
Gramps and I were on the Green Line one day headed to connect with the TRE at Union Station. We indended to have a nice lunch in Fort Worth.
Suddenly, one of Celesta’s probes connected to me telepathically to show me a scene that was happening behind “closed doors”.
One of my firey (FEYE) Net Riders was angrily pointing a finger at an impish “Knight” of Malta from across the table and yelling at him about what their compartmentalization had done to the Planet. Others were at the table too, along with even more in the room – including Celesta’s probe.
I don’t recall the specifics about the conversation, as this took place many years ago in the linear, but suffice it to say, that I was shocked at what the probe revealed to me.
Then the probe turned to me and asked me if I had a response to relay to them.
“What a f*cking MESS!” I exclaimed, then added “Criss-Cross applesauce. It has worked very well in the past.”

Intermission
Cutting through the Gordian Knot is too destructive (Kentucky’s Sharia Law vs. Sauron’s Eye of the Storm), and untying it is too time consuming (Royal Purls). It’s best to just eliminate the conditions that allow it to have ever existed in the First American place.
Selah.

With a tremendous amount of grief in my heart, I began to unravel a piece of lace I had almost completed crocheting. I call it my 1000 yard stare, as the pattern calls for 1000 yards of crochet cotton. In this life and in previous ones, I have had Two Eyefuls. I’ve had enough ugliness. My eyes crave beauty.
So, back to the unraveling bit. It was a cold day as I walked into Hobby Lobby with the intent of unraveling the entire piece of lace I had crocheted while I walked meditatively. Then I came to its destination: The Memorial Flag Case isle: https://lmgtfy.app/?q=hobby+lobby+memorial+flag+case. These are where the families of the victims of the US Corporate war department place the Corporate War flags when their loved ones don’t return to them.
Tears burst from my eyes uncontrollably as I stood there still trying to unravel the 1000 yard stare in my hands. When I couldn’t stand there anymore, I left the lace at the display and left the store, still unconsolable – unstoppable tears. When I reached the parking lot, a flock of grackles were all on the lot facing me, thanking me and telling me they loved me. “I love you too.” I said still weeping uncontrollably.
It wasn’t the first such piece of hand work I’ve done with similar medicine in my heart – and it won’t be the last. WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?
He said “I love you without wax.” But I found murderous iconography on candles in Walmart and the 99cent store. Personal: what type of rituals are being done by wizards, witches and demons while you are burning a flame behind the image of Yeshua who is being tortured, suffering and dying? I don’t want to know, so I did something about it. Twice and three times. But I was ignored every time. I don’t mind being ignored, but YOU WON’T IGNORE HIM.

Intermission
I am The Kathryn D’Anu. I own all the Stewart Titles AND all the US Life Titles. The only flag flying over my lands will be that of Tartaria until/if/when there is one for Murica – or there may be ‘consequences’ – not my words – HIS. This is true even if you are the CEO of ANY US Corporation. Those who are D’NAN (not a number), you’re stuck in the wrong Zodiac. Please find your way to the right one.
I’ve got the numbers of all those who hold my DNA – all the strands. Now, I’m starting to call them all in, beginning with Kin 252 and not ending with 244.
Furthermore... and please pay attention, children: It absolutely matters NOT who owns what titles, bonds, lands, properties et alia. THIS CREATION BELONGS TO THE CREATOR! And Planet Earth is HIS bestowal planet. HE chooses who receives what bestowals, when and however HE chooses.
Now, you know all I know about this situation. Oh, except that Sharia Law thing, and it’s seeds in Kentucky and why those under that law have to wear masks. And why that FEMA Figueroa (Fig Tree) wasn’t “funded’ – Mark 11. But this is enough of a shock for today.
Pressed down, shaken together and…
"And one more thing" as Columbo would say. Can you think of any reason that I shouldn't remove my coffee cup? Gramps and I are almost out of coffee beans.
Your creator owes us big time for putting us in this pit of pain and snakes like you and your buddy Q.
Regards
Lucretia
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Lucretia, your comment is so poignant that its response deserves its own Topside post.
But first, please read this one. The link to my response is at the bottom…
https://gaiasophiaofearth.wordpress.com/2021/12/20/all-the-days-of-ophiuchus/
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Appreciate your effort and the time you took to write, thanks for your feedback.
Frankly i’m honored, sorry for being too rude, i might have been to rush i owe you an apology.
i’m with company now i will read your posts and will leave a feedback ASAP, meanwhile i wish you a happy new year.
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