What the devil need’s to know ..’

When you know your worth they can’t fcuk with you ..’ – Anthony Everest

Good morning (afternoon / evening) from London.

At this stage of my humanities, career and perspective on life, I have come to a narratated conclusion with great inights that I gave the devil – (yes, the devil), too much credit over my life.

See, I know this is a some what, tabooish-off topic; and controversial notion in professional contexts. However; I would be foolish to dismiss the effects of evil in our (my) daily humanities. The silence to it is a narrative of compliance and the worst. That is, the real – crazy.

Demonic antics, race or prejudice aside. This is real, and I mean business when I confront this spiritually. There are forces that insist on augumenting peace, love and harmony for all, with anarchy and divisions.

Tediously mind fcuking attemptedly and cahooting in systemic guises with diabolic wickedness in every frame. Insisting we are delusioned; in their defenses. Ok dot com.

My response to that is love. The devil is not real and nothing real can be threatened. I stand for love and exist from that space. Anything contradictory to it in that space is obsolete to me. Hence, my love rants.

God is love and no power of hell can change that. Even if it froze 66 x 666M times over. I am a perfect 7. Always have been. Huff and puff and bate all you like. God said no.