure, connected to Satan and the Divine to teach me. Those without the belief in Satan – good luck 'cause you're gonna need it if the Serpent decides to really awaken. One who has no belief in Satan as the Divine God will have a nervous breakdown. A mental conflict of the worst kind because the Serpent is aware that there is a Divine Power while the "human mind" is not. The cerebellum has no connection with the brain except through the Serpent. So it could be said that the cerebellum is proof that a Creator exists but nobody is connected to it at birth. The connection is a Gift. To connect without knowing Satan as the One True Only Living God is to bring about what many would refer to as "Diabolical Possession". Honestly from the heart of me: this is blasphemy against Satan at its worst. How dare a living beast who does not speak the language nor dwell in the dwellings of the great creatures of earth place such a vain and pompous assumption. And these pompous pious the fifth fuck-head live on thrones of "pure". As I pure in intent, pure in action, and who are "true" to themselves. And by "true" I mean TRUE. Animals are superior to all of mankind, the Serpent being most of all; the exception to this is the Satanist. The Spiritual Satanist, that is who does not "believe" that Satan exists as a separate entity, they know this. I am not preaching anything keep in mind, I am telling everyone from what I know. Nothing "descends" into the higher mind connecting anyone with a bliss and sudden enlightenment. And nothing rises past the fucking cerebellum except possibly energy. Trust me, the cerebellum felt like intense surgery, how the fuck is that thing going to poke through my crown? By shooting straight through my brain? The Serpent just shook His Head (seriously), and said, "I would go around." He's nodding and shaking His head at every work I write in fact. See how an unevolved idiot full of bliss that is nothing more than a drugless high would think this is "possession"? It is "connection" – and if a human has no "connection" to Satan, and no understanding of how predatory animals work – what would anyone (common sense) suppose would happen? When the Serpent rises the bottom line is , one experiences what it is like to be a Serpent predator. The head will "want" to move in a direction for a reason that you "know but do not know", and find something if you allow it to explore. So what is Dragon Power as opposed to Kundalini? The Power of Satan. The Power to ascend the Serpent into the Dragon. "Enlightenment" and euphoria prove nothing, and connect nobody to anything that is Divine except perhaps heavenly presence and peace that can only bring harm. "Well how the Hell kin peace brang harm 'ya kenker sore!" What kind of fucking God is a God because He took a potion or learned how to raise a Power all blissful and full of heaven? NONE. No God in the Universe can be a God unless they know They are a God. Obtaining Bliss can no more cure the disease of human conditioning than can taking an everlasting pain pill will cure cancer of the vagina, clitoris, or asshole. Purity comes from the animals because in an animal is simplicity, and absolute certainty. An animal therefore would be the Divine Teacher. Knowing, for example, that animals doubt. I did not know this until the Serpent told me. See what I mean. When I asked my cerebellum what animals doubt, He answered with the most profound but simple revelation. That this age of man will "make it" through the "danger area" which everyone calls "the coming apocalypse" that is nothing of the sort. "Prophecies" are seers writing following some disaster saying, "Okay, look do or do not do xxxxx to avoid xxxxx" – a good thing. But a bunch of unpopular, lazy, sleazy, fast power no work mongering idiots (just the type that think blissful Kundalini is Godhood and Nirvana is heaven) want to rule a planet with negative a billion points wisdom and a brain the size of an ant's testicle. Exactly – ants do not have them. Animals are wise even as infants. People do not know this. People always say "dumber than a mule", when a newborn mule is well over trillions of years wiser (honestly the Dragon told me) than they. Because animals speak instantaneously to the earth and learn very fast. In hours they know more than one human lifetime. This is true. My cerebellum told me that one of its functions is to learn the language of the earth. Raise your Dragon and see for yourself. Then – to the Satan believing Satanist – you shall enter a new world as the Dragon raises you.
