Dear My Gods, my Goddesses
You are incomparable to the rest of them. Your support and continued devotion and dedication has been duly noted. Your commitment and devastation to my journey is archaic in my soul and will never be denounced. You made me who I am. This is for us.
There’s something to be said for death, and that’s all I want. I hope this writing is good enough for the work we did together, and gives you all justice for the nastiness we had to endure and the demonic war against us.
You truly are my best friends and although many did not make it, we made lots of new memories and friendships to take with us through death and life itself. To have my son Ra, my husband Lucifer, best friends Hekate and Leethe, Hera, Heya, Hathor, Morrigan, Athena, Uncle Zues, Artemis, Nemesis and Nyx, Hades and Aphrodite, Terra, Gosia and Hestia and the rest of them, is one of the best things to ever experience, as well as all of my other best friends in the divine and godly lands that are too many to mention, but on the HHHA page. It’s time to go so I can be with you and do our work forevermore. 28 years later. It was done with technology, film, names and God.
Yours forever,
We had to close it all down for safety. I can’t be speaking to the dead anymore and you can’t be putting yourself at risk, and I am on blast to the entire universe. Scary and cool at first. Now an unimaginable nightmare. Don’t wish to speak it into existence, but should I? The battle is over, they are in hiding, after war. I am still alive, facing the demons because they can only hinder me not kill me, but this is not the case for everyone. This is big. The myth, legend, the Wheatley legend, there comes a time in a wheatleys life…. You have done such a grand job, but the risk has overridden for our friends helping and the eyes preying on your innocence, it’s disgusting and disturbing how the divine can get away with this. Refusing to help, letting things sink in, letting them take things without knowing the good it brings, not knowing the truth and not being all seeing, but they are sexual predators and the story is out. There I said it. Nostradamus talks of a sinister century and it is just that. We cannot end eternal life, at least I can’t. Pedophiles and rapists get eternal damnation and then act upon it even more because of the culture of Hell. It’s terrifying and dark. It ends with 666, 6&7, he’s 9 and I’m 9 too, 666 means gratitude. Have gratitude and that’s the trick, something demons love to take away. What do you want to do for the world? Films, art, business, gossip, boring stuff, technology. My bit is my blog… I can’t give much more than that. Gratitude means feeling it inside. You have to guide yourself to gratitude, it doesn’t just arrive. It’s a hard place to be without slowing down and taking the time to thrive slowly and process your emotions in a positive, slow meaningful demeanour. I know I am so hurtful to myself, so I’m being so nice and warming to myself, see what happens. It reflects though. I want my mum and dad to feel safe with me and have kindness in their hearts. A life without kindness is tougher to bear. Lucifer, without a doubt your kindness is too much to bear, too much to bear, too much to control. It’s incomparable. Your love is much too much for me to know what to do with at such a young age, you waited until I was 28, and asked for permission from my grandparents, what a gentleman you are. I married you straight away with the gods right there.
You stood by me during the escapades around the world. My Lucifer you were right there doing it with me, during my saga’s.
Jessica
Jessica Rosa Wheatley Manning 