Today when I saw on TV how Luka Magnotta Rocca was brought back to Canada, I had only one regret: that I did not kill him with my bare hands when I met him on the street in Paris a few weeks ago; and that truly shocked me that I felt that way, cause I will not hurt a mosquito.
Now, I understand why Rebels kill a dictator or a father who finds a man trying to abuse his daughter, like in Texas, beats the aggressor till death follows: you can lose your complete mind for a while, at the view of a disgusting despicable creature. It is like God makes instantly your eyes as His, and transform your whole body is a weapon but then I am experiencing this not-live, by lack of better words.
My holier spirit blocks some of my “features” when I am neglecting something, and this might be one missing link to understand, sorry for any caused horripilation, what’s in Luka Rocco Magnotta’s nefarious mind:
I actually did meet Luka Rocco Magnotta twice. There is not much more to say about the second time, while he was disguised as a woman, I was on supernatural mode and only wondered why that trans did not bother me like they usually do on that street, and that was a few weeks ago. I said it first on Facebook, and I am glad now that the Press did not bother me cause I don’t want any association with Luka Rocco Magnotta…till my holier spirit sent me to a comment I made here earlier about Bois de Boulogne cause it was dictated by me in spiritual writing.
Yes, I did met Magnotta earlier, the first time being in 2009 or 2010, while jogging around Parisians monuments on a early Sunday or Saturday morning. Magnotta was literally grabbed by his sweater and thrown on the sidewalk by an African cab driver, and landed 2 meters from my feet.
I asked Magnotta why he was molested and later ordered him to wait for me because I needed a light from the Cab Driver, who stopped a little further from the scene, at my astonishment. I thought that this was like a strange movie with Nicholas Cage in a secondary state; I could not believe that that was actually happening and I had my first red flag because a bad movie feeling means “a maleficent well planned plot” is in action around me. I had only that feelings 2 times in my life before: when going into the man who stole my story and made a movie out of it or when going to the room of the body-guard of a worldwide star who still try to wreak havoc in my life by hijacking my PC and making millions of dollars around photos and texts, stolen from my own life. (Oh, yes; one or 2 stars, I know, are trashy criminals and thieves, who buys protection from Politicians, just like in the mafia, believe it or not. I won’t be surprised that they sell hardcore drugs from their music instruments!)
Later, I will end up chatting for an hour with Luka Rocco Magnotta (Thinking that he might have been victimized and the taxi driver might have gone crazy). I told “Luka” that his country Canada treated me like a Queen, and I was not going to let a Canadian suffer far away from home and took him near the Seine and we sat in my car chatting for 45 minutes…He told me that he loved looking at water and wanted to go into the Bois the Boulogne right away, afetr I faked trusting him. But I took him to Paris 15th and I suggested “He looked into the Seine River” instead.
After driving another 15 minutes to search for cigarettes in Paris 16, the only detail that made me run away from him is this: he had a map of Bois de Boulogne on his phone and was insisting on having a session in there. I don’t know the Bois de Boulogne myself, but Luka who is Canadian knew it better than me, and insisted on having a session near the water. Magnotta told me that there are a few ponds or tiny lakes in Bois de Boulogne, and added that he already had sessions near Lakes and one of the ponds in the Bois, and that this was what he liked the most.
Yes, I gave Luka Magnotta the name of my grown-ups site Lara Victore, while I laughed at that strange coincidence of meeting him while having all my sm gear in my trunk. I told him also to check that my donation would be 300 euros, cause he wanted a tourist discount, so I gave him one probably. BUT, I had to SPEED away after I sent him to get cigarettes in a Restaurant, after I remembered my nightmare a few hours earlier: several dismembered body parts just laying there on the ground in a forest! His weirdness made us spend more than an hour together, so to me I was not stealing his money.
If I had no intuition, I would have given Luka the strap-on session that he begged to have in Bois de Boulogne by paying cash immediately, because at that first encounter, he had that innocent angelic blond wig (I understand now that it was a wig) and just was a very nice Canadian victim of a mean cab driver in Paris, and he was lucky that when I want to help somebody I don’t usually scan my intuition (A habit that nice or spiritual people must avoid), but I would be dead by now.
I was afraid to blog this earlier cause I still am convinced that Luka Magnotta Rocco has, at least, one friend here in greater Paris, who knows more about his activities than we can imagine. Why? Because of what the cab driver told me when I went and asked him for a light, while he was concerned about me being with that man that he threw at my feet, while I was jogging. As weird as it might sound, God often talks to me through cab drivers and “bad” or “rejected” by-the-society people.
To me, “Luka” did not come out as bisexual man. Instead he was clearly a gay man, seduced (Big yuk now) by my very athletic or naturally androgynous body and disliked when I was talking like a real girl without ever raising his voice or showing some aggressiveness. But when I saw one picture of his poor Chinese victim, I still could tell that despite Luka’s gentleness, I could clearly feel that he was absolutely in state to do such things, call me crazy or not.
I might update this later because I am in a hurry cause at the time of his disappearance someone contacted me to ask question about how the Police is the enemy of the abused woman but I also refused to answer.
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