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Writings. The Cursed Life. Temujin Rao
This blog is the story of a cursed life. I am a forced Twin Flame/Divine Counterparts/Divine Soulmates (blah, blah, blah, blah).
My life has been destroyed. Am I a love dependent? I wish. And that is no insensitive remark to the millions of people who suffer from traumas and love dependencies on this shithole of a waste of time planet.
I know love dependency and how it is a psychosis in itself. I, extraordinarily, found a way to come out of it and ascended into my healing and therefore, my Soul, over 15 years ago and can teach anyone else how to do it.
I could have done many things. Unfortunately, that was just the half of it. The next half, the worst 15 years of my life, was actually dealing with men themselves.
I am mapping out these words for the first time on this blog and am still in a state of shock, 15 years later. So, I thought I would start, in trying to put a structure of story together for my first book.
When I am finally through this unmitigated and insane nightmare.
The Emerald Covenant, the Sophia Christos seed of Starseed Indigos in the trenches (Indigo 3, according to a great teacher, Lisa Renee) are here as Gold Order Seraphim and Oraphim, to deal with the Nephilim seed. The Fallen Angels.
There are many groups having to do many things at this stinking time on this stinking planet in this harsh and stinking Multiverse. This is the group I belong to.
The so called Twin Flames, the so called Divine Feminines, who have to deal with the Profane Masculines, so called Divine Counterparts.
I have prophecy and guidance and intuitive communing hanging over me like a fucking guillotine every day, waiting for this fucking harvest of the Twin Flames to come through.
In the past six months, I have had the privilege to tune into readers and seers and healers and psychological spiritual healers, who happen to be all talking about this one subject and just happen to be targeting all their help to the Divine Feminines.
We are High Serpent Priesthood by the way. The original spiritual, psychological, political, architectural, shamanic, scholarly, sex intelligence, love intelligence High Priestesses of the original and intelligent earth. Just call us the Divine Feminines for now.
I have not formally met any other Divine Feminines yet and have no idea where they are, but it has been strangely comforting and shocking to see that we are the women who are the most persecuted Starseed in existence. Because we are the Twin Flames.
And like the others, I am sure, I have gritted my teeth and followed, in full devotion and fury, this path of hell, through hell, for hell, by hell, about hell, for hell.
It's a curse. Every single Profane Masculine it seems, according to these generic readers who are speaking to the female collective (and the real Divine Masculines who are afflicted with the same cursed life), have deliberately insulted, abused, betrayed, replaced, hated, stolen from the Divine Feminines and gone to a so called Karmic (Jezebel), ie a Profane Feminine, out of vanity, fear, mendacity, shame, social whoredom, vanity, vanity, vanity and vanity.
And we, meanwhile, are supposed to keep waiting, while not waiting.
I am literally expressing one sentence of the vast material I have to relay about this subject.
But, suffice to say, if I was impassioned by love, sexual love, sex, emotional connection, I am not anymore. I aim to be the most unromantic writer and communicator about love, sex, connection and the most vain, arrogant, insufferable, abusive, self indulgent, worthless males from hell, that you could ever imagine.
Actually, these days, you don't have to. Think, Andrew Tate + Johnny Depp + Charles Saatchi + any other abusive prick that you could think of.
This archetype is our so called Divine Counterpart. Lucky us.
This whole path has been terrestrial and celestial abuse. And still, while living my own life, I am forced to wait.
I even transcended sex. Let alone, need, what I deserve, what is justice, etc, etc.
The most difficult thing to do for a Divine Feminine. Still, I am trapped in this nightmare.
With men who think being masculine is calling you a gold digger for needing anything at all. Waste of time men, who we fancy.
I have never known anything like it, and as I prepare a more lyrical and substantial outline of all that I have been forced to do (you know, purpose, intuition, being a channel and all that shit), I wanted to share a few words.
I am in hell.
This planet is hell.
Men are hell.
And I walked away from them, 18 years ago.
Nothing made any difference.
I explored the dark. I integrated the dark. I became whole. I called out evil. I worked as a Super Empath and Dark Empath to deal with men who hunted me down in The Matrix. I did everything I was supposed to do.
And I did not die. Much to their disappointment. I was supposed to die.
Well, I did not. Whoopy Do.
What I am exploring now, is the journey of the female soul and how The Multiverse demands it through this extraordinarily abusive planet. The great news is this. Male is nothing and secondary to the Female Soul, which is why they hate us. We are the protagonists of existence.
But what kind of journey and what the fuck for, I do not know.
And so far, I would say - look at my writing - I am not impressed.
True love.
Overrated, stupid, a waste of time, a curse and the greatest nightmare I have never lived.
"I chose nothing. I was born and this is who I am". Achilles. Troy
To be a Twin Flame is the greatest curse of an apparently civilian life, that you could ever live.
Temujin Rao © 2025
