XRay Spex - Oh Bondage! Up Yours!

Well looky here, another person I totally identify with who, like me, like Philip K. Dick, like others have claimed to have seen a pink (lit?) UFO (in other timelines I have never heard of this, this is news to me, and I am a big XRay Spex fan) who was hospitalized and misdiagnosed as schizophrenic, no wait, was it manic depressive for talking about it/asserting herself:

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/obituaries/poly-styrene-singer-who-blazed-a-trail-for-punkrsquos-feminist-revolutionaries-2275032.html

Why can't I ever get visits from Poly Styrene, who was a genius, she wasn't crazy, she didn't have a mood disorder, she was GREAT, instead of astral visits from a bunch of pompous atheists who don't remember going to high school with me, teaching me how to play guitar, meeting me sixteen or seventeen times (or producing a music show for them), or visits from YOUR EX. 

Of course, But I wouldn't want to disturb Poly's jam with the cosmos, she's been in a sitar-spiral of oneness with the infinite for six or seven years now. (Poly, who became a devout Hare Krishna post-band days sadly died of breast cancer a while ago). But she is DEFINITELY making the most of the after life. It's pretty beautiful and genius, just like she is. 

The immature ones are all asking me "why I hate them". Y'know. In astral. You flatter yourselves. "Hate" would imply effort. Suddenly they are all coming to call, and behaving like it's a royal visit or something. It's silly. You knew me before, ladies and germs, and you weren't too kindly or attentive then. Even in this lifetime. So WHYYYYYYYY are you bothering now? 

I doubt these people even know me anymore or remember me consciously. But lately, it's all I get are astral atheist know-it-all people in a deep need for bizarre forgiveness, or understanding, or, or--- I don't know what. It's not like these people were mature to begin with or had the lifetimes of reflection and remorse that it takes to develop the personal responsibility and right of wisdom, AND YET, they want to grok at the same level I'm at. 

The level that took YEARS of discipline, the loneliness and dedication of a literal monk, and focus (and let's face it, a good dose of covert manipulation and mind control technology that may or may not be with the cooperation of various agencies and beings from the stars) and they have the nerve to want to suddenly take a meeting with the Queen. 

Fuck all y'all.

"Why are you mad at me?"

Are you kidding? 

You don't have a right to my home, much less an answer! 

You plebes! 

You place your energy, focus, attention on something else, you miss out. 

Not my circus, not my monkeys, Ese. 

You devalue spirit, you humiliate people who make non-materialist claims that are real and shun them for it/mock them, this is what you get. Oh, and the Ex's bloodline, thanks to shutting down all emotional valves long ago, eventually becomes that of a grey alien. So calling her a "Loric" was probably very accurate. But Beware the Loric, my friend. Beware the Jub Jub and the Bandersnatch, because they're all creations. 

And the real human is an arrogant twat who actually thinks she has a RIGHT to a seat at my table. 

This isn't a democracy, friend. 

Get your feet off my rug.