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OSHO: "Now-Here" All the Time

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Tiny precious innocent babies appear on Earth in Death Paradigm, as if sulphuric acid wasn’t enough to drink and breath, pure unmitigated collective putrid murderous hatred doesn’t seem enough, extra torture, so we have what is going on with everything else on top of social norm gossip murderous baby genocide.

On a, more positive note though, buying into the 100% fake Sexual-abuse, so called Love-poison Earther’s way to, completely act all goody goody, while these Satanic Cannibals, just wait around the stew-pot boil for their fair share of baby-fear adrenaline Kuru-ridicule medicine, what an early break it is for the youngest newcomers to escape what comes next when any toddler is allowed to grow a bit more to suffer, total mind-control torture, right down to the Soul.

I am one of, many unlucky ones who escaped the Cannibal septic tank floater hideouts and, even less lucky to have to grow toddler big enough to “On a Positive” tortured right down to the Soul, so the voices from my past deader-youth times have become the vagrants traveling through my Acid-mind shame-still Toxic-rattling around, so eloquently, right down to the male bone.

I was a toddler like all other toddlers who went to Bully Queen-dumb school, while the same sulphuric acid bubbled, and boiled inside my crocodile swamp of an Earth child’s mind, until I got my, next chance to escape Earth swamp-rat wrath, and kept walking further from town the, more a few of we youthful vagrants dared to speak for the first time altogether safe-alone.

We discovered a tiny relief from, even daring the truth of it all, but the more we self-disclosed, the more we tortured each other, just like we were voice-over social-norm Collective Earth-hate Consciousness tortured Unconscious acid-putrid sulphur-poison smoke-gossip slave-catcher character-assassination school-taught.

Even more positive now is the way we kept censuring ‘ourselves’ enough, so the adult Earth acid bottles would leave their putrid-lids on more, the more we caved in to murder each other like they did/do/will. What a relief to sense this little bit of heart, just for boy/girl hating each other so they would leave us, to our own self-torture Gender-murder sulphuric-evil?

High School Evil-Earthers got, so good at acting out the ‘most positive’, while trying not to, actually kill others with, all we had been taught to withhold until, just the right sleeper acid-cell marriage-kill the other sacrificial Satanic-gender bitter/sweet offer. We put on our square poison lids and graduated as adult torture chambers so full of sulphuric acid ourselves now, no one could remember how we tiny precious innocent babies first appeared in Death Paradigm on Mother Murder Mafia Money Motive Sulphuric Earth-bottle labeling everyone.

The, really good news is that once I chose to welcome conscious Conscience-awareness, I cringe-remember my Mother Main Acid-voice Sulphur-Mantra to “Nut Him with a Dull Spoon” like she did/do/will now in all my very own special newest model-replication evil acid bottles on the internet with My Mother groupies.

Thank energy for showing this tiny precious innocent baby what no baby, even has cognitive ability enough to imagine such murderous acid-throwing at one of the many Satanic Child-sacrifices they all avoid awareness of, just like I have toddled along all through my High School graduation, and beyond, even all our Earth Karma, same Mother Earth-bottled acid-in-the-face lifetimes, up the Crown-colon for Vatican-sure.

Enlightening compassion from continual forgiveness of others, as myself, even, and especially the ‘other’ gender like my Mother acid bottle, brings me to the most special positive Music-grace because @74 years it has carried me through untold lifetimes @both gender perspectives, just what “Nut Him with a Dull spoon” made my toddler-hood, so special when I knew there wasn’t a man left anywhere near our neighborhood, that was safe from soap operas, that could, only sing high notes with the feminist Acid-bottles after her Man-hate Ajax cleaner got through with all of us.

Murder she wrote for sure, and all these lifetimes both gender acted so positive, all the while this was going on like an acid machine killing the luckiest ones first, and I never knew for sure until Awareness on Voyages of Light showed me what I had been co-creating, when I was up to it enough to even, want to know what’s what with “Nut Him with a Dull Spoon” meaning, before torturing him with Earth Bottle Mother-hate Death-stare poison grey-drool drippings.

How much did my Mother hate her first husband she chose to remain with, to torture with my very bastard body-presence when she cheated on him to get even with his cheating on her, and yet this is the social-norm everyone else denies, just like, all us kids still living-dead deny deny, and deny, until it’s our turn to, only kill the luckiest children first, before Earth-bottle torture, ever so slow boil frog-frigging up the colon Voyages of Light-worker channel-fake it slowly.

I will never forget hearing that little loud click of the empty gun, that was pointed right at my toddler head, yet even that daily reminder wasn’t enough to bring me into awareness until this morning when I re-experienced what it’s like to live with a Mother like mine, even, and especially right where we are supposed to be raising our vibration, not lowering ourselves down to my Mother-replication level of Positive-opera male-soprano Valentine-nutted fakeroonies.

While I have been self-disclosing sex abuse, special red-candy lollipop heart-shaped aroused Vatican Valentines appeared and it reminds me of how High School Mothers-to-be murder their bullied victims, as if no one thinks that’s a problem to stop graduating them into evil adult bitter-women levels. It may surprise some High Schoolers on Voyages of Light, that my brother, and I had to watch each other get our smothered faces shoved into violent Vatican-vagina frenzies poison for, all we knew at the time, and if this wasn’t acid enough torture, try picturing us having to stop breathing, until our Grandmother made us breathe where red lollipop crackle bitters?

The best part of not faking positives all the time is that I know for sure no matter what anyone shares on Voyages of Light, the only way, not to regret it is to, actually enjoy dissociated awareness of what happens: “Tiny precious innocent babies appear on Earth in Death Paradigm as if sulphuric acid wasn’t enough to drink, and breath, pure unmitigated collective putrid murderous hatred doesn’t seem enough, extra torture so we have what’s going on with everything else on top of social-norm gossip murderous baby genocide.”

I bow in, forever gratitude for our special power to co-create whatever we are, not aware of in childhood, and even beyond in past lifetimes, and how it doesn’t matter what anyone shares, it isn’t enough to wake up a self-hate narcissist projector, and especially if what we, all do is so bad, already, that it doesn’t seem worth remembering anyhow, because it’s absolutely amazing what it takes to change the nature of any Bottled Earth Sulphur-blind, and Acid-deaf Positive-faker Light-worker Mother-worshipper en masse Evil-gang Hive-collectivist.

OSHO: Mind Is Always Afraid

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7u6H6-3BkP8&frags=pl%2Cwn