Chamomile instead of the clitoris

I thought: what should I do with Lona? On the one hand, she is a woman, and on the other she's just a sex machine. Need something to do with it because it's her favorite work and she will not stop. We tore her away from Shri Ram, burned everything her in him by a blowtorch so that nothing in him was left of her, but she can go to others men. Just at that time I read a book about women in the revolution. And was an episode about a woman surname Zhuchenko. This Zhuchenko was demonstrating to the Bolsheviks that she is for the revolution, and in fact she was a spy and an agent of the secret police, passed into the hands of the tsarist secret police many of the Bolsheviks, before the October revolution occurred.

When I read about this Zhuchenko, I thought that I just say about this Lona. This Zhuchenko was an embedded agent of the tsarist secret police. She pretended to be among the Bolsheviks, and she passed the secret information of the Bolsheviks to the secret police, and her espionage activities were uncovered. She fled abroad, but even there she was afraid of revenge of the Bolsheviks. More she could not conduct espionage activities, and suffered greatly because of this. The tsarist government paid her a huge pension, for the fact that she reported on many Bolsheviks, was a very valuable employee of the tsarist secret police. And in this book I paid attention to such words: «Zhuchenko meanwhile lives in Berlin exclusively private life, without being engaged in agent activity. In 1910, in September, she wrote to Klimovich: „It's hard, my friend, not to be in favorite business! Without any hope to return to it“».

And I thought that through these words I was told what to do with Lona. I thought I should take away her favorite business, without any hope of getting back to it. This is her favorite activity is to seize men into her field, into her space from which they cannot go, forcing them to give up their wives, chase their wives out, bringing these wives in such a state that they think of themselves that they are no good, that they are cold radiators, no one. And she has sex with those men. Sex is her favorite activity, her favorite work.

This is her favorite activity. She's the ideal of the vagina. In sex she has a special assignment, special training, special chips, and special characteristics. The torch burns well with her. When she takes a new client, the torch works for him to the fullest, as gas from a well. There are gas a flaming torch when the gas whips out, and out of the ground burning raging fire. At night from far away you can see these bright torches. She gets a new client, who needs to be eliminated, and he has a torch burning bright, very well works in sex. With her, his penis is very cool, works like a super-powered rocket and with her he is just a beast in sex. At the beginning with her, he feels at a height in sex and thinks that he was lucky to meet such a woman that she is a real woman. Then it ends completely, she completely drinks all the juice from him, all his sexual power, and he becomes impotent in all areas, on all plans.

And I was told through these words about Zhuchenko it is necessary to do so that Lona lost this job, this beloved business forever, without any hope to return to it. I did not understand what it means: the completely elimination at her libido, some kind of sterilization or the establishment of her aversion to sex, so she didn't want sex, so sex to be distasteful to her, to make her sick at the thought of sex? What?

She left so many women alone, drove them out into the street, in an inconsolable depressing state, I thought. And need to send Lona into spiritual world, otherwise why she to us came? Just be left without your favorite work, without any hope of returning there? This, of course, is good. But one must also go to Krishna. And I decided that she should meet the devotees of Krishna when she will lose her favorite work without any hope of going back there and when she'll be desperate and would say, «This life is empty. My favorite work is not and never will be. Maybe hang yourself?»

But she will be saved by a devotee of Krishna, whom Krishna will send to her with a book about Krishna, with «Bhagavad-Gita As It Is ».

Lona will take this book, begin to read it and understand everything: it is useless to hang herself. Because even if you hang yourself, even if you get drunk pills, even if you cut your veins, nothing will help, because the soul is eternal. The soul never dies. The soul can't be cut, killed with pills, nothing. So it's not going to help. And she will decide to go to Krishna. And Krishna will arrange for her to go to Him.

When I said the 119^th series about it, appeared a screenshot from the «Mahabharata» where Krishna made so that the waters of the Yamuna parted and opened wide straight open road. In this way, Krishna has shown that Krishna will remove all obstacles in the way of Lona to Krishna and she will go to him freely. She will take prayer beads and will chant Hare Krishna mantra and return to Krishna into the spiritual world. As the Bible says, «So the last will be first». And even such Lona will return to Krishna, because she came to my Shri Ram, and I will make sure that she will remain without her favorite thing and reach the limit, but Krishna will save her.

