Skinny Jeans Argument Saved A Rapist

Women deserve and will have better. Ruling in favor of a predator, who violated someone’s rights, because of clothing is unacceptable. Misogyny comes from the Devil, he made sure when distorting bibles, Qurans etc…to erase the divine feminine. As if we aren’t Gods and our male counterparts are the only answer (read Mick Jagger Wants To Be A Woman). Trust, I’m going to teach a lesson no one forgets.

Hinduism, the first religion we show ourselves in, got it the most accurate. As if my husband would ever align with such abuse and dehumanization. We are equal opposites, I’m the energy, he is stillness (read Jaquana Cornelius Is Kali Ma). I also won’t have trans woman disrespecting the people they’re modeling themselves after, it’s another form of misogyny. Proving how powerful epigenetics are. You don’t see trans men acting like that. You will respect women, our boundaries, or suffer the consequences. No means no. Via: MyVoiceMyChoice

“Night Owl” Respect The Womb

“God came through a woman’s body. It is time a womb was given the respect it deserves.”
-The Surgeon’s Daughter

Artist: Jesse Jinghan Liu

First In The Bloodline Trend Part 2

Carrying the torch is cool, but so is being original (read First In The Bloodline Trend Part 1. Never be afraid to do your own thing, bringing something new to your bloodline. Also remember epigenetics and generational curses are real. Being chosen to break cycles and pass down better, evolved patterns, is daunting but worth it. What do you want to be the first in your bloodline to accomplish? Via: Zikoko Magazine

“The Women” By Kristin Hannah

At a party celebrating her brother Finley being shipped overseas to fight in Vietnam, Frances McGarth’s eyes are opened to the possibility of women as heroes. Found standing in front of her father’s coveted heroes wall by Rye Walsh, Finely’s friend, who inspires her to serve. Frances proceeds to volunteer as a nurse, the only way women are allowed to participate in combat. Hoping she’d be able to see her brother and be the first female addition to the wall, adorned with her ancestors who served in previous battles. Once there, Frances finds out the infirmary is fraught with trauma and danger. Leaving her in do or die situations.

It’s in Vietnam where she meets life long best friends Barbara Johnson & Ethel Flint, after being put through the wringer. Women who become family. Pulling her out of the trenches of despair as she battles ptsd, heartbreak, deception, betrayal, drug addiction and self-harm. Reacclimatizing to life back home is difficult when society invalidates the role women played in the war, denying their existent overseas altogether, and degrades veterans upon re-entry. A harrowing, bittersweet must read. To everyone who participated after being coerced by the United States Government and discarded, thank you for your service. Via: Amazon

First In The Bloodline Trend Part 1

Following in footsteps to continue a legacy is cool and all, but let’s take a moment for the black sheep. Those who are the first to ever do it in their bloodline. Veering isn’t easy, kudos to those who carve their own path. Big or small. Are you the first in your bloodline to do something? Via: Zikoko Magazine

“Vessels Of The Alchemical Sun”

“Thank God for girlfriends. In this crazy, chaotic, divided world that was run by men, you could count on the women.”
-The Women

Artist: Marie Alexander

Don’t Forget To Fill Your Cup

Fill your cup before you help somebody else. When a plane is in turmoil what are you instructed to do?

Place your oxygen mask on first, then help those around you.

This goes for everyone, especially women, who are taught to place the needs of others before theirs. Sacrificing ourselves is glorified. We’re indoctrinated to believe that’s our duty and sole purpose. Never forget misogyny comes from Satan. What you do passes down to your children epigenetically. Turn off those toxic switches. Are you receiving as much as you’re giving? Via: NaturalDiva416

Iranian Revolution Was Suppose To Kill Tali Farhadian

I’ve already established Mick Jagger, aka The Devil, incarnated before all the Divines to get a head-start (read Revelation 9: The Antichrist Is…). Keeping tabs on us. The ultimate misogynist, he created the Iranian Revolution in order to kill Tali Farhadian Weinstein. She’s Nike (read Revelation 4: Tali Is Nike Incarnate). Here’s the High Times interview that led me to the discovery. Michael Philip Jagger names his favorite places to visit. Emphasizing an admiration of Tehran.

Timeline: Tali was born in 1975 or 1976 in TEHRAN. The Iranian Revolution, where women’s rights were completely stripped from them, occurred in 1979. Leading Tali to the United States as a refuge, escaping the dehumanizing regime. Mind you, Mick Jagger gave this interview in 1980. He doesn’t say I use to like Tehran, jubilant that women are being abused. Visiting often to ensure his plans execution. The ultimate misogynist, he’s made a career out of mistreating women. Objectifying, torturing, and debasing us (read Mick Jagger Tried To Marsha Hunt Me). Having a father who beat her senseless, Jerry Hall equates toxicity to love. Enduring his antics for twenty plus years.

