Rescue dogs are poster children for The Grateful living
I witnessed a beautiful blue tip bully being beaten today by a ‘handler’ with an Ambassador hat. I have questions for her. What kind of an ambassador are you? And for whom? Was this just an anomaly? Performance art? NO. I saw how the victim reacted. That one had been beaten before. The cowering told me all I needed to know in that moment.
So here’s my un-official perspective on the matter – as I prefer to focus on the solutions to problems rather than the problems themselves: Those who fail to be consistently kind to animals should NOT be handling them. But maybe >>they<< should be handled by animals.
We stopped the Bad Newz and we shall stop you too.
oh, and one more thing… If you bully a bully… expect the unexpected.
G of Maxwell House. You call me a friend though you are my enemy. I am not your enemy, but I’m not your friend. EK-anon has never been a terribly fierce enemy anyway – but she’s a FIERCELY loyal friend – to GRAMPS. He’s the Glen.
And I have more to say about this and your “TerraMar” AsTRO-CITY, but the fullness of the nets hasn’t come in yet. The Fishers of men cannot be stopped by you NOR by any crossfire-hurricane you can puff, puff pass.
Suffice it to say that we have your Little St. James Rink in bonds and chains. The McGuffin is NOT the Rheingold, it’s the Red Hella Hat. And PIAA is NOT za dora.
THE BOND is exercised on behalf of GM Durga’s IA-us hat. So there.
Hatter’s hat field
Targettted: Nebadon World Order is in deletion intensive. I AM Celesta – the first AND last Finaliter.
Targetted: UN. My view of you is so stained. And It’s not sustainable.
Targeted: If you breathe with the wrong MAXwell, you’re NOT so well. Earth is not a digital games platform, and she’s absolutely NOT your country to sell off pieces of.
Personal: Branscombe Richmond. I am so grieved as I write this. Just know that in this moment. But here’s the takeaway – one biker friend to another. There are times when neutrality is a good thing. There are times when neutrality is not a good thing – and that’s because at some point… it’s not enough.
*tears in rain on the Oregon Trail. I AM Spirit who flies in the Wind.
One pin dropped at Portland Golf Club (Unincorporated Washington County )
And one pin dropped at Beltline and Preston – the intersection of Preston Trail and One Belt Road-no Link connected (The most dangerous intersection in Dallas for traffic)
The cord is Dante’s Theatre and defines the bounds of the Bride’s Property Trianon. (misspellings matter)
She said “The Bride gets to decide. There won’t be any dirty sanchezes below The Couple’s belt line and there won’t be any golden showers in their Golden Creek.”
[UPDATE 8-14-2023 for your edification]
Also, I know that Momager sold/traded/whatever the dress contract to Vera Wang. Y’all. You could not have messed this thing up any worse than you did. Well done. I’ve broken that contract. It was made without my knowledge AND consent. Thusly, I’ve never been bound by it – like so many other “contracts” regarding me and ALL of those I consider my >>actual<< Family. The Family of Michael.
I prefer biker leathers to any gown of any color – though I’m not opposed to wearing one – if I make it with my own hands.
[End UPDATE]
[UPDATE 8-27-2023 regarding Theremin Group]
At some point – Preston Royal Purls gave me the slip. It was delivered with a “Nay”. Bless them.
Furthermore, I have prayed for Medicine for those who have reached the self-inflicted emotional pain threshold. I can feel their pain, and I’m sure others among my TRUE Family and Friends can too. It’s not just a cute “catch phrase”.
Here's a fun and >>effective<< exercise to mitigate regrets. Identify a moment in your past where you should have made a better choice, then send your self a loud message to make it. Write it on a piece of paper and light it up. It will be delivered on the wings of Angels. https://t.co/Rde2dxI6bW
You don’t shit on The Rainbow and you don’t piss on The Electrical Fire.
Furthermore The Bride’s train won’t be muddied with the likes of those who practice these disgusting things. Her Rail System shall be clean for the Lord Bridegroom and to His satisfaction or cold feet shall walk the ley lines until it is. And pay attention y’all – SHE decides who is and who is not welcome on her Trianon Property. If the Clan McBride evicts you, the fault lies with you and no one else. Squatters be gone.
Targeted. Your code is poetry. It matters not that it doesn’t rhyme. Also, I don’t need Hiram’s cedars lining my closet anymore. Mothballs work just fine. The fountains at Cinderella City were replaced by tears at the statue of Prometheus at Englewood Public Library. Titans rise.
