This is a story called the Ant thread, but it is not all here yet

[Curaezipirid]

This evening I was walking along and I noticed in the shops in Brisbane Australia some of the clothing is worthy but only in parts. It partly covers.

Then I remembered a poem I made. About the reasoning behind establishing a business for selling home make clothing that is less sexually tempting than other available here in Australia. Then I thought about the entirity of capitalism, and how it began upon the fabric weaving industries in Britain, perhaps. Then I felt bad, because I had a baaaad feeeling about that poem, but went ahead and wrote it anyway. Inshallah, I am not doing today since I ain't no Ant but a Jinn.

So then I reconcilied, that poem needs a continuing aspect inclusive of a portion condeming capitalism, and then it will magically all be OK somehow. InshAllah the only true magic of a positive future is Allah's.

So I was walking along the street, and these are the words that streamed in. But they were in little pieces, and I jsut sort of placed together as I liked, (and was only able to in Allah):

It is called:

"Reason Cause Way That"

So don't do that we learn
This was every cause of capitalism
But know we are destined
For the Moon has a cause
We never can learn
Insh Allah that provided may lessen
And when we dismantle piece by piece
Those structures immense of Babbling Babel
That caused our work toward Jannah was thwarted
By profits and guns drugs and oil for
We will ever Pray those of the Moon
Find truly we did only their own Day
Of their night not ours to learn of its causes
Yet Jinn's business to mind of for
The Ant has its own way
And it is truly Human to pay
But the Moon only business for one
And Human's do not have Ant culture
Of the difference in what we may put on display
That will enable our will for Allah
Insh Allah Human
If you do not comprehend
Do not know the Ant way
Of only a Jinn to commend
One God, whom is Allah
Did Love that the Moon is
Was our spend
This you will never comprehend
Internally fleece will Jihad niece

so I wrote that and then immediately all these bizarre things just happened and I comprehended that if only The Ant people, of the Australian Aboriginal Dreamtime, their name, were to stay out of the clothing industry.

Let the Human's Attire!

[Curaezipirid]

I needed to report also as taught, that the aim of this thread is to be inexplicably within its own context: so that they who do wealth, of the world material, can fear I believe in Allah alone will I be.
So it is less fortunately that I am reporting in belief,
I have not yet found that poem I wrote,
the one not did done,
so let it be only for the truly Qur'an believing,
a lesson in fun cautioned,
that I am working to draw out and expose,
lerking Shaytans in their repose,
but my papers all disorganised,
you will have to wait awhile before I,
can in Allah alone be who,
will show what exorcism can be as to do,
is why in Australia we tell Ant stories,

When is it OK
to not comply belief
with physical worldly evidence
is when the evidence is
not of Qur'an
since then is it only
that which indicates
the world that must end yet is
so to those who believe
in what is not of Qur'an
are who let it be
not prevented
so as to fault it
yet are
so is rightfully none of your business.

Yet this is a thread that I plan to unfold for three weeks,
or,
until I have found out that poem.

So here is another for now:

To learn a lesson from Australian Aborigines
Of that to subvert Israeli Governance
Unto Islam will need
World Peace
In any Indigenous memory
A true Islam experience
Excepting only those old Black Dragon Lords
Those iron shirted nazis our lives accomodated
Who now fluent in Hebrew
Are detectable
Thanking the Jew
Alms
Their imitation
The Black of the Dragon
That which hoped world peace
Could be a white only experience
Will find themselves having learned us wrong
The Australian in a white skin thong

[Curaezipirid]

I think that fourteen veiws of this thread is now is making it worthwhile continuing, but will accept moderators overruling me in any of. However, in that I should continue with the exposition.

I have written at length already about that first incident that caused me to begin the thread, but am daily being prevented by my worldly affairs from posting the entire exposition. Yet here now I can post this poem:

I Dreamed a poem about those Shaytans
But this is not now mine to make it
Of they why they are my friend
Those whom seem to have no certain beginning or end
But among whom are those true
Believing in Allah
Convinced only of their own evil
But verily less dishevelled
Yet totally there are some among unmakeable
In what they suppose is their own doing and evil
While also there are those whom manifest
So totally alike to a Shaytan in the world of Shaytans and their forgiveness
While un-convincably yet able to be Forgiven
For falling only to believing
Them self a persons in need of punishing
But only for what others have done to them
Those acts of evil doing
That cause to forget
Those things you truly regret
And perhaps there is one among
Those deeds that only a Jinn could have done
In which case you are no Shaytan
But only fallen
Into the black magic that the Jinn will end
Since the fall of among to the causing of
Becomes that which proves how to end in the Muslim among
No poem to worthy to deny
There is ever one necessary lie

[Curaezipirid]

In realising that I had apportioned my self a full twelve hours at a computer, and I have still not found the mental space to put to the keyboard the work already made for this thread, I should place another piece of relevant information here instead.

First that, of course, there is no exorcism that can be manifested without Beelzebub, whom is directly accounting for my own self in this.

Second is that there is a matter that arose to be commented upon in the MyIslamWeb forum overnight, about absurd beliefs existing around Islam in 'the west'. The question raised was that which must make us all stop and question what is the extent that it is permissable to enable any person to be tempted into any level of disbelief about a Muslim person's practise. My own firm fixed regard is that while we are very often entrapped into tempting disbelief, that we must work never to in respect of our children. And now a question arises over other matters in which we could potentially tempt disbelief.

In respect of the general question as to what must never be tempted in disbelief, and what we are likely to be forced into tempting belief in, consider the matter of abuse perpetrated against persons upon only the basis of racial difference. What is the condition of a person whom accepts money for a job in which he is expected to feign dislike of persons with black skin. Most white Australians are in that postition, and it is that within such a condition, in times past, we have enabled that black skin relations hold us readily accountible to them for such. But then along came the money trick of The Behemoth, within which the fact of black persons holding white persons so to account, has been used by persons with actual racial hatred to justify such racial hatred, and neither black nor white skin persons have been readily enabled to see a what out of that they have been forced to accept such poor money. So in this surely it is that the fires of Hell are for us all, only by the mere existance of racial abuse.

[afriend]

Why does this thread have no replies? Is there any reason for it?