DRAGON KUNDALINI by Salem Burke THE BIRTH OF MY DRAGON On February 5, 2007 the Dragon at the base of my spinal cord rose to the occasion of my life crisis and destroyed all of my enemies before the 12 th of that week. Now by "enemies" I am referring to those who are jealous of the fact that Satan is real and has chosen The Joy of Satan Ministries to represent Him during this age. These individuals and groups will make up one of many "valid reasons" for feeling this way, but none of them are true. Therefore I say with all wisdom to those who cannot suppress this debased and unevolved manner of thinking – jealousy my friends, kills. Kundalini means "coiled up" or "coiled up like a Snake" although what rose from my spine was a Dragon that rose up as a King Cobra, legendary Cockatrice, White Eagle, Black Spitting Cobra, and finally the Divine Spirit of Boreas – the Greek God of The North Wind. The energy that rose in me felt nothing of the sort. And it did not rise through my crown giving me a connection to some blissful all knowing, all seeing, all is instantly perfect and now life is but a dream energy. Oh no. The energy began in tremors that I had felt many times prior. Trembling throughout my body, but this time, sitting in my chair – the scent of roses and a very light energy all around. Something grabbed a hold of my left hand, and another my right. This was Zeus and Heracles of Greece. I had no idea what the occasion had been. Since mild hallucinations had set in just prior – I had no problem with this. I thought, "If I'm gonna lose my mind I as might as well do it in the presence of Them." Understand that rose scent is pleasant to me, but smells like holy water and reminds me of my voodoo days. The voodoo is cool, because I like voodoo and that was generally where I began my magical apprenticeship. But I couldn't stop thinking of catholic stigmatics and some old buffoon with a wand and a great white scepter kissing the floor and having sub-buffoons kiss his hail to shit ring. I said, "Why does it smell like that, I don't like it. It reminds me of a catholic church." "The Catholic Church stole it from Greece." Is what Zeus had said. I love that God. I said, "Okay." Three hours later after the Dragon would crunch into my Cerebellum I would have no complaints. Anything smells better than ones own burning flesh. Now it can be said that now I have absolutely positively NO doubts whatsoever that Satan rules the earth, wisest and most cunning of all. He knows exactly what he is doing. It began with what felt like an inflatable balloon tube inflating my spinal column and reeking of – burning flesh. The Gods were nice – knowing I was already freaked out and of "the Birth that was to come" and said it was simply "bad energy" and the scent of roses that followed was the replacement of this "bad energy" with good energy. If they told me I this smell was my own flesh being burned by a force – I would have freaked. I was already freaking out. At one point I asked Zeus, "Could I talk to the Snake?" "It's your Snake, so I assume so." He replied. I said, "Serpent, there is a bone that is out of place in my back (this had always worried me), do you know this?" "No." Was the reply. Since I thought the balloon was the Snake at the time, I literally reached my arm back and literally felt the spine expanding. As it neared the point where my finger was – that is to say as I felt a soft hot expansion reach my fingers I said, "It's here." "Okay," Said the Dragon. The balloon expanded all the way up stopped at the Cerebellum under the ball at the back of my cranium. "Is that it?" "No, wait." Zeus said. The balloon slowly expanded more and more and the smell of burning flesh reeked more and more. The next day my roommate said, "It smelled awful last night – did you smell it?" "I think so." I replied. It went something like that. The balloon expanded and expanded and then began to ache really bad. I had to get a pillow and fold it, then put my spinal cord between the pillow "butt cheeks". "Ouch! Mother-fuck! God-damn!" I said. "Did you guys have to go through this?" "No! No way!" Heracles said. Honestly speaking – that made me uneasy. And so did the fact that both Gods were squeezing my hands tightly. Like I was going to have a baby. But since two Greek Gods came to my side, it felt like more. Because it was. The first baby Dragon in the world. Very apprehensive, was I. I couldn't help but anticipate a lightning flash electric energy was going to shoot straight up into my brain with a fifty percent chance of making me insane, and a fifty percent chance of the connection with the "Divine bliss" from beyond the sixties. Make love not war – way 'da go dude, like totally Divine, ryock onn Ringo Starr! Yeah, uh huh. Fuck off dickhead. After the aches from the balloon began to ease up, my apprehension got a bit stronger. Something started to rise through the tube. But this time it felt absolutely and totally alive. Like a Snake. It began to slither up through the tube. Uncomfortable – but not painful really. A thought came to my mind, and I asked: "Hey, do the people who get messed up from this and possibly even combust do so because they didn't have a tube for insulation?" "Yes." Zeus said. "Oh," I said. The Snake didn't feel at all like energy. In fact it felt so real – a rather "war of the worlds" type feeling came over me. Like this is implanted in everyone, then rises up as an actual creature? Prepared I was not for what happened when the Snake reached the top of my neck under the Cerebellum. Prepared . . . I was not. The chair that I sat in arched me back. Every kink in my neck was being removed. This is when I seriously felt this was a creature. It jolted my neck left, then right, then left – up and down and as it did it maneuvered at every kink in just the right fashion as not to sprain my neck anywhere. In fact, not only are my back problems a thing of the past, my spine is straightened out where I had a slipped disk. Amazing. At the Cerebellum it "crunched" through literally. That was very painful. From the chair I was tilted backward as it twisted and pushed and pushed. At the most painful point my feet were set on the chair and my body was such that my head touched the bottom of the floor. This hurt. Now I have a definite idea what a woman feels like when she gives birth. At one point I wanted to say, "Okay, I can't do this, stop now!" But it could not be stopped. The Snake punched right through to the Cerebellum and then proceeded shook my head in the same way a we dog dries himself. Many times. Crunching deeper and deeper. After the process was fairly complete, there were literally two of us. The Snake that moved the head like a Snake – and me. No divine bliss. Just another entity inside of me.
