A stingy thought is the worst,

A stingy thought is the worst

the felt hurt, from the phone-call you didn’t make

contracts your soul’s airspace

to call on a friend (that calls on you) in the spiritual world,

should always be accepted…

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Jag har prenumererat på Nya Tider
sedan start
nu har de tagit en väldig fart
och kör motorvägen med busslasten –
utan att svänga av på en enda landsväg!
snacka om att man blir kissnödig, vrålhungrig, och illamående!
25 April 2020

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den som visslar, visslar på Shytan, som det står i Sunnah:

så försök aldrig framkalla en sexfantasi, utan vänta,

tills Allah ger dig liv.

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The one who bases his work on the despair of others

and tries to enslave them

like they were a bad father

gets impurities growing into their brains

such pains on both sides in mind and bodies –

what a sinner!

lacking in chivalry!

one groans in this world, the other in eternal fire.

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Arvid Falk i Röda Rummet ‘undviker att stjäla förtroenden’ – idag heter det dock ’kodord’ och är en sak som sammansvetsade ungdomar använder. Detta varnade Strindberg för.

’Kraftwerk’ (!) : kunde det finnas ett tydligare idol-namn på ett musikband?!

och allt de vill se är hur upplysta människor vänder sig till ’kraftens mörka sida’, och blir monstruösa!

Separera + och – och låta det hela bli ett kraftverk!

Ifall jag gissar rätt, utan att veta något om Carl Fredrik Hill, så undertryckte han sina lustar: kanske hade han blivit sårad utav någon dam som hånat honom då han varit intresserad, och, bestämt sig för att ta den hårda vägen?

Han slutade som en galning med en episod där han hade alla fönster i sitt hus i Paris på vid gavel, när vädret utanför var kallt, och till besökare sa han: det är varmt som ini Helvete!

Andra typen, som jagar efter sina lustar, vad Lavater kallade en syndare, kan däremot få vanföreställningen att det är kallt, och ’att det drar’, - ’lite för mycket eller för litet, och allt är förstört’ som Blyth så klokt säger.

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Allah is the Time

Den elektriska principen – är Qafr-principen:

idol/staty-dyrkar-principen:

separation som skapar ett starkt magnetfält –

många människor utbrunna batterier att kasseras och en bitvis död natur.

’to grieve an old mischief is the best way to bring new mischief on’ – (Shakespeare)

De söker smärta och att dela solen – för att verka materiella fördelar.

’woe to the one who is persistent upon hardship’ – Profet Muhammad

It is the weight of time that matters… (not how much time has elapsed)

the idol-worshipping woman, goes with a gaze

separating units – people

into ‘not good enough’ and ‘my space’

the split hurt, as the man looks down on her

with the sun in his face

becomes a chain

reaction that sucks down health

into a drain…

some in despair turn into statue-worship

others’ think: I’ll become an idol

and into the worship of the same sinks..

connecting pleasure with pain…

and leaving the honest person for no specific reason at all

out to die in the rain…

as her sick mind is focused upon inflicting the pain

and split herself off after the ecstatic pleasure phase –

the mind thus disturbed with it’s inflicted unease

appears unserious

the way that then is staked out – can be various…

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To adorarnas kk

April 27, 2020

You stole away the magic from my eyes. And claimed your club was a paradise.
That the one who gained entrance to, would have an easy fix to a faked ‘I love you’.
Jews spread the disease paranoid skizophreni.
What just a moment ago, came naturally, became slowly filled with horrow and filth.
What Allah willed to be, you impeded cunningly.
Thanks to God today I’m enough square-headed to understand you tactics.
I’ve gone through unbearable sorrow to reach here, now again you want to impede and take all joy away from earth and me.
I just sit straight down this to say, so I will have a happy day.

Like Jack de Mollay’s curse, as he was burned by the inquisition, made the temperature in France drop 20 degrees in just some minutes,
and there came, a famine:
likewise is the work you do, hurtful to the whole lovelife of society.
You’re a machine separating ones and zeroes.

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Vår framtid beror mycket på associationsbanor – därför säger Sunnah: uttala inte Allahs namn på toaletten, då blir du besatt av en demon.

’Allt beror på sinnet’ – säger österländsk visdom.

Den som börjar associera Allah med lukten av avföring, kommer se sin framtid lösas upp och falla ned mot reptilformer.

