Jesus, Mary & Jane

Just as Mary’s got a blessing in her womb and a Truth in her Heart, Jane’s got a curse between her thighs, and tells lies that despise all who rely on the Lord and His Sword.

Ever been with a whore?Whether she was bought and paid for or someone you simply knew had to be a whore because of the way she shared herself with you? A slut? A girl who HAS to have it? This is Jane of the Jungle, wife of Tarzan- Jesus of the Jungle.

Whore’s are a peculiar species of animal and soon to be endangered for the havoc they have reeked on our society and nation. Truth be told though, they’ve often been workers of G-d’s saving Grace. I’d much rather have a whore for a friend than a Nun or proud virgin. Not that I condone what they do or have to do to survive, but that I understand the why and wherefore of the whore and consequently, feel there is no greater love in our world beside the Love of G-d, Itself.

Ultimately, what they have to do, angers me greatly, even when they may be cunning vessels of the L-RD’s wrath and vengeance. And even and especially then, I can’t tolerate what they practice, and would much rather see men in innocence and adoration, befriending women as sisters in the L-RD, without the attachment of the bogus worldly pride of a husband/provider, which is, more often than not, no more than a willingness to come when called for supper. Thanks be to the L-RD for the meal they in enjoy in unthankful obstinancy and treachery.

This is why whores don’t like Jesus, and those in Him, unless they may become paying customers or a way to get more of that which a whore desires most of all- fun, anything to escape reality- and become vile citizens of whoredom proper.

It’s VERY easy to give into and self-adjudicate your circumstances and give to take, or rationalize that the L-RD will forgive you and as long as there is love and forgiveness involved you may become as filthy and loathsome as you please, and yet remain "saved." It is a HARD thing to escape once you have agreed to be part of because as Paul said.

1Cr 6:16-20 What? know ye not that he which is joined to an harlot is one body? for two, saith he, shall be one flesh.
But he that is joined unto the Lord is one spirit.
Flee fornication. Every sin that a man doeth is without the body; but he that committeth fornication sinneth against his own body.
What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost [which is] in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?
For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s.

Sooner or later, even the whore happens upon a bible and reads the Truth about her circumstances and then does judgment begin and the struggle to, if possible, escape the life, and way of the whore, and hopefully, naturally become or return to herself, which is probably an extremely difficult task if you’ve been a whore for a long duration of time and given and taken much of what should have been sacred away and gotten snared in an inescapable snare for your trouble, justly chained to hateful habitual slavery improper. One which affords more freedom and pleasure than working for the Man who protects and provides your space and production which aid in you furthering your business, which now takes on a pride of legitimacy and therein do your options increase for a season or more longer, but at the end of said season, you may find your body and soul are no longer recognizable and the love and purpose you were created for no longer available nor could you attain to such, if it were.

If you have ever been with a slut, you know the source and well of all depression and despair. You’ll find they often take more pleasure in denying their victim fulfillment of business transaction, or said relationship fulfillment rather than fulfill a man’s ego and lust, and if possible cause irreparable damage to the same, because that is what the body of a whore or slut is, an irreparable vessel of wrath posing as "fun" and "good times," which are only available to boys and animals, not men.

However, it is easy to get caught up in the heat of passion, lose oneself in illusion and enjoy the business, because all you are is an abstract object of fantasy fulfillment, and that’s like being famous, a "star" and maker of dreams come true.

Ever, in the end, what remains, is a little girl, longing for something unattainable, until Jesus or a disciple turns and loves you, without asking for lust fulfillment, etc. Lust is fun and easy. Love is difficult, and loving someone who is addicted and loves lust and fun is extremely hard and dangerous and may feel akin to crucifixion most of the time, when you endure alone, praying for an absent and wayward other half.

It’s like a parent raising an immaculate child of wonder in a filthy world. Sin induces an ugly form of pride and an unwillingness, or better said, the singular incapacity to raise our children as we ought and would given the perfect circumstances and settings. The painful "joke" is that the price of creating such circumstances and settings is now sin.

