“Now those little ones have become stars, falling, rushing downward to hell, earthly hell, and, once their light has become extinguished – as dying stars are oft to do – they will become lights once again, twinkling lights of illumination each and every one of them amidst the thousands of glass mirrors in the chandeliers amidst that most secret fortress, the beacon of the Dark Mothers, felt by only her most choice.”

SOURCE: Excerpted from Dark Mothers, Tempel ov Blood 2016 Era Horrificus. Photograph from an AGENT rank advancement ordeal in rural America, early November.