When I was sitting in the same corner of the room in Tartu, next to the piano that the cat had pooped in a few months before, she arrived to me again as a spirit and told me that she was the mother of the hindus and that I had almost destroyed the whole India after rescuing it... That I almost had ruined my own success if it wasn't for her... She showed me that she was some kind of red-black mother of the hindus.
Then again I remember a spot where she showed me that indeed she was real, she showed it in a cat-shaped mat form flowing in the air for a flashing moment, while I was sitting as a child and crying and shaking all over, the finale of Beethoven's symphony 9 going on all over my being (embracing the child rape)
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