I burnt those three organizers of the project who were erasing unnecessary Asuras with the participation of Lona. I gave them to the women they hurt. Those women mocked these three Asuras long and hard. And when these three out from their bodies and flew out to their future lives, I took up Lona. I felt so bad when Lona came to my Shri Ram. She wanted to humiliate me, and to make him a complete impotent on all levels. I was so hurt it was all that I decided to hurt her more. Much, much more painful. I did it three times.

In the first set I fried her from all sides, as usual. At the second time I formatted all her chakras. This is when here listen to music, hands dancing to music in a spontaneous dance and somewhere far away, through space at someone chakras are reformatted, as if here the hands dances, but does something in the chakras of human who is far from you geographically. As if hands nominate something, retract, change, insert something, and include something in the chakras. Such a spontaneous dance, when your hands are moving to the music, but in fact dance move are projected on the chakras somewhere there, on the other end of the wire. I so by my hands formatted Lona`s chakras, especially the lower and then went up top and fully opened her Sahasrara chakra.

And at the third time I let into her those women, whose I already was letting into before it into those three Asuras, who were the organizers of that project with Lona. I looked at Lona, at this time I sang Narasimha Maha Mantra, I began to look straight into her eyes and I made an appeal to those women who as a result of favorite work of Lona left alone, humiliated, in the bottomless abyss of grief and despair. And I said mentally to them, «I call you all, women, who she hurt, who she humiliated, whom she striped a husband, a loved one, because of whom you were told you are nobody, worthless, has to leave into loneliness, hopelessness and feeling of the worthlessness — she is here! Come here. Do what you want with her».

I stared into her eyes, and they suddenly appeared from somewhere and all through my eyes, through my beam, entered her eyes and plunged inside her. And I told them, «She's yours. Do what you want with her. Be pleased. She is the one that did that to your husbands and to you». I was lucky that Lona was with Shri Ram for only two weeks, but in their case, it was much longer and more fatal, with the full lowering to the bottom. These women were not lucky, so I told them: «Do with her what you want!» What were they doing in there! I stayed out.

One of them sat and was picking by some stick in eyes of Lona. Droningly so... so completely blankly. Lona has caused what a great pain that this woman's, that she's become like that... She sits and cannot do anything else. She can only by this stick, by this twig in her eyes to pick. Other women somehow more or less actively did something. And this woman was sitting and monotonously and stupidly sway from side to side... Someone was gnawing inside her belly. I didn't stop them from doing it, and then decided to see it through…

I thought: we reformatted all her chakras. From above, too, have made as need to. And in all other centers we did well too. And we burned all her negative by the fire. But we must make sure that she really lost this business, without any hope to return to this work of hers, which for her was a favorite. I thought: what to do with her? I inserted long metal pin into her from below, and then poured it into her vagina a bunch of iron thorns, which rust from any moisture. This iron thorns because of any excitement in her female organs begin to immediately become active and immediately are priced and it's unbearable. And with there still some poison stands out... and these prickles dig into her vagina, such prickly and constantly rusting... And these prickles will hurt her with every move she makes. And if she will have at least some sexual excitement, she will have to learn to control her feelings, because with such constant wild pain to live impossible.

Then I poured the thorns in her stomach. And then I did the piercings in her nipples by prickly spines, and inside her breasts too, that at the slightest her sexual arousal, these thorns immediately activated and began to prick from the inside these places, which were her erogenous zones. As soon as her breast begins to respond sexual, thorns dug into her nipples and inside her chest, will disclose and will cause her great pain, it will be fun! She was so proud to have such sensitive breasts, it worked so well... and now she will must to learn to control her feelings, sexual excitability and sensitivity. And since this is her favorite work, she will have to learn to control her feelings constantly. I feel sorry for her, but she didn't spare me, I thought. And she also did not regret those women. Don’t spit in the well — you may need to drink from it.

And then I proceeded her main organ of the body, her main toy, which she was most proud of. I sat on her clitoris and began to make frictions back and forth on her clitoris, and inside me was a hard, rough sandpaper. And with each my friction on her clitoris from it shavings were peeled off. And then I quickened the movements, and I shredded all her clitoris by my emery in tatters. When I sat on it, I thought: what kind of lesbian tricks? But there was nothing lesbian, there was only work. When I reached the very core of her clitoris, it opened completely, and instead of the clitoris was a shapeless open flower of his rags.

