020_THE BITCH IS PSYCHOTIC

The woman is a creature who carries an enormous amount of tragic events that happened and are happening on Earth. Nobody else would or can.
That’s her job! She is expected to perform this “act” automatically and without complaining. That’s why she is here.

All this tragedy massed up together is manifesting through a woman.
This is how it expresses or may express! Only through a woman!
IT can express to a certain point, and only if it stays there and repeats its circle of Pain inside Her to infinity… Like some deadly radiation in an abandoned nuclear plant! It should stay there…
Nobody sees it, nobody hears it, and nobody listens to her screams.

It is not her fault. She saw it too much, she saw what she saw and she didn't like it. Too much to bear is too much to bear even for her who has to bear with nearly anything.

She used to freak a long time ago, but then it backlashed her.
Then, when her madness subsided (well, it doesn’t go away by itself, they usually make it go away) she was sentenced to thinking. Again!

It's not always a pleasant way to think. She’d rather no to!
Sometimes she'd just like to take a nap… and then sleep... Sleep and forget.
And then sleep some more and sleep and perhaps dream… And forget again.

 Nobody is counting the times she thought killing all children would be the best solution for all but then… who would come after her? Who would fulfill her dream?

She’d be left alone, remain alone ti infinity. No hope that that someday somebody will understand her and look for her!
She thought nobody would ever come.

No one will hear me, no one will ever understand me… she thinks.
You see, you get used to nearly anything. Torturing, slowly dying in a concentration camp, to be raped constantly, you can even get used to your husband’s beating…. but you can’t get used to LONELINESS.
You never can get used to loneliness.

God created so he wouldn’t be alone anymore – did you know that!? He created in defense... then Mother placed beauty in it. And joy! Sprinkled it with Love… That was before!

Now she thinks: should I tell them that I only love some of them, some of my children, that I love some more than I love others? That I love some others less?
What choice is this? Sophie’s??

When creatures are born, mother gives them body. She does it the best she can and knows how. Most of the time she really is psychotic, but despite of all the hysteria - at spring the grass grows!
 The forests are green again and the trees are exuberant. In autumn - they bear fruits! 
When the time comes animals give birth to their little ones and the rain falls on dried land. The sun warms the frozen ground!
In short: despite Her insanity, despite unbearable Pain - this bitch functions! She delivers!

Her children seem to be spoiled brats, and quite often suicidal too (like their Mother!). The psychotic bitch thinks: This is all my fault… it is because I am such a bossy bitch…. how could they be any different with their Mother like that?!

So she is accepting every sentence her children make to judge her.
She thinks castigation comes from God. God wants it so He punishes her. Even her children are a punishment.
 The Church is letting this know to her every day of her miserable life. Each word coming from them is blame thrown in her face like Spirit would do it if She was still in heaven with Him.
They are here to remind her of that. They do His job here instead of Him.

 It doesn’t bounce from Her and goes away. It stays with her and forms the expression on her face! She is now old and ugly, cranky and tired.

She is desperate to fight for those she loves. She knows they can’t do it without Her. And She knows She can’t do it without them involved in her fight!
 She must know they want to live. Maybe they don’t want to live… maybe this is why everything went wrong on Earth?

So She fights for the animals, many don't understand Her here. Animals have instincts mankind has lost…
They think She is a fool. But in madness, everything becomes a trap. Everything is a stakeout, every sound is noise and every voice…. a warning that it may get worse than it already is – a sign that the worst hasn’t even begun to take real shape. Horror is still waiting!
She is psychotic, alright! There’s no doubt about it.

But She's still giving, something comes from her... She delivers! She does what Life needs to continue. It may not be perfect, it may not be what She always desired… but Life survives because of Her! Bad as it is – it survives.

Now, try and imagine those in parliaments who play Democracy on somebody else's fatigues!
Democracy can only exist where there some things function constantly and roles are being played no questions asked!
Like Nature.

It can exist until we are certain that the grass will go green again in spring and rain will keep watering the ground and the trees will bear fruit.
And we count on roles being played on all levels. We count that there will always be electric power and there will be a stock of food safely stored in your refrigerator.
We must count on animals and animal instincts that they'll multiply and herds will grow bigger. and the butchers will slaughter them.
In short - Democracy is based on blood and meat and bones of those who are ready to offer their head for us so we survive… and so they play the role and fulfill their commitment EVERY TIME.
That's what Democracy is about!
This too is self-understood in every society.

Until you can slaughter a living creature, a being that was born to be slaughtered, you can feed all those who were born to invent democracy and then re-invent it when it doesn't work. Because more people die when democracy doesn't work, or maybe just different creatures die when it does!

But what happens if suddenly things weren't so self-understood anymore!?
What if »a psychotic bitch« doesn't make the grass go green again? What if… Mother takes away electricity and power? What if tree rebels and refuses giving fruit?
What if the animals go crazy if they get sick with some virus unknown to humans, who can fight us and mutate… and we can't touch their flesh anymore…

Do you then kill vegans and put them into a freezer?
And just how long do you think you will be doing this if Mother took away electric power?

What then!?

Then you will have to rely on the bitch not being too crazy and will despite her madness, give us something to eat!
So, say hello to Her and ask her if you are her child too.

'Cuse if you're not, let Her then tell you WHOSE CHILD YOU ARE