MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS: LILITH & CYBELE REACH A COMPROMISE (PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS
(PTSD DREAMS)
CREATED
BY
J. BECK
2026
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS:
LILITH & CYBELE
REACH A COMPROMISE
(PTSD DREAMS)
Hierapolis was originally founded as a Hellenistic Greek city around the late 2nd century BCE by the Attalid kings of Pergamon, on the site of an earlier Phrygian cult center
The thermal waters of Cleopatra’s Pool shimmered under a sky bruised with apocalyptic violet and gold, the mineral haze rising in slow, languid spirals.
The white travertine terraces of Pamukkale cascaded behind them like frozen lightning, each shelf a pale altar reflecting the dying light of a world whose final minutes were being measured not in years, but in heartbeats.
The End Time Doomsday Clock—visible to no mortal eye but painfully clear to every being of spirit—hovered above the ruins of Hierapolis.
Its hands, forged of blackened iron and etched with forgotten sigils, stood at one minute to midnight.
The tick was not mechanical; it was the slow, wet pulse of collapsing realities bleeding into one another.
Lilith reclined in the shallows, long legs parted just enough to let the warm current tease the insides of her thighs.
Sharpened into something crueler, more ancient: kohl-rimmed eyes like twin eclipses, lips the color of fresh arterial blood, raven hair spilling over her shoulders and floating in dark tendrils across the turquoise surface.
T
he gold-threaded white robe clung transparently where the water had soaked it, outlining small, high breasts and the shadowed dip between them.
Heavy gold bracelets clinked softly against one another as she lifted the chalice—its bowl hammered from stolen sun-disk metal—and let a single ruby drop of wine slide down her tongue before she spoke.
“You feel it too, don’t you, mountain mother?”
Her voice was smoke and crushed velvet.
“The clock doesn’t care whose children scream loudest when the gears finally seize.”
Across from her, half-submerged on the opposite lip of the pool, Cybele—Being mature, sweat-glistened beauty magnified into divine amplitude—lay back against the warm stone.
Her cream silk robe had ridden up, exposing the generous curve of hip and the taut plane of belly still glistening from the steam.
Blonde hair, heavy and damp, clung to her neck and shoulders like wet gold rope.
Two enormous male lions lounged against her, one with its great head resting in the cradle of her lap, the other stretched along her side, amber eyes half-lidded but never truly relaxed.
Their manes dripped water; their breathing was a low, tectonic rumble.
Cybele’s fingers moved idly through the thick ruff of the nearer lion, tracing the ridge of its skull. She did not look away from Lilith.
“I have felt worlds end before,” she answered, voice deeper, slower, carrying the weight of granite and pine resin.
“They always think the next one will be final. Yet here we still sit, trading barbs while the stars gutter out.”
Lilith laughed—a sound like shattered glass wrapped in silk—and set the chalice on the stone beside her. She rose slowly, water streaming from the translucent robe, every movement deliberate theater.
The flying succubi and incubi that had been circling in ecstatic worship paused mid-flight, wings beating silently as they watched their mistress glide toward the other goddess.
“They’re beautiful when they’re frightened,” Lilith murmured, gesturing at the swarm.
“Look how they clutch at one another—tongues, claws, cocks, cunts—all trying to fuck the fear away before the dark swallows them. Pathetic. Glorious.”
Cybele’s gaze followed the gesture. Several of the lesser demons were locked in mid-air embraces: a succubus with crimson wings arched back while an incubus drove upward into her, their mouths fused, tongues visible in the obscene kiss even from this distance.
Another pair—a horned male and a bat-winged female—tumbled slowly downward, still joined, spilling pearlescent light as they came in unison.
“They worship survival the only way they know,” Cybele said. One of her lions lifted its head and gave a soft, warning chuff; she soothed it with a stroke along its flank. “You taught them that particular liturgy.”
“And you taught yours to lie down and accept the plow, the city walls, the husband’s seed.”
Lilith stopped a pace away, close enough that the heat of her body cut through the steam.
“We’re opposites in method, sister-mother, but the same hunger drives us both. Possession. Continuation.
When the clock strikes, neither your fertile fields nor my devouring womb will matter unless we decide otherwise.”
Cybele’s eyes narrowed. Sweat traced a slow path from her temple, down the curve of her throat, disappearing into the deep valley between her breasts.
“Speak plainly, first wife of Adam. What compromise do you propose?”