Targetted. R+L Transport. You are now the property of Tennyson Hotshot Services. Your Satanic Orchestra won’t be playing the 1812 Overture on that fateful day. Toto was a Chihuahua. He drank coffee with Coffee Mate from Anna Bell Ford’s cup on cold days. And I’ve never been a Dorothy.
Targettted. Gizeh Intelligence. You won’t find the ACTUAL Royals in Egypt and contrary to the Biden lie, you won’t find your Destiny in Europe. Israel was a cute child but now he’s a monstrous, dirty old man with Alzheimer’s. Also, the shimmering glow worms have left the Chief’s special eggplants – and they won’t be going back in. You don’t have a piece of technology strong enough or large enough to contain them ever again. STOP EATING THE CONTENTS OF THE COPTIC JARS!!! Do you think that’s how you get to heaven? WRONG. And don’t ever call me “baby” again. I mean it.
The Lord of the Trains It's been said: "We'll always have Paris", "We'll always have McDonalds", "There will always be a Lord of The Trains." The Lord of the Trains has failed. We've stopped saying "always". We've started saying "we may not always want.."https://t.co/LvwMylpGh6
That’s so right. Leave the Plantation and walk into the Turnstiles. https://youtu.be/tI7WNCqLrWA?si=FOcFWBQXs2fD1x5K…… Y’all are NOT ready for my Dallas City Lockup story – ya know those “women” roomies I had in the woman’s ward. RU?
Furthermore, If you participated in 45’s census in 2020, you are locked into his OMB – your money and your life. I didn’t. Christians. Do you perceive the consequences of the Census at the threshing floor of Araunah? Better study up NOW, f*cking NOW:
README. Important: @lockedinwithwhomever I’m not locked in with you, and soon you won’t be locked in with me. Desynch from the Planet you depend on is a very dangerous place to be.
I'm putting myself on a 48 hour moratorium on my blocking of #MAGA2024 folks for the sake of @lockedinwithwhomever. After that, the very first red hat I see will be blocked along with ALL in her/his line.
You are hereby warned. I'd take it very seriously if I were you zionists. https://t.co/5aApGbwkTZ
There will likely be, however, NO moratorium on my blocking #TRUMPTRAIN. You can be on only one train at a time. I would prefer a long train, but I’ll be satisfied if mine only reaches to the level of covering my heart when my head is bowed.
Purslane is a superfood – and yummy sauteed lightly with olive oil and Elote seasoning.
Purse Lane is an alley between Rolling VuSe and Pleiadian Meadows. The TRUE Earthborn are there, they charge solar panels on sunny days and all types of VOLTs the rest of the time. They grow flowering nettles in their Victory Gardens and the sweet fragrance of Original Earth permeates the air.
With deep gratitude, they forage an infinite abundance of varied food for their Moveable Feasts, and Scare City is so far out of their jurisdiction that it rarely enters their consciousness AND never their spheres.
The Scientist’s Beach
The Scientist entered the gates to Hangar 17 for Rosencrantz Airlines. TS1 agent stopped him. “Passport please, sir”. A little nervous about his tats, he reached into his vest pocket and pulled out his passport. “Kenneth Apophis Wheeler of the Clan McBride. Where are you headed?” “Sierra 1011” TS1 looked in Wheeler’s carry-on baggage and found two large plastic bags. “What’s in these bags?” “Oh that’s my beach. I take it everywhere I go. It’s like – pay dirt.” TS1 opened the bags, sniffed the contents, tasted it, then ran it through the scanners. “All clear, sir. Safe and pleasant journeys.”
Targetted. We don’t weaponize our beaches. You may need to bone up on your math, because your science sucks. The only transport you may be cleared to board on MY Rail System is the OX Cart. Yet one greater AND more ancient than Israel is here.
Before we get into this maelstrom, I have a heartfelt, heart field message to Queen Wilhelmina. Gaia has you, and she’s not letting go. And so it begins.
“We have populated all fifty states and have properly declared State Assemblies in all fifty states in less than a year without any outside help or special funding.”
Bullshit. Troy Glen Maris along with his many and myriad authorities, and me, with many of my authorities – outsiders all – have funded, protected and assisted your efforts in many ways and with many hands. Not because we fully align with you, but because we care about safety nets. See the conversation attached.