THE DRA[/IMG] "That's ridiculous!" Well that, fried or foe, is what I have. From what the cockatrice has been doing, the wings are to keep what he does invisible and to flap fresh energy into places that were used to destroy enemies. The other thing is its tail. I didn't feel anything grow out of my ass but I could feel it. It shakes my ass at things that emit poison. I can see bad energy fly into my room now. The cockatrice finds it, puts a face to it, and gobbles it up. So the more that comes the more it eats. It jumps to and from reflective surfaces. Sometimes the faces are simply two eyes, other times I see vivid faces of unknown persons – while still others I am shocked at who I see. The cockatrice is Satan Energy, no doubt about it. None. My fears of attack have vanished; Satan is in me. Physical attacks mainly, the Serpentine motions of the Serpent combined with the cockatrice are second to none. And then psychic and magical attack, never really a concern for me because to date I remain magically unscathed; but in the deep recesses of my mind I have always wondered if somewhere in the world there were some swami guru mega-powerful monolithic titanic superpower that was not awakened; or that some "Demi-God" or super-gray alien awaited as my rival. The Black Spitting King Cobra No such thing as a black spitting king cobra – I checked online. But the Serpent told me what kind of Snake it is, and that is the kind. This is the shortest portion of all of this. You can find the description for both of these reptiles online or at your local exotic or illegal pet shops. Unless one lives in a country or professes a profession that allows for Black Spitting and/or King Cobra resale. The Snake does all of these things, but in a super-powered way. The White Eagle About four days after the black spitting cobra began to spit and bite and hiss at things that go bump in the night, another pair of wings rose out of my shoulder blades. I was on all fours "doggy style" for this one. Writing my arms, I felt a distinct and mildly painful soreness at the edge of my bones on the inner portions of my shoulder blades. I have to be honest, this time I kind of expected actual wings to rise out of me. Because of the painful areas. Like on the X-Men 2 – you know Angel when he was a boy. The manner in which the cockatrice rose out of me; the way it had an intelligence of its own – a literal separate brain – had me at a point where it would not surprise me in the slightest if indeed I did grow wings. If I really tried, honestly, I am certain that the ability to levitate by wing flapping would manifest. The Serpent is all against this however. For reasons that lie in the all powerful Satanic cerebellum.
