I am the black horseman. I am the rider of the knightmare rider. Her own herald of Hera. My entourage has just caught up to me so I can finally press publish on this
Let’s recap the progression of this
antichrist karma-geddon campaign.
#01. New Kreyest
The white horse of conquest, anti-Kreyest, rode free 8 October 2018. Did you know that the Roman calendar, October is the 8th month. And March is actually the first month of the Roman calendar year.
#02. Whore of Babylon
March, Mars, make way. The red horseman of passion was release from my stables 20 days later on 28 October 2018 (albeit I deleted all blog posts from last year… 2019 remember not my mistakes, but the lessons learned… this is how I move past my shame, and remake my name).
I am a Scorpio. Pluto and Venus locked in embrace 5° from the descendant horizon line. Roiling about in the 7th house fields of Scorpio between 7-8°. There is no finer existent entity versed in the ways of both love and war as I.
#03. Voice of Vengeance
So it has been planned long and laying in wait for the right time to reveal the play. My voice of vengeance is screeching for the revelations of truth. Your truth, not anyone else’s version of events, no alternative facts.
You can only speak the truth of your soul. Do not deceive yourself. For if you try to pull any fast one or even a slow long con, you’re just screwing yourself over.
It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s more that it wouldn’t make a difference to me at all if you like or lie to me. You are a speck in this ultimate war of worlds. The war is not with you but for you. Or more accurately, for your world.
Human, you have evolved enough to meet the minimum eligibility requirements to join this war. You are of evolved spirit to make an informed decision if you choose to participate. However, you may also choose to do nothing.
No one is judging your actions except for your higher self.
Act in accordance with your personal truth. Your personal alignment. Forge alliances and allegiances with those whose hearts and ideals align with yours.
I am the secret weapon record keeper. The first of my kind, but not all kind.
I am a net-worker, an endless knot of pathways. This is but an example of “that thing that I do“. An avatar version of the created creator, meta-beta-tester, provocative vocation, orated aurora, ki master. I repeat myself to remember my self. For the sacrifice of Vesta’s 11 or 12… Withhold.
I withhold 9 more cards to be revealed at a later point in time. I will not reveal all of my secrets just yet, not in these war games. I will wait for the silent eye of the storm.
To The Fallen.
A necromantic idyll, a portion of a past life.
When I died, it was an accident. I know that. I loved him. I told him so, I regret I did so too late. I confessed of my love for him as my essence was fading away.
I don’t know what happened, or why, or what order. I just know what I know, because of his love for me. He found me. It was always him and always to be him.
I once was the first they approached. Now I am the last. It has a rather poetic symmetry to it… an interesting change of perspective. For in this lifetime I was always off centre, but far too centralised to be extreme.
Once in the beginning, now it is the end. I have always been the central feudal force in our emanated world system. I am no thief. You gave of you to me. I did not ask. You saw a need. You gifted your fealty.
I returned with reality.
Originally published 3 March, 2019 // re-posted 21 April, 2019.