Cotton via Cotton's parrot via Croquemitaine.
I am Cotton's ghost, speaking through the holy ghost of my trusted parrot.
My mission is to guide humanity, that must liberate itself from the Black Pearl, shrunk and imprisoned in a bottle of the matrix, a conspiracy of the Dark Ones.
Gaians in name only, pretending to be sentient humans, are really electrochemical machines governed by low 2D astral aberrations fighting for the control of their cerebral centers. They tickle the pineal gland and infest it with astral worms.
Extremely pervert dark magicians spill the sacred semen, that instead of being dedicated to divine purposes and consecrated, crystalizes through the cycles of Dante's Inferno. The bottle, made out of dense crystallized semen glass, can only be destroyed by alchemical transmutation. The Enlightened know the secret key to 5D hyperspace.
The soul must climb back up from the levels of hell, by experiencing the tortures of all the saints and martyrs. The adept sips and snorts the nectar of ecstasy, flooding the nadi-dendrites and producing higher frequency essence, including kerosene. The alchemical distillation and purification of petroleum produce high frequency esthers that can reveal and defeat the hologram.
This causes Gaia to heat up and nasal demons can be extirpated with the scalpel of Horus. Ignorant pseudo-intellectual Homo Sapiens, claiming to be scientists, say that it is climate change due to emissions. But True Gaians embrace the nocturnal emissions and the heat, then bathe in the holy ointment.
I must now leave you, my holy ghost parrot is eager for its num nums, made out of the fart of angels. I'll be back, if the astrological conditions are right and if there's a safe path to navigate my UFO through, amid the cosmic wars.