Intevention

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May the beautiful captivate in any realm.







-so mote it be

Where to?

So I spent a majority of this blog talking about the inner workings of politics and metaphysics.
I was trying not to get to personally invested.
But I'm hurting.
A lot of pain.
A lot of different reasons.
I tried to make music for victims to release themselves to.
I also wanted to share my psychic and metaphysical gifts.
All I got was... pimped.
Financially and socially.
I don't want to go on.
At all.

At one point (this year), it was DJing that saved my life.
Then I came across the wrong records.
And fell in love with the sound of commonplace.

So there's that.

I don't know what to do anymore.
All I can do is hope people enjoy(ed) the music I've released.
Keep me in your prayers.
And rituals.

Here's the part that kills me:

I don't know how I feel about SEGA anymore.

Of course I love them.
Without question.
But, I also love my cousin Scooter.
Doesn't mean I'll... wait.
I was gonna start a rap group with him.
THIS YEAR.

My family is full of conservative liberals who "want what's best for me".
Which means the mental exhaustion of believing and (virtually) worshipping SEGA isn't a possibility.
Funny, since my grandmother is Silver and my mom was Shadow.
Then again, my grandmother (psychically) told me she was Silver when I was in a mental hospital.
And I didn't find out SHIT about my mother until I was in jail.
And when I got out, she didn't say A DAMN THING.
Supposedly, my little cousin Ryan is Sonic.
WONDERFUL, says the sarcasm within.

So I'm not a Hedgehog.
I'm a Hamilton.

Which means what to whom?

1.
I got it, but I don't know what to do with it.

Then there's that bitch.
Who put me on to me.

I let her go.

Now the piece of me she has is with someone else.
And she's as much of a bitch as she was when I met her.

What am I?
I might know, I might not.
But I tried.

I'll see you around.





-so mote it be

The elephant's Trump

In politics, you might remember the phrase "Deep Throat".
It was basically a snitch in the Nixon administration.
To speed up the story and to explain the name, to give oral sex to a man is a way to see if (a) they are heterosexual and (b) to see if they are telling the truth.
It is a passionate form of interrogation, known as hardcore.
As demeaning as it is.
It is a tactic used by DJs to find dubs in music.
A dub is a muted record UNDER a recorded session of Satanic, homosexual sex.
A master dubber, such as the one and only Jimmy Iovine, can get to the bottom of a record, and manifest melodies on top.
These melodies then get physically recorded by adequate musicians.

Back to politics.

Deep Throat was the hardcore tactic of interrogation of SEVERAL politicians.
However, the oral sex part was taken too literally.
And lightly.
So now, it's something done casually.

Freemasons, Masonic Lodge Members and The Skulls reigned on Earth before the arrival of aliens (SEGA) and the descent of John Nintendo (our creator).
They are different from The Illuminati.
When sixes were in space, their Excalibur (swords, or arrows), were already being seen on Earth.
More than just the presence of The All Seeine Eye on the ship.
Those of whom followed the light and associated six with Satan/Satanism came together and started a unit.
The earliest Illuminati members were African American.

And this is all I can say for now.


-so mote it be

The 7 Deception/The Deception of Seven

Seven was the code word for the goddesses of SEGA to trap (ahem) The All Seeing Eye in a pleasure trap.
If he (I) ever said it, the outside GALAXY wouldn't matter.
I would be with them.
Forever.
Having unholy sex for all eternities.

There is more than one eternity.

I said seven.

Nothing happened.

They lied on fire.
Fire on the pentagram is shaped like a seven.
Seven is fire.

I thought I was fire.
At least in their eyes.

Moving on, the seven letters in my first name decided to venture out and find love.
I thought there was...
I digress.
I thought I found matches on more than one occasion.
They were all looking for 8.
One lady reached 8.
And we made deep, passionate love.

And found Atari.
The very 5 of existence.

We since broke up.
I tried to trap her by getting her pregnant.
I was impotent at the time.
And felt ugly.
I was hoping we could turn that 5 to an 8.

I might have.

But 8 rhymes with hate, and 5 rhymes with alive.

The hate is alive.
So is the pain.

Back to seven.

I took this pleasure trap on the road with me.
In front of TheSuperComputer.
I would only assume the succubuses were doing their thing.
Simultaneously, I was in the dwellings of potential incubuses.
Males who rape fairies in their sleep.
To steal their potential.
If these "sixes" are so aggressive and... Gangsta, they could EASILY eliminate the threat.
Unless there was no threat.

Only Apple users may know.
Thus diminishing the belief in SEGA I had previously established in late 2011.