Lilith knelt gracefully in the water directly before her, knees sinking into the soft silt bottom.
She reached out and—without asking—laid her palm flat against Cybele’s lower belly, fingers splayed over the silk where it clung to damp skin.
“I propose we share the last harvest.”
Cybele did not flinch, though the lions tensed. She simply watched Lilith’s hand.
“Go on.”
“When midnight arrives, every soul still drawing breath will be claimed—half by your lineage, half by mine.
Your children will know one final season of planting, birth, building, dying in the old rhythm. Mine will receive the remainder: the unbound, the raging, the ones who choose to burn rather than fade.
No more war between us. No more theological knife-fights over who deserves eternity. We split the deck and let the world end twice—once in order, once in ecstasy.”
Lilith’s fingers slid lower, tracing the crease where thigh met hip. Cybele’s breath hitched, but she did not pull away.
“And in exchange?” Cybele asked, voice husky now.
Lilith leaned in until their foreheads nearly touched. Her breath smelled of wine and copper.
“You let me taste your wildness. Here. Now. Before the hands meet. Let your lions watch. Let my demons sing.
Let us fuck like the first and last goddesses while the clock counts the final sixty seconds. Seal the compact in sweat and come and roaring.”
One of the lions growled low; the other licked Cybele’s shoulder, rough tongue dragging across sweat-slick skin.
Cybele considered. Then she lifted her own hand, threaded fingers into Lilith’s wet black mane, and pulled her forward until their mouths crashed together.
The kiss was not gentle. Teeth clashed, tongues fought for dominance, blood bloomed between them like a shared sacrament.
Cybele’s free hand tore at the gold-threaded robe until it parted completely; Lilith’s nails raked down the older goddess’s back, leaving red furrows that closed almost instantly.
They tumbled backward together into the shallow water. The lions rose, circling but not interfering, great heads lowered, manes dripping.
Above them the succubi and incubi spiraled tighter, their moans rising into a polyphonic hymn.
Lilith straddled Cybele’s hips, grinding down once, twice, feeling the heat and slickness through soaked silk.
Cybele arched, breasts heaving, and wrapped powerful thighs around Lilith’s waist, locking her in place.
“You always were a Greedy Bitch,”
Cybele rasped against Lilith’s throat.
“And you always pretended piety while you spread for anything with a heartbeat and claws,”
Lilith shot back, biting the tendon where neck met shoulder.
They moved together then—slow at first, deliberate, learning the rhythm of an enemy’s body—then faster, harder, water splashing in violent bursts around them. Lilith’s chalice tipped over; wine bled into the pool like ink.
Cybele’s lions roared in antiphonal chorus. The lesser demons descended, some alighting on the travertine ledges to masturbate furiously, others coupling in mid-air so that glowing ejaculate rained down like perverse blessing.
As the Doomsday Clock’s final seconds began to toll—each one a thunderclap felt in the marrow—Lilith reached between them, fingers finding Cybele’s clit and circling with ruthless precision.
Cybele answered by shoving two thick fingers deep inside Lilith, curling, stroking the place that made the first wife’s wings (invisible until now) flare black and membranous.
They came almost simultaneously.
Lilith first—back bowing, scream tearing the air, body convulsing so hard the water surged in waves against the stone.
Cybele followed a heartbeat later, thighs clamping vise-tight, a guttural bellow rising from her chest as her inner walls pulsed around invading fingers, lions throwing back their heads and roaring with her.
For one suspended instant the clock froze—hands trembling at the razor edge of midnight.
Then it ticked.
Not forward.
Sideways.
A new axis opened: neither total annihilation nor false salvation, but a bifurcation.
Half the firmament would end in ordered silence; half in screaming rapture. The compromise held.
They lay tangled in the steaming water, breathing hard, gold jewelry clinking softly, lions panting beside them, demons drifting in exhausted afterglow.
Lilith lifted her head, lips swollen, and smiled.
“See? Even doomsday can compromise… if the fucking is good enough.”
Cybele laughed—low, rich, exhausted—and pulled Lilith down for one more slow, wine-tasting kiss.
Above them, the clock began to run backward.
Not to save the world.
Only to give the survivors—both kinds—a few more heartbeats to choose how they would burn.
. . .
In the shimmering haze above the Antique Pool of Hierapolis—Cleopatra’s Pool, where marble columns lie like fallen titans beneath the champagne-bubbled waters.
