By the way, I never finished my story of my first visit to Ukilia. It was my first introduction to Blood and money ceremonies. It is a great day...this 8th day after Halloween. I met people, all famous, I had not at the very least expect. We were all stark naked.

My part in this ceremony? I was among those going to be sacrificed for the 1,356th Blood and money ceremony. I was brought before an altar...bla bla bla. I am not winning any disciples at that. I have many more important things to do than sitting here narrating to you my encounters. The point is that I was going to be sacrificed into the Kingdom.

I'm not going to write those words you expect me to use in description of my feelings when I was told by a celebrity (name with-held) to prepare myself for my last breath. Kind of weird! A murderer finds you on the road alone. He tells you to wait as he pulls out his knife.

So, you bluntly wait...for your death. You expected me to come out as a superhero...kicking the asses of my to-be murderers, not so? No, No. None of that stuff. I was killed. Murdered. Pierced by everyone. The knife was sharp. You expect me to tell you that I felt pain? That I cried for mercy? That I felt the great urge of living? That I screamed?

Ok, I never did any of the above...(trust me, I'm lying) Keep deceiving yourself that I never went through the pain! Keep telling yourself that I never felt the stabbing agony of the knife that was pierced through my belly! In this blood and money ceremony, new rules were made by the Master.

A New World Order was made. Changes on how the earth was being run had to be made. One of the great things that annoyed the Master very much that day is the fact that though He was given the keys to rule the earth, it seemed Christianity was dictating his rule. One of the basic rules set up was the acceptance of the same-sex marriage. It was signed by 11 famous leaders of this day in a blood pact.

They invoked the name of the master six times and in every turn of invocation, blood of a young virgin (of course me) was sprinkled on the head of each member. A knife made of gold was passed around and each member present cut his right thumb until it bled. A drop of blood was collected and placed on the pact. I was preserved in some form of black-magic spell. I could not feel my body. I could see my own self in a pool of blood. My own blood. And yet no one was caring a single bit. Remember I had a headache in the first place. The headache, as you shall see later, is nothing but a portal of transport to Ukilia for ordinary men or senibaths.