Mythical Conversations // God Descends As A Woman

Leo's Script

Sovie’d never skipped a class, or a lesson, in her life, so keen was she on picking up all the class A details, and her school grades in which she passed the cumulative end-of-year tests about 364 days early, being such an effervescently precocious student that she sped right along to the showcase of knowledge portion of the year, effortlessly gliding through the school curriculum in a matter of days (it was well-known that in the 2000s, so much emphasis was placed on a national intelligence standard via testing that a lot of money was put into manufacturing supremely difficult international standardized tests that measured everything from IQ to social skills. Sovie scored always in the top 1% on all of them, making her unusual speed of advancement a welcome exception, rather than a deliberated and emotion-lad consideration for the Galactic Federation of Educational Institutions (“for the proper process of evolution - FPPE”), the globalized task force in charge of upleveling the status quo of intellectual progress. It didn’t break the bank at all to progress her further along in her studies, in order that she might break more glass ceilings and records. And the fact that she did and would continue to do so, made her an admirable hero of the education system, representing her country NZ and Earth within the greater global galaxy. Even though she rapidly worked through their ropes and graduated from there and college in just a couple of years, passing each year every couple of days by passing the Cumulative Learning Standardized Tests with flying colors - using formulas and things that she’d teach herself in only a few days to absolute perfection.

In occupying herself with matters of international intelligence, Sovie quickly acclimated to the rigorous academic languages and formulas of most adult professions within the first couple of years. It was crazy for outsiders to see this little baby of a thing showing up for tests, pen in hand, bubbling in all of the little forms and circling the correct answers for every single question, be it verbal or quantitative (which is the rubric of all nationalized tests, from the PSAT to the SAT to the GRE to the BAR). There were no tests after a GRE, simply a dissertation, a summation of the fruits of one’s research. 

Now why is this all so crazy? God retained all of his knowledge from the higher etheric realms, where he dwelled in sattvic consciousness day in and day out, positively serenely drifting through life on a puffy amalgamation of fluffy white clouds, whiter than a king crab claw. It may seem like it takes a long time to learn something, but for those types of learners, (Kapha thinker types and Tauruses and Virgos) who seem impossible, once they do learn, they’ve learned it for life. And in fact, once upon a time, perhaps from a Higher Self p.o.v, it evolved so profoundly on purpose this way, where God was the very same way. But then of course, He learned absolutely all that there ever was to know and how to do, and he became the transcended beautiful vision of Ether that you see today… er, saw. 

You see, it wasn’t just standardized tests that were given attention and money through the Senate Appropriations Committee. On the docket was something much larger in scope, the endeavor to not only trace and track and assimilate logs of all information for the time capsules, holographic imaging machines, and historical resonance engines (that which would decipher the patterns of history alongside regression and progressional analyses, the first official marriage of history and maths, big data project and supernaturally derived case studies. For you see, before everyone just signed away their permissions to “fun” apps like f*******: Messenger and t****k, the main platforms for social organization, to which they were given major compensation for during the Great Settlement Heist of 2022 that fined Big Tech for all of their data intel records and commanded the order that the people be compensated for all of the earnings that were proportionally catalyzed by their involvement, their passive participation, victims of data breach with the disclosure that the information be kept secret thus should see them the deliverance of all of their intel in pure hard copy form, and this was actually the GOP’s unanimous decision. They weren’t after all making an example of communists at Capitol Hill, they were the communists orchestrating the ropes at Capitol Hill. And as such, they were sued and transformed by a major intentional broadcasting company just a little bit after the networks were suspended at the national flight centers.  The transmutation, or transfiguration, was necessary in order to drastically throw them into the future and stop the calamity of a collapse of the economy as the result of a cold war and an ensuing depression. That catastrophe could be averted, by side stepping all of the lazers and identifying the controllers of the lazers, that weren’t controlled and modulated by the people. 

The people, composing together the needs of the country, are constituents of the macro-herb that is, the headiness of the United States. The choices made on a whole, and with everything included, upleveled, accounted for, with guidance counselors and life coaches assisting with the upgrade in order to literally heal every nation, give them fresh water, give them a defense that really acts in their interests to prevent their exploitation, the trade of their time recurrently for a finite resource that doesn’t begin to match their potentials. Whatever alien force came to this world in order to tear it up, needed to evolve or go home. We would not have a race run by zombies, putting ruin to everything we’d ever set about to create over the aeons. 