Lilith reclines on the warm stone edge, her gold-threaded white robe parted just enough to catch the sun on small curves of cleavage, her thong sandals dangling idly as she sips from the golden chalice of red wine.
The air hums with ancient heat; palm fronds sway like silent witnesses. Around her, the white travertine terraces cascade in frozen waves, eternal and indifferent.
Cybele, the Great Mother, emerges from the depths—not as myth, but as presence. Her form is vast yet intimate, crowned with turreted headdress, lions at her feet (though here they are shadows in the water), her dark eyes holding the weight of Phrygian hills and forgotten orchards.
She was the earth’s first fierce embrace, the one who birthed Attis only to watch him bleed for renewal, the goddess whose cults once echoed through Anatolia long before Roman legions carried her marble likeness to the Eternal City.
Lilith meets her gaze without flinching. “Sister,” she says, voice low and laced with desert wind, “we both know the taste of exile. You, bound to your lions and your ecstatic drums; I, cast from the garden for refusing submission. We were the wild pulse before the One claimed monopoly.”
Cybele’s laugh is the rumble of distant thunder over Pamukkale’s terraces. “And yet here we linger, in ruins fed by the same hot springs that once promised healing. The Christians called us demons, false gods, idols of stone. They said our hands cannot feel, our mouths cannot speak, our feet cannot walk—Psalm after psalm, carving our silence into scripture.”
Lilith raises the chalice in mock toast.
“They fear what they cannot control. We were the mothers of chaos and desire, the dark mirrors to their jealous Father. In their heaven, the ‘Old Man’ sits enthroned—bearded, stern, unyielding—declaring all earthbound souls pagan sinners unless they bend the knee to His Son.
No room for our multiplicity, our blood rites, our unapologetic flesh. In the end, from His viewpoint, we are all damned: the worshiper at your altars, the rebel who fled Eden, the ordinary soul who never heard the gospel. Hell awaits, eternal fire for the unbound.”
The succubi and incubi still circle overhead, wings beating in reverent patterns, their forms flickering between shadow and flame—worshipers who never ceased their devotion.
They dip low, brushing the water’s surface, drawn to Lilith’s chalice and Cybele’s quiet power.
Cybele steps closer, her bare feet leaving no print on the stone.
“But even on that terrible Day of Judgment and Doom, when the marble idols crack and cry out—not with voices we possess, but with the echo of centuries—they will testify. Not to our defeat, but to the persistence of what was buried.
The Greeks and Romans wove us into their infinity, shielded by the muse of art: sculptors’ hands gave us form when empires fell, poets breathed life into our silence.
We endure in galleries, in frescoes, in the very ruins where tourists now swim among our broken columns.”
Lilith smiles, sharp and knowing, setting the chalice aside.
“Spared, yes—behind marble veils.
But the Old Man’s gaze is long. He sees the sinner in every heart that ever yearned beyond His law.
We are the proof: pagan, primal, unrepentant. And in hell’s furnace, perhaps, we meet again—not as rivals, but as the last honest flames.”
Cybele nods, dissolving back into mist and mineral steam rising from the pool. “In the end, we are all pagan sinners on earth, bound for hell if we are Christian in His eyes.
Yet the idols remain, silent no more in memory. And on that day of doom, even the stone cries out—not in plea, but in defiance.”
The water stills. Lilith rises, robe trailing like spilled moonlight, and walks into the depths—among the fallen columns, the succubi trailing like a dark corona.
The terraces gleam white under the sun, eternal witnesses to gods who refuse to fade entirely.
The narrative closes not in triumph or despair, but in quiet persistence: the old religions whisper beneath the new, marble hands forever outstretched, mouths forever open in unspoken challenge.
. . .