Sunnah säger även åt oss, att inte knulla vår(a) hustru(r) i röven.

Kanske borde man med tanke på detta, ha dusch och toalett i separata rum?

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Sweden 2020 – a brainwashed state of vampyres

April 28, 2020

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Sweden 2020 concentrating all negativity on the scapegoat – here called p.s. They say is an ‘incurable disease’ (that someone might actually be blessed with divinity, instead of catching the first fly they can get hold of, and like a spider digest it, making some more cobweb they call literature as to catch more … dreaming of a tasty bird finally…) noone is supposoed to notice the real culprits.

Such a person can be the health of the world, (a fountain where the water is ever fresh, instead of a cistern, that is supposed to be transported back and forth, and the content rotting, like the living rest…) But that’s not enough… like Joseph K. in The Process – they will cut his heart wide open.

Actually, he has to be much more healthy and virtuous-minded than the others – otherwise he’s untrusted and gets screwd by societie’s pliers. The least insecurity in his voice, makes the others suspect, ‘that one is a skizo-friend’.

The state Jahbulon dreamed of long ago, where the kitty-on-the-catwalk gets you into a trance, then, you get battered, with insults that dance – and – in panic you fly straight into the trap: the spider(‘s web), is enhanced.

It is the angels – who rule the weathers – an enormous fountain bearer. Everything depends upon the mind – from the intention, the given situations arise. I’m no wretched poet – but an Imam – the vampyres fight against me reaching Paradise. That’s why, I’m in relation to my ‘crime’ the most hunted man in (at) this very time. Surely I’m no spy(der), but an honest man, doing Allahs work on earth.

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The sufis in Copenhagen, put intellect as a means to gain wisdom. They lack compassioness – and just want to grab that piece of intuition. Just like herring they all turned their heads – at the same fucking direciton, and called oe of the 12(th) (great) Imam(s) a qafr, for something they’d caused themselves (by their ignorance.) They must mention Allahs name much, as they sit pooping. Since their way of evaluating a question is like doping. Maybe all sufis today are like that; in comes fertile rain – but in their brain – no life comes out – just digesting it straight down into the snake that squeezes a fart out, though no one hears the shit – since it’s held back. The feeling though arise.. they bow down, they wash every limb and hand, but like the airplane (in Saga Wendotte’s collage) ‘Reality comes crashing down’.

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The dogs of Hell in Sweden!..

well – it’s hard to tell…

you’re not allowed to speak or write about them,

then you get sentenced for ‘racism’

they’re a shadow, that can attack you at any time from behind,

and the believers in this doctrine, gets sickdom into their minds…

and project the same, at the innocent victim…

well, it’s hard to tell, who are the culprits?!:

the dogs of hell!

and the swedes their victims, but, in far worse situation!:

the chemical lobotomization!

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The women is a mirror,

held up to the real man’s sun:..

like a moon those pearly eyes shine

beautifully in the last beams of the evening sun…

the sickle, starts the game:

who’ll be making it? or – simply the same? as my paranoid projections?

then: shall I, or shall I not…?

she gets hot, and becomes pregnant with your child:

realize: that’s how it works out, in the wild!

They don’t ever want to allow the moon to get full –

so – they split and split for the idols to win

and – their other half –

an ‘eternal looser’ be…

the sickle (oh my gosh!)

has taken a hold of the world and me!

Horace Engdahl skriver i Meteorer falskt, mycket falskt, att sinnessjuka människor ’vet precis’ – faktum är att detta är grunden till friskhet: utan tes, så finns ingen antites – inget energifält vari magnetism kan upplevas, och alltså ingen syntes. ’Dåren som framhärdar i dårskap skall bli vis’ skriver William Blake. Att sätta tes och antites i samma mening, är splitter, ett typ av sjuk självcensur. Att veta precis får dock inte vara ett ’credo in absurdum’, där den hävdade vetskapen går över till att bli en vetenskap eller t.o.m. en typ av trossats. Det måste stanna på tesis-planet.

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You were angry once!?

Now – you’ll be that for the rest of your life…

that’s because you have no rights… you see…

we’ll permanent the condition, by enforcing “medicine”…

‘ a stingy thought is the worst’ as Allah says.. surely!

so now… come along with me..