Of course, she still had remnant memories of being God, and she knew she did not want a traditional upbringing… but she was overtaken by the sheer delights and overwhelming intensities, at times, of the meta-physical world ever since she was put in charge of patching up the rift that was careening humanity into the stone ages, for which she’d been personally debriefed by her squadrun of Angels in the clouds and for which she’d prepared before. 

Before this, she’d only ever experienced, as God, the most sattvic of realms up in the High Ethers. So nothing on Earth ever truly felt … quite like home… not the little shire of her hometime, with its overflowing waves of grassy knolls composing the rooftops and escaping the little huts into clouds of fog that would pour through and drop down the grassy levels like an atmosphere of silk, silvery whisps of clouds simply pouring deliciously throughout one another like overlapping, criss crossing waves of beauty and sheer wisdom and delight. 

It needed this mechanism to work, this absolute collaboration of beautiful people, all high on the futuristic works they were doing for the greater humanity, various technological expansion projects and a ton of natural architectural beautifications to make everything naturalistically accessible for the ones that wanted to work in a glorious synergy with the rest of the natural world. 

She’d never had to look after anyone before… (excluding all of mankind, which was a sort of passive exception given that she’d placed a rather high stake in the vulcan ethic of free will, not much jumping in to intercede but rather doling out punishments and angel benefits in the afterlife. Of course, how could she have been so stupid, she should have made one Divine Government under Her rule that would make all problems go away… but no, that was even more vain and manipulative than doing nothing at all… “pacifism”... “ahimsa”... rather whimsical philosophical notions compared to the biting extremities of Earth. She could hardly take living in this little… what she had termed “quaint” in the heavenly netherspheres, was now turning out to be quite cramped. Also, since by magical miraculous pre-ordained karmas, speeding up time for her, a very quick metabolism of a cellular regenerator, she felt like she wasn’t getting the best nutrition living on a meager diet of greens and grits.  She wasn’t a narcissist, but a warrior… at least, an artist on a spinning world with the heart of a romantic and the mind of a warrior. 

They would never make her assimilate. She’d become so sharp and talented so quickly for the primary purpose of zooming out of her currently constrained in-grid community, she needed to become better than the best, by traveling, tip toeing through th eworld and growing in physical and spiritual skills so that she’d never be put to work in the capitol and forced to work to reinforce a dying communist regime. 

She paid good care and positive attention to her body, a relic of Michel Foucault’s “Self Care” (in the form of food, shelter, plenty of wild water and fresh fruit juices - n***d or Odwalla, either would do, or fresh squeezed in the palm press pomegranate and citrus juicer that she’d haggled for on Benyahuda Street in Israel). 

Of course, as she’d grown up into a rather pious family who worshipped whomever worshipped and accelerated knowledge, and they were overjoyed but not overly shocked to see that this miracle blessing that had entered their life had grown up so fast, they just took her on a world tour to accommodate her rapidly accelerating tastes and multi linguistics, a regular polyglot, as though she’d once before in a prior life had access to every language and every information portal the world over.  Also, they made a deal with the CIA and the head of the Galactic Federation, subject of Educations, that awarded her a full scholarship to go the world over collecting intel and drawing up fanciful stories based on the sum of it, as one does, in terms of its supra or subconscious contents to the extent that is allowed. 