(TO BE CONTINUED)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON
SPIRITS:
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VISITS DEMON BUER
(PTSD DREAMS)
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(AN EROTIC NARRATIVE)
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SECRET LIASON W/"THE TEMPTER"
SATAN’S DEMON SERPENT
&
BITTER BANISHMENT
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DEITIES & DEMON
SPIRITS:
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SPIRITS:
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(EROTIC NARRATIVE)
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DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
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MONSTROUS FAMILY
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ATOP MT KIRKJUFELL
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(PTSD DREAMS)
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DEITIES & DEMON
SPIRITS:
THE DEVIL
& THE FALSE PROPHET
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IN OLD JERUSALEM
& ENCOUNTER JEWISH SUCCUBUS
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(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
MOTHER GODDESS
WITH
ANGRBODA & SINYN
"FINDING CHRIST"
(PTSD DREAMS)
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(PICTORIAL NARRATIVE)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
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ANGRBODA & SINYN)
NORSE GOD
LOKI "THE TRICKSTER"
& TWO WIVES
ANGRBODA & SINYN
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(PTSD DREAMS)
NORSE GOD
LOKI&TWO WIVES PART 2
"In the Fevered Aftermath"
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(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
NORSE GODDESS SINYN
DRAWS THE UNHOLY GHOST
SHADOW NIGH
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CARMELA SOPRANO
MOBSTER WIDOW
(SOURCE)
From
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS
(PTSD DREAMS)
&
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/carmela-soprano-mobster-widow-from.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
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DISCOVERS
"DEMONS' PLAY"
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(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
SOPHIA AKA
THE BLACK MOTH
STALKED
BY AAMON
THE WOLF DEMON
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(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
AAMON BLACK WOLF DEMON
&
JANICE (La Madre Orsa)
VISITING CHRIST CRUCIFIX
(EROTIC & DEMONIC NARRATIVE)
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(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
JANICE (MADRE ORSA)
RETURNING HOME
AS THE DEVIL'S
PRODIGAL DAUGHTER
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(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
"AN OLD FLAME"
THE DEVIL
&
JESSICA HARE
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(PTSD DREAMS)
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"AN OLD FLAME"
PART 2
THE DEVIL & JESSICA HARE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
"AN OLD FLAME"
PART 3
THE
DEVIL & JESSICA HARE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-old-flame_20.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON
SPIRITS:
JESSICA HARE
RECALLS
MEETING
THE DEVIL IN 1985
PART 4
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-jessica.html?m=1
(A CONTINUATION OF "AN OLD FLAME ")
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
DEVIL & LILITH
DEFYING
THE BURNING BUSH
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
DEVIL & LILITH
The
Burning Bush of Defiance
Part 2
Expanded
Revelations Dialogue
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil_18.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
ABADDON
"THE DESTROYER"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-abaddon.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
Secret Meeting At Stonehenge
(Satan & Abaddon)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-secret.html?m=1
ABADDON
THE
DEMON DESTROYER
MEETING
THE BLACK MOTH
(SOFI)
AT
HELLMOUTH LOUNGE
. . .
(TO BE CONTINUED)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMONS SPIRITS:
"THE BLACK MOTH"
(SOFI)
ENCOUNTERS
THE MARQUIS DEMON
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demons-spirits-black.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMONS:
"BAPHOMET"
THE BLACK MOTH
SOFI)
"ENLIGHTENMENT"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demons-baphomet-black.html?m=1
FURTHER
REFERENCES:
INTRODUCTIONS
DEMONS & FAMILIARS:
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/introductions-demons-familiars.html?m=1
AN
INTRODUCTION
PART 2
FEMME DEITIES & DEMONESS’:
VISITING THE MADONNA
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/an-introduction-part-2-femme-deities.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
DEMONIC CONCLAVE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-demonic.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
CONCLAVE
AFTER-PARTY
AT
"HELLMOUTH" LOUNGE
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(PTSD DREAMS)
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SATAN & ANTICHRIST
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-satan.html?m=1
(Discussing Revelation
& The End of Time)
THE MOTHER GODDESS
VISITING THE MADONNA
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/the-mother-goddess-visiting-madonna.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
LOKI
&
THE MOTHER GODDESS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-loki.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA: "MATTY ORLANDO"
VISITING THE MADONNA
(& MEETING WOLF-DEMON AAMON)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-visiting.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO "
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS: MAMMON
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-meeting-demon.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO"
RETURNS TO VISIT MAMMON
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-returns-to.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA
MATTY ORLANDO
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
DEVIL & BLACK PULLET
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-meeting.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMONS:
ASTAROTH & ASMODEUS
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demons-astaroth-asmodeus-ptsd.html?m=1
WITH
EXTRAORDINARY
ALL NEW AI GENERATED IMAGES
USING WORD PROMPTS
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
ASTAROTH
ANDROGYNOUS SNAKE DEMON
&
ASMODEUS
GOATHEAD DEMON OF LUST
LIAISON:
A DEMON FLING
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-astaroth.html?m=1
DEMONS
"LILITH & AAMON"
(MEADOW & JACKIE JR)
A SUPPLIMENT FOR
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/demons-lilith-aamon-meadow-jackie-jr.html?m=1
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS:
LILITH SUCCUBUS & INCUBUS
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demon-spirits-lilith-succubus.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
"PAN"
GREEK GOAT GOD
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-pan-greek.html?m=1
"The Great God Pan is not Dead."
