The Chatty Grim Reaper: Ghouls, Goblins, Gourds & Ghost



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The Chatty Grim Reaper: Ghouls, Gourds & Ghost


In the midst of cerebral cortex telepathic battle Cloud~Walker Khia was able to disengage and uplifting her spirit to the  astral plane back towards happier more pleasant time when her greatest thoughts and desires centered on the Best Vibes Collective for their interactive dance party.  The DJ spun records of Old School groups from the 20th Century.

Joyful memories of dancing to the music of her favorite groups such as The Naked Wild Swans, Party Flavors, Snails 7th Planet, and Gryffynn AutoGraph

Hanging out with her Sister Clouds laughing at the gangly jumpy boys balter about the ballroom.










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The Chatty Grim Reaper: This Page Intentionally Left Blank



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Khia and Rhyan were now locked in full on virtual mental battle that engaged the uttermost recesses of their neural networks. At this point when as Khia began to weaken under mental strain backup arrived. Dhani who embodied and manifested all thought demons had taken on the flesh and now stood ready to utterly destroy Khia vibrant frequencies. These frequencies were the only vibrations Shielding the the Khemetic world. Perhaps now Khia’s Struggle Dance was about to turn tables as it was a sign of desperation that Dhani had summoned denizens of the underworld.


Palnoor and Palsot in the Guise of Trillionths?

Khia inwardly exclaimed, “Do my eyes deceive me? Is this just an   Ocular Delusion? Ah Yes. I have entered the Wheel of Time.”

The Soul Transporters came rushing in tearing down Rhyan’s Rheumy Rusty battalions drowning them in Myrrh and Frankincense.

Dhani in retaliation unleashed a pack of albino mutant rats that ate everything in their way including each other. Dhani knowing well the accelerated power of the Grimoire lobbed Khia’s faults and flaws over her head like demented tennis match.

The skies crackled with electrical energy as the Nightmare called Dhani emitted odors from the horribly tangled and mutilated bodies littering the mental landscapes like so much dinosaur dust hurtling through space. Dhani’s venal proclivities Cleo and Leo were akin to marauding  protruding Vulgarities bent on chaos, havoc and utter destruction.

The battle raged along the Infinitesimal fringe.


Palnoor and Palsot dispensed with the magic myrrh and frankincense opting for strength of Trillionths which sprang from their foreheads set for Rhyan targeting Dhani. The chase was on.


After running what seemed like miles exhaustion overtook Dhani who lay where he dropped into a mossy forest glen his body prepared for confusing floating nocturnal images. There the roots held him fast as other root systems penetrated his skull sutures and thrust forth liquefied brain matter.



The Chatty Grim Reaper: Columbarium Ether



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The Chatty Grim Reaper: Columbarium Ether



The Chatty Grim Reaper: Columbarium Ether


Spirit, Mind and Matter Over Flying Divergent Tangents

Lightening ushered forth from out of the ground, a phenomenon that startled Rhyan long enough for Khia to engage her powers.  She committed acts of Ambrosia upon sacred grounds/Lands/Earths & Soils.

Powerful transcendent alchemy shook forth the Soils. She could not allow Rhyan to access the Grimoire. Khia had memorized the Grimoire of her family. The Grimoire ancient books of spells, amulets and talismans, charms and divination had no desire of it’s own but took on the plans of those who possessed it.

Transmutations of Triffidious EchoOsis

Strange plants began sprouting of the ground. Extra terrestrial super vegetation consisting of typically short plants with long narrow leaves, growing wild or cultivated on pasture, odd seed pods appeared strays from regurgitated bird food from winters long past that decided to grow.

These grassy reeds once summoned grew forth and multiply engulfing surrounding wild meadows. Roots spread like a little Army.  Reedy Battalions lurking under the ground, awaiting Resurrection.

Softly illumined by a canopy of glowering green pods filled with a mixture of alien embryos nurtured at Necropolis North a Chartreuse within the sylvan constellation a beautiful busker-boodle consisting of Flying Tangents populated by elegant Cherry Red Full Lipped beauties distributing Jankers.  Killing them with Self-Propelled Witty Knives.

As Seen Through The Panopticon

Sprouting Transformation threatened to open the Earth and Swallow them Whole. Sprouting Candelabra hands.  Etheric messengers and mystical travelers at once engulfed the land. Shores began to ebb and flow. They were Met with such unbridled force that produced crystallized earthquakes within the windstorm.

