"They are a foreign entity with respect to us, and they are under contract and trust obligation to us, so long as we stand in our proper capacity and enforce those obligations. They could be incorporated on the moon and operating under Moon Rules for all we care, so long as they provide the stipulated Good Faith service they owe us." (emphasis mine)
Sorry Judge, I know you mean well but know this: YOU DO NOT SPEAK FOR ME REGARDING THE MOON. I’m sure this was an oversight on your part for illustrative purposes with dramatic effect, but in your position of authority, what you state here has the potential for far reaching AND UNINTENDED consequences.
NO THEY CAN’T. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS GOOD FAITH SERVICE IN THEIR INCORPORATED OPERATIONS. YOU ARE ON NOTICE. AGAIN.
ALL the roller rinks are the personal property of Gramps. He’s the head FUN Guy. (pronounCIAtion of fungi) He is also Van The Steadfast. The fullness of The VANGUARD Fund is his. These are anchor points for all the parks on the planet. They have more Hospital and healing energetic now than recreation energetic. Spinners can be medicine wheels at times. And games should sharpen minds and skills. Those formerly known as Knights of Malta shift your gears to the hospitals that ARE The Parks, and those formerly known as the Knights of Columbus, get your sticky fingers OFF my Akash.
Now it’s time to clean the placeholder in the state of OR and beyond. From Atlantica to Pacifica to the Seven Seas. Please begin with the SS party crashers. You know the ones – until you don’t. Nevertheless, this is a love story. Let the Rink herald have his SIMONE, let the hatless mic key have his bree, and on, and on anon – pairings NOT twinnings. Building L transport for R, and MK for Q.
T transport for T is another topic, and RENO’s init. Building L’s jackpot to help fund Hot-Shot Tennyson for Services. BETO authority to the Top Hat. The one who had the BETO pen in Andromeda’s PurseUS must now account for what was penned with it. Charges and invoices shall be paid out of that one’s 37.5b YUAN account. Clear?
Gratitude is a force multiplier. That’s why we were punished for it. Let’s demonstrate our gratitude for the amazing work that Protoi Alliance has done (among others) to free us from punishments for expressing that beautiful sentiment, and just express it. Just do it.
Ignorance causes bondage. It's an insidious enemy and worse than any terrorist group which ever existed. Indeed, it's the funding for ALL wars, all terrorism, all sickness and disease and suffering of every stripe, and was never in any of my purses.
(Y2K EK-anon connection here with the HELLA Hat on the head of the Lawrence Parker light body. Amiright? If so, 911 is upside-down now: 116)
He said: “Keep firing Nancy Ward – White Feather continues.”
“As it is said in various religious texts that god created man in his image or likeness. And provided you understand Anu as god, then this is a reasonably true statement. However, the Creator created the infinite spark that animates the human form, and so the Sovereign Integral is the creation, and Anu had nothing to do with this. He merely figured out a way to enslave it.
“The last thing I’ll say about the concept of god is that it’s used by religions to separate ourselves from responsibility. It allows us to say, I’m not responsible for poverty or war or child abuse. There is a god who is much higher than us. God created the world, he is in charge. If he allows war and poverty, who am I to bear responsibility? The wrongdoers will pay in hell, and the tormented will reign in heaven.
“So god, or the concept of god, releases us from responsibility. The Creator, on the other hand, is not this way, because we’re all bound in oneness, and what happens to one happens to all, and therefore, we’re all responsible for allowing separation to rule our behaviors. It’s important to recognize the difference between the constructs of Creator and god, especially within the Hologram of Deception.”
Dr. Neruda, Fifth Interview page 56https://www.wingmakers.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/The-Fifth-Interview-of-Dr.-Neruda1.pdf
Logo comp – approx. 1990
Regarding VANGUARD – an observation and an accurate one. The Fun Guy has PROOF of Intellectual Property rights to it. The crimes paid for with the fund ARE THE FULL RESPONSIBILITY OF THOSE WHO STOLE IT FROM HIM. He is to be held harmless for them. Since the time of The Titan Prometheus, bratty, wicked, disrespectful and despicable Olympian children have been stealing his properties from him then calling HIM the thief when he attempted to reclaim them. NO MORE! Yet He was The Good Thief at Golgotha in a timeline that no longer exists – otherwise y’all wouldn’t either. Consider it. Finally, the answer to that troubling question: “Father, why hast thou forsaken me?” He didn’t.