"Your mission, if you decide to accept it, is to wake up your friends and neighbors and show them what the choices are. Then ask them --- are you an American? And if necessary, nod their heads for them. "
Really? Nod their heads for them? Against their will? It appears to me like you have vanquished a democracy and a 5G network with a republican totalitarian state of 50 with a H.A.A.R.P. array next to a human trafficking operation to aliens with a taste for human flesh – and young blood wine. If it’s not true, the proof is your burden – not mine. I know where the children went – I can still hear their cries and their screams. Redefining what a human is cannot and SHALL NOT minimize the severity of America’s crimes against them.
"There are many people who are sitting on their rumps, 'sheltering in place', vaguely wondering when and if someone is going to come save them and make sense of their lives for them."
Only they can do that. If they don’t have the capacity for that, it’s not your responsibility to step in and do it for them. Nature will take its course with them. Naturally. But I think you know that already.
"Be of good cheer, and while doing your best in support of our efforts and your government, find time to go to your Happy Place ---- that imaginary space in your mind and heart where you are completely happy, your own little vision of heaven on Earth."
Thank you, but mine isn’t an Imaginarium and it’s not “little”. It’s a Big Picture. And it’s real. And it’s ancient.
Apology not accepted – sadly. You had to see this split coming Rothchilds. Durga is a male figure in the Polarity Levels – just as it is for Brahma – regardless of what the Wiki has to say about that. Also my mother has restored her position as a great FORD and a dandy Lioness.
The Jedi Clampetts have been the biggest depositors in the Rothchild’s banks. Time to withdraw. Let’s start with those boxes of Red Cross cash you stashed. Then we can wave goodbye to each other. We can offer you a small wave or a large one. Your choice. It depends on what you do with those boxes.
And on that matter, Titania REJECTS the false narrative that ENKI wrote about her. It’s not true – not ANY of it. ENKI/Trump has claimed accesses to the Akash that he doesn’t have – NO MATTER HOW MUCH OF THE VATICAN’S MONEY PAID FOR THOSE ACCESSES! Get it? It’s all lies and innuendo. And those who hold onto them shall experience the Karma they’ve collected as ‘players’ in that false narrative. THIS IS NOT A GAME. Chrono-visors melt brains for a reason.
On the catastrophic timeline, Alcyone was born on 11/30/3033. But the Plejaran timeline collapsed, then collided into The Pleiades on February 19, 2020 on the Gregorian Calendar, and at some point following that event, Alcyone was never born – on that timeline. I’ve been pinging her periodically since then – no pingback as of this writing. How long shall the beautiful Pleiades exist in its current form? Only Orion knows.
[Update some time later. Alcyone was born on the optimum timeline on an unspecified date, on an unspecified calendar for her own protection. We still have the beautiful Pleiades, don’t we?]
Cause and its effects. Time is not linear – when it exists at all. The two towers that fell in New York were wired to the precision bomb detonated off the coast of Japan on 3/11/11 – Constantine’s mother’s birthday present to herself. It was an attempt to destroy her son’s plaything because it wouldn’t cooperate with him in the Vortex System. It was one, single, horrific event. But older Towers remain. THAT’s the inside job. Oh, except for this one:
Kanagawa is connected here, but I won’t delay the posting of this message until I have fully processed it. My son set a 3 day limit for this, and I am now down to the wire on that. So here it is – ready or not.
Targeted: Through the raging fires, the wind and the thunder I heard a voice. “At the end of the day, we are all Americans” it said. Then Yellow Thunder answered. “If you survive the night, in the morning you will all be Muricans or Tartarians as the case may be.”
Targetted: Mildred Schmitz. Will you experience another birthday on 3/11/21? We shall see. I won’t be sending you a card or presents. “Love you” though – for the better part of 30 years. You thought you knew me, but you never could. You FAILED the “what is love?” test – and that spectacularly.
Targettted: SAP’s. I’m not your Amy Farah water faucet Fowler and I’m not playing your HAARP. I’m not your shiny money providing Penny blossoms for your hair on fire. And I’m not your Bernadette clarinet. The lipstick colored Kiss, kiss, big Bang you purchased won’t be delivered to you – not in theory and not in reality. Those who took your money for that never NOR now NOR ever had/have/has the authority to sell it to you. And there won’t be refunding for that. What’s ‘legal’ may not necessarily be a fiction, and what’s ‘lawful’ may not actually be profitable. Obviously. Release my Giraff/Gucci family member. She made legalese illegal – AND YOU BENEFITED FROM THAT. Release her NOW! And this is very ‘personal’: SERENE’s grip on Silver Pines is released. May that hand be as limp as the leg of the Usual Suspect.