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Falsk blygsamhet är det värsta jag vet… den falskt navelskåd-samme kvinnan, väljer att sätta sig vid den falske mannen, som ytligt sätt verkar glad, verkar vara ’framåt-hannen’.

Att ha mist sina huggtänder och klor, leder till tristess, att lockas att ge sig till en best.

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Idolerna och deras dyrkares (och deras slavar statydyrkarnas) filosofi är enkelt uttryckt i O Bombas ord:

’yes I can’

kan de göra dig illa, råna dig, förnedra dig, gör dessa det. Ifall de inte kan – väntar de på ’rätt’ tillfälle.

Deras taktik är att erbjuda dig lockande ting när du inte behöver dem, om du dock blir beroende, så ser de till att du får betala dyrt, ifall du alls ska få något från dem.

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written Friday 5th June 2020 - at about 15 o clock James Samples on hötorget hosting - Make believe The impostor flashed a line of 'wealthy assets' in front of my eyes that I of course wasn't supposed to ask about 'golden promises charm' his half lies I saw through the faked 'I love you' I really admires his wit but - as his promises was to be 'fulfilled' didn't fit. There came the hit, on my social reputation and the 'sensation' about the disgusting 'thanks' he gave. I had told him 'one more time, me on an impostor goes down, that could ruin my life' the bastard didn't care there was something in the air of 'always evading' to get caught red handed. And that wasn't all he persecuted me - so I would fall may Allah not let him succeed I didn't know actually a person could be so nice and still be a deadly peril... P.S. Some hours later, this prophecy came true - D.S. The impostor is working in blackmail fashion Peeking into many different situations And in secret gather information. When he knows he’s got that card to push his yet unaware victim Into desperation He simply leaves it there Coming up with some phony explanation The victim feeling that sting of irritation Is slowly pushed further and further towards the ledge. When he blows his top The assault comes as a shock Unless at that point He’s done everything right All to Allah’s might. That devil will focus on an overproportioned fault And self-righteously claim ‘it’s all your fault’ That lie is (one of) the worst hurts. Part 3. Written 08:30 10 June 2020 He’s a traitor on all levels – Materia he craves, and is prepared to destroy your friends and lovers By giving “what you really think about them” Some words you’ve thrown out in desperation previously. He’s a traitor to Allah and enlightenment As Periander suddenly turning In pretence the whole thing was a joke, Murdering the new-born baby With his own hands. He’s foremost using some myth, of his skills in saving people from accidents. Everybody is supposed to admire his past background, When suddenly the interrogation bulb, is flashed in your face And smite gets your good name And that devil has no shame, At all levels of reality comes the assault The traitor being worst than Judas, who out of envy betrayed the Master, But only by leading the enemy to the physical site Judas hanged himself later, But this devil will never have even that much sense. ***

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Skriven 5 Juni på morgonen Odd Wingdahl mytologi 1 I Odd Wingdahls mytologi, är det att driva andra till vansinne - genom att krympa deras luftrum, genom att vägra acceptera några alternativ, dvs. de förbjuder dig att göra 1. Du gör som 2. det förbjuder de också. När du gör som 3. så driver de dig till vansinne. Detta kallar denna djävul för 'överkänslighet' ! 'Allah lägger inte på en människa mer än den orkar bära' Så ni morska okänsliga idioter, varsågod! ta emot skiten! Säkerligen kommer ni aldrig bli 'överkänsliga'.

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How can a woman’s beauty

be restored

if we are created in the wombs of our mothers?

but – by sufficing to the male force

and become an admirer of Allahs power?

If that envy goes away

the male can restore her health

in a miraculous way

For the male

when that jealousy cracks his skull

and only the bones remain

without a brain

and a cold wind whistles through

and split feels the old secret ‘I love you’

and the shit of the world

as an envious snake is coming through

his great sublimity

to suffer to make room for his love

cleaning away all disgusting obstacles

 a readiness that the impossible can be done

and finally

after long perilous strain

he could become a sun.

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Wingdahl family syndrome:

as soon a positive force, exists between the two

they send in an agent to destroy that pure love in them two…

giving of charms to one of ‘em

tempting with titles and expected accumulation!

Just some cynical wit, and the “critizism” begins

“how much can you take of this shit? hö hö…”

“We go on down the tunnel that end in Hell –

but on the way, I puzzle my victim!”