I looked at her former clitoris, and I feel better: all, she no longer has this favorite fun and will never be. And on top of this flower I poured some chemical salt, corroding everything there constantly. Now, with any of her sexual arousal, with any rush of blood into her genitals and thoughts of sexual pleasure, this salt will immediately begin to corrode everything there. And she will restrain her feelings and her sensuality with full dedication. She'll have to do it, or she won't be able to live at all. Because as soon as she will look at some man, she will feel sexual arousal, which she loves, and immediately in her breasts, inside, and in her mammilla the thorns immediately will activate, and in her stomach the thorns will activate, and in her former clitoris, and in her vagina inside, everywhere the thorns will begin to act.

With Lona is over. Her favorite work has come to an end, without any hope of getting back there. And now she was destined only to control her feelings. She never restrained her feelings, but now she will have to learn to control it. She was very proud of her well-developed sensuality. Now she will try to do everything to keep this sensuality in check. It's hard! Very hardly. Especially if to this so much habit. But what to do? That's life. Don’t spit in the well — you may need to drink from it. She didn't spare me a bit. Shri Ram and I are an eternal couple. And Lona dare to intervene into the eternal couple, in our relationship with him. She decided to destroy eternal couple.

All, now her only path is to Krishna, because of her unrestrained sensuality, which immediately will activate the action of the prickles poured by me inside her. Now only the Hare Krishna mantra can save her, I thought. I well by the emery whittled her clitoris... Good chamomile turned out... As soon as she will has a sexual desire, excitement, at that very moment, she will begin to feel severe pain, because, due to her sexual arousal, the thorns will act inside her female organs and her clitoris will burn like fire, because it is now like a bare nerve in a tooth, as the live exposed nerve. She lost her favorite job, without any hope of returning there.

She did a lot of nasty things, she would go to hell for it for a lot of time, but she was lucky: she was sent to my Shri Ram, to erase him completely, she had fun with him, said: «Chase her away». And he sent me away, because he couldn't help himself. At Lona everything was configured in order to man could not resist her and her desires, but she didn't know I am an inspector of Universe Patrol. And I'm not just an inspector of Universe Patrol. I'm in Krishna's service. He told me to do it, and I did it.

I put in jeopardy my husband Shri Ram, my eternal couple. And I became the Savior of the Asuras. Each of them could be her prey, her victim. She galloped on them like a flea, she made one man impotent, then another and so endlessly. And how many of them were still to come... But I took down Lona and saved them all. Now they're all my debtors, I thought. But I'm not greedy, let them give me my Shri Ram forever, that will be enough for me, I thought. After that, for a couple of months, I periodically would looking at her and activate thorns in her, and at some point I saw that she could no longer tolerate, that she is ready for anything to end this torture, and then Krishna told me not to touch her anymore, He took her under His protection, and she went on the path of devotional service to Krishna.

Shri Ram and I got back together. But I have established a persistent inferiority complex that I am far from his ideal of woman. He must be sorry that I am like that, I thought. Lona's much better than me. I do not want to harass men. And I don't want to become as a rubber doll. I truly felt sorry for him. Such an instance has sailed... She was tidbit, which he immediately swallowed, deciding to leave me. I'm much worse than her. I have cold radiators. I felt so sorry for him... He is forced to be with me, such a duty for him. No escape. I'm such a usurper which does not fit him according to the desired criteria. But the acts of family well-being we have with him safely resumed.

And he started coming to me on sleep territory. In one dream we were getting on the bus, there were a lot of people came, and at the door of the bus was evil conductress. And suddenly we had no tickets. I tell her, they say, how much for a ticket is necessary, and she is so categorical: «All tickets at the box office, go there». I was upset, I turned back, I see, Shri Ram (every time in a different way he was in my dreams) looked this conductress in the eye and gives her money. She took them like a robot, and we got in the bus. I was very surprised how he did it, and then I thought that he is an asura, for him to do the manipulation with her mind is pushover.

My resentment at him did not pass, and I began to think to forgive him. I thought maybe it was his manipulating my mind. But still... the signs of the Universe have Come to improve our acts of family well-being. I strongly hesitated, but then come around, after as me in the oracles said, that do this need to, nourished German, this will improve our lives. Indeed, improved, and even as... So it we went good, stormy, I myself from myself did not expect this... Looking at all this, I thought that, perhaps, my radiators specifically before the arrival of Lona became cold. It was necessary that it with it was. and now I allowed him to press all my buttons, and everything was very good... I immediately notified all the Asuras.