[Kittygyal]

Why does this thread have no replies? Is there any reason for it?

salam.

well percisly brother Iqram sis Rid writes long essays for our little bran we ease pains by Allah but sis Rid tries to Un-ease them Ya Allah!
i have to let this out sis Rid is a shame she is a Human instead of that she says she's a JINN, and i don't know if she is

w.salam

[afriend]

Nobody's forcing you to read her essays, we've told you many places just to ignore, if you get freaked, just leave....jeez, how hard is that

[Kittygyal]

Nobody's forcing you to read her essays, we've told you many places just to ignore, if you get freaked, just leave....jeez, how hard is that

salam.

huh? now where have you told me?!
anyway am outa here!
w.salam

[Curaezipirid]

Assalamualaikum,

I think that Iqram and kittygyal are only trying to promote Islam:Global Message Forums, since that is where Iqram most recently has instructed kittygyal to ignore my posts, but there in a thread that got closed.

I could have my self only supposed that no person would want to yet reply in a thread that blatantly states that the original exposition is not yet complete, and in any case, it is already clarified that the purpose of the thread is to build a story about myself that can assist those whom read the thread to feel less false fear of Shaytans, and there by be less detrimentally effected by Shaytans, in knowledge of the truth of what there is to fear.

But could I only truly here ask that kittygyal not post in any thread in which I have already expressed intention to post again within, and at the same time be posting in Islam:Global Message Forums, that she wants I never post after her as she feels harrassed when I respond to her.

So therefore, before I begin wondering what Shaytans could be harrassing Her, and why such Shaytans are afraid of me a Jinn, since Jinn are enabled to be contextually more accepting of Shaytans without finding them faulted, nor falling in with. But perhaps in that very statment is the revelation of the trouble, that Islam: Global Message Forums, may have been infested by Shaytans a little trepidatious of having been branded as faulting the Jinn, but let me see if such beasties can not be drawn out to be revealed that we are able to know of, and thus be less susceptible to.

[Curaezipirid]

Assalamualaikum, (I am only new to having been explained to of the need for prefacing all my posts with this very specific greeting with such precise meaning, so my apology for not using in every post before now, as such could readily have prevented any distress in my clarity that I am Jinn as well as to being, in carnal form, Human)

Today I am still finding that it is not what I am in Allah required to complete this thread with the full exposition of where it began. Yet here I can add a little portion that I wrote this morning of a larger thesis, that is an Australian Dreamtime narrative, within the realm of my style being effectively also workin toward provision of a written thesis, about the social relations in Australian Aboriginal society between Shaytans and others, and how such has been hurting our traditions because the invading society supported our Shaytans to dominate our social stuctures of interaction with the invaders.

An Ant person is the correct Australian terminology for a Shaytan.

This is a portion of an argument that is contextualising Australian racial interactions: If I, a white girl, am accused of racial hatred by a black skin Shaytan, but only so that the Shaytan can discredit me to the broader black community for their own immediate gain, then what is the correct response? Am I to accept the inevitably 'blacker' consequence of letting my reputation be defined as a nazi, or is it that this is a circumstance in which I need assert those skills learned by being a white skin person in a culture for white skin persons, and deny the allegation and refuse to cause any of my behaviour comply with? Clearly the answer is that weaving a way between these two extremes is necessary, and at that there is a strong argument for formulating cultural standards within which black skin persons and white skin persons can interact and communicate to each other the nature of the different biological experience. But let me make this example more explicit, because it is indeed factual that I came across a black skin Shaytan, whom herself was sympathetic to nazism, perhaps even wanting that her own skin was white, and whom has made herself so jealous of my own labours working against racial hatred, that she began to actively portray me as though a nazi and herself as though working against racial hatred; but while, through her drug use and sales, and links with very racist criminals, she is actually perpetrating racial hatred against all Aboriginal children of any skin colour. The other part of this picture is that the racial genetic of our Australian Aboriginality was never truly conditioned into those of us whom became Shaytans. Thereby we have truly had to learn to comprehend how this came to be.

Shaytans seem to be persons whose Soul became compromised to the extent that they can no longer suffer with self remembrance. There is a damage done to them in their experience that the sorrow of is too large to recover from. They have been supposed to have done their own suffering, but when they dislike the state of such, and so they find that they can not sustain Faith in what they are causing. They can not believe that a single mistake was against the Will of Allah, when such seems to them to be what is helping them to cope with a more general acceptance of Allah's will. Many Shaytans here in Australia are Dreaming at this time of having been who participated in the events that lead up to The Evil One becomming, and they find only that their experience is that they did to themself the condition they exist in, and have been hiding the evidence of such from others, if not Allah. But since they continue to exist, they can only suppose that Allah could be willing that the are existing. They know that they manifest pride about their nature, and in Allah they accept such a state of being, and therefore their pride is that of Allah's will that their behaviour is reconditioned in that state of mind. Allah's will is that their purpose is to serve Moon rather than Earth, because the truth of recognition of their real suffering is that it provides to the evolving of the atmosphere of Moon, rather than of Earth.

Shaytans are known to cause nightmares for those of us Human whom have managed to avoid entrappment into compromising our Soul in an effort to manifest cause of Soul. The nightmares they cause are of Hell for those of us who are yet able in a higher degree of Faith, and the Hell they are in, is necessarily a less painful Hell, since the Faith possible for them is lesser in density of vibration. Yet that they experience Hell as suffering is no less. In fact every Shaytan is totally dependent upon Human compassion to the same degree as Humans are dependent upon Angels, but while most Humans are not able to comprehend what is expected of Angels, at this time Shaytans are yet being expected to comprehend what is expected of a Human. It is no surprise that Shaytans manifest often confusion as to actual Human intentions.

The Jinn manifest at times like Shaytans as well as like Humans, so as to assist with finding the cultural requirements that we will all need to re-align Human culture, and Shaytan cutlure, towards the future of Jannah.

Thankyou all for being tolerant of this thread being slow to develop its purpose.