Khia had to use the full force of her Khemetic powers to contain worlds of changing Discourse. Khia’s strength was being tested within internal war zones for Rhyan had summoned Dhani the Destroyer from her cerebral cortex. Dhani and entity so powerful that it had the power to transverse worlds, universes, galaxies one’s thoughts, memories and desires with the ability to externalize itself into a fully fleshed creature.



The Chatty Grim Reaper ~~ Objects in the Mirror Are Closer than They Appear



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The Chatty Grim Reaper ~~ Objects in the Mirror Are Closer than They Appear


Cloud Walker I have been waiting for you. Waiting always. In the midst out of the Myst came the Whistler. The Whistler who was present at my birth. There for my Mother’s transition now appeared in Her Full Glory of bright vivid raiment bedecked with Jewels that I might attain my purpose and mission. Her tightly coiled Locs were red, blue, and violet hues free flowing whipping in the breeze of arrival.

Your Mothers was a truncated race but you my Daughter Mother Star~Child shall finish your course.

When the mothers are young She starts out like a cobweb like structure. A living breathing and growing colony. On the surface we may look like one intact structure but we are individual elements interdependent upon one another. The Larger and more mature Mothers are the more children she can support. Well developed Mothers have a symbiotic effect where the Daughter Mothers feed and nourish the Queen Mother and She them. The Queen Mother as well as the Daughter Mothers are nutrient and mineral rich colonies filled with enzymes, quarks, protons and neutrons. All minds are One Purpose.

Wait for the Khemetic Verse.


Parliament – Mothership Connection


But first Star-child Let us attend to the mundane. I need no sustenance as I am in my Ascended body but you have not yet attained and require earthly nourishment.


Urchins in the well.

Wait for the Khemetic Verse.



In the midst came blasts of Green Glazed Temples. Along with herself She took herself Soul Capture Device which recorded images and transferred them via sensor chips from brain to brain. She shook herself free from all limitations.

Then came a flurry of white Hatchlings like a blinding white Blizzard blanketing the sky. Pale white skin absent of color. Devoid of Life. A Sign of Death. With the white-out came the skeletal rider upon bony starvation horse leading lost souls to fancy white-washed Temples of Grandeur holding dead men’s bones.

Spores. Benediction. Blessing. Grace.

Wark! Wark! Cried Clumsily executed criminals who had suffered victims denying them mercy.  Demented now sorrowful souls doomed to wander whited barren fields of broken tombstones.

Searching tomb stores filled with broken neck shadows wailing and gnashing of teeth. Crying out for peace yet peace was not to be found. For the torture they imposed upon others while in the earthly realm came forward to visit them cursing wicked ones to be wandering wailing shades and shadows. Neither betwixt nor between.




Khia ~~ She who was born out of time and out of season into a world she knew not. One that she did not recognize nor did recognize her. She searched her cerebral cache finding memories of another planet, distant galaxy, alternate solar systems from which she sprang. The Remembrances came rushing through her cortex like speeding bullet trains. She could make no sense of them nor could she put them in chronological order. Often the Recollection trains ran upside down and backwards.

Indigo. Indigo Child. Where are you?

Be at Peace for Resurrection is near.

Writings from Decca.

The Swift Dromedary brings Occasions of Joy.

For My Crown has never left me.



recollection, remembrance

The Struggle of the Two Natures in Man

Vajra Guru Mantra (Sacred Chants Of Buddha)


Oshun and Shango Thundered from the Seas and Oceans into myriad Cosmos.

“Pale, Pallid, wan, ashen, bloodless, Waxen, Chalky, Pasty, washed out, ghostly, deathly
attempted to overpower, ruin and genocide the Red and The Black, The Burnt Sienna, Mela-nation of Queens and Kings but in the Year 2059 Ethiopia shall Rise Again!”

“Silver Eyes See No More but be my Prophet within the Land when we shall send you”

And from that Day Forth She saw Naught save the Mystical World within.

From thence descended a tingly feeling like pins and needles coursing through every pore, vein and artery. Like a powerful electric shock combined with Lunar Solar Eclipse except this was internal and not external.


Skeptic Septic voices


VISCERAL Concave Convex Corners


Divergent Tangents