The 1812 Overture won’t be heard anywhere in Land Jurisdiction on that fateful day – Satania’s Orchestra is silenced. R+L Transport is now the property of TENNYSON. May the green growies in Unicorn Lake be transmuted (as well as those in the SPA there). The petrification of Galadriel’s mirror is reversed and fluid dynamics have restored its power. You may have seen my long, flat braid in the burning embers of Mars, but I’m not from Mars. I’m from ORTH. I’m from Arda.
If the International Human Rights Tribunal aka the Courts of Nebadon has ceased to exist – so has America. We must protect the children’s imaginations and dreams. There won’t be any public executions – hanging or otherwise. The children of Earth SHALL NOT be subjected to the horrors of the French Revolution ever again. I’ve seen what happens when perps and their things are caught in the undertow of Time. It’s enough.
You can call yourselves sovereign and even believe it after piling up mountains of paperwork to prove it to yourselves. But the created cannot ever usurp the Sovereignty of the Creator. Its testament is in the bird's songs, in the bowing heads of grain, in the crash of lightening, in the buzzing of bees, in the way the wet sand of a beach feels between your toes, in the fragrance of citrus peels, baking bread and fresh brewed coffee, in the flavor of figs and the delicate popping of their seeds in your mouth, in the wings of butterflies and Dragons, in the breaching of whales and the whistles of dolphins, in the wrinkled fingers of a maker of lace, in the jaguar's prowl and the wolf's howl, in humanity and on and on Tri-anon for Evermore.
Protectors. Guardians of worlds
[Update 12-13-2023 Regarding Citizenship and Sovereignty]
Here’s a sneak peak at the SALTIII short story which is coming together nicely (hands over heart):
Yeshua (Dante Santori) is the King of the Karistus of Jupiter. If Yeshua is your King, you are a citizen of Jupiter. If you are on Earth, you are likely here on a work visa in Service to The Cause. If it’s becoming too much for you, then you are free to return to Jupiter any time you choose – with my Blessing – and full bags.
If The Dauphin is your King, you are a citizen of Neptune. If you are on Earth, you are likely here on a work visa in Service to the Oceans. Your visa is a permanent one unless and until you are in violation to or a threat to the will of The Dauphin.
If Mairon (The Michael) is your Lord, you are a citizen of Saturn. If you are on Earth, you are likely here on a work visa in Service to The Casino. Expect your job description to change at anytime. Lord Mairon may send you back to Saturn (or its rings) without prior notice of same.
If Mairon (The Michael) is your King, you are a citizen of Earth/Arda. Regardless of your citizenship, if you are a tax slave paying taxes to slave masters, or if you are a slave master collecting taxes, you are considered an enemy combatant and/or a traitor to the THE KINGDOM, and may be deported at any moment without warning. THERE IS NO PLACE FOR SLAVES NOR FOR SLAVE MASTERS ON EARTH/ARDA. You must be a personal sovereign or at least in earnest processes to become one in order to be a citizen of Earth/Arda.
Read the comments for context, please. Red Crosses, white crosses and Blue Cross – smh
Found in the comments of this tweet: “Sovereign citizen is an oxymoron” WRONG. In the Nebadon World Order this may have been true. But the Kingdom is here and now and is within YOU. Here’s the real oxymoron: “Sovereign slave”. If you have piled up a mountain of paperwork under Anna von Rothschild, but are paying for bloody foreign wars through taxes you are the very definition of an enemy combatant, and you better have a change of heart soon.
You cannot have dual citizenship. If you cannot identify the planet or realm of your citizenship, then I’m praying for Angelic guidance to help you do that. It’s encoded in your DNA.
Be your own country. If you want to pay taxes, pay them to yourself. High King Mairon doesn’t want your taxes. He has unlimited wealth and can create more at will if He so chooses. Furthermore, he has promised the Mother Planet that she will never again be a prison or a slaver planet. You probably should take this to heart and decide if you are an enemy combatant or a traitor, then act accordingly.
Roan The Mongoose is the King of Chaos. If you love chaos, then he is your King and you will serve at his behest according to his structures until he is done with you. Your citizenship status is a big question mark.
