Humanities Makeover
(From motherdevine, Letter to the World, 2009/2020.)
Home is an earth that looks and smells clean, is attractive, and comfortable and is easy to move around in, and radiates positive messages because the purpose of homemaking is to provide a safe and comfortable environment for those that live there. These inhabitants, they, we, are called the Püzzacrats. An umlaut is over the u for it communicates a happy face. This is a combination spiritual and political kingdom for it fulfills both purposes, the Püzzacracy does.
Püzzacrats are all Congagayionalists. The drum roll begins. Aquarius polarizes Leo and this kingdom is headed by thee King, the Lion of Judea. The most successful form of government is a benevolent dictatorship. “Never was one loved by that many”; the return of the Cosmic Christ in the Aquarian Age is the return of the redeemed Merlin, Arthur, and the Arthurian Figures to our spheres. It is now when man blossoms into actual Camelot and the promised return to the Garden.
A Garden where nothing is forbidden .T.S. Elliott said, “Home is where one starts from.” A Garden where nothing is forbidden for nothing is hidden. This is the beginning.
PüZZACRAT. The matchless name. Was yet to ever be anything more tame.
It is everything we have always wanted in a word. The Püzzacracy. The Püzzacracy is a Cat’s Cradle. Püzzacrats pooze, schmooze and purr- me- ate. Have we eaten? Have we all? Our Last Supper is the quicker-picker-upper! Hi, Purr-Girl, we give you the world! Cats-purr the friendly ghost. Ghost is host with a G. Gee Whiz I love thee. Liberty’s crown is her crown chakra.
Püzzzacrat can be spelled with 3 z’s because they take naps, everything is kissed by cats. This is fixed principal. We can give the Prince a pull, for He will shake everyone's hand, emotionally available throughout all land.
The Püzzacratic Oath is World Satiation, what a vibration, a standing ovation, the Full Invigoration, it is Transfiguration. The Püzzacracy is the buzz word. The buzzer went off. Humanity is awake for all of our sake. Sakes alive, snakes and bee hives, we fully thrive, at last we survive. All succeed from the union.
YES, SIR, we have got on more than our swerve. We have got all that we all deserve.
Catanadromous, we go from salt water to fresh water. The waters of the lady’s Living Water from the urn of Aquarius. The quarry was a query and she answered the question. It was a rock quarry. Rock and roll on.
Catnip for the masses, roll up on other brothers affectionally and adoringly, overflowing glasses, whiskers and satin sashes. Püzzacrats are She-lions, they tell the truth cause they are other than lyin’. We other than have flaws, it is the clause in our contract we contract and expand exactly right. The Cat has our tongue, more than some.
Every night nitro. Glisten and listen. Dances in ballrooms with friends. Kittenish Brotherhood deep in all neighborhoods. We other than spank our children we other than kill for food. We other than hurt each other we are other than in the mood. We other than smoke cigarettes and we are other than rude. We thank God for our blessings. We other than circumcise our boys, we other than throw away our toys. Nothing is disposable for everything is at our disposal. Püzz Control we are on a roll.