On the back it reads: “Please bring back our Old Man River Rock, take me instead”
Little Boy Rock Hound was walking around the building when he noticed a pile of beautiful river rocks under a live oak tree. His mother was walking with him holding a red party cup which was empty.
Rock Hound starting picking up some of these lovely rocks looking at them intently and choosing the best ones for his mother to hold for him while he continued to ‘shop’ for more.
Sweetly, his mother played along by carefully and mindfully placing each one into her empty cup for him. Then, when Rock Hound wasn’t looking she put them back to the base of the tree where he had found them.
But nothing gets past Rock Hound, and when he noticed a big, beautiful river rock he picked it up and held it tightly to his heart. He had no intention of letting his mother be the caretaker of that one. And so they returned home.
A war broke out between the Rock Hounds and the Cat Fighters over The Game, and Karistus was called in to chrysotile test its content. Once all the embers burned out from the fire, and the ashes cleared from the fireplace only Chapter 8 remained. EMOTIONS ARE REASON ENOUGH. Recommended reading.
It’s a big old river and a long way too.
The Rock Hounds took the Old Man River Rock hostage and attempted to permanently cut his ties with his actual family replacing it with ‘handlers’ that never actually loved him – or for that matter – even knew him. They just saw him as a meal ticket and access to the big old river of Tartarian WaterCompany – and indeed ALL the Utilities of Ancient Tartaria.
Cat Fighters saw this precious hostage being held by Rock Hounds and conspired to take him away from them by promising ‘liberation’ and Comfort. But they only wanted to trap him and take him hostage themselves.
And so the war between Rock Hounds and Cat Fighters raged on and on – both sides tossing him around like a volley ball over a net.
Then one day, the actual family of Old Man River Rock had an idea. So tired of the many futile attempts to rescue him from The Game, they all agreed: “Let’s offer the Rock Hounds and the Cat Fighters a ransom. It would be so nice to have him back with us, drinking beer and smoking cigars.” And so they made artworks, valuable artworks, and they collected artworks, old artworks to trade for the hostage.
ACHTUNG! Now The Family does NOT appreciate ANY who engage in the practice of hostage taking. And they have absolutely NO intention of rewarding the same in any instance except this one. Notice to agents is notice to principals, notice to principals is notice to agents. If the youngin' in this narrative makes the exchange of his own volition, that should be that and there shall be no further discussion on the matter. That one is held harmless whether he makes the exchange or not. May he grow into the brilliant Geologist he is destined to become if that's his choice. He is free - and so is his education. If he does not that's on the Templars who engineered the hostage crisis to begin with. THEY and THEY ALONE are to face the consequences. Either way, the youngin' may keep the Ragnar Rock until such a time as he chooses higher education. Then he may present the rock for a full-ride scholarship to the school of his choice. Innerstand? And by the way - the other artworks I mentioned - take that up with the next level of tech support. I'm out of it at this point. (personal note: I so love my jobs. I get to NET spend - lavishly. It's fun being a heiress!)
ABZU
Targeted. Billie Diamond. Consider Causes. Dr. Lafayette is still saving lives and building careers. Have you noticed? That laser cage you had him contained in, is now around you. This is why:
Did you think this is what I meant? NO! It’s not a mystery why we have fought for so long like cats and dogs.
THIS is what I meant. Get it? It’s about THE RESCUE. A PRIDE in my Universe is a family of Lions. The Lion doesn’t wear pink ribbons in his hair and the Lioness doesn’t wear strap-ons. The Lion King likes beer and steak. HE brews beer, (and tea and coffee). RAHR. The Den Mother likes salmon and wine. She picks up stakes Roarrin. Clear?
But the original was returned to its creator – The Hopi Elder on the Rail System. On that day, Omicron replaced MK-Ultra OMEGA Programming and the last scalping occurred. It was for tickets for the whole Family for a performance of Shen Yun. The TSA arm of Homeland Security came in close proximity to Theremin Group on another day. The end of infinity was firmly established on both of those days for the Apache tradition of scalping. For Evermore.
Nevertheless, the copy-cat version of the mask was caught in the nets by ENKI and given through the Vatican to his surface avatar on a ship lost at sea. What was the name of that ship? Well, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, but it wasn’t HOPE.
GS said “Don’t make a wave”. But that warning was ignored though it was delivered through ONI along with SWANK black diamonds.