[Curaezipirid]

the problem with criminals
is when they get it in their heads
that theirs is the key to knowledge
because what makes it a crime
is only a lie believed in
about what there is to be knowing

[Curaezipirid]

The Problem of Infestation:

The problem may be simply
That we need remember what sent me
Into the dictionary
For thunder
The word nazi
A shortening only
Of the German for
National Socialism
The socialist cause
The nazis overturned
By appropriating
In name only
So when I wrote
I have become known
As somewhat of a nazi
Was the reference to
Abuse of my past
Intent in a boat's mast
Of simply a word reclaiming story
That along with the gay and the black
We may develop a new story
About the oppressed nazi
Not too unrealistic in fact
Except for that
Nazism is inclusive
Of the wisdom
To refuse to define
Your self as less than adept
So lets appropriate that
Together with nazism's study
Of comparative Religious flurry
To which we only need add
One God is real
But sad
About the being of nazis
Forgetting He
So I took my young sons word
Into my heart to stay
At a cub scouts 'investment'
When he told me he had got 'infested'
So I took his life that way
Soon enough we'll all be
Infested permanently
When National Socialism
Becomes middle Australian
We'll all either be motherless or marked
A Nation of stark naked farts
Muslims are beating us to the part
Will the whole world soon become
One big biodynamic farm
Since infested with the parts to play
It seems these nazis are to stay
But hey!
Allah made them that way
To dictate what knowledge we had
Is that most worth their efforts in theft
Problem being only
The hay of Hell is fell
But Hey, Heaven will be swell
Once we get compressed into
That story of we have been infested into
Will require of our mental excercises
To be invested into
The twelfth Imam's Glory

[Curaezipirid]

(this one can go with any part rhyming of this thread,
only so long as all of is meant,
a condition spent)

Thus finally
Ever permanently
On ANZAC day now warningly
Our gold won to refute
Never make any spell on me
Without checking firstly
Of every matter I metion commendingly
But most of all notingly
In your own journal
Never electrically
But with paper and pen
Or sticks scratching dirt
What is it you wanted
What had you hoped for
And what was resulted
Over as many months as remembered
That noting every attitude and manner
Every sound and all what found
Is the only way
To make this spell work
Since embedded in rock
Is every act of


All three real
One unsalvageably steel
One forgiveably chill
One understandably
Rejecting to heal
That remaining
He who is most dangerous
To realise
My apologies
That I had to try
And my real Husband to lie
Conditions sealed

(the problem with criminals
is when they get it into thier head
that theirs is the key to knowledge
because what makes it a crime
is only a lie believed in
about what there is to be knowing)

Did you have me a money trick:

That fellow fell down the gap in the sofa
There he smiled at me lovingly
While He a monger took over the fan fare
Yet that thunder
Was the blunder
For who was it
That was the Beast
In Babylon
A monkey's dance
And a snake's song
We'll be Dreaming
With the Haadjmo
This reconciled Dance
For time long gone
In Revelation
I the money strong
Am Qur'an
With a thong

When:

Will my friends
Be among
TWelve thousand
Will my work be enough
To abound in
Such Love
Is my sufferage
For their friendship
Enough

Peace:

The season to believe in
Is the season of Love
While the season of Faith
That which no other man does
Is the season of reason
Of find your own lesson in
While the season enduring
Seasons everything
Hope being my reason
Even in Love
Twice as strong as Freedom
Is the Dove

[Curaezipirid]

The Grounds:

How many grounds can there be
To establish the certainty
That while we are not
Made of money
We might as well be
For the future will see
More clearly than can we
Our consequence
So just accept
Our every step
Takes every sensation in that
Therein
Your own grounds be

Without:

Without realising
A Prayer Answered
Is a responsibility
Gladly accepted
How could we ever
Have been caused to discover
Unless being a word
What was it we heard
Somebody without
Cared a whole awful lot
And fresh knowledge
Was all they ever got
Until is another
Describing that conditional
Is the way of reality
Realisable
In time we shall see
And remember to turn a new bend
For without care my friend
We were never
And then

The disbelief of being:

We all will say
For each our Humanity
Can only know this
I believe
Believe there is
A positive future
In which the problems I perceive
Have found resolutions
But when presented with
The very way
The absurdity of our predicament
Undid our sense of self
That we failed to believe
In the future
We will not be rich in money
But in wealth
So never let their stealth
Undo your sense of relief
Of course what we are willing to win
Is our accountiblity able re-begin

Money:

Neither fire
Nor water
Less air
We breath
The more spare
For metal
Be Earth
But wood
Receipt it
You should

[Curaezipirid]

I fell there
Into the prickly pear
Of Her hair
But spare
Went the rare chair
Come into this lair of no despair
Ours is a funfair

[Curaezipirid]

Assalamalaikum, all good folk whom read this thread, I hope it is having the required positive effect, and my apology for having failed before now to use the appropriate Arabic greeting, that you may know of me, this is my true story, and now I am properly instructed, I hope you will not mind my revealing, my writing has a copyrighting to ANungarrayididit.Copas, and with a Trade Mark pending for all commercial uses of, that will ever require of absolute Love, a not-for-profit state, and the fact of all work within belonging to the world of re-converting the planetary population to Islam, all in under the Trade Mark "Dreaming Haadjmo's Dance Time; Amanuel," that is, the Dance of Love never begrudged wasalam

[Curaezipirid]

