Confessions of a Piquerist

~Violetta Mort expected her boyfriend to come visit her that afternoon, she picked up some fresh groceries to make dinner for him. It was fall, the leaves were crackling on the grown making the sound of dog paws running behind her. But she knew better

Finally her building is at sight. She takes out her keys and walks through the hall… bag of groceries hits the floor….

It’s 9pm and Jack hasn’t heard from his girlfriend. She was supposed to make dinner for him and he was spending the night over. He decides to head out to her place anyway. It was so unlikely of her to flake out like that. She’s usually the exited one whenever he makes time for her.

At 9:42pm Jack arrives at her building. He never liked the area too much because of the desolation. The meat packing district shouldn’t have apartments for rent, at least that’s how he always thought.

He walks into the building taking out his copy of her apartment keys. He then notices a bag of groceries in the grown. He picks it up since all the produce seemed intact and fresh. Oddly enough it’s exactly what Violetta told him she would be making for dinner. He then speeds up to her apartment finding the door unlocked. She was sitting in the floor soaked in blood with a kitchen knife on hand. Across from her, a man with a pantyhose covering his face, full of gashes and motionless. It was obvious that he wasn’t breathing.

Jack ran to assist her but she was in shock. She wouldn’t move nor talk. She just stared at the knife. Jack finally got her attention and asked her what happened.

Violetta explained: -I was getting into the apartment building when this man pushed me in, he had this knife I’m holding, on my neck and he told me not to scream. He had me open my door and threw me in the floor, dragged me by my hair to the bed and started ripping my clothes. When he took out his dick I kicked it so hard that the knife fell off his hand and he fell on the floor. I grabbed the knife and jumped on him stabbing him repeatedly until I was sure he couldn’t hurt me.

Jack proceeded to call the police.  Once the police came over and Violetta explained the facts they took a look at the building’s entrance video footage. -It all adds up to her story, the detective told the sergeant. -I don’t think you need to take her to the precinct today for her statement.

Violetta decided to go down to the precinct and give her statement that night. She wanted to get over it as soon as possible. And she did…

That night, Jack asked Violetta to move in with him. They had been seeing each other for over a year and he wanted to make sure he was always there for her.

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Six months later…

Violetta and Jack finished accommodating Violetta’s furniture and décor at Jack’s apartment. After her incident, that same month Violetta packed her stuff and sublet her apartment to a young couple. She didn’t tell them what happened, she just told them she had decided to move in with her boyfriend. She didn’t want to talk about it ever again.

Jack worked nights and Violetta freelanced, mostly at night. Their schedules were perfect. They slept during the day and worked at night. They had weekends together. Violetta kept the apartment clean and there was always dinner for Jack. She would make him a snack for work as well.

One night, jack was sick and decided to stay home. He didn’t tell Violetta because he didn’t want to worry her. Around 11:45pm, jack hears the front door open. He stayed quietly in bed and saw Violetta come in with blood all over her hands. As freaked out as he was, he stayed quiet, since his curiosity was greater than his fear.

Violetta gently took off her clothes and put them in a black bag, she went to the bathroom and turn on the shower. After half hour she came out of the shower and freaked out when she saw jack looking into the black bag. He wanted her to see him looking, he couldn’t understand what happened. He thought she was at work.

Violetta had no choice but to confess…

-Ever since I killed the man who tried to rape me, I’ve been obsessed with stabbing. I tried getting mental health but no treatment would take those feelings off my chest. The way the knife impaled the skin… it was exhilarating. So…. I only work three nights a week. The other two nights I go out and pretend to be an innocent girl carrying her groceries taking a shortcut home. I go through the toughest neighborhoods and desolated areas. When I feel someone following me, I let him drag me and then I kick him in the crotch and proceed to stab him repeatedly until he stops breathing. I’ve been doing this for a month now. I’ve killed eight men, most African American and Hispanic, two Caucasians.

Jack sat on the bed, drank from a glass of water he had on the nightstand, laid down and said: “good night baby. Love you”.~

                                                                                                                               

My favorite poem by Neruda ~

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ~

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We go through life trying to connect with others without realizing, we are connected already. All we need to do is trust our magnetic pulls. -Nix

We have the power to alter our way of thinking. Sometimes we let our feelings get in the way, which it's fine. But i believe we should never let our feelings stop us from evolving. ~