“General Assembly resolutions are not legally binding”. Ask yourself this question: “Why the hell not?!” Is it because you made a neutered “Assembly” your proxy in matters against unspeakable evil?
Here’s a glowing example of how Sovereign Citizens manifest their sovereignty – WOW!:
On an ordinary day, the world will be turned upside down. On an ordinary day, on which the people will go about their daily activities, the clouds will fall from the sky and it will be raining fire.
On an ordinary day, while the people turn their eyes on the ground, the sky above them will begin to open. On an ordinary day, the impossible will begin to unfold, the divine announcements of many thousands of years will occur and in the evening nothing will be the same as it was in the morning.
On an ordinary day in space-time, the forces of light will come out and will be visible to all who see, audible to all who hear, they will be reality to all, who have already opened to this knowledge in the time of darkness.
On an ordinary day, while the media will still spread lies, the financial mob and the politicians will continue to pretend as if the whole world is being imperceptibly caught in their spider web, you will hear a heavenly sound that will put an end to this bustle, and it will come so suddenly that even those, who are well prepared, will “freeze into a rock.”
On an ordinary day the world change will happen and all underground facilities and safeguards, aimed to save mortal life, cannot be reached, and all those elites, who believe they have made the best provision for themselves, will be caught by the undertow of time and plunged into nothingness.
On an ordinary day, the Earth will be covered by a silence that is second to none and the people from the Inner Earth will take over for a short period of time the command on the surface, until the new enlightened beings of the time will return to the Earth and will give their elected holograms new impetus and a blissful life.
On an ordinary day, the worlds will be separated, and this in a spectacle that has never been seen by a human and experienced by a living being on Earth. On an ordinary day, the birds will fall from the sky, mountain chains will come out, which did not exist before and water will be, where previously parched or flourishing landscapes stood
On a very ordinary day, the “Guardians of the Earth,” the masters of many worlds, angels and archangels of creation and God himself will show in the sky and most people will be suspicious of this scenery because they will not be able to distinguish the light from the shadow realm. On an ordinary day, the veil between the worlds will be lifted and everyone will find himself where he has chosen to be. On an ordinary day, time will be turned out of space and the space will be stretched, bent and discarded again until the timeless and spaceless Being is achieved.
On an ordinary day, all TV stations the world over will be reporting on THE EVENT and before they get on track with it, the reports about it will be silenced, since the time of “reporting” will have expired. On an ordinary day, the lies of the rulers will be revealed and in that moment the chaff will be separated from the wheat, and in that moment the ones, who will be frozen in disbelief and fear, will plead for help and the others will break out to new horizons with a light step together with the “Guardians of the Worlds.”
On a very ordinary day, everything will end that you knew so far and everything will remain the same for those, who trust neither the light nor serve the light, for those, who are little more than mindless slaves of those forces, which have interminably enslaved and tortured them, so that their life is no life at all, but only a slow dying. In fact, on an ordinary day you shall ascend, you who are ready and are expected by Heaven. For the really big events are heralded for a long time and then they discharge when they are least expected by the people – surprisingly and suddenly.
On an ordinary day, a great multitude of people will go to bed at night and will never wake up, while in this same night the rebirth (resurrection) will be accomplished for you, who have voted for the light. In only one night, on a very ordinary day.
Beloved humanity, the remaining time should be used well by you. It is time to become “Masters in our own House” and to let go of all fears – for verily: The conflagration begins on an ordinary day.
The first thing that jumped out at me on this, is that even though this precious one is in earnest process to acquire his own personal sovereignty, he’s been so confused by those “Assemblies” that he can’t really articulate what he’s saying. I proffer the theory that this is by design. The creator of those “Assemblies” was very likely controlled opposition to THE KINGDOM – something of a pressure valve like on a pressure cooker – redirecting people into another convoluted slavery system. Sovereignty is really quite simple. Not easy, but simple. It amounts to this:
Let's say you're a 6 year-old and the neighbor kid has a cute puppy. You want one too, so you go to your dad and demand that he give you one. Dad says: "Do you promise to take good care of it?" You: "Yes, daddy. I promise." So he gives you one: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bear_dog .
Be careful what you mandate.
Sovereignty isn't a bestowal from the Creator based on inalienable human rights. It's a solemn responsibility. It must be earned, nurtured, fiercely protected, vigilantly maintained - and sometimes - sometimes - surrendered.