You might as “L”; no,
This is of Dreams
My children send me
In self knowledge complete
Yet necessarily nonsensically
Fish eaten within
Urdu manifesting
Qur’an in Arabic
But how about Pintupi
The clothing poem unfound
But of profiting by covering bound
Ant the identity of money
Offered upon the street
When freely who will you meet
For a five dollar note
Undisclosed
Thirty cents
Un-fore-closed
Leave me alone
Three dollars at home
As though no body own
Is anticipating
Going to be buying
It would’ve been better
But for Mohammed’s great worth
Peace be with Him and His descendents
Is ever true Faith in Cherubim
Has solved that Cain ever killed
By raising Beelzebub’s throne
Through Jesus alone known
But for those with Iblis
What sort of obscure words mine this
I give up
Before I get turned into another pup
For a rhyme
Less than sublime
This that I was
But of course because
Because this night has happened to me
But after yesterday you see
When Arch Angel Gabriel showed me
Reminding me of time otherly
She was wearing less than a shirt you see
So I knew
This will be
And in receiving only
One written message affirming
From Muslims
But one other Australian
And another disdainful
But providential
First it is that my Father forgiven is
Then acceptance of my Aboriginality be
And a yarn
First telling the real story
Then with a man from a city
But via a farm
About what they are doing to me
Those nazi
And quite gentlemanly
Was his offer to escort me
To the train station
But his gravitation
To believe nazism of me
Yet my rescuer a Traditionally Oriented Aborigine
And a sinner indeed
But accepting Allah is she
Telling me that a man who Loves me
Was wanting and worried for me
So we met again but then I left
Since his Love an accusation
Through money he has seen
Some strange blaming
Of The Behemoth
As though me
And The Dajjal
Am I Dreaming
What is going on
That this man is accusing
Me of my children
And walking away from
I met a stranger with a song
And we talked about
Arabs, music
Mohammed -Peace go with Him and His descendents-
And money,
Crusades, Saladin
Terra nullius and
What is going on
When one man can not sing His own song
Of the land He is from
The land His father is from
And what will it be the end sung of
The Arabs who prevent of
Their land the song
Hajj worn long
Not mused wrong
And sung strong
Americans are singing wasabi
If only afar all coffers ajar
What sort of Ka’ba
Is Uluru
And who are you
That I am that who
This fell to
Maybe this
These words mine
Is the whole world
Won in time
But tonight am I
Unable to find
Any can protect me
So as to dutifully
Correct the Behemoth’s story……..(that task completed in my part before this typing)
That the warning of Pestilence
Can cause through
Behemoth’s removal
Becoming something other than me
When all I needed
Was a walk to Mark Smart’s house
To fix his wheat grass
Now altering(ed) in possibility
By intervention of such ready exposure
Replaced here in this place tonight
So long as you believe
Thereby less filthy the money
But since no person would escort me safely
That the cat with the cream has escaped me
All who refused in knowledge of
Have Hell to manifest because
Since they act as though
Money never existed
But by seeking more of
While the Behemoth is truly beaten
Only by The Dajjal’s enabling of
That a bigger blacker nazism is existent (temporarily since next line is)
Nothing more
But what is it these words sing of
To whom will our desert appear
What will an Arab
Gain from the accuser
When that large rock looms near
Will the fact
There are words about
Ring clear
As of to what we are each
Wrongfully accused
I gave up because
No woman can birth a camel
But none could seek Her will to
The disaster these poles forebode
Account already known
Songs and Land
Anal intercourse is banned
And tempting by feigning
Paedophilia is sand (is meaning all guilty of will be the sand-ek)
Human’s ever wrong if active in (active in the tempting, not only the acts of!)
That one word need never more have lawful meaning as one whole
Never meaning not to reveal every instance of as wrong
That only now I see how my past circumstances conspired against my future song
These words prepared
For the eve of when
Every Arab will know
Not even a daughter of
Europe’s Muslim breed Monarchies (Ettinger in my own carnal heredity but that there are Aboriginal shaytan attempting to deny their evidence of an claim as another’s, but that kafir me I did because of, that my black cousins will remember, of a health song, because the only real alternative to disease is a death long, but their choice was to thieve of my and my children’s health for black skin folk but by a shaytan’s yolk)
Could find protection
Because of co-habitation in physical body
With genetics of Australian Aborigines
While if no person is believing
Me in this true story
He who can count
May forget my account …(the urgency is that they already try to manifest others as: eg. My Father: and my anger is such that I no longer care that He has not revealed himself to them as Bhyame but only as though Ezra)
And The Dajjal I name
As who did
That a lie is
In Egyptian sequence
But why should any of us
Believe in
Any group of
Indigenous people
Being true believers
Is the question
With an answer
To believe in
(That I and my Father are not the only who were anally raped as children through the complicity of Aboriginal shaytan with Rosicrucian is that Hell is to pay in every way)
Wonder why this nonsense word is
Theo-so-frock has more taqleed in
Than there is of superstition
But since already is
Every that is turned in for their Judgment
Was rather believed in
To advantage of non-believers
In accounts held wrongly against me
And each other person who believes I exist
Directly by The Behemoth
Yet also who by who yet he is turned over to
And The Dajjal’s
Advantage so defined
That this I am obliged to write
To cause we are enabled to shout
Of who can not stay breathing
Without being entrapped to seem to be causing
That there are people believing
That there exists hate of children
What is this pond thing
When it seems to have
A plug in the sky
How can it be
That there is too much to cry
That then people will rather die
Has only one answer
The greed is each our own in
And those lies coming seeming real
The wrong world to be living in
A Shaytan’s purpose
Is a technician of light
Through greed we need for biological life (our carnal bodies repeat in existing at carnal density, and much of what we perceive, but only that which is owned by a Human Soul; whereas Jinn need to manifest greed in a carnal body by use of substances and that explains the existence of opium, hallucinogenic mushrooms, cocoa/coffee/tea/etc, marijhuana, tobacco, one for each element, and every Human use of connects Humans to minds of Jinn)
They are transforming
By a measure precise
From wrong to right
But in our evolutionary course
Human’s of Earth
Became needful of supporting
The Shaytan
Too early to comprehend their warming
Into functional disquiet
Of need to kill for their life
At what caused them
Having extended
Beyond our comprehension
