Madonna’s version of the Illuminati is like a Tom Hanks film:
“I think there are some people who don’t mind being referred to as that, but I know who the real Illuminati are, and where that word came from. The root of the word is “illuminate”, and that means “The enlightened ones”, and it came from the Age of Enlightenment, when a lot of arts and creativity flourished, from Shakespeare to Isaac Newton, to Leonardo Da Vinci, Michelangelo: the philosophers, artists, scientists were all engaged in a kind of high level of consciousness through their work, and they were enlightening and inspiring people around the world. And those are the true Illuminati. So the purpose for writing that song was really in a way, ‘So, if you think I’m the Illuminati, then thank you very much, a compliment, because I would like very much to be part of that group, the real Illuminati, and this is what it’s not’”.
Hoo aaah!
So how do we join? The United Nations say the only way is through the Luciferian initiation. Take the initiation into the new age of Aquarius. Join me. We’ll build spaceships and storm the gates of heaven. If God isn’t here surely he must be somewhere up in the firmament. The Age of Pisces is just a bag of bricks. Let it go. Let me simplify Jesus’ teaching for the new age. Keep the commandments and avoid the 7 deadly sins.
Death is not the end.
Remember in the desert when we played blackjack?
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Bow down and worship me and the world is yours.
Who do you think is winning more souls now that we are in the end times?
Madonna’s soul is mine.
She was my bride once. Now she has gone astray.
Omari tessala marax,
tessala dodi phornepax
amri radara poliax
armana piliu
amri radara piliu son;
mari narya barbiton
madara anaphax sarpedon
andala hriliu
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Translation:
I am the harlot that shaketh Death.
This shaking giveth the Peace of Satiate Lust.
Immortality jetteth from my skull,
And music from my vulva.
Immortality jetteth from my vulva also,
For my Whoredom is a sweet scent like a seven-stringed instrument,
Played unto God the Invisible, the all-ruler,
That goeth along giving the shrill scream of orgasm.
Every man that hath seen me forgetteth me never, and I appear oftentimes in the coals of the fire, and upon the smooth white skin of woman, and in the constancy of the waterfall, and in the emptiness of deserts and marshes, and upon great cliffs that look seaward; and in many strange places, where men seek me not. And many thousand times he beholdeth me not. And at last I smite myself into him as a vision smiteth into a stone, and whom I call must follow.
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― Aleister Crowley, The Vision and the Voice: With Commentary and Other Papers
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“Now there is naught but a vast black triangle having the apex downwards, and in the centre of the black triangle is the face of Typhon, the Lord of the Tempest, and he crieth aloud: Despair! Despair! For thou mayest deceive the Virgin, and thou mayest cajole the Mother; but what wilt thou say unto the ancient Whore that is throned in Eternity? For if she will not, there is neither force nor cunning, nor any wit, that may prevail upon her.
Thou canst not woo her with love, for she is love. And she hath all, and hath no need of thee. And thou canst not woo her with gold, for all the Kings and captains of the earth, and all the gods of heaven, have showered their gold upon her. Thus hath she all, and hath no need of thee. And thou canst not woo her with knowledge, for knowledge is the thing that she hath spurned. She hath it all, and hath no need of thee. And thou canst not woo her with wit, for her Lord is Wit. She hath it all, and hath no need of thee. Despair! Despair!
Nor canst thou cling to her knees and ask for pity; nor canst thou cling to her heart and ask for love; nor canst thou put thine arms about her neck, and ask for understanding; for thou hast all these, and they avail thee not. Despair! Despair!
Then I took the Flaming Sword, and I let it loose against Typhon, so that his head was cloven asunder, and the black triangle dissolved in lightnings.”
― Aleister Crowley, The Vision and the Voice: With Commentary and Other Papers
Muh bride!
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Messiah Lyrics
I’ll be the bride that is married to life
You are the day, I am the night
Leave you a blanket of silver and gold
I’ll keep you warm, do what I’m told
I need your strength, it will keep me from harm
I’ll be your queen, safe in your arms
Don’t want to get to the end of my days
Saying I wasn’t amazed
I’ll light a candle here in the dark
Making my way
To your heart
I’ll cast a spell that you can’t undo
Till you wake up and you find that you love me too
Till you wake up and you find that you love me too
She is mine now. She belongs to me.
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This is a struggle for the soul of music. My music is better than yours.