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In this most noble hallowed place: I can now promote the never ending story of our history being callously ripped up and shredded by a dark mysterious sinister terrorist group, .. simply called (the Others), and that's basically because in all of known time; no one has ever come forward and claimed responsibility for totally disgracing God's most holy master plan.

A cunning holy master plan that she'd apparently worked very hard on throughout the long dark ages.

A cunning holy master plan that would have ultimately seen God's cherished children raised up to a state of godly-grace: -- a noble grace that was actually born from humanities own humble origins.

Use this humble link to continue reading about the holy godly primer: Amen!

On my website the bloomin' bloody spammy auto-bots are constantly knocking on my front door, then running off, but not before leaving their stinking pile of poop on the stoop. To stop it then draconian measures had to be taken; whereby the only way to contact me now is by selecting the link page.


Login link:
To further stop the poxy bots from flinging their shit through my letterbox: I've implemented a registration page process, that is separate from the one used by the WordPress core: which means that the foul stinking dung be' flung right back at dem' dumb-arse botties'.

Mayhap -- if though dost wish to become a valued board member, then please feel free to fill it in. No spam, (guaranteed.)

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.

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Outside Intervention Registered.

Forced animal-(hybrid)-machine mode deployed, (open-me subroutine activated).
– Matrix code and biological permissions successfully merged in the prescribed scheduled time-frame, .. predictive actions running at 100%.

Attention STUPID Human!

A sign saying ‘Open Me!‘ – Isn’t a command.
Confidential Monetary Report Follows.
Conclusion Begins:
– The captured consumer has actually *bought* their own personal prison cell key,
(Then happily locked the door behind them).
– And did it when *you* signed up for *your* own beloved credit card,
(But are now paying off your blue dues in prison with a mountain of debt covering the door).

Resolution: the [ Consumption Bots ] have the human-monkey-race trapped.

– Give a google amount of monkeys some typewriters, ..
And one of the gibbering little freaks might well reproduce one of Shakespeare’s minor works in an eternity, (or two).
– Give a google amount of walking animals some credit cards, ..
And one of God’s gibbering human monkeys *might* well resist the urge to use it after a few seconds of shallow contemplation.

[ What’s written above is a pause in your life: don’t waste it, ( spend it wisely ) .. ]


Close this shit

Ain’t that so cute? – An innocent looking form on a web page; asking you to register to go on their exclusive mailing list: never seen that before? – { Huff! }

Anyhow: if you do sign up, then this is ( My Promise! )

(Just a cleverly constructed list of timely compiled acquisitions.)

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.


Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.