We had no inkling of our identities, but Mick did. Referencing us as Nike Athena on an “It’s Only Rock n’ Roll” poster (read Revelation 3: Stones Albums Are Prophetic). Do note he was living in New York during the 80’s to stalk me and my husband Lewis Dvorkin/Jesus/Shiva, before birth, watching our families (read Proof: Mick Jagger Watched ESMS). Lewis told me Mick Jagger is Satan, before sacrificing himself to protect me. Leading the frontman to veil my memory (read More Memory Glamour Evidence). The immense pain and frustration this caused his family, when I genuinely didn’t recognize them, had no idea I was his girlfriend, never talked about him to friends, yet inexplicably continued staring up at his window.

If not for Sara Tam, whose wedding Mick Jagger tried to keep me from attending at all costs, no one would believe me (read Mick Jagger Altered My Reality). I’ve regained my memories, she hasn’t. Still living in an altered reality we once shared. He forced me to take him as my date, insisted on handling the accommodations, tried taking the last of my money etc. I planned on bringing someone else, unable to comprehend his erratic, frenetic investment in the event. Until now.

During the interview Mick Jagger addresses the gender inequality in Iran. Commenting about the sexual identity of their male citizens, based on how women are treated.

Stating they’re all gay and that he’s a religious person. He has to be, distorting a majority of the Bible, Quran, myths, and other stories, perverting the Divine and our symbols, and being fallen Archangel Samael. I mean. To be fair, Mick told us who he was, leaving clues throughout his oeuvre the entirety of his career.

Religion was created to control the masses sans questioning, with “sacred” text written exclusively by men. Immediately the foundation derives from Satan, when the divine feminine is removed from the savior. Devaluing us. All those who believe this is acceptable behavior are due to hell, like their predecessors. Are you dense nigga? I’m a fucking Goddess, dogma is a sign of low intelligence and I hate stupidity. Fuck around and find out.

We all need restraining orders against Mick Jagger. Flying in and out of Iran to watch Tali Farhadian as a child, subsequently plotting her murder, is fucking creepy. Typical (read Revelation 13: Moloch/Baal/ Satan…Are The Same Entity). He’s a mentally unstable demon. I obey my husband, because he made me feel safe and loved, worshipped me. Women are not property, we’re sacred. Respect is earned not demanded. A bunch of idiot cowards, following after an unwell nigga. Enjoy your time, like the Ayatollah and those before you. Hell is forever, Kali & Shiva. Via: Talk Weinstein, High Times Magazine & Jewish Insider

“Everything I Know About Love” Dolly Alderton

Pretty much waited a year for this book. It was like stepping into a time capsule and looking in a mirror. Despite growing up in London to my New York City, Dolly Alderton’s upbringing as a millennial was the same as mine. Although she used MSN messager instead of AIM. A year older than me, her experiences were extremely relatable. From the dawn of the internet to partying like a hedonistic rockstar, Keith Richards serving as inspo (read Happy Birthday Keith Richards!). My friends and I lived out our 20’s in the same vein, I too dubbed this feminism, our millennial burning of bras. The search of adventure, feeling invincible, knowing the armor of youth providing regenerative superpowers after a night out was ephemeral. The messiest decade, leading me to create this blog. After commiserating about our hardships a co-worker crowned me the saint of our 20’s, due to my sage survival advice. Which is essentially what this memoir does.

Alderton navigates adulthood and learns love comes in many forms, focusing on her friendships over romantic partners. Not everyone is meant to have a permanent lover and children, which has been the mandate for women due to the patriarchy. Her biggest lesson is external love amounts to nothing without learning to love yourself. Still gobsmacked that she calls the emptiness from lack of self-love the void (me too). How carrying around that icky feeling propels you to do the inner work and evolve into a better person. Accepting your imperfections and learning to love yourself in spite of them. Finally enjoying your own company, instead of looking outside for fulfillment and removing the wrong people from your life, because you’ve changed. Literally went on the same exact journey, same terminology and all. This memoir asks the reader, how do you define yourself and why? Also why were we all trying to be Keith Richards? Via: Amazon

“Kim Jiyoung Born 1982” By Cho Nam-Jo

This story takes places in South Korea, centering around Kim Jiyoung. A housewife who becomes possessed by the mutual deceased friend of the couple. Incredulous by his wife spewing private information only the dead knows her husband is freaked out, and missing his obedient, mostly docile partner. Made more perplexing by the memory lapse that follows. Kim Jiyoung doesn’t remember anything when taken over by the other spirit.

From there the book chronicles her life growing up in South Korea, from childhood into the present day. Flashing back to glimpses of mother’s life as well. The most influential person in shaping her. The reader gains an understanding of life as a woman in South Korea and it’s dismal. Decades of sexism favoring men, women having to give up their careers to raise children thanklessly, while having their role as a mother diminished, blamed for sexual harassment, and a job market that leaves them with scraps. No wonder Kim Jiyoung loses her sense of identity.

A must read. Dealing with themes of gender, sacrifice, family, motherhood, mysticism, sexuality and relationships. Kim Jiyoung Born 1982 is educational and emboldens my feminist beliefs. A world run by misogynistic, apathetic men, is a broken one. The cultural knowledge gave clarity to the actions of my Korean boss at Gammeeok. To him women aren’t valued and seen as a nuisance. Smashing the patriarchy globally is for the betterment of the world. Times up boys. Via: Amazon