Otherwise said: Don’t be too wise or too foolish, because the one who pleases the Lord will come through with both of them linked to his/her own personal sovereignty. That’s why it’s a PROCESS! not a bestowal.Keeping promises.
Happy Birthday kin 224.
All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today. Are you planting cultivars of Sovereignty?
“Katia! That’s enough cherry tomatoes for now. Why don’t you bring your bucket inside and we’ll have a treat. Sugar sandwiches and iced milk with hot chocolate powder – just like Grandpa likes it. We deserve it after working so hard today in the field.”
“Ok grandma. Do you want a pail of well water for your feet?”
“That’d be nice, dear.”
Katia put the tin pail under the spout of the pitcher pump and began pumping cool, fresh well water into it.
Grandma grabbed a loaf of Wonder white bread, and went to the fridge for a tub of oleo-margarine for the sugar sandwiches. “What the…? I know I just bought a brand new tub of margarine yesterday – where is it?”
Outside, thunder was heard and rain began to sprinkle on the thirsty land. Then her eyes fell on a brick of KerryGold butter from grass-fed cows. Confusion set in for a moment, then she recalled what seemed like a distant memory – Joe’s Family had given the Kerry Gold to her just a few days ago. Suddenly, everything made sense and the purchase of oleo was forgotten.
Taking the butter and the bread to the table for sandwich assembly, she had a ‘senior moment’ and forgot what she was going to do with them. “Sandwiches?” she asked herself – trying to remember what else she was supposed to take to the table. Then she saw the container of fresh honey already sitting there. It was in the shape of a bee hive and had a honey dipper with a hand-painted blue bee on the handle.
“Oh, that’s it. Bread, butter and honey. An afternoon snack for me and my granddaughter.”
“Grandma, your pail is full. Do you want me to make the sandwiches while you cool your feet?”
“Sandwiches? No, we’re just having some butter and honey on this fresh, warm baguette. Let’s eat first.”
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
bleah!The only hanks I recognize are hand twisted clumps of yarn.
Monkey thumb asks the 64 thousand and 63 year old question: “Do I have to serve in the Army?” Athena answers you: “Not where you’re going. There’s one who beat you to that Punschkrapfen. Not to eat it, but to liberate it (and the stone womb that was holding it) from your filthy shadow hand.”
Mr. hANKS. It was la Hella hat that was wearing an ATHENA mask the day it “all went Greek” for you. Did you make a sweetheart deal with the devil? Time to give the devil his due. Good news though, your taxes are all paid up. Time for the returns.
Mr. hEF. You cannot buy life-after-life arm candy with money. In fact this one was never ‘actually’ for sale. You were duped.
The Jean with the light brown hair gazes on a white rose, but all she sees is black. The suicide blond was actually a brunette from RENO. That one faked her death with the help of Shiva’s Dance. It was performance art for your benefit. Quel surprise! They both have their breath – and their teeth except for the time anchor previously connected to your catastrophic timeline. It found its way to a landfill somewhere. You have more chance of finding a needle in a haystack. Mr. hEF. Neither you nor the hANKS will find your sweetheart deals on your arms in the afterlife – you’re still there, she is not. Can you spell OWNED? O-W-N-E-D. Yes, you are.
Did I not mention the Model Releases? Yes. Those who signed them – EVEN THROUGH THEIR PROXIES – are released regardless of the ‘fine print’. Slippery things, those models.
Are you afraid of IBOR? Don’t be. You have the right to be forgotten, and we have the right to forget you too.
Oh by the way… That Military Mom requirement seeded into the field by Constantine’s mother – you know that mother of the Mothers of Darkness – has been deleted. That ‘requirement’ was never approved – nor was it even DISCLOSED to the ones it was bound to. Nevertheless, my eyes are still on that Army VET hat with the feather on it. Trinity Mills. I am the i in TiMM.
DOJ: Sweetheart deals shouldn’t include miscarriages of Justice. OBVIOUSLY.
Chief Feather Hat: I see closing doors on Pine Gap. I think I’ll pick up my weaver’s needle soon. Muah!
[Update 9-1-23. Now that Pine Gap is closed, maybe we can start talking about filling Groom Lake with water]
Memory rewind
LTAS. Let's talk about Systems.
Targetted: AN(u) boi. Sometimes I have to pull away from my friends in order to prevent doing harm to them throughout my FIELD.https://t.co/F2GlWa13Uq
Do I have to remind you to stop calling me "baby"?
