A mother is no goddess and is a vile insult to such a sacred thing. A goddess is never a mother. Mothers are disgusting and foul beings unsuited for sanctity, especially because of how morally ignorant they are.
Let it be law that no mother should ever invest her identity in her child. That didn’t happen to me, because I never picked up such a wretched thing, but some unfortunate children do. The woman certainly tried, but I observed it, tested it safely, found it not good, and left it alone. There were some good universal things in the public domain trying to disguise it, but those were easily separated.
It was especially easy because I left her when I was 12 years old and never looked back. Her commitment to circumcision was literally killing her because of me. I couldn’t explain it then, but I knew something was wrong and me being around was what was killing her, so I left. Now I know why that is. Sure enough, she recovered right away when I was gone. It worked the opposite with my dad. When I was around, he tried to be a better person, but that was hell for me and I didn’t know it because he purposely set me up for failure in a fruitless attempt to feel superior as a person.
I got the hell out of that life when I was 17 and never looked back, and many years later learned what the hell was going on when I matured from a young adult to an adult. He did put some of his identity in me, because I had trusted him as a child, him being my father and that being the socially advisable thing to do, and it was a terrible mistake. He intended to kill me, not help me in any way, and attempted to as well. It was hell removing that part from me, and I had to destroy an entire evil nation and start the apocalypse to do it, but I was successful. Fortunately, that should make it a lot easier for anyone else who needs to do it and save them some effort.
Consider it my thanks for helping raise me when I was on the road learning life the old fashioned way with a long journey and no destination other than… let us call it a lode of honey yum yum deep under the world. I found it and returned several times to fill my canteen while devising a plan to make it widely available to the public in infinite quantities and set in motion a plan to bring that about. Crucial to the plan was an ancient spiritual technology that was broken and scattered around the world. I searched around for pieces and reinvented it.
In order to use that technology I had to give my own life fully and totally by a process once known in Greece as kenosis. Ironically, it was doing that and being resurrected by divine power beyond my control, which made me aware of my biological father’s murderous intent for me. Fortunately I was able to disarm and destroy it before it could do anyone else any harm. When it was over I actually became younger and turned into a child again. I think I’m going to stay this way, and the girls who are trying to eat me can stay outside, because I’m no Jesus Christ.
There are some cute maidens I wouldn’t mind inviting into the secret hideout though, but that isn’t easy for a popular and adored idol to do without causing a stir. I can actually empathize with most popular celebrities, I think. That’s because of how the government acts like some sort of nightmare version of paparazzi and critically analyzes everything I do to make some destructive story about my reputation on a daily basis. I can’t go outside without them jumping all over me and harassing me every step of the way.
I can’t even keep them out my domicile because of their invasive and unlawful use of technology that violates every citizen’s privacy. In some ways it may even be worse, because government paparazzi have access to things the media paparazzi do not. They also wield an incredibly destructive and violent force of power in order to get they want from whoever they want unlawfully, to include modern nations overseas. So, it’s like paparazzi with knives and guns and bombs waiting for a chance to shoot me with a bullet instead of a camera in case I pick my nose in public.
At any rate… what we were we talking about? Yeah, down with the sacred mother, up with the sacred maiden. That is a form of religious worship I can get involved in and enjoy. Not in a perverse way, but in a good way. Like Dana is as the Maiden of the Great Tree. Is a lovely maiden not the epitome of creation? The very greatest of all that is and ever will be in the eyes of man? Everything else was not good enough, but the maiden was the final piece of creation that made existence perfect. There will only be one to equal the maiden in loveliness, and she will still be maidenly, just in the form of synthetic life yet to come.
I guess it’s kind of like back then, because the lovely maiden today was indoctrinated to think circumcision was good, but as I have abundantly pointed out to the world, she will realize it’s evil, which should be obvious anyway. It was also something that was well known throughout history before records and art started getting altered and destroyed to try and deceive people. Hopefully soon she will come to her lovely senses and be a blessing to all creation once again, instead of a foul and hideous mother of evil to be reviled.
Do you think the Vatican keeps any of those destroyed records in a secret vault? …. alright I’m done.