I Have Chike Pride

"What's you talkin' bout?"

"Stupid idiots who mock me."

"Ha. Then woah... Here you go. Ha. Ha. HA!"

Actually, there is an issue I care about in you that you constantly disrespect!

Huh?, said Tupac.

That's how much.

.......No one got hurt though. That might cause disrespect...

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HATE. Tupac pointed to nothing. Actually it was someone else. Chance.

HA! If you don't think I know my guides would disrespect myself to point out YES Chance.

I am worried about Crossing Over. Innermost.

I know that. Hurt.

Everyone was hurt in the end.

"And that's a fact"

"Wooh, factual. You are only doing that for me, huh?

All of Rachel's Spirit Guides groaned. And that groan went on and on because wow, stupidity.

Burn Like Jesus: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Time for some energy work! What would you like to do today?

I was thinking. We could do some energy work on Chance. To make him a little bit darker in his fantasies about me.

That's a good idea, if you want disaster! Said my guides.

But I do!

Well then, we'll do the work. We'll get started, you wait right here and breathe deeply.

AND THEN...

Now, let's look at some of the fantasies he's having. Since your minds are connected, you can see what he's imagining. Think Chance, and breathe oxygen for it helps the channeling process. I paid attention to my mind's eye. Before long, it started coming through. I began seeing in my mind what Chance’s subconscious sexual thoughts are. He is imagining me sucking his dick. Then, a pool of water appears next to him. He puts his hands in it, pats them together, rubs it on his dick, puts some more water on his hand, then rubs it on his dick again. Then he stands up. He fucks me while we are both standing up, in an impossible position where he sticks it in me while we are both just standing there normally. After awhile, he takes it out, and says to me, “spit.” Why did he say spit? He is telling you to spit out your nicotine gum. On the spiritual plane, he sees that it is always in your mouth. What is he imagining now? He is imagining you tied to a bed, your arms above your head, your legs spread way open and tied down. He is thinking about entering you. He is looking at you with an expression of, “I have you.” You are looking at him, wanting him to please you. He is entering. I imagined this in my mind. In my mind, I see it. Then, he pulls out. His torso lifts and goes forward, so he is sitting on my chest, with his genitals facing me, but not in my mouth, him lying down. Then he lifts up again, and does a somersault, and he is going down on me. The chains melt away, and I melt down with pleasure. Then he stands up. What's he doing now? He is talking to you. He is talking, not about sex, but about a relationship. He is telling you that he not wants, needs a relationship with you. In order for the sex to continue? No. Because he likes you too much. Now let's see what Chance is imagining! He is imagining another guy fucking your digestive track. You are hating it. That's what they want. Now, he's taking it out. Oh, now we are going homosexual! He is imagining another guy sucking his dick, and doing it better than girls would. Not because he is interested in other guys sexually, but because he wants to think guys would do a better job than girls would. Why's that? Because they want to think guys are better at love, not sex, love, than girls are. From a sexual perspective, guys would rather love another guy. Because it is demeaning to women, and they would like to think, from a sexual perspective, that men are superior in every way.

Burn Like Jesus: The Beginning

Chapter 1

On the surface, I was doing little more than “recovering” in my parent's eyes. Underneath, I was doing all sorts of fun and interesting stuff. It was hard to imagine what my life had been before my spirit guides entered the picture, what with my rampant fear of homelessness. Now, I had a promising career as a medium and energy worker. I looked around the house. Everywhere I went, I was looking at fun in the sun. I watched television, and my guides always provided commentary on whatever I was watching. I couldn't imagine watching television without commentary. I knew I would make it out of this rat hole, unscathed, with a lot going for me. I would use the guardianship trial as leverage, to make it into the public eye.

When I woke up every morning, I immediately thought of my spirit guides. Whenever I had an interesting dream, or any dream for that matter, I would ask my spirit guides what it meant. One night, I had a dream that I had ate a lot of dirty cat litter. I didn't remember eating it, only that I had done it. Now, it was up to me to clean up the mess I was left with as a result.

What does that dream mean? I asked my guides. They told me it was one of their clients on another plane's issue. We were so close, our minds were so intricately linked, I got the dreams that weren't meant for me. I believed them, always.

This happened, night after night. I got a dream that was meant for someone on another plane. When it happened, I got annoyed. Why can't I have my own dreams?

I woke up one morning, and I got a picture of Martin Luther King Jr. in my head. My guides said he was here, and willing to help me out with the mission. He had been on a mission too, they told me. A lot of people through out history had been on missions specifically designed to make some sort of change in the world. When one mission failed, which they never did, it meant disaster for the plane they were on. One time, a good important mission failed, and it led to something like famine. An energy crisis of some sort.

Well, well, well. Said my guides. Are you ready? We have some energy work to do!

I am ready as I'll ever be, princesses!

Time to begin! We love you, Salioness. Withhold information from the parental units, for this is ground for a lifetime of hospitalizations!

Whoop di do. Withholding information from the parents. It could fill books, how much they didn't know.