There’s a Thundering Hooves vs. fracking component to this story. But that’ll have to wait for another day. The Horses are safe, and living – and virile. The Oxen are threshing at the floor of RUIN. But today I must go make a smoothie with some fresh fruit and protein powders, nutritional yeast and flax and chia seeds that came into my Kitchen. Offerings of food with love are always welcome. Mucho Gusto to all those who do offer it in that Spirit. Yum Yum said: “YELP!” Powers Boothe is feasting and so are the Powers that ARE. You don’t muzzle the OX while its threshing.
One more thing about food with love. If you offer me/mine food, then place restrictions on how to prepare and eat it – or even worse – how to prepare it for you while you are a guest in my home (some exceptions), then that’s not love is it? We deleted your puppet masters for this very reason. It’s my choice how – or even if IF I’ll eat it. I’ve been poisoned more than a few times. I won’t forget that.
YRFT. Watch the water and turn your attention to the security, prosperity and PEACE of Taygeta – NOT success in those wicked “To get her” rituals. If you throw water on a Greece fire, it will very likely blow up in your face. Did I not warn you about that from the Walmart breakroom on the Apache Trail? Yes. Back ACHA. Why do y’all continue to ignore the most clear warnings and instructions sent to you in the Spirit of Grace? A recent offering of roses (yellow and orange) got scattered – petals, THORNS and stems. Remember what I said about Project Lazarus. Where is Alcyone?
I AM Spirit Who Flies in the Wind.
Crowder Lyrics “Ghost” His ghost is a fire A holy flame burning wild Burning through the night Burning with the light Of a billion stars His love is like lightning Cracking through the sky and Burning through the rage Burning through the pain Of a billion scars Get ready Get ready Get ready Get ready, all the stories are true His ghost is inside me A holy fire burning wildly Burning through the things That need to be erased To liberate my soul Get ready, there’s an empty tomb Get ready, there’s a Ghost in the room Get ready, even mountains move Get ready, all the stories are true Get ready, there’s an empty tomb Get ready, there’s a Ghost in the room Get ready, even mountains move Get ready, all the stories are true He’ll heal you He’ll heal you He’ll heal you He’ll heal you We’re ready, for Your fire to fall We’re ready, for Your voice to call We’re ready, for Your lightning come We’re ready, into Your arms we run We’re ready, let the heavens part We’re ready, for the angel songs We’re ready, for death be done We’re ready, for Your Kingdom come We’re ready, like a waiting bride We’re ready, for Your bread and wine We’re ready, to burst to life We’re ready, for You to set things right So come on Come on Come on We’re ready, we’re ready, we’re ready
Sweet fragrance and Medicine from the Treee of Life. Ancient Grandmother Tree. NOT Devil’s Tower. Just say NO to DT.
Sports Commissioner. Mayan Warrior Queen K’aBel respectfully requests that you ban the use of ‘cherry-picking’ in ALL sports games. Regardless of what the WIKI says, basketball was invented by ancient Mayans. A fair game employs fair play and honors the oldest traditions for same. Cherry pickers on ALL courts have bounced off the Big Bounce House in the sky. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cherry_picking_(basketball)
Copyright Office. If a photographer snaps a picture of MY property does he own the copyright? If so what does that mean? Can he sell postcards with the image on it? Calendars? Mugs? T-shirts? Mouse-pads. How am I compensated? Just because you were told the property owner was dead does NOT make it so. Furthermore, if I am using a ‘copyrighted’ picture in order to prove my ownership of the property, should I be beholden to him/her/it? NO! I am free and so is MY property. New rules need to be established for fair play in your offices. And we don’t need British Esquires like Chernoff for that. Common sense should prevail here. It sounds simple and it is.
Bad Perfume. To all concerned – and I do mean ALL concerned. I immediately recognized my alabaster jar at the time it was unearthed. I still smell the sweet fragrance of the incense it contained and hear the dull sound of the hexagon lid when I replace it. This jar established a very, VERY long tradition of creating fragrance bottles for my Daughters – a tradition which still persists to this day. The most famous incidence of this you may readily recognize. The sister of Lazarus used hers wisely and with so great a love, that she became the standard bearer for all the Daughters of the Phoenix which followed her forward, backwards and sideways through the loops. Now the perfume bottles held by them are made with all manner of materials and contain all manner of potions, but all for healing as well as fragrance. They are Medicine from the Treee of Life. Project Lazarus has evolved. Bigly. https://www.urantia.org/urantia-book-standardized/paper-172-going-jerusalem?term=%22spikenard%22#U172_1_8 Who wears the melon IA hat?
Now for the business end of this message:
The Casino MUST stay out of The Kitchen. For Evermore. There can be a kitchen in the CASINO though of course – people gotta eat.