MATILDA
AKA
"MATTYO"
MATTY ORLANDO
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
MORE PAN
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/matilda-aka-mattyo-matty-orlando.html?m=1
(OUT IN THE WOODS)
MEETING DEMONS
(PTSD DREAMS)
A PICTORIAL NARRATIVE
JANICE
(LA MADRE ORSA)
VISITING
CHRIST CRUCIFIX
(MEETS AAMON THE WOLF DEMON)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demons-pictorial-narrative-ptsd.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
CARMELA ENCOUNTERS
WOLF DEMON AAMON
VISITING CHRIST CRUCIFIX
(PICTORIAL NARRATIVE)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-carmela.html?m=1
CARMELA VISITING
FATHER OZARIO & SISTER YESSI
(PART 1)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/carmela-visiting-father-ozario-sister.html?m=1
CARMELA
VISITING FATHER OZARIO & SISTER YESSI
(PART 2)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/carmela-visiting-father-ozario-sister_14.html?m=1
FROM
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS
APPENDIX II:
"Conspiracy of Crows"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/07/the-young-sopranos-appendix-ii.html?m=1
(The Ghost of Tony Soprano
Appears to Carmela)
FURTHER INTRODUCTIONS
OF DEMONIC DEITIES
LAMIA & JOHN KEATS
(PTSD DREAMS)
ELECTRA
AKA: "ELLIE"
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS:
BALAAM THE FALSE PROPHET
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/electra-aka-ellie-meeting-demon-spirits.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
MOTHER GODDESS
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-mother.html?m=1
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS:
URSALUPUS
ENCOUNTERS DEMON RAUM
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demon-spirits-ursalupus-ptsd.html?m=1
AN
ANALYSIS
OF
"THE UNHINGING CRUX"
(Meadow's Virgin Islands Confessions)
FROM
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS(TYS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/analysis-of-unhinging-crux-from-young.html?m=1
AN ANALYSIS &
PHOTO ALBUM OF MEADOW'S MANY FACES
W/CARMELA COMPARISON
A SUPPLIMENT
OF
"THE YOUNG SOPRANOS"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/07/read-young-sopranos-source.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA
"MATTY ORLANDO"
"MATILDA"
FROM LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL (1994)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-from-leon-professional-1994.html?m=1
MATILDA II
FROM LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-ii-from-leon-professional.html?m=1
"MATILDA" III
FROM LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-iii-from-leon-professional-1994.html?m=1
"MATILDA" IV
RESCUING BEETHOVEN
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-iv-rescuing-beethoven.html?m=1
"MATILDA" V
MATTY ORLANDO
DATING "JOHNNY B. GOODE"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-v-dating-johnny-b-goode.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA: "MATTY ORLANDO"
VI
MAKE-UP PRACTICE SESSION
W/ JOHNNY B. GOODE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-vi-make-up.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO"
VII
MEMENTO MORI
(DRUNKEN DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-vii-memento.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA
"MATTY ORLANDO"
SUBWAY RAT DREAMS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-subway-rat.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO"
VII
MATTY ORLANDO'S
(Narrative)
"SECRET LIFE"
(W/ OUT JOHNNY B. GOODE)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-vii-matty.html?m=1
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
RESCUES BEETHOVEN
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime.html?m=1
MORE
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
DATING
JOHNNY B. GOODE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime-dating-johnny-b.html?m=1
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
MEMENTO MORI
(ROMANCING THE DEAD)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime-memento-mori.html?m=1
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
MAKE-UP PRACTICE SESSION
W/ JOHNNY B. GOODE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime-make-up-practice.html?m=1
"Johnny B. Goode"
(Live at the Fillmore East, NYC, NY - 1970) · Johnny Winter
https://youtu.be/gEayVWiJtLg?si=iePgaGvJVwQXTAmp
"MATTY ORLANDO"
INSPIRED
BY:
LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL
(1994)
https://youtu.be/Pf0JW-cAFTs?si=-BMWviJ-Dham07HD
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