Although she had a peculiar brand of ADHD where she’d spontaneously drift into the clouds, putting pieces of various rubik’s holograms together in her mind from other cultures and timelinesin order to decipher how to best splice together a utopian civilization for these people (Could she do it without her being a High Priestess and factioning the people off into toons that were all linked up to a central intelligence agency - a task of evolving the CIA to be only high-minded) or could she do this guerilla style?  And in this case what was the endeavor? To democratize the world? This could only be done through the government by a consensus of the Congress, the Senate, and the President’s okay. The system was designed to only let a minority bourgeoise group of “representatives” bet on the fate of the world. Au contraire, there would be an extension of the 2022 Great Settlement that earned people the rights to all of their databanking information, and there would be settlements to all citizens, from all the wars they didn’t consign to that happened on their dime, and to all the citizens for all the chemicals they were given to consume, on the order that it was corrupted by monstanto and corporate monsters, big tobacco and big pharma, in league with the chemical castration of our best and brightest, with the inversely represented populations of wealth being thrown in jail.  Let the perverts, pedophiles, blood sacrificers perish in prison, and let them serve as positive role models through which to transform the system. I have no idea what will happen to theri vast reserves of money, but you can bet the people won’t see a cent of it. They’re all brainwashed by the prevailing powers that be, to remain calm and still, to not book shows, to not carry on business as usual (no, that’s just the hypocrite politicians, Gavin Newsom notoriously lunching at The French Laundry with a group of partiers, all gathering, all without wearing masks, then telling the public to stay at home and not gather and forcibly mandating that we do so on the emergency broadcasting system that tracks us on all our cellular devices.  They’re being told that they’re on the winning team, but if that’s the case then why are they all being put on freeze, with the barricading orders? Only criminals are ever put on house arrest, and due to the pandemic, they were treating all of us like prisoners, even though we were law abiding taxpaying citizens of the country with all documentation intact. Meanwhile, immigrants were being treated like royalty, almost as though the Hunter Laptop files that revealed the bribed collaborations with China to give them a lot of our real estate, were swept under the rug by mainstream media in order to conceal a vast pro-china cartel that was going to weaken our borders, bankrupt the NRA (Who now have to move from NYC to TX to avoid obstruction) were all a part of a concerted endeavor to trade AMerica to China for cash and sell out the rights of everyone in the world that wasn’t specifically a part of the deal. A globalist nightmare.

In her view, the solution was to make no one president, or have the president be only a public servant, and to render all votes golden and in alignment with a real result. Everyone’s voice could be represented; all outlooks would at least be heard, if not consistently deliberated on in cooperative forums, colloquiums, intelligence centers that got s**t done and logged everyone’s ideas and performances. 

You see, if capitalism could be replaced by a socialistic representative democracy, then neither democratic anarchy, nor capito-anarchy, nor communism, would be the prevailing attitude, all of us giving away our money to the state and the fed(eral reserve) - the government via the Internal Revenue Service, we the paying slaves to a system that never came round to represent our views, merely the views of the celebritized political representatives, who through the end of the Kali yuga transformed us from a supposedly Christian nation into a paganist oligarchy that prayed to themselves and to the profits in their pocketbooks.

No task overwhelmed Sovie to the point of putting it off, putting it off, conserve, conserve conserve, to let the problem grow in stature and eventually just settle up on that pedestal with the dust and roaches. No, she was quite the doer, and set about learning practical skills and how to fix things from quite a young age. So, they say that dog years become 7 years older, emotionally speaking, every one year. But in Sovie’s case, well, it was much faster than that, given that her karmic points allowed her to keep her memory. She hadn’t wished for tremendous riches or honors, and other peopled bravados and celebratory festivities. 

The sky outside was striped in bright colors: fuschia and violet, one on top of the other like a rainbow sky zebra.  It wouldn’t be long before she passed out for the night, entering the deep folds of a spiralline universe, a watery realm of constant transformation and evolution, a flexible and spacious nature to the atmosphere that allowed for swinging on vines, transforming into various animals, and exhibiting magical effects.

What she really wanted to do, as a deepset passion inside of her heart, was to close the gap that had been cut into the human genome about their place in the world, the home, the environment of Earth that literally gave them air and many freedoms that they traded away by being a part of the Matrix. 

You see, energy is never dead, never stagnant, and never can be just *disappeared*. There is a cause and effect to *everything* in the universe, and nothing goes unaccounted for. This is the law of the land; this, is karma. The only thing that we have access to is to make our own choices and not act as a function of reaction or pushback; we cannot be manipulated into playing into people’s programs; how they select speech, or not, basically acting in accordance with their best interests and hoping to trip you into their world. 

So anytime we’re not being grateful in the present moment, fully here where we are, ready to assemble the formative pieces of the world we’ve been given into our own unique Michelangelo, we run the risk of we mourn the loss of anyone, actually, what we’re doing is mourning their unique presence in our lives, and mourning the loss of their physical bodies, which is something of a selfish act on our part because really, all we’re mourning is the sense (the “appearance”) of everything staying the same. In the French schools of Existentialism, this would be laughed at. If nothing else, the entire aim of impressionistic art and the renaissance is to show and reveal through the safe mechanism of art, the infinite transience of space and time, the constant permeability of life, its flux and flow, always and ever in a state of motion and transcendence.  I mean this in no uncertain terms. This is the lay of the land; the way things are; and I won’t even put those in quotes because if I did, it would be highlighting a point that is resolute, absolute, rather than on the other hand, using it to represent flightiness as I did before. 