That is why some disciples know and appreciate the pain and suffering of having endured the burning, unforgettable fire of testing, their souls and consciences forever marred, while others remain immaculate in pure innocence of will and desire. This creates the only real "generation gap" extant. For in one, at a point of suffering, is born an immaculate love like unto Mary’s love for Jesus but without the understanding and wisdom of having had Jesus in one’s womb. This is Jane. More like the Jewish mother who knows why they started the tradition of her changing outfits several times during bat Mitzvah, or the Goy mother who may know of some similar circumstance and remedy, enduring a confirmation ceremony.

These unlikely mistresses are as close to worthy of Jesus as any shrine whore may become; as whores who play part-time Mums, torn between the different rewards and pleasures of being either, marred by the psychosis of whom is hard to bespeak and bring forth a true portrayal of essence and origin, because the one cannot exist in the same frame as the other…which is when Jane becomes a Sybil-like character, fragmented in personality, hard to pin down and know, often excusing herself from the room to change outfits, personality and disorder. Is violently unwilling to be seen and known in any context but that which she is willing and ready to present to her audience, be it one child at play, a husband for a day or a mob of filthy pigs lusting to fulfill a cruel and never sated hunger emanating from beneath and below.

Jane- not a mother, though she has many "kids." Not a sister nor daughter, though she has a large family. Heard the Saviour most clearly when he prompted G-d’s disciples to hate family, etc.-even our own lives. This was one of the few truths Jesus shared of which Jane hearkened and said most fervently, "Amen," in her heart, causing Jesus to turn and smile upon her and agree to love her freely, which many times, in various ages, caused him to play the part of her victim, an ass in the jungle where an lamb doth not belong.

Jane’s only redeeming desire is akin to Mary’s everlasting love, a realization like unto that when giving birth to the Son of G-d/Man- yet wanting for knowledge of the great connector of umbilical proportions. Knowing only the perverse pleasure of severing the cord and dealing with the afterbirth. Jane’s moment of birth or rebirth is upon copulating with and defiling a son of G-d and possibly giving birth to little gods who strive with or in opposition to their Father, straining or strengthening the Covenant and Promise made before the world was and before they ever came to be.

Or the unforgivable and unimaginable sin, of aborting the same opportunity with all the malice of a devil, despising the seed of G-d, desiring to throw the aborted child upon a fire to be sacrifced to the Evil One or thrown upon the dungheap where all her descendants now belong.

Thus, Jane does not enjoy nor make much of a mother obviously, nor daughter, nor friend to any man, woman or child- which is why it seemeth so difficult to ascertain that she best represents the Bride of Christ in a wilderness. It is only an obedient Christ child which may subdue Her impulses and base nature and create in her a will and provocation to a loftier existence.

She would much rather be fulfilling her other purpose and be on the "hunt," with her brawny pimp/brother at her side, searching for "business and pleasure," never caring or thinking about what may be the reward of heritage and long-suffering. She wants and has to have it now! Disobedient and contrary to the Core- deceptive and mean as a matter of survival, willing to wed herself quite readily to every and any enemy of G-d for that which G-d may not provide her with, but which she hungers for constant, as Israel in the wilderness- in love with the activity and enthusiasm born within her in this context only, and never wishing to behold her true self nor behold perfection and pride proper in any other. Filth is approved and acceptable, endeared and enthroned, and abomination frequently employed, and all manner of suffering endured simply to prove that which clearly may never be in this world or any other, worthy of all acceptation.

She hates G-d because G-d loves her. It’s that simple. G-d’s love requires a person to love and respect themselves and to rely wholly and completely upon Him for everything. Jane has no patience and no love of peace. Extremely full of herself, yet always presents the opposite to her familiars in the world, who all find out too late that it was all a sham.

Thus, in Jane, is born the test that few may endure, that which no one in their right mind would have agreed to had they embraced themselves and stood fast and firm against the world and its many temptations.