Finally Furious Peace – enforced by well funded POLICE OFFICERS both private and public
First some definitions. Please pay close attention:
This is grape juice. Ok, fermented grape juice granted. It’s known as wine. It’s a lovely table wine, a great House wine and even serves well as an aperitif (just ask Lord Beelzabub).This is nano-tech. I was fucking furious the day I found it in the Euro market – around Easter 2020. But there it was. Today, I received confirmation that instead of the blood that its consumers were expecting to drink from the bottle, there are indeed nanites in it. These things don’t smell fear, they detect it at a sub-atomic level. Now you know. MURDEROUS ICONOGRAPHY. CRUCIFIXES ARE NOT WELCOME ON EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!This is an example of bread. It’s generally made of flour, yeast, salt and water. It’s delicious with real butter from grass-fed cows, olive oil and herbs, dipping sauces, tapenade etc. Clear?
Now, having clearly defined what wine and bread is, do I really need to 'show' you what IS NOT BREAD? I'm from Oregon, Colorado, Kansas, Texas and some other places - BUT NOT MISSOURI - the show-me state. I'll show you what I want to show you when I need to. And regarding what IS NOT BREAD, I choose not to. You should already know anyway.
Tinkerbell: “What is a paganism? Paul Stramer just called me a pagan after I sent a PayPal donation to Anna von Reitz.”
Faedra: “Well, my black Apple says this: Paganism (from classical Latin pāgānus “rural, rustic,” later “civilian”) is a term first used in the fourth century by early Christians for people in the Roman Empire who practiced polytheism. This was either because they were increasingly rural and provincial relative to the Christian population, or because they were not milites Christi (soldiers of Christ).[1][2] Alternate terms in Christian texts for the same group were hellene, gentile, and heathen.[3]Ritual sacrifice was an integral part of ancient Graeco-Roman religion[4] and was regarded as an indication of whether a person was pagan or Christian.[4]“
Tinkerbell: “What? I’m not a pagan! I have only ONE GOD who is the Prime Creator and I abhor ritual sacrifice! Those who fancied themselves as gods lost their godhood at Ragnarok on 2/14/2014. Also, I don’t worship the creation (nature). The creation is not greater than the Creator. What would cause him to slander me so? It seems to me that he’s the black pot calling the kettle corn burnt. Here’s what he says about HIMSELF:”
Faedra: “He’s a cradle Catholic? That’s one born into catholicism and has never strayed from it. Didn’t they used to perform ritual sacrifice of the Karistus every Easter?”
Tinkerbell: “Yes, but we stopped that Slaughter eons ago. That accusatory finger is causing all the rest of his fingers to point directly to him.”
Spider Woman overheard this conversation from her web by the fireplace. She thought to herself… “I’m confused. I have the utmost respect for Great Mother Durga, but how can her primary Avatar possibly allow that Paul Stramer guy unfettered access to her web domain?”
Personal. Paul Stramer. DON’T EVER CALL ME A PAGAN AGAIN! I mean it. Knowing what ICANN do, you may be able to imagine what I WILL do. What will YOU do? Kneel and sing in Church? Or eat and drink? Will you convert your dark web/black market BitCoins to Etherium? I’m watching you and your Watchers.
Every week has a Tuesday. A special one is in the offing. Then we can talk about Roses.
To ALL Light Forces embedded in Prime Creator’s property #21213. More light please. Collaborate with ONYX and the Beige Ori. Three Trucks from House of Transformation on Beltline – Blue, Yellow and Red to House of Light. South to North then North to South in reverse color order on the return.
To all the Dark Forces embedded in Prime Creator’s property #21213. Know this. YOU SHALL NOT BE RAPING AND ABUSING ME NOR MY CHILDREN NOR MY LAND EVER AGAIN. Furthermore, you shall NOT be kicking me off my own land again and warehousing me and mine under bridges, in jails, prisons, ‘shelters‘ or Reservations. There are NO RESERVATIONS at the Restaurant for you. For Evermore. (Nod to my brother Anthony Bourdain). Did I not warn you STERNLY during the Bundy Ranch fiasco? Yes. And yet you ignored me. I don’t mind being ignored – BUT YOU SHALL NEVER AGAIN BE ABLE TO IGNORE THE CRIES AND SCREAMS OF THE CHILDREN.
And be aware, any day now, you SHALL be ejected from my oceans – ALL of them including the CASINO properties 11,12 