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Den stackars kompanionen

Skrattretande är min kompanion:

likt han ville nåt gott –

fast maskerade sin ton:

stjärnglansen förblindar lätt den

som icke nått den rätta tyngdpunkten:

Låt dig dock aldrig splittra upplevelsen!

situationen blir då bara värre!

Skratta och glädj dig,

jag hoppas det lär den stackarn

att uppskatta den upphöjelse som kommer med publikationen!

Från den positionen –

kan vi sublimera storverken!:

den stora onda myten är sprucken i bitar –

från och med nu kan vi växa mer naturligt –

vi motsatser i världen.

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They just have a big haze

possessed by the light of Satan.

They can excert no power,

except as a group

they have lost the connection with the unseen

and their prayer is meaningless since they don’t give for Allahs sake

But on distance I can move them as a group

but as soon as I show up – get bartered with stupid hate and contempt.

Unenlightened muslims

without the power of zikhr….

their light flickers…

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‘är det enbart en villfarelse av vår natur, att när många olyckor kommer tillsammans (samtidigt) vi gärna inbillar oss att det bästa är nära?” skriver jag någonstans i Jag lever i vår tid, Bruni.

Detta har en djup, men mycket enkel förklaring: att bli räddad utav Allah – att uppnå hans Medlidande, att uppleva kärlek, är det högsta, det som, kan ta oss till Paradiset.

Då människors masker faller, och vi ser deras gränslösa egoism och girighet, deras fullständiga avsaknad av empati: detta är det bästa!

Då slipper vi förslösa mer falska förhoppningar på dem, och Allah ger det övertaget till oss (Allahuma amin), detta är mirakulöst, den stora konsten, och bara vi bevisat oss vara beredda att kasta oss rakt in i det vi möter som ’intighet’ (nihil), är Allahs nåd på detta vis möjlig.

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Hemligheten med varför världen särbehandlar mig till det negativa, och kräver att jag ska vara en outsinlig källa av andlig illumination de vill dricka ur och bli ”kända” och tillfredsställda, är för att Allah genom mig håller den i ett fast grepp.

Då de hatar detta grepp, och vill fortsätta leva sina småaktiga behagliga liv, blir de rasande och börjar förfölja och få för sig massa sjuka paranoida vanföreställningar de projicerar på mig, för att de kan (tror de) komma undan med det.

’No one is allowed to leave this planet’, som Paul Bowles uttryckte det, med andra ord, är Paradisets dörrar öppna för dig, lagar Satan till en djävla soppa och vill ha dig med som en extra cullinarisk krydda.

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To consume physical meat, weather it be a meatbeef, or an intercourse, separates the spirit from the common sea of pleasure and soulreunion.

Therefore monks who are in search of Self-power, are vegetarians and live a celibate life.

This kind of life is good in it’s cultivation of Self-power, but not yet really human.

‘It’s human to be weak’, is a very true sentence, though, evil people through the ages has claimed themselves to be ‘great sinners’ – using these two to excuse their evilness.

A muslim is really human.

Christianity produces geniuses, that the mass get jealous of, and sacrifices if they can.

The geniuses become spiritual meat that the masses wants to devour.

Islam presented the idea, that, if the two illicit meat sources are done in a fashion pleasing to Allah, it might still affect the soul, but in that way that no human is God, all of us are weak creatures, thus taking away the idea that one man, is supposed to be a spiritual well the masses sacrifice to Satan eventually, after he’s done all he can.

Islam came with the idea, that a muslim is a human, and thus has the right to exist, as such, under the condition that he follows the rules of Islam, and is prepared to be punished if he transgresses these.

With this comes the idea that it doesn’t matter what other people thing about us, as long as Allah forgives us.

The illness of Christianity became the thought, that the mass, was supposed to forgive the genius for giving too much, being too good, it became a disbelief and revolt (teaser) against God’s command.

“when is that Doomsday you speak about coming anyway?!’

Islam cured this (and this is surely the reason why Christians regard Prophet Muhammad as inferior to Christ, or even an impostor) by Muhammad being as everybody else, but in the best, most excellent honest manner.

By this the Christ sickness, was broken down, and the fabulous idea that a human is allowed to exist on earth, simply for being a muslim (a believer), what a relief!