I have a feeling, like with my disappeared mail, everything and everybody will work together to stop it from happening. We'll see.
I want to go and if the universe doesn't support me I'll still find a way. And if I have to walk there, I'll go.
What I would love to have happening is a big cool meet up with as many as possible from ATS to join. Then we wander through the city discussing and
having a true hippy fest. Love and joy for everybody!
Since this thought crossed my mind it's become the only thing I want.
The beauty of it and the logic behind it is, religion doesn't matter. It's just the place where many important events took place. One loaded with
thought-energy throughout the ages.
My personal miracle would be the feeling we will have when we're holding hands and feel the warm air in our faces, while we have a sit in on Temple
Mount radiating peace each of us with an olive branch in our left hand.
Singing demons from Imagine Dragons. Haha, not really. You probably already get shot for trying to sit in there with a bunch of colourful
non-religious people on vacation. But we could try, right? First problem will be what would they do if I take my clothes of celebrating the only true
temple of god: my body.
Uahaha all of them hate female naked bodies, Christians, Muslims and Jews alike. That's a big problem. They probably read this, know that I want to
get naked on Temple Mount and will never let me in. Says my paranoia. Ooh even better and more magic would it be if we ... #ing for peace. As
They'd so freak out. Celebration of love, guys on gals, gals on gals, guys on guys, one sweaty pile of weeping human flesh. In the midst of ultra
prude "holy" people... ah one can dream...
Don't worry I won't pressure anyone to do something they don't want. What would the world say? I bet that would get us some tv time.
"Today a bunch of conspiracy nuts on vacation felt so overcome with the Holy Spirit they started an orgy on Temple Mount which swept through first the
entire city of Jerusalem and later through the entire region..."
Haha. I won't dress like a censor box, ever.
That's what I call Muslim women: censor boxes. And I often wonder what huge sluts they have to be. That's why they dress like censor boxes, no?
Because all they think about and all they want is to # all the time. Ts, ts, ts. And they're not afraid to show it. Whores. I mean it's less
suspicious to wear a mini skirt than a headscarf in Europe and elsewhere. But I see a censor box and I think: horny animal. I see hot pants and I
think: nice legs. There's definitely a difference.
Especially when they drag around 500 children, I mean they're not just getting born because you're married. You have to # 500 times to make 500
children. Everybody knows you're that much sexually active. And that you obviously like to spread your legs publicly because at a birth you show your
private parts to at least three strangers.
It's all very confusing, like somebody wasn't really thinking stuff through when they invented Muslim "culture".
I'm not a fan.
But I drifted off. Jerusalem. I want it to happen, I wonder how hard it will be to make it happen. And I wonder if it will be me all by myself.
What I wrote there is even funnier with the little side note that 2013 was the last time I allowed somebody to touch me. I can call soooooo many
people sluts and they think I am because of what I think and write, but I only do it if real magic is at play.
Will I fall madly in love with TEOT, if he comes? Or Reverbs? Or BBD? Or nobody and we argue the whole week? Which sounds like a lot of fun either
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