Rapture of a mystical journey with the multi universes

Living mystically in this tantric realm of ecstatic moments, traveling multi-universes in the vast ocean of Divine’s creation, is what comprise the mystic’s monumental merging fractal time with God’s eternal time. When you exult the human body, cellular tissues, fibers, memories, atomic and molecular chemistry of the human species, consciousness of your being. You become one with the vibrations and electrical movements of the Universe aligning the magnetic fields of mother Earth Gaia. As you exult in orgasmic rapture of the electrifying force in the universe, you become one in awe to the grandeur expression of creation, expansive, vast, boundless, holographic fields of the matrix.
Living within the micro and macrocosm of this cosmic soul, the soul erupting in ecstatic motion as in the seismic activities of an active volcanic eruptions, melting lava that flows from this heightened intense heat of fire and expulsions. Just like a mystic, the fire within its heart consumes what this material world can offer, but does not entice the soul of a mystic as it knows the illusion and fear from it’s deceptive and cunning ways to manipulate and control the mind, body, and soul of a person who is going through the motions of life without awakening and awareness. There will be no movements or shift from what is a cloudy turbulent emotions just like a typhoon swirling around the object of desires and faculties of the living dead mind’s consciousness.
The soul evolves as it becomes aware of the motions and voices of the head. Truly one had to be cunning and know the ways of the world in order for someone to truly recognized what is a true mystical event from what the mind can project into this world and based on fear agenda. We are to wake up and realize that this world of illusion is going to dissipate without understanding the level or degrees of separation that this generation’s ego had put out in the collective consciousness of human beings. This is the time to rise up and become an anchor to the Earth and take precedence over the beautiful creations and be a co creator of the Universal mind.
The fire is the Kundalin rising as the electrical movements of the body passes through the spine and anchoring this to the roots chakra in order to ground this electrifying energetic movements within the cellular and biological cellular movements. The mind is blown away completely forgetting the ego but allowing the movements of this experiences, the morphing of the facial tissues into different faces of women that had touched this collective consciousness of humanity and the femininity of the goddess self.
We are electric and magnetic fields of forces as we evolve becoming multi dimensional living beings, we become this holographic fields.This emergence between the union of our electric and magnetic fields of light and love. The union or bonding of information and compassionate wisdom from the heart of Gaia, the mother archetypal blueprint of Earth. We live symbolically coded in sacred geometrical configurations. These laws of Physics and configurations of existence will be explored when one reaches the Kundalini rising of this magnetic energetic fields from the Mother Earth Gaia aligning with the portal of root chakra. The Tantra in Yoga exploring this path that takes place in the energetic components of the Chakra vorteces that each contains and holds the vibrating fields. The frequency that holds every Chakra is quite unique to each and every one. It holds a certain vibratory frequency and color band as it contains different body organs and functions. Can you imagine these chakra energy systems function as a whole orchestra in synchronized movements of one and the other bodily functions. In the final analysis of the collective consciousness they all sum up as one hologram just like human beings, we are all one in many different suits or archetypal energies that we carry or project in this lifetime. That explains the Law of Integration in the summation of all that is.
One is not the same without the other, everyone is a part of oneness, whether it’s bad or good, dark or light, the key to this secret is to allow or surrender to your Higher power, recognizing that we are all part of the river of consciousness and treasure whatever is being given to you by the universe. Life is a constant manifestation of the changes in the movement and vibration of the crystalline structures fields of light and waves. Arranging itself from the light band, thus problems with the nuclear reaction procedure, a different set of instruments in the data bank of cellular consciousness and functions.
The Tantric is the cellular congruent of information, therefore creating cataclysm changes in the up coming chaos. Order will present itself when the disturbance or chaos had manifested in the surface. Just like the drama in the experiences of life. Others forget their spiritual lessons so they choose the pattern to come back again until the lesson is activate in their being and does not reoccur again. The Serpent of light is the kundalini that is rising from our energy centers receiving from the Source or cosmic portal, connecting to the core column of light that we are and anchoring this pure light into the heart of Mother Earth Gaia. We are in this E=MC2 of the equation of our new consciousness, shifting into the holographic fields of crystalline structures.
What happens is that we become who we believe we are, if we shift thus we believe we are eternal in our molecular, biological structures, bio ethereal fields, cellular consciousness and memory. Thus creating new path of our soul journeys in the Micro biological point of view of our Universe. The activation of the Pineal gland is very important in this shift in order to balance the electro magnetic fields of our being and the acceleration speed of our planet. An expression of fire that ignites passion deep within the heart and soul. The expansion of this pure light helping others transcend in their ascension process and soul journeys.

Source: Teza www.purpleoasis.com

Visions of Salvia & DMT

My poars were open eyes staring and my clit became hundreds and it came out of my mouth and my eyes and my ears. The brain is a child. Serious, playful, scared and always learning. Like a sponge absorbing everything. He traveled through our blood. He saw the universe and he crossed over.
We are god. We own this. Our body is just a vessel. Once it dies we are free to become one and rule. When we die we join others creating one entity. The entity everyone worships is our ancestors' existence that together make the one entity, GOD!

Salvia, speaks to me. Some see her as male. But to me she's androgynous. She's what she is, a mother of vision. And men can also be mothers. In creation men can be female or male because its androgynous. Life is androgynous to us as we are also androgynous to them.