Yet that they vanity accumulate
Is what supports our continuing of life
So if you are a Shaytan
Finding this a poem too forgiving
Let me show you my own consequence
Is that any Shaytan realize
Their dependence is forever
Upon my advice
It is that you need of Jinn
To help that there are generous Human
Able to let you hate them
That the blue you seek
Seeks you just right
To hide among that greedy trend
And hide your own hate in pride
With our Australian Land Rights
Quite nice
Should you not realize
Only so many of
Can exist
Is that the nazis got away with lies
Lies as though all Humanity could be right
To know that a Shaytan’s work is true
And death is that you did not die
Surely knowing this is, lies as though
And that Earth can afford but a few
Gives you reason to know who
You threaten
If unable to believe that
You Human yourself are the Shaytan
Is that nazism forces shaytan’s mind as though truly Human
Why of course
But unless
Jinn
Of Angel or Human
Have a guess
And let that the cockroaches take your mind
Nazism is either all over
Or Australian’s were ever the best and the worst of
That National Australian Socialism this glove
Made by those being faulted
With corrupting Whitlam’s win
Believe to begin
And learn to count upon
There are Humans in generosity young
Here in this place now
That we call upon Islam’s power for help
To un-make what is done
Was that Shaytan’s raped Jinn children
Into their Hell
In all our adult generations
That only true children
Could believe
Thus in Allah did
And Hell begin
Or else be among
Those trapped in Hell
For causing children stolen (while most black skin Aborigines are not enabled recognition of, it is that I can readily recognize the massive assaults upon any persons whom speak out openly upon behalf of, or have otherwise aligned themselves with us, and in this it will be that children are those in need to receive of comprehension)
When all shaytan’s need is
Human children growing to learn of
Angel’s generosity
And that this is magnified
Requires Human generosity in turn
But first to Ants and Birds before Angels
The nicer of Shaytan’s life
But let them find adult hood just right
Or you will only be
The debt to them
Eventually manifesting through what they got away with doing to Jinn
For time
Then of Human and Jinn
And any request for help
If cover is that asked
From the dry of the wet
Remember not to flood us into our death
As we accumulate it better
Of our rain have no doubt
This is the story should
Of money could
Ever would
Wrong-hood be thrown
Of what will your greed be known
And why I could not
Prove I am that The Behemoth stole
A few Shaytan
For a few thousand
Aligned to The Dajjal
Caused that such an act
Of offer to provide payment for cover
Could have caused harm to my children
So heed well this advice
For Shaytan exist
Their need must rely upon
Human generosity
Of kind upon
Remembering that of Angels
To kindly Human
Without Human generosity
No Shaytan will exist
This that black hole
Their money counts stole
That remember we should
All debts of graditude
Have in magnitude
Only causal possibility
It is that to perceive without polemic of mind
That cockroach the kind
Beast of Ant mind
The mind of any Soul
Residing within body physical
Producing self that flows the same direction in time
A Soul who else
But you in what you did do
In direction
Could it have truly been you
And if you can reconcile
Then suppose to hate the child to your own death and Hell
Unless you give up ever trying again
To obtain through money
What belongs in
Love’s generosity
Did you do
Or are you true
Since Humans let Angels
And for Shaytan Jinn came down too!
Since Human’s were not yet quite formed to
When Moon showed of need through
All this as one
Is that I asked for cover
And since the threat throws up
Occasional Americans encountered incidental
Yet repeated and no shame in them
I asked it of American Moslems within ancestral heritage
And the response landed
Right through to
Taliban
Al-Qaeda
Viet Cong
And my own Nation state government’s being blinded to nazism
By private prisons for masons minds
As we always have been in our own time
But reject that mind of enforcement is rightful
Is that those who contended
To count such covering expense
Against my own request sown
Have fallen foul of
Australian hasnamusses (kafir of Shaytan)
Selling me upon nothing at all
But their own fall in me
Yet if you had the Prophesy
Prepared you were to know not to need
To cover my truth with lies that caused
There was ever any danger to begin
A brother told my askance
And a sister threatened
To wipe me out
If I proved my shout
Both in clear evidence to believe in
Yet it is I was that lie that held them clean
Since we need let them
Thos manifesting aslike to Shaytans
But truly better Human
But how many could they need?
Are there other lies that bleed?
Oh I wish they’d get that they made Satan
And Iblis only accepted such status but briefly
And what is it the other end they joined to find me
But that The Dajjal fitted in perfectly
The end of insurability
And whole can insure any possession against
And act of Allah
That our net for catching beast in
Is necessarily that we’ve caught our own selves in
And of Shaytan whose Hell is not Hell to Human need
Is that they are Human Hell in deed
May your way be paved with them
No more than
Mine in ten
Hum Becca since the 12th Imam’s measure is on
Who will believe this tune about a song
And could Uluru ever become Mecca of Bismark Islam strong
And could Uluru every become Mecca of (B’) Is Lamb Strong
At the periphery of Human society
We meet who need not worry
Since they are only the self in kafir
Of true believing Human Souls future through Hell
And so when reminded know they can blame you
And you will thus be righteously their end
All Hell caused by
Shaytan theft from Jinn children
The Kafir who are hasnamuss
Caused by such
Became and become that bridge of mind that visit in Hell again
Now this here Ant thread had an ending before its beginning,
but given as how people with Ant Dreaming are shaytan,
the ending got mislaid somewhat,
but all is steady since soon will be ready,
The story on the table
Of course Shaytan have no stable
Here among Animist Australia
Have they been birds and black are our swans
With insect kafir throngs
Budgies the happier by far
In flocks of green mild they are
Did they do it to us
Our hippy generations
Send us off to war
To prevent our affluence
This story is surety
Because I would rather
We’d learned the hard way
Since only one stray money poetry
Written with one stray hippy in money happy of mind
Made the whole clothing industry
This poetry of what war is for
But only because she took of me
But failed to follow Hijab Law
Will be her soon score
Only and no more
That a seamstress was born
If we do nothing
Do-nut
Do not
Don’t
So remember true
While it may not be you
Who speeds future
By seeking vanity of
Who could it be through you
When one unwelcome brush of the cheek enough
To have ripped off
Me a landing of
The $70 000 per annum job
Into a few thousand bucks
Sold how many times