And though Jane service a billion customers, she never has anything. Which is why, though always the center of attention and the life of the party, she is clothed in rags and has a sob story or amusing tale, as fits the subject and orientation, to share with any passerby, which is completely untrue, fabricated, woven and spun in the moment, being a seamstress lost in space and time…

Jane sees the Picture perfectly in Her Saviour’s face, rightly evaluating and assessing the price of going astray and doing so anyway, with cautionless, blind bravado, leading to dire and desperate straits, which only a Saviour may remedy. She only wants a remedy though, and never a cure. Thus when the Opportunity arises for either/or to come to fulfillment and be wed, the chasm created by Jane’s waywardness is so vast, that though the two be neighbors living three doors down from one another, the members of the wedding party are so vexed and wanting, suffering and straining under impossible and unuseful burdens unfit to be born, none may be found willing or able to turn, repent and come clean with any degree of righteous love and devotion for the Word. And none among them may free the Sword from the Stone, and cut the veil of eternity, revealing to the eye naked the realm and riches of the Avalon.

Jane sets her sights on a realm beneath and dives in with all her pride and arrogance, leaving her courage and destiny behind her forever. Her chiefest desire becometh not necessarily the crucifixion of Christ; indeed, such would be to empower Him and fulfill His Work. Rather, she seeketh the impotency, defrauding and defaming of the Christ, defiling and harming any and all as a means of fulfilling this one desire, which is the only meaning in an otherwise completely meaningless and absurd existence which she painfully endures day in and day out, thanks to that annoying globe of light in the sky that perpetuates day and night and makes the world go round. She wants every last member of the Body of Christ to know what it is, was and shall be to be f*cked proper as by a horde of demonic dung heads- Jane’s Jungle-ites, because when her Tarzan escaped the Jungle and left her behind, that is what happened to her and though it be none but her own fault, she was never one to admit to folly and pay the price of restoration and reconciliation, Lawfully. Much easier to defraud a neighbor and makes a mess of the neighborhood, and turn the clock back to the Bedrockian times…Thus she seeks to become none other than the Prick to end them all and Bitch and Whore Immaculate to the end that she might cut off G-d’s providence or claim right to the same, and rule as decider of who may receive of the same storehouse by manipulating a kidnapped Christ child, which is a practice many "parental units" decide to chance, imagining no one seeth nor knoweth what they do! And in this misrepresentation, engender an appetite contrary to G-d’s Will among G-d’s people by bait and switch, flim and flam, wham bam thank you ma’aming a nation of sleeping-walking disciples and citizens of a kingdom they can’t see for want of perception holy. Thus ushering in the Age of Guns and Roses, and An Appetite for Destruction~ Jane’s Jungle.

Brides of Christ, slay your inner Jane and give life to your inner Mary, which may help change you into the appropriate garb just in time for the wedding ceremony.

If not be slain…

I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I had to put her
Six feet under
And I can still hear her complain

I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I knew I miss her
So I had to keep her
She’s buried right in my back yard

I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
She bitched so much
She drove me nuts
And now I’m happier this way
("I used to Love Her" by Guns and Roses)

 

[PLEASE NOTE: AUTHOR IS NOT ADVOCATING MURDER, THANK YOU]

 

Or shut out…

 

Mat 25:1-13 ¶ Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom.

And five of them were wise, and five [were] foolish.

They that [were] foolish took their lamps, and took no oil with them:

But the wise took oil in their vessels with their lamps.

While the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept.

And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him.

Then all those virgins arose, and trimmed their lamps.

And the foolish said unto the wise, Give us of your oil; for our lamps are gone out.

But the wise answered, saying, [Not so]; lest there be not enough for us and you: but go ye rather to them that sell, and buy for yourselves.

And while they went to buy, the bridegroom came; and they that were ready went in with him to the marriage: and the door was shut.

Afterward came also the other virgins, saying, Lord, Lord, open to us.

But he answered and said, Verily I say unto you, I know you not.

Watch therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh.

About barzdovg666

I'm a revelationist/prophestylist, and lover and servant of HaShem of Hosts.
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