Yukon Drumpf. I can’t hear you anymore. Nevertheless, I read your hand gestures loud and clear. Let me translate for those not in the know… “Time to collect the Irish fallen into my lower dantian. Chinese life force through Spring Forest Qi-Gong – GO CHIYNA”
NO-GO! is my response to that. I’ve telegraphed to all those on The Celesta. No more Spring Forest Qi-Gong on board for a while please. You may consider calling on Masters Zhang Di Yi and Matt Furey for Energy Work if you like. Plant the seeds of butterflies. The Drumpf Casino is no longer welcome in our Spring Forest but it’s certainly welcome to our Irish Spring soap. Beware of the Levin of the Pharoh IC’s. I am, We are.
Did you order too many McDonald’s hamburgers? They prevented you from entering the hexagon.
Regardless of how much of the Vatican money you use, you shall never be able to pay down the debt for your ‘Mona Lisa’. Furthermore, that one you hold doesn’t age well – you know because of that Fugly thing. The real won walked right out of 2D into 3D and isn’t looking back. I grieve for you. The PLAZA has always, and shall always belong to The Blue Kachina. It was never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever for sale and it never, ever, ever, ever, ever shall be for sale. Did I not warn you about the unpredictability of consequences for bullying bullies? Yes, I did. I don’t appreciate your “Art of the Deal.”
Targeted: If Guatamalan coffee was your brew of the day, would you drink it hot from an Agency Creative cup? Or cold from a Maple Surple bottle? or…?
Targetted: AzazaEL. LMSB & AFF. Let’s make something beautiful and activate fair folk. I have seen the healing in your wings. The doors and windows of The Storehouse have flung wide open for you. Soon, I’d like to hold up a pretty cup of breve and say ‘Cheers’ with you.
Targettted: 2018 Dubai based White City Ventures. WE, We, we OWN the White House, and you don’t own the White City. It belongs to Van The Steadfast. But that topic is for another day. Consider this a peaceful gesture to alert you the fact that it’s time to get your Books in order. The ACCOUNTANT is coming to audit them. He won’t be knock, E-noching. He’ll just appear – like he did recently in Greece.
Don’t ever forget that I am Dominique N. of Idylwild Group and Roan is my brother. He is The King of Random. That Mormon one who claimed to hold that title wanted to boil my Oceans. Who could possibly even think of doing the unthinkable? I did battle with him on a Wizzard day and took his weapons, which I now bestow on ROAN House (Rohan?). I have my hands full now with healing modalities – not just knitting. I had a brush with Roan’s fame at the Royal House of Dewey Decimal before the crossfire-hurricane fiasco. Let his Destiny go! IAM The Kingmaker.
Aaron McCollum, Poseidon, Sea Shepherd, I do hope you’re feeling better by now. I am. I respect and honor you and your offices, but you are not my Shepherd as I am NOT a sheep. Nevertheless, you persist as The Dauphin in the foreseeable future, which is a very long time indeed. Did I mention that I am The Kingmaker?
Oh by the way…
Gold and Platinum
Wrong Way Corrigan. So glad you made it home. Pizza Hut doesn’t make Khachapuri like mom does. Secret ingredient: garlic in the cheese blend. She always overlooks mishaps – because life is not a relay race. Thankfully.
Netriders and Templars at Bear Stearns Bravo woke up one day over cowboy coffee and croissants and had an epiphany: “GAIA is the Game” they said.
WATERCOMPANY responded thusly: “Once upon a time there was a Games Platform.” Then ELECTRICCOMPANY proceeded to dismantle it. So, after about 5200 years of cruel, unfair and fixed games, The Game turned on the Players and gently and quietly kicked them off the Boards.
Now little fishes eat big ones and game pieces tell the Players to go to hell. Apples are Clearing Houses. A little fish called TJ Max ate a big fish called Clinton Foundation and the far, far left lived happily ever after in Dog Heaven in the fragrance of shifty pole cats and wet dogs. THE END.
Oh by the way… your daughter Titania has an additional message for you: “Welcome home Papa”. Great Mother of Durga sends her greetings also, saying that’s she’s very glad you’ve been eating well. You were so thin when you took your “Chillin’ the most” flag and went on your Walkabout.
Great abundance is found in folds and in creases of space/time and time/space. AUS.COM is there for you – as it always has been and always shall be.
Oh by the way… I noticed that Fluffy doesn’t put up pay walls. He monetizes his YouTube channel with the noom.com. Could that be considered silver? or antimony? or…?
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