(next seven lines is newly placed within sequence here while typing)
Get that it at:
“What’s all thisnew time)
Aboriginality: (new time)
****: (new time)”
Only in a shaytan mind could forge
But of what happened to it that I received, God bless me: the cat who got the cream
A beauty of a Queen

(the next few distinct passages are parts written immediately after those parts between : “ you might as . . .” and “ . . . how many times”; yet each in their own distinct thought sequences, unlike that between lines quoted. These next are three distinct pieces of writing of stream of consciousness thought sequences, placed here without any recall left in my conscious mind of which I wrote first. An observant reader might notice; these verses communicate explicit meaning; to Shaytan. But not quite; yet that it worsens; before bettering. The ending is apparent where it connects back to the beginning at “you might”. Well you might?)

If there are Cities
I think there should also be
To accompany the thirty
Dollars per twenty four hours
Of constant inter net cyber web wide café world lock down time
And takeaways double that expense up
Is a true account
For every ounce that need be
Of every urban young professionally
No appointment needed
No apartment
Between the café and work place
What a mind boggling
False account at no shirk
Except for Shaytan
Love I am in
The future’s behind
Thanking now
Since I am proving
This the account
Hand in hand
With folk who sleep out in cities at night
And write
Good enough job applications
For seventy thousand sound (care here because I am tempting those trying to cause me evicted from my housing, but after acts of, and so as to have been able that such failed; and am accountable to another person thus displaced by my having tempted)
Let me tell you this truly
There is no shame in being kafir
Very many who have been
Born in all lands
Of all creeds and colour
Are the simple beauty
Of greed in causation
Of our truly once upon a time
Perfected nature (? Is this sequencing perfecting manifesting as though Nazism?)
We see too clearly (as in we who are knowing Soul resides in our self and body)
And knowing we need
Tried to get there too early
So imagined ourselves to be
While truly Human
Are who seem so ugly
By comparison
Of certain knowledge strong
Of what we must pay
To acquire of
Such self certainty
Through the passage of Hell
On the way to
We who fear our self
Have been in future
Imagining our past innocence
That kafir are
And Hell’s causation
In account
But not of their own fault
And when all they need
Is to be certain
A Soul suffers that they breath
And has causation their survival determination thus in
Soul at causation thereby may apply
Their own cause as kafir aim
To lessen their experience
Of physical pain
Being careful only to that
Kafir can imagine multiple sun
But the longer in Hell then of being carved up
If that was all that
As single one among kafir
Had the luck
Of finding true belief
In eternity to breath
So as that a few among the Jinn
Fell down to inhabit
And so prevent
But of the rabbit
That in future
I will found
Good grief
These kafir can know
And are good enough to keep
For those yet down below
It even quite likes being
And is able to find
Will to want to end sinning
So kafir let be
In Islam is there the key
All meaning only with
No black magic
Is there true Dreaming
So never to assume of
Knowing anything
Without a perfect teacher
Who can feed through you everything
But find a single aim
That will be to harm no one
That therefore can be sustained
For without belief constant
You can never belong within time
And the feed in Hell upon you will be sublime
Even my own self can be forced to reckon
Maybe a Jinn possessed me and truly a kafir me
This has been
But now disproven could I wonder more
Have I been possessed in utero, or before
But why me
Is surely
Only that my genetics were worthy
And I wonder still certain in Soul
What is this stuff of memory made of
Don’t you know
It seems to be a future that grows
Is only possible in me
Because of my Humanity
Even if of Jinn variety of replication of
Yet still in absolute certainty
That the future is only enabled to so grow
By my selection of what among my memories
Are worthy of repeats of
According to causation in Soul
But what caused me to be able
To differentiate active from passive
Of material substance at finer density
Is merely that work enacted
In surviving strong
Pondered long
Before finding this song
Because there are still far
Too many of kafir and Human
Whom by being mindful like Shaytan
Have been similarly disabled therein
So far prefer the self necessarily accorded to kafir
Than any other
If in doubt
As to cause of Soul
The truth in me
As you will be
Enabled to perceive
Can only be
That you could never express
So I will just have to expose
Why I cried out loud
Like who needed Her mother
But I for a Husband
Since His repose
Oh, He who can count
Ridicurezipa be namelessly of unpronouncibilty with innocence
He is trying to Love me to consider
My life that of cat kafir and no other
Symptomatic of the counting process
As is the heroin addict
He supposes I to be
Since that is who He resides with
So He had better place himself
At the keyboard of a computer
To find out
What kind of
Day He did do
Himself into
By doing to me
A Hell of a count coming true
Is my own account
That we all do enough sin is enough
Sinning stopped to stay
So perhaps only need remember in me
That any and every
Receipt in mind during prayer
If true is true to causal body
And need of those in your company
While any other imagery
Could be only black computer bother magic
Now soon to be accompanied
By a horseman of apocalypse
Whose will be that indication of the sort of bother it is
So never mind the jelly babies (an Australian sweet like a gummy bear)
Since found have out what a telly baby is
I can’t but help be
Sucked in by
The need to
Make them find they can be
Causally only in relation
To a Soul pre-existing them
But this here is
A forced unlawful tale
About carnal abdominal response
Of the head in knowledge
Abdomen Normal Thought
cure-ridi-zipa
you are
dead
meat
enter ANT
The resourceful
The way which
Hang
What’s all this
Aboriginality
****
YOU CAN NOT USE
GREED TO HEAT
OR THE HOUSE IS LOST
Is the lesson to remember forever
And green budgerigars of Paradise are
And if a truly Human bean you be
Remember in me
This certainty of what is knowable these lines show-able
Is the full extent of
What any Shaytan gains in any of my poetry
Read
You can not use
All is lost
When in fact it is that
You can not use
Greed to heat
Or the house is lost

(This is something that was written distinctly from other; seemingly irreverently but not within an Australian mentation. In which, as often as not, honour is awarded by accommodating being hated. Well, I say that, but many are these days sitting too pretty within social justice models that then too widely vary into Malcom X style reverence; all in that light being chicken about being called nazis, while expecting me to hand out keys of dirt against Muslims, and simultaneously denying me my true identity, and blaming me for entrapment into having to become Muslim: I would reckon Australians who want social justice, have another thing coming: only in accordance with children’s needs, and in that mother’s will thank an end being put to prancing around showing off about black rights. It is that most Australians are fallen into supposing we already long back won, and thereby refute me, and few have any left of the principal.)