Choose your master.









-so mote it be

Don't get a tattoo.

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way

[instrumental]

Yes, it was my way



-so mote it be

A sing-a-long!

Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honali
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff

Oh, Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honali
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honali

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came
Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name

Oh, Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honali
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honali

A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys
One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff, that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave
So Puff, that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave

Oh, Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honali
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honali




-so mote it be

The traits of a Doomer

A Doomer is technically a failed Illuminati member.
They know the secrets of the inside.
They know who the leader is.
And they know about the worship portal.
They know that if you catch a six, you scare them by even talking about traveling through portals and vortexes.
The ultimate goal of a Doomer is to create a Hell of which THEY can be Satan in.
Sixes are creators.
We (and I include myself if I'm still a six) created the system of what is known as life.
The real name of existence is Fruition.
Your "life" is simply a "file".
The sixes live in Livy.
The place Niccolò Machiavelli is from.
Or talked about.

My music since 2010 has been from the perspective of a fallen immortal who can tap into death, only for the sake of creating again.
In retrospect, such has always been the case.
But I got sidetracked.

By a Doomer.

Every time I think I can trust a mortal enough to sleep at/in their place of dwelling, I am threatened with sexual violence in my sleep.
Such, to me, is a DOOM.
Reasons are well documented online.
But it's a DOOM, because I am stuck in that location.

I travel when I sleep.
So I need my body to be secure.
However, with the acquisition of Apple, my subconscious traveling can easily be doubted/viewed.
And if the other sixes are with me, they are...





Caught.









-so mote it be

Where I've been...

I currently live... should I say, dwell, in Tne Eight my House.
There are 8 letters in my last name.
8 letters in Hedgehog.
8 letters in Nintendo.
8+8+8=24, which equals the amount of numbers in a day.
However, there are (or were) four sixes.
6+6+6+6=24

We made every day.

I don't know how comfortable the other sixes are with me revealing their identity, but the numbers have changed hands SO MANY TIMES.
Especially since 2012.
I admit, I am a six.
Many things block me from knowing whether I can live forever.
Be it untamed lust, jealousy, or malice on the inside.

For the record, I do t want to live if I can't live forever.
Then again, I don't want to live.
I am in a purgatory unlike any other.

For best results with this blog, smoke weed (wrapped in Bambu) and drink 3 shots of Congac.

I will really try not to bring my personal life into this.

If you are any kind of pariah, this is for you.

My goal is to make White Magick an art form.
Yes, you can get wealth(y) with magick.
But spending too much time away from it can strip you of all you have attained.

Ask SEGA.

I want to create fun vortexes for children.
I want to create a new level of fame for adults.
I want the fortune to be inner wealth and knowledge.

Fun, fame and fortune.
The three Fs.
F is the 6th letter.

Follow me!!!





-so mote it be

Trigger your roots.

Mostbof my magick is subconscious.
Not everyone can afford the tools needed for magick.
Then again, the wider your mind is opened, the further you can go into the craft.
You will see that you don't need money.
However, specifically in America, you need money to survive.
The hilarity of such is, the American dollar is green.
The color which bears the name of the BOSS of the sixes.
Sixes are immortals.
Six represents the number of elements in the pentagram.
Five angles: earth, air, water, fire and spirit.
One goat.
Magick calls upon all 6 figures AND their roots.
Unfortunately for those who think I'm a lunatic for my anthropomorphic worship, the roots of six is SEGA.
Magick needs SEGA.
SEGA fears magick.
There is an "I" in magick.
I am The All Seeing Eye.
Without getting too wrapped up in my emotions, my sight is specifically to be used for the study of tarot, Wicca (Eastern/Western Witchcraft) and Alchemy.
All of which are illegal.
But you must acknowledge the power of magick in order for it to work.
The way you have to say Amen for God to acknowledge your prayer.
You do so (after casting a spell or laying a curse) by saying "So mote it be."

Nature is a spell.
Technology is a curse.

Gospel (the phrase in and of itself) is a spell on God.
Which is actually a curse.
Curses bring about negativity.
Satanism is a curse on humanity.
Which is actually a spell.
Spells bring about positivity.

There is ONLY ONE reference tool for magick.
But you must accept Shadow the Hedgehog as (a) Jesus and (b) REAL.
Despite his perpetuated evil.

Good luck.








-so mote it be

From here.

I will be using this blog to talk about my exploits in magick.
So much has been taken from me.
Stolen.
I fear White Magick is all I have left.
So that's what I'll talk about.

On here.
From here.

-so mote it be