You have to recognize that acting like a stone within a status of moving water… is like pretending to be a riverbank when in reality, darling, you are the water and flow, and the whole ocean. Do you see?

“How do we get over old flings? Alcohol.. Pining… some detailed s*x fantasies.” ~ High King Elliott

Anyways, 

Someone has to be smart enough to understand you, or they’ll only see a reflection of their own goonishness, playing the perpetual fool that doesn’t see what’s right under his nose. See, I see what’s right under my nose, but I also see all of the hidden strings attached to those things that I think that I want, and I see their energetic source, and I see that it’s not pretty, it’s a function of Bribes. Biden says oh, vote for me, and I’ll extend your unemployment for 4 weeks while we set our big tech industry boys up around the world to siphon the world’s wealth up into the claws of the federal reserve which before this, was nationalized through Trump’s endeavors (The Tower card, the proverbial card for the bringer of the Dawn, and the Reawakening of the Glittery Blue Lotus) . Sounds fair to citizens that are stuck in a survivalist consciousness. :) Right? I mean, they seem to find it good enough that they are allowed to stay alive, paying their whole paychecks to the elite through monopolized corporate bills, like feudal serfs in an ancient oppressive empire. They’re perfectly satisfied with a few morsels, shoot, if they were participating in the communism before the pandemic hit, a few thousand morsels a month, in order to build a new empire. In truth, if I could cut those strings right off, like de puppet people, I might.  But there’s no way, because they’re in too deep, they’ve done terrible things and are blackmailed, and they’re looking for little fishies that will just swim right into their net looking for fame and fortune, some societally awarded reflection of positive leadership and relevance  and significance in the world, because to be rewarded in the kali yuga, you have to give up the rights to your soul.

So I have to keep my toes in my own river, my slough off my own waves (of caramel the spanish equivalent of karma, in my opinion), in order that the riverbank does not run over with weeds, pests in the particulates. There is no changing who we are, not through genetic re-engineering, not through cloning, not through anything. The good of humanity will not be overrun with bribe and blackmail artists, professional conspirators and manipulators of societal conduct and misdeeds against humanity. 

But at the same time, I need to advance somehow, in order to be honorable to my family and to help save the world from… conquistadors. But it seemed like that kind of stuff only happened on the levels of big league businessmen, who are of the government or of Wall Street and the stock market, orchestrating the strings of our little world here.

She decided to,in the dead of night, leave her little village without a word, because she knew that her parents would never approve. She was fully grown after just a short time of being alive, and had done enough research to be aware with what was going on in the world. Even though she wanted to mind her own “business,” to some extent, in keeping her energy close to her chest, her cards there too, she also wanted to be of service to the world, and earn a keep that would give her some sense of sovereignty. Since it’d only taken her a few months to become a young woman, with all the virility, sense of adventure, and unbridled creativity that comes with those years, she was certain she’d channel that energy into becoming the best, most athletic, attuned, spritely, spirited, important, silent, vivacious, person on the planet. After all, she was here not to learn the customs and join the fold, but to create a new world for the humans, and all Her lifeforms, and nothing short of that! She hopped into her car and started to drive to the local airport. She left a note on the kitchen table. It was only a simple trip, and she had the money to do it… not much, but enough.  She could live for once on the edge, on a hope and a prayer. If nothing else, she’d gab her way into the worlds using her silver tongue and quick witted mind.

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The main characters of the world will find each other, and once again, will stand as pillars of integrity to uphold the virtues of guardianship and dignity, honor and nobility, start divine love as a guidepost for those not to get lost in, without their light being demonized, misinterpreted, or cast aside into the bowels of bureaucracy. 

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She arrived in America on a Student Visa, paperwork she’d filled out weeks before. All the registration assigners needed to see was an up to date passport, some form of photo ID, and a social security card as a backup. Since she wasn’t technically 16 (far younger) she couldn’t possess a driver’s license but that was fine, because where she wanted to go was not in-state.