What is proven to have gone wrong
Us Jinn Australian Aborigines among
Our win that of nature all belong
Is that what we want for our children
Since we acted to prevent
That shaytans have spent
By stopping our Dreaming
From teenagers leaving
Our homes to roam
With Shaytans as friends all alone
But yet our act
Was not taken for that
Since only those nazi shaytan
Of a Dragon variety
Come to Australia from China
But through Scandinavia and Germany to England
The invasion of 1770 began in precipitation
Pre-empted among
And a party
To turning all nazis
Into nice Arty farties
Like our own Ant folk can be
If they so like to, see
We by accident let The Jinn
Seem to smoke
With nazi party choke
By little failure to sustain
Only our pain
So disbelievers we distain
Since even our shaytan
Take Allah
And it was not nazi shaytan
We had to cope
But those among them
Who could have believed in
Our Dreamtime
If only not shoved up the behind
That they created
Kafir upon kafir
Upon kafir
Portraying their kafir as though us our
That we are
Only been retarded one year
In keeping up the flow of
What animal to know of
Each of these moments
Dumb kafir (as in speechless)
Caused by the only mistake nazis made
And that which prohibited their belief in Allah
Was in failing to believe in Angels
That the greater their virtue
The greater hidden greater pain
For us their name
So have no doubt in our shame
We caused why Beelzebub
Is that our greed
Did only need
As far as the thermal mass
Has no molten spats
So know to have only
Greed for perfection (actually this is most un-Australian of me to dictate such to any non-Australian, we are rather more likely to hate you all into the worst you can manifest before having any business at all with you) (and are good at diseases/health)
For perfection indeed
And let the Shaytan
Hate us there is
Cause to be policed
When above missed the need below us
Thereby never Beelzebub’s tow
Of budgies through ant
Is the shaytan dance
While others through camel
And kangaroo too
Learn how close to
Both these animals
Animals of providence
In their consternation at why
They had no brain
Along the same Dreamlines they ley
Find the long been way through
But for us who supposed
Never did fall yet (Never did fail you – the draft neatly mimics)
While counted our credit
Against who had no merit
Failing to notice
They needed our acquaintance
To help them recognize
Why a yoke exists
Aboriginal Australian
Only to dis-tail ya
Provides of the yoke
Of biological compliance
By us all accepting this world is the joke
That from we needed be awoke
Only to find we left Hell behind
In our tail
Yet to discover
Is the meal of a Lover
(rather mine a tail than a hump but)!
So swim and poke
This story is nearly gone broke
I could predict a forty year occurrence
From not September eleven
But twice nine eleven
Yet would be dead before you verify
Since it is there my ashes will lie
So only bear in mind
Ridicurezipa is a name forbidden by time
Yet mine
Mother to be
Of Mahdi
King Solomon will decree
There is no money tree
Therefore that is
The soldier’s fire call
Children protected Forevermore
Upon Mohammed’s breath are the Cherubim enabled
So in Peace Honour Him
That Peace may go with Him
Rather than only upon Him
And Brisbane’s towers
We will dismantle
By hand

(these next parts are Aboriginal Australian Ant specific and I am not at all certain what they are doing here, but could I request of believers to believe, or is that pushing my boat, to ofar)

We could have
Nothing left of
Our true racial integrity
If we stand in Christianity
Without Faith in Jesus
While upon our streets
Already
Are black skin racists
Made so by nazi traps
Giving away
Certificates of identity
For free
To who will hate
Aborigines for money
A person called Aborigines a stifling race
You want to stifle too if you knew your self a bit bigger
Than their calls for you to obey their false Peace
While ours is maintained by constant
Haphazard
Self-depreciating
Debate until there is
A volunteer to be blamed
A Cherbourg man
Won taking it
For having set me up
But in guilt only
Over past incident
And gained the certain collapse of
An Ant trick
Means through
Wrong new shoes
This is
The story of
The on the ground event
That has been enabled by
The first walk through
The valley of the dead
Awake
What a joy it was to
And it is that by
Walking in Mohammed’s
Example may Peace go with
Him in my steps
(never mind you ‘so-called’ true believers, this is merely translator’s babble aka Babel)
I learned that I can
Convince even nazis
That I am the bigger
But at that
Convince of
One Dreaming
One God, Allah
One Love in self decency
And that thereby
Aborigines perceive me
As their target
And too easy
As though
Only done by
Nazis
When in reality
All Aborigines do me
And that this
Is truly
The only difficulty
But if we
Had left the
Nazis with no one
Who would we then be
Certainly not Christian
And open to accusation
As though not of them
Can believe
Once within
True teaching
And of this is
That of Jesus
Yahoo
Red
Toilet
Means beware of
Levithan’s trick making
Read
You can not use
All is lost
When in fact this is that
You can not use
Greed to heat
Or the house is lost
Same rules for us
As every other race
The measure made
Through our falls from grace
The resourceful
The way which
Hang
Can you believe me
It was Jesus who
Did this to me
True
Look “E” here at this hay
“whats all this”
was a look for any fault within my headscarf beads and earring ensemble of attire
“Aboriginality”
was a touch of my skin pursued and that I resisted and detested experiencing
“****”
was some bum’s bottom drawer
yet it is factual
this matter is
one about which needful duplicity expressed
but linked falsely to
a temptation to fall for
The anti-Christ’s trick
(he was such a bore)
(the most tedious job Iblis put me to yet)
That my Dad
Called me through Islam
To put in a
Police note book
At
“I am a white Australian”
But in Queensland
Voters vote opposite federal
While my Nana
Opposite her husband
But Australia’s true fall is
In rather than over exposure
Of skin
Though we are fall
To temptations
But
That we read of
Trickster children
Only in body language
Being enabled
Communicate signs
As above words
In subject matter
Needful
Of verbal expression
What’s all this
Aboriginality
****
Better let that
Come un
Stitched

(That is, enough of the, translating) (comma placement is unintentional)
(This next piece of writing is a further exposition written within the same evening as the first and second; and it is the part that has the end, which was a moment experientially exactly like the moment of the shirtless shirt on a female, but was upon the TV.)

