“The syntactical nature of reality, the real secret of magic, is that the world is made of words. And if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish.” – Terence Mckenna, who also said:
“I think there is something to be said for admitting that we cannot do it alone. That if you want this spiritual insight, if you want the Gaian matrix to welcome you, then humble yourself to the point of making a deal with a plant. That’s the key.”
The plant he was talking about is psilocybin, the magic mushroom, which grows on cow shit.
That’s where we get the phrase “holy shit.” And, “that’s some pretty good shit.”
And I might take Mckenna’s thoughts on humbling one self before the mushroom one step further: once you are ready to humble yourself to the divinity of the cow whose shit that mushroom is growing in, THEN you can get somewhere spiritually.
Allow me to explain.
There was young man who was deeply unhappy with his life, and anxious all the time. Upon the behest of an admired spiritual teacher he decided to give up eating meat. And he was baptized in Aries, in the blood of the lamb. Now Mars was on his side, the strength of a warrior, ready to take on the meat industry. Then he gave up dairy, and was baptized in Taurus, the bull/cow. Now Venus took attention to him, and he discovered his feminine side, the intuitive emotional body of the planet. And he saw that she was suffering. The spirit of the Goddess is stuck in the meat and dairy industries, suffering with her cows and bulls who are being raped and butchered and having their baby calves kidnapped right from under them, kept pregnant and milking continuously. Being treated as breeding machines – all to feed a profoundly ingrained human addiction.
He saw how the heart chakra of the planet was being squeezed and suffocated under this terrible weight, and his newly opened heart felt a bit of her heavy burden.
But his new plant-based diet and his study of the occult brought him closer to God, and further from the despair of his past. He found he had an affinity for sym-BULLS. He would let them swim around in his mind, and took comfort in them. And he rejoiced in the Lord.
Learn the syntax of the bull, the Ang, the Ang of El, learn who the real ang-els are. Proof of God is hiding in the words, in the etymology of English, or Anglish, the whole language is built around the holy cow.
And why does the cow jump over the moon? Because again the crescent moon looks like bull horns.
And her milk is white as the moon. With fur black as night, and white like the moon.
The elites know that the Goddess is a cow, this symbolism is embedded in the Rihanna song “What’s My Name?” She sings,
There is Innana, an ancient fertility Goddess.
Or is she singing to the Sumerian God Anu or An?
In Egypt she is Hathor:
Who births Enlil, Lord of the air.
Air made of OXygen. Ox. The Oxygen we breathe is 02. The two bulls.
One of Enlil’s sons was Nanna, or Sin, God of the moon.
And sin was introduced when man stopped humbling himself before the cow goddess and began using her for milk and meat.
Rihanna wearing white and black like a cow, goes into a store to pick up some milk.
She gets distracted by Drake and spills the milk.
Riotous living distracts one from the sacred science, we’ve let the milk go bad.
India knows that the cow is sacred. Ancient Egypt knew. Only modern western culture forgot. The goddess of the earth is in the cow. The heart chakra of mother earth is crying, weeping for her missing calves. Just so that you could eat your pizza, your pepperoni pizzas or buttery scones and croissants, all that milk, all that cream, it’s a drug, we’re addicted as a species. We’re addicted and it’s keeping us in bondage.
That’s not food that’s an addictive drug to lower your vibration and accumulate negative karma. Oh Nanna!
And the bulls, the angs…we’re still angering the bulls and killing them for angus beef.
The matadors in Spain still driving a spear into their angry hides but first confusing them, angering them, gloating them on in that torture spectacle called a sport. So that the last moments of their lives are spent in frustrated anger and confusion. This article estimates some 250,000 bulls die each year from bullfights. In ancient times the event was symbolic of the movement of the sun through the zodiac. In Aries the sun slays the lamb , in Taurus the bull is slain, but not literally, the sun does the slaying metaphorically in the skies, we don’t have to.
Don’t you see our collective karma is tied up in this, in how we treat these sacred animals? And all animals, but there is something about the cow…the Ang, the An, the Ang of El. These are the angels, not literally but they are indeed messengers of God, it’s in the words…the message is in their names, there is no denying it… Anglish is from the Elohim, NOT invented by man. It’s the great spELL of EL, the symbol language (EL-ANG-uage) of the bull God EL, the moon God Nanna, and Hathor the great cow mother goddess, it’s her spiritual milk we must drink symbolically . Not real milk…drink soy or coconut milk.🙏
The spell is in the twELve signs of the Zodiac. Why El? These codes often find their root in ancient Paleo-Hebrew pictographs. The first letter Aleph (A), as we already covered, is shaped like an ox head, and the 12th, Lamed (L) is shaped like a crook, staff, like the ox goad, a tool to spur the ox along, and is smack in the middle of the 22 letter alphabet:
The crook or ox goad also connects to the cross to become the glyph for Saturn:
The crook which becomes the scythe of the grim reaper, Cronus, old man time.
(A special thanks to Truthiracy AKA Christopher Lord for all the knowledge but none of the wisdom, and to Santos Bonnaci for being that spiritual teacher.)