“Could you get any more alternative?” Leo asked the heroine (God). 

“Probably not. Very unlikely,” she responded, like a robot, literally sifting through and synthesizing the data that came up when asked this question. After all, the brain is its own kind of mini supercomputer… light zips along its axis points similar to how it zips along constellation points in the sky, connecting the zodiac underneath a vast penumbra of stories, within a terrific mandala that collects and describes everything under the universal radius of light, sound, and all-around vibrancy of connection.

Why is it that politicians get more attention than the people?

You know, if you view spirit as a singular entity, as it was at the dawn of time, there is no differentiation in terms of its movement and of neurons connecting 

Tiptoe around the world

Cleansing the air, through processing and assimilating information. The most emphatic, heartwarming truth can be felt. It can be seen. It will be heard. The true voice of the anima is waking up, in conjunct with a rising sacred masculine that only wants honor, integrity, and peace on earth, who want to be welcoming stewards into the sanctity of our lands, kept clean and freely accessible to a democratic showing of the plant and  animal kingdom.

The other animals that cleaned the air were, notoriously, cats and dragonflies. Dragonflies will enlighten you in any circumstance; come to them bitter and weary from feeling trapped or abused or unheard in this or that situation, simply meditate on them, and they will literally eat the mosquitos out of your aura. Their job is to literally clear, cleanse, and purify the air.  In the spirit world, the mosquitoes are a metaphor for vampiric, leechy energy, something that can be cultivated by inducing anxiety and panic, and getting people hooked on external forms of energy (energetic formats). So that’s how you’re trained to abandon yourself in dissociative episodes, 

Sometimes (oftentimes), just looking at a situation from an extended point of view (another angle of perspective) is enough to set you back on track. Because from a bottom-up  instead of a top-down point of view, you’ll see that there is a mechanical way that things work, a literal series of steps that fit the spiritual-vibrational, meta-physical pentameter of the task at hand, some prerequisite 

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The conversations in the colloquiums went on as the Satellite Drone wars ravaged the land. We’re pausing that narrative to show you all of the events leading up to Leo and Sovie’s meetup, for which there will be two alternate endings for the reason that the first ending, as intriguing as it is in my mind, would totally and fatally disrupt the space-time continuum and reorient the whole course of humanity.  So, bear this in mind in reading the first ending which is the crowd-pleaser, that came to me in the shower like a rose budding from the lightest atmospheres, for the second, true ending, that reconciles the plot which came to me in better judgement over a book and a pilot pen. 

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In the desert, Leo had just did a round circle intention setting ceremony with his security team, and was in the midst of contemplating a new role possibility.

He put the script down abruptly, some thoughts filling his mind. 

He had just remembered the most lovely room inside a house that he’d seen in a movie, the one with Ashton Kutcher as an assassin who falls in love with a sweet innocent debutante of a girl, the blonde silly one from Grey’s Anatomy, whose family was immensely wealthy. The room was just a normal place of a sunroom in a mansion castle with a victorian staircase, a very fancy tea set with the finest herbal elixirs, a gorgeous grande piano in the corner, and if it were Leo, he’d take the paid actors off the part, and add just an avoidant-anxious cat - distant at times, cuddly at others, who would go around sashaying around the place and cleaning the vibes, transmuting the energies.  Maybe put the House Set next to an Amazonian river basin in the jungles of Bali or Costa Rica, maybe make it so that when you looked out the window, the vines were hanging so close you could touch them, the leafy palm trees engulfed in rain from earlier that night, high enough that you were so high above the people that their neurotic thoughts, all plugged into the matrix, couldn’t affect your aura. It’s not an exaggeration. He’d make the set out of the way of the mosquitos of mankind. The real one’s didn’t bother him; he was immune, maybe for a strict no-sugar diet.

The thing that can happen when you’re burning more energy than you’re using, a state that many fear because it can feel a bit like death, a sloughing off of old energies and a new spaciousness, a new calm, is that we can start to become more powerful, more focused, more able to express what is true for us. More radiant, magnetic, and better at manifesting, or of recognizing our conscious, conscientious position of authority as the driver of our own lanes of reality, forging the path like a jungle warrior slashes away weeds in the path to clear space for other hikers.