THE SNAKE EATING DRAGON The Dragon rose into the Cerebellum of my brain. When it did in my mind I pictured three triangles alit in neon, and the Snake had to smash through all three to get to the center. This was very painful. At one point I would have stopped the process if I were so able. It took about two and a half -hours for the Snake to crack into that part of the brain. In reality there was no burning flesh smell, the smell was of "mirth". Useless fire elemental energy that does nothing more than fly around in little balls, and cause all manner of anxiety, depression, clumsiness and a messy work-place. These are created when magicians perform magic when feeling negative, clumsy, rushed and/or fearful using fire and air elements. Usually by burning papers with request on them. So one would imagine this a common thing for Satanists who practice from The Satanic Bible. The horrid thing about "bogies" (mirth) energies is mirth does not go away, nor die off. In fact the opposite occurs. They grow and grow like fairies, and this – oh daring travelers on the left hand path – is the reason that "left hand magicians" seem to come to a "doomsday end". This is the "karma" that experienced magicians probably look at when criticizing Satanic practitioners as they sit enthroned in jewels, luxuries, crescent moons, and great white arrogance to do nothing more than laugh, and laugh. Now I cannot for the life of me find anything about this online, although it has to exist. The Serpent tells me this is not Kundalini, but there is a term for it, "Serpent Kundalini". But see, I checked online and found the same articles regarding this and the Serpent which is my connection to my cerebellum (where I talk to fish and shit) and they all say things that cause my cerebellum brain to shake our head vehemently. Things such as: "This is what Christians refer to as the fiery descent of the Holy Spirit," and the Snake says – NO WAY. That is not the Holy Spirit. The true "Holy Spirit" is a connection to this portion of our brain that is in touch with animals and nature. And this is the core of Satanic evolution. The Snake is pure, no doubt about it. An animal born to hunt, but at the same time innocent and pure, connected to Satan and the Divine to teach me. Those without the belief in Satan – good luck 'cause you're gonna need it if the Serpent decides to really awaken. One who has no belief in Satan as the Divine God will have a nervous breakdown. A mental conflict of the worst kind because the Serpent is aware that there is a Divine Power while the "human mind" is not. The cerebellum has no connection with the brain except through the Serpent. So it could be said that the cerebellum is proof that a Creator exists but nobody is connected to it at birth. The connection is a Gift. To connect without knowing Satan as the One True Only Living God is to bring about what many would refer to as "Diabolical Possession". Honestly from the heart of me: this is blasphemy against Satan at its worst. How dare a living beast who does not speak the language nor dwell in the dwellings of the great creatures of earth place such a vain and pompous assumption. And these pompous pious the fifth fuck-head live on thrones of "pure". As I pure in intent, pure in action, and who are "true" to themselves. And by "true" I mean TRUE. Animals are superior to all of mankind, the Serpent being most of all; the exception to this is the Satanist. The Spiritual Satanist, that is who does not "believe" that Satan exists as a separate entity, they know this. I am not preaching anything keep in mind, I am telling everyone from what I know. Nothing "descends" into the higher mind connecting anyone with a bliss and sudden enlightenment. And nothing rises past the fucking cerebellum except possibly energy. Trust me, the cerebellum felt like intense surgery, how the fuck is that thing going to poke through my crown? By shooting straight through my brain? The Serpent just shook His Head (seriously), and said, "I would go around." He's nodding and shaking His head at every work I write in fact. See how an unevolved idiot full of bliss that is nothing more than a drugless high would think this is "possession"? It is "connection" – and if a human has no "connection" to Satan, and no understanding of how predatory animals work – what would anyone (common sense) suppose would happen? When the Serpent rises the bottom line is , one experiences what it is like to be a Serpent predator. The head will "want" to move in a direction for a reason that you "know but do not know", and find something if you allow it to explore. So what is Dragon Power as opposed to Kundalini? The Power of Satan. The Power to ascend the Serpent into the Dragon. "Enlightenment" and euphoria prove nothing, and connect nobody to anything that is Divine except perhaps heavenly presence and peace that can only bring harm. "Well how the Hell kin peace brang harm 'ya kenker sore!" What kind of fucking God is a God because He took a potion or learned how to raise a Power all blissful and full of heaven? NONE. No God in the Universe can be a God unless they know They are a God. Obtaining Bliss can no more cure the disease of human conditioning than can taking an everlasting pain pill will cure cancer of the vagina, clitoris, or asshole. Purity comes from the animals because in an animal is simplicity, and absolute certainty. An animal therefore would be the Divine Teacher. Knowing, for example, that animals doubt. I did not know this until the Serpent told me. See what I mean. When I asked my cerebellum what animals doubt, He answered with the most profound but simple revelation. That this age of man will "make it" through the "danger area" which everyone calls "the coming apocalypse" that is nothing of the sort. "Prophecies" are seers writing following some disaster saying, "Okay, look do or do not do xxxxx to avoid xxxxx" – a good thing. But a bunch of unpopular, lazy, sleazy, fast power no work mongering idiots (just the type that think blissful Kundalini is Godhood and Nirvana is heaven) want to rule a planet with negative a billion points wisdom and a brain the size of an ant's testicle. Exactly – ants do not have them. Animals are wise even as infants. People do not know this. People always say "dumber than a mule", when a newborn mule is well over trillions of years wiser (honestly the Dragon told me) than they. Because animals speak instantaneously to the earth and learn very fast. In hours they know more than one human lifetime. This is true. My cerebellum told me that one of its functions is to learn the language of the earth. Raise your Dragon and see for yourself. Then – to the Satan believing Satanist – you shall enter a new world as the Dragon raises you.
