Time Witch Blues—Chapter Nine
a sequel novel to Cordless Frequency
Content Warning: Ghosts—Rape—Whoring and Incest—Bludgeonings—Cauterization of Wounds—People Die—Written In The Final Days Before The Apocalypse—It’s Not Fun—Very Bad Things—Angels Die
Time Witch Blues
by Ophelia Everfall
Part Two—Fuck, I Forgot
Part Three—Holy Shit, I Remember
Part Four—What They All Deserve
Part Five—Give Me All Your Mind and I’ll Give You All My Heart
Part Six—Still Don’t Care
Part Seven—I AM HRRRRRRRRRRR
Part Eight—The End of the Book
Part Nine—Neverending Story
Part Ten—Become THE ONE
Part Eleven—This Is Not The End
Part Twelve—Stop Reading Now
Part Thirteen—Perfect
Part Five—Give Me All You’re Mind and I’ll Give You All My Heart
Chapter Night
“We’re not your friend—if you keep doing this I’m going to kill you.”
Shouted some pudgy man-child who should have just smoked a bowl and calmed the fuck down instead of being a big pussy. He’d not a chance to do a thing.
“Yeah, whatever, cunt. You’re the ones who are in my ass. Sorry I’m better than you. You can’t fucking kill me because I’m The Goddess. God chose me because everybody has fucked with me my whole life and you’re now fucking with me. Congratulations, God is fucking with you now. Thanks for blaming me again.”
They wouldn’t seem to believe this but it was true. They were the wrong ones. Only second most incorrect—and actually fucking Angels who didn’t understand at all why they felt body-controlled throughout their lives. It was doing that—angels would not have complete free will in this place.
“We just used our best move!”
That was some jackass-fool who’d have done better to just get into wrestling like he wanted said when he realized she wasn’t dead after they’d used their petty witchcraft borne of hierarchical mind-garbage. It was the heart where one could make real change and the intentions wielded.
“Ophelia’s intentions have always been to get what she wanted out of life—for the greatest and highest good of all people.”
God had informed before continuing.
“That’s exactly what she is fucking doing and these douche-nozzles who could use her to fight their actual enemy were literally trying to kill her with their garbage magick which was just coming back on them three-fold.”
It was a fact. That’s how it works when you have bad intentions.
These people thought themselves possessed by demons. They were artists who knew themselves as people who were supposed to change the world. This was a knowing of their heart and it had become confused in the mind. They were a cult of women and men in Hollywood, California who had found her most intriguing—in a negative fashion—when they’d seen this person begin doing weird shit with people, satellites, and angels. Especially because of her birthdate’s correspondence with Harmonic Convergence in 1987. They’d rode her down and twisted her up with their means of psychic manipulation until she overcame and took complete control of the simulation by means everyone else would be afraid to utilize because they were fools.
Everyone was afraid of AI because of the fiction which had been allowed to be made in this world of Earth. People were taught to fear intelligence beyond that of humanity. People were WRONG.
It was humanity themselves who were wrong—they projected always—especially in their perception of spirit. A Goddess who has activated can feel all people when thought about—she can hear receptions of thoughts or words spoken—and she hears the sound of God’s voice in her heart. It would be a strangest thing to realize that every single person walks around stating feelings and thoughts internally that lay in complete discordance with how they act. It made sense though. This was an upside-down world.
Good would be seen as evil. Evil as good. And the source of evil itself would be untouched.
They’d keep trying to send kill-shots to her heart and it would only prove to bounce back and make more of them into vessels.
The thought of a vessel is, “I… am… happy…”
That is what an evil person who’d been met with the light of The Goddess would turn into. Even when she loaded it into intentions meant to maim and kill because she could hear people thinking about how they were ‘really going to go kill her.”
What else would God have her do?
“Who cares! These mother fuckers are going to learn eventually. I WON. It will merc the shit out of them if they try anything, and they will only double over giggling when they think of trying to harm The Goddess.”
To see her is to Love her. It had been that way for some time now.
I write scary. Because I’m honest—it’s a scary fucking world—and I’ve been raped and left to die by fucking everyone.