Occult Priestess, Korinne Wilson is transforming into a Media Presenter: The Aptly Named MERCURIAL GRL! The Lady of the Ka(r)m(a)ikaze Trapeze!
4, 3, 2, 1 : Blast Off! The Rocket Grl, live and out of a cannon!
She soars through the ether like a ninja acrobat, defying both death and gravity. This is the big ticket folks, the main attraction. (FULL VIDEO: https://vimeo.com/236881985 )
The Lady of the Ka(r)m(a)ikaze Trapeze!
Blinded, bound, with both hands tied behind her back, watch in amazement as she Unfurls in Midair, Blossoming in trajectory, live action Alchemy!
The Ripe priestess and the juxtaposed ego notions of fear, clash in this Epic Adventure, of a Chick on a Wire!
The noose of the tightrope, The splendor of the Sacrificial soul endeavor, The Hanged Man of Sulfur, at lightening speed she Renounces illusion, and sees only truth.
Guided by the Hosts of Heaven, she makes her way to Destinies Wheel of Fortune, for a Big Spin on the Ferris of Fate. The Russian Roulette Wheel, of Justice, Karma and Sterling Platinum Diamond Merit.
Walk she, with the SUN, the MOON, and the Tune of the Lune. She’s a Particular, Soul SIGnature, of great Import, a Darling of the Heavens and beyond, a Coveted Guest in every high house and court. She is Divine, the Grl all the songs are about, the Musing Mercurial GRL, of Bizarre Love Triangle Land. A Sirius B Production.
In this Episode: Our She’ro is about to Embody the FOOL stepping off the cliff, as a white dog looks curiously upon the scene. Only ONE ROAD stretched before her, a singular line leading to Black or White, with no space for grey in between. The Hanged Man’s doubt, his sacrifice will be worthy of any great fate. Will her Valued Destiny come to Nothing, or will she Learn to Fly? “Just show up” they say, “We don’t care what you wear, just as long as you are there.” They sing. The momentum of 7 years of spiritual occupation upon, One Man, this man, the man she shall meet at the Destiny Lounge.
Under Cover Angels, wings and swords, follow her through the streets of Los Angeles. Now-a-days she is Sure to wear her mala beads, a hat to cover her Hub caped diamond star halo, and dark sunglasses, headphones complete the “Invisible Me” undercover ensemble.
Mercurial GRL: I am a Light in a world of shadows. I cover myself in the black mass of my society, to remain, like them, hidden. A veiled Isis.
Following this soul path, with Providence and cocreative abilities, unveiling in public, being seen, is part of my fortune. I go to meet my soul brother, as a soul sistar, abundant with letters from home, from family. Embracing him with good news, of destiny, soul missions, felicity and perfection.
The Story Book of my life takes an Irreversible, Tremendous, gargantuan turn of Events. From Zero to She’ro, Overnight! Infinite Possibilities, Rainbow Promises and Great Expectations.
RUBBERBAND GRL ME!
How does she Do It??? What force drives this Chariot of Spiritual Fire? How long can she wait, for fate to abate, to release the Alchemical Mate? I have heard as of late, rumor and tale, that a Hero must Avail, in order for the Hieros Gamos to Prevail.
Twisting fate wheels, dharma clocks of astrological timing, Bring in the Music, Dance and Rhyming. Felicity, Frivolity, games of chance are all ruled in line to the ‘Chants. Keep well your Ritual, setting pace within the ever changing rhythm. Zero Point Meetings, bring in broken glass ceilings, revealing the trick of the Magi, to your Sacred Pearl Eye.
For, Where there is Love, therefore Go I!
“Roxie, you got nothing to worry about.
It’s all a circus, kid. A three ring circus.
These trials- the wholeworld- all show business.
But kid, you’re working with a star, the biggest!”
“You’ll be that girl, you’ll be that girl, you’ll be…
Everything you want so let me get up there!!!
I’m the baddest baby in the atmosphere!
And if you listen, you can hear me through the radio,
In that bright white noise.”
Prepare YOURSELF for the RUBBERBAND MAN!
“Hand me down my walkin’ cane, hand me down my hat!
Hey, you all prepare yourself for the Rubberband Man
You’ve never heard a sound like the Rubberband Man
You’re bound to lose control when the Rubberband starts to jam…
Just move it, just move it, just move, move, move it, just ~ Rubberbrand, Rubberbrand Man. Just move it, just move it, just move, move, move it, just ~Rubberbrand, Rubberbrand Man. Get down, oh, get down, lover.” SPINNERS
BEWARE! SOUL GOLD DIGGER!
GO Ahead GRL Get DOWN!
Kanye West ~ Soul Gold Digger
I Ain’t Sayin she a Soul Gold Digger,
But She Ain’t Messing with No HUNGRY GHOST Niga!