Divine Missions, are only great when they are dreamed of.
Or talked about on, paper.
Not lived.
They speak of Dante’s NINE LEVELS OF HELL inferno, but I personally have experienced more. Every floor of Hell, is harder than the last. The heat, the pain, the intensity. No mortal normal human being ever returns the same person, that is, if they EVER return. As much as I have endured Plutonian pain, my pain is nothing compared to those who run from THEM. I have a respect and Love beyond human comprehension for those survivors whose testimonies confirm what we are shown DAILY from a psychic/occult standpoint.
On walking the floors of Hell, dear Spartanite and Spartanite Man reading this — those floors are necessary for you. They will BURN your flesh alive, as my flesh was burnt and through the power of the Kundalini, we thank the Serpent for her wisdom to give us the TRUE GNOSTIC TRUTH of this world, so we can help others. Pain isn’t about crying unstoppable tears, love. It is about your soul trying to twist itself out of your body through those tears and you’re doing everything to keep it in, because it isn’t your time yet. The THUNDERSTORM of Hell, is such. Most people are frightened of Hell because it encompasses everything the human spirit HAS TO PASS, as a test — in order to rise to be of Divine Service. Those who have not walked the FLOORS OF HELL, cannot LOVE fiercely, wildly, and powerfully. You have to endure HELL to attain HEAVEN. There is ONLY PEACE AFTER PAIN. Read this as MANY TIMES as you need.
You walk the first floor of Hell, and it is the hardest. Your flesh is weak, your emotions are tender, and you’re drop kicked into the fiery pit of the Infernal, to find yourself. Not find a way out, find yourself. You scream murderous screams as the fire consumes you whole, but polishes you. FIRE burns but my darling, it purifies. It removes the excess. The filth. The nonsensical garbage. It turns you into hardened steel. Your emotions evolve into their proper fashion. You scream more. By now, your flesh is used to the burn. By the time, you arrive at the fifth floor of Hell, Hell looks like a walk in the park. You actually begin laughing through tears and challenging the Infernal on what they got. NOW, they have respect for you. They upgrade you to the Ninth Level. When you pass the NINTH level, the next level is Heaven. I realised I was walking in Heaven one day, wearing a beautiful pair of jeans, a classy top and my small red bag across my body and hopping, skipping, and singing, along to my car! I had passed the Nine Levels of Hell.
Sometimes, I used to see glimpses of Hell and wave to them there. They taught me well. They taught me to be a SPARTANITE.
So, I will tell you reading this. LIFE is going to test you. Life is going to destroy you. Life is going to laugh at you and tell you, that you can’t do it, that you never will be able to do it. That you will never have the strength to climb out of the PIT that they have dropped you in. Oh, Life.
HOW WRONG YOU ARE.
WE WALK THE NINE FLOORS OF HELL AND OPEN THE GATES OF HEAVEN FOR OTHERS. DO NOT DARE TRY TO STOP US. DO NOT MOCK US. FOR YOUR SCORE WILL ALWAYS BE BELOW THE SPARTANITE MANIFESTO.
COME.
LIVE.
EXPERIENCE.
The Key of Heaven awaits you. The key of Heaven, is LOVE.
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