How did I do it? Singing to them in the 121^st series of my novel “My Roman. I’m asur’s wife” the song of Yaroslav Klimanov «My star».

I didn't tell Asuras directly, because they are fluent in allegorical speech, extracting the hidden meaning from usual words. I just sang this song, telling them about Shri Ram and me, about our way through lives in this material world full of dangers and traps.

And I remembered the feeling that came at me when he was somehow approaching me there, inside, around the heart, and how there was such love that I was scared to even look there, but so wanted to go there and stay there, feeling it completely. But it was impossible to do this, because there was such a strength that I was afraid that from there I would never return, and I live here, raise children. I feel so good there... And this sense of I so felt in those sessions with pillow, when from me themselves poured words about love and I seen golden light and Shri Ram was still with me.

And then I remembered how in me the life files were raising where he and I were together. When I sang the protective mantras. But I refused to look it, I was scared to watch it, but I knew that we were there together. But he saw it all, and right after that, he came to me and started saying «be my wife, become my wife». How long has it been... how many things happened after that? What happened to that pure sound? What exactly was it covered with? I remembered the words of Prabhu Sasha that I came to him in vain, and thought: who is he to me? For whom did I do what I didn't have to do?

I thought that it's like I remember everyone telling me not to make that decision. I saw everyone standing around me and saying, «Refuse it, refuse it», but I didn't back down on my decision. Why did I do that? Who did I do this for? For who or what? For that clear sound? But is it possible, if so much time has passed, many lives and we are completely different... I'm so sorry, that I came to him. I so want this pure sound, but probably it is a pipe dream, from which me tried to dissuade. Shri Ram is an Asur, he lives many lives as an Asur. And they have a completely distorted view of a woman. I don't want to have anything to do with it. What about that clear sound then???

In these words, I openly told the Asuras that we with Shri Ram are back together. That his image is standing over me on my inner screen again and I look him in the eyes out of Aisha's eyes and I think, «I love this man». And for this innocent, naive and sincere Aisha, there is no one else. And I like to look at him from her eyes. She is generally far from this world and its concepts, and I do like this fairy tale…

And I think that in this my novel “My Roman. I’m asur’s wife” I'm saying that I made it all up, that I composed it all, and I'm starting to believe it, that Yes, it's all just my fantasies, but after that I again feel him, and I don't need any proof, because he's here, not even at arm's length, he's in my heart, he was never without me, he's always with me. He's so close... but then I think again that no, I just made it up, it can't be because this does not happen.

And I remember in the sessions with pillow I was looking for him, throwing everywhere my invocation, to all the spaces and said: «Where are you? Why aren't you anywhere?» Who was I looking for there? Is it possible to look for someone whose has never been and whom you do not know? But why does I feel him, as if there was no that emptiness in the space, as if a second, a moment had passed, and as if it really is all is, as if it is all true.

And I feel that sense of death. All this time. Continuously. And I think: how did I live there, away from him? Who was I? How did I do something there, knowing he was out there? What happened to me? What have I become? I so mercilessly, so brutally, so detached expunge those who get up in front of my inner gaze. What happened to me that I became this? And why those I cross out feel love and I don't feel it? Where does this love come from? They have no more past, they are in the present, they feel this love and pull their hands to me... and they fly there, looking into my eyes and submitting to this feeling…

And I see how I shoot by him through the coverings of the material world into outrageous distance, where I can feel Radha and Krishna. I see him flying there, and I think: I came to you to take you out of the material world, because I don't want to be here, and I will going there with you. And I see me shooting by him into a spiritual world and myself flying after him, to where a very different world, where there is no parting and no past. Where only the present. Where he will fly, because I came to him to expunge him from the material world. Forever.

And I have already destroyed so many Asuras and obliged them to ask Krishna and Radha for us with Shri Ram, and they will do everything to make it happen. His striking out from the material world is inevitable. Whatever he thinks and whatever choice he makes. Because the result will still be the same: his striking out from the material world. And I was singing this song and saw that I shoot by him right into the spiritual world and follow him there, forever.

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