25/03/2024
Holi out there - the grotesque of people‘s faces, distorted by alcohol, drugs and hyper-excitment - joining into a tradition they do not understand anymore. Just inverting it. joining a mass hypnosis leaving entry points to call in the evil. Music playing at excruciatingly high volume and mhz frequency that pierces the energy field, throwing toxic paint at one another, wanted or not wanted. l***y boys seeing an opportunity to touch female breasts, animals being painted, the poison entering their blood system, as they strays do not have soap to wash it off. When looking at it from an observer perspective it is not a pretty sight. light years away from its original meaning of truth and beauty. love and spring festival.
Holi celebrates the love of Radha and God Krishna. It is also the day of triumph of good over evil the victory of Vishnu as Narasimha over Hiranyakashipu. What might have originated in devotion purity and deep meaning has been used as orchestrated mass oblivion. Like in all traditions and religions. It keeps people occupied and in a low frequency under the illusion of bliss and joy. It is tricky territory
And like any other grand festival I spend it either celebrating or not
My furry ladies and i huddled up at home avoiding the hustle and bustle - playing classical mudic and Klaus Wiese‘s El-Hadra, my head exploding with pain - entering the realms of Jeffrey Wolf Green‘s Neptun 🙏