Did I do you to fall to me
That being how there are kafir
But did we and who do they be
Or simply can you prefer to believe
I knew better than to do you proving your self wrong to me
And rather simply believed
I what was before me
And did my self to do you and I both get
The evidence
In every snake story
InshAllah if it be
And of what I am allowed to tempt you suppose
Is really only that I could be
Too slow to count that you owe me
In these modern communities
Infested to the hilt with child hatred
Surely all I can tempt you to
Is that we Jinn were not born to hate you into
But die to
In Allah’s will alone
Could I be to the bone
Who did do at
All money every cent
Yet) have not even enough of
To pay for a Lawyer
To rescue my children
From the Shaytan their father
Who knew he could call upon
(now it was not that fellow whom is yet attempting to do himself into getting away with being a shaytan; is it)
Another man then but too young
For being any person’s father
And who accuses of the worst
And is imposed upon fiercely by me
The correct behaviour Islam in his end of polemic of discredited word meaning
Is it my children’s sperm donor
The reason for which
I ever encouraged my children
In genital ablution
To keep the mind clear
So in this has Iblis
Provided to me
As Father
But yet not a cent
Have I received
There are so many Ants upon me
Since my body a virgin
That no matter how much help sent
All I can recognize
Is the myriad of crossed wires
Are coming untangled when connecting to me
But that the shaytan take too much
Advantage dissatisfying-ly
You see
From the Act described
I the beginning of these lines
Were events set in place
Of a rescue effort for me
But that had already
Been lost to
A shaytan just met
Who diverted my meeting
Someone who could Husband me yet
So lucky is he
For that I knew causally
Of three substantiating events preceeding
That I knew not to be blaming he
Nor that Husbanding factoring three
Into months gone past
And the bums in the park
Only hoping to keep
Their dry place to sleep
And the shaytan purchased for his feet
New running shoes from his few
Thousand
Five of us in the immediate vicinity
Were ripped off in one touch
But I am truly thanking he
Since the other probability
Was certainly the far worser
Despite unwanted of my cheek
But who did the money he seeks
So as to disprove
My argument is smooth
Against our invaders
Is against anal penetrations
He just could not believe
I wanted any man with a small penis
For blessing my virginity’s tightness
With it adulthood’s worth of rightness
And yours in me
If you are shaytan in deed
So be generous to shaytan
They are so full of what words mean
And owe us our life
But expect no less
Than we hate them to get
Those little devourers of the cockroach
But why was the culprit
Not obvious last night
To any other person but me
Of course not a Mission Aborigine
But the guy in new shoes
Did this to me
Of repeating patterns most certainly
Oh who will want to know
But those most owed
Will give up for eternity
That any material wealth is be made of
And my Dreams are about to be
A large net web ball see prayer thing-um-me
Is maintaining
An new Arc in Law
Of pictures for all
That shaytans can know of God’s covenants also
In Jesus through me
It is the Ant who told me
And the church a true believer among is her glory
But only one and the leader among
And if this story is bad
Then what kind of Hell
Are American shaytan
Imagining their Muslims in
Since my askance for cover
With offer to pay for
Links with invasions of
Palestine
Afghanistan
And Vietnam
That I am sure that I am
It is nazi shaytan
Who came here became Australian
That prevent our fighting for this
Land
But for Levithan
None of us know
We had
Already thus been loosing
So therefore
Must our win be
This land
Bathed as it is
In blood and bone
We are who every have known
What wudu is worth
To your own
When shaytan are all ant
I’ll need no urine and faeces
Nor will had to mouth
Mean no more than needed
If our Australian and newcoming shaytan
Continue to prevent this work
That they will learn is
Their luck in being here
Is our will to take our way through Hell
Has saved us from
An Israelist Truth Terror
Base of chemical warfare
Forcing us to our hate
Unless they further prevent of
Their shame is
They stole from
Their own
And Americans are in voice
Against that wasabi music ban
A Japanese dessert
Obviously so as to prove their Islam
While our Aboriginal Australians not around
Are proven in Hell
That traffic lights do tell
Pre-dating
And what they who also invaded America
Will learn
And clear now
Is what has been found
Those shaytan whose will has no Hell yet to tell
Could only manage birds
Never the animal status
Thus Aboriginality is
And insects have status equitably enriched
But therein shaytan need have
Truly a way out of Hell
Since shaytan attempts at Humanity
Have proven to be
The snail is who
Chickens ate though
Only stomach so much of






(It is entirely unclear to my self how much written work is made that so translates between Shaytan and Human, apart from the obvious of the likes of Spike Milligan, but within Religions and am unfamiliar with any; but there by have developed a necessary respect. In general the entire matter in connection with shaytan communication is either extraordinarily labourious, or distressing, or distressingly funny when the carnal body needs that respite. I need make most clear that there is need for my self to be female and accepting of Hell in future, as well as of having already walked through, that such fluid communications are available. Is it needful of me making plain that this whole situation that I am in with respect to shaytan, is of course a giant set up, but rather one too large to accommodate within the mentation of Humans or shaytan. But through me, and others following, most especially my sons, it should become, that such forms of making shaytans tricks plain, are available widely; and then also the methodology of convincing of without real lust. Once the style of assembly of tricks is apparent, then the style of expression of becomes also so. It is most probably that most Muslim shaytan conceive of more complex components of expressions than these. The simplicity of these writings is largely due to the wordless nature of much of Australian communication.)


(But maybe it truly is that I am only the last to know of these matters)
(last Muslim)
(?)ffended: (it looks not so offended to me but shocked)

I hope that the story is resolving within its own internal logic
the beginning is dissipated except in the experiences of participants
but I hope this is the end of the thread of
no more loose ends

[Curaezipirid]

Alaikumassalam
87 veiws of this thread is a lot with mainly only me posting.

There is a bit of additional information that is sort of inside the Ant story but that I am here to express more outside of it, and within a more Human, and less effected by Shaytan, way.

That is because it is information that relates to my immediate life story, and it has become critical to be actively asserting my self as no Shaytan. However, the empirical data that needs to be related is explicit in a fashion that usually only Ant people (who are Shaytan) get.

This is data that is immediate here about my own health, and the condition that it is in due to associations with Shaytan; but also the conditions that Shaytan are masking in an effort to prove a point.

In 2002 I was recognised by representatives of all Australian Aboriginal

[Curaezipirid]

the post I was just making was cut off suddenly and became posted without me pressing the post. and I am in receipt of imagery in mind from Shaytan demanding that I choose between an Indigenous Australian Aboriginal identity and a Muslim identity. I understand that such a view is widespread in accordance correctly with one among the Madhab. But I reject and can and will make the necessary arguments in relation to within that Madhab in a different web site later today. Meanwhile the computer is freezing up the screen on me and I am getting angry, because the material in this post is a necessary prerequisite to being able to sustain my argument. The very basis of what I am here trying to express is that I am being constantly thwarted by my ability to communicate well with Shaytan, in that other non-Shaytan are thereby regaling me to the social status of a Shaytan. Yet the situation is worse even. I am going to post this much and then try again in a third post where I was interrupted in the last. Shaytan should not be accessing electronic devices at all for their means. It is as I wrote in the post of poems addressed to all site admin. By electronic means

[Curaezipirid]

another post interrupted and posted without me pressing post. By electronic means all shaytan are disrupting the method and means of communication through Prayer. This is the reason for Satan Himself. This is the reason Iblis as Satan approached Jesus as is described in Gospel. The reason why Jesus defined that we must follow Him in death to follow Him in life. Shaytan can be green budgerigars until we work out which of all whom are in such a fall are the actual Shaytan and which are Humans fallen among and which are kafir caused by and therefore becoming hasnamuss. The computer got Ant riddled. (first b second h third A is stopping.............)