Summoning the Pagan Self-Image of Eternity: It is well known among those of high intellects, that are observant on their history since childhood, those fit for war and profession, that a child experiences time at a far slower rate of transgression than an adult, time becoming narrower with age. We can intuit, then, that creatures with a far simpler brain, namely the insect and the arachnid, experience time dreadfully slow, the insect with rapid reflexes to avoid the arachnid, with fear expressed as humidity, the arachnid with the illusion of fear expressed as hunger when something moves away, chiding them to preserve the rare fly caught. This means, attempting to strike a fly, for a man, gives the fly the image of water, a fluid construct, and moving away from a spider, as a man, induces fear, a lost meal.
The Central Engram: But why does the funnel web spider, when feeling their mind express hunger not registered by their stomach, always charge, rather than withdraw? Simply because they experience a cessation of their neural relays when afraid, a neural defect that causes them to experience death. From them, we being their cousins, we can interpret the afterlife, as mounting our own fathers, then striking them in the neck to behead, the act played out by humans throughout history in the deep psychosomatic id of a warrior who has survived a painful wound and taught the technique from basic necessity to become the hand of God, their father, God being the perceived superior opponent, when leading soldiers against God, their rival. We could say the funnel web evolved to attack the reaching hand of the primate, but this would be incorrect, when analyzing the human behavior behind the veteran warrior, returning the reaching hand with the blow to the neck. It is merely the universal vision in death, repeated in art for centuries.
List of Cipher Forms: Those with no father, strike a ghost. Those with no mother, fall into the personality of a femme fatale as themselves and a succubus dominant simultaneously. Those with two mothers, fall through the abyss. And those with two fathers, are raped, unsure of whom to strike, when the hand lashes out at them inviting the beheading. Hell, is loving one’s father, Limbo, is having no father, the Abyss, is being a product of lesbian bigemy, the Pit, is being the product of two fathers, male homosexual pederasty, the Wolfmother being the product of a male-to-female, and finally, the Grave, the product of the female-to-male. But how do we then express these, as well as Heaven, striking the hated father, in battle, in our deaths, the image which summon a soldier to join the United States Marine Corps?
Prime Imagery: Heaven, as demonstrated by the Marine Corps, is mounting the pillar and becoming a man with a sword, superior to their elder father, experienced as watching a man inferior due to premature observation of passage through manhood, the real test of bedding the mother unseen. Limbo, is the invisible passage through quest, for a spy, the man without a father, the shade, the Noir. The Salon, is for a man making love to himself as if a flower, in erotic ecstasy at having become a masturbating demoness in an orgy of hebrephilia, the Palace. Those falling into an Abyss, the assassin, are to have someone catch them, their brothers, their organization, a hand as a secret order. Finally, the product of the Pit, the Hell of having faggot encrusted shit smeared on their young minds from fear of becoming a diminished man without the status marker of a wife, that their fathers mock but they desire from observation of others, must be promised cleanliness, sterile order, that of a surgeon with human flesh, the psychopath.
Unusual Case References: The child of a male-to-female transgender, meanwhile, kills a female politician in the grave, making him the perfect fit for art film regarding serial killers and terrorists, to become a bondage dominant of high repute, if that counts as a job (which it does, dominatrixes make money), and the child of a female-to-male transgender, as the father figure, merely fades to twilight, becoming one with the walls of a poor tenement building, always selecting the slum, a vampire.
Politician Fellowship Mastersets: Hell is reserved the man or woman that salutes their father, their entire life, never hating them a cent or an iota, doing whatever the parent asks, even if they hate the parent, for reward of finance or support or obedience, and they die as the Devil, slaying the parent that they were trapped with. Nobody loves their father that isn’t permitted to disagree with them, then they serve in Hell, as a Devil, having slain the man trapping them without permitting them adulthood. This dream is the same as mounting the pillar and becoming the swordsman or swordswoman, however one rules over the remains of their blasted life, seeing the works of their slain father in all directions, howling in misery where once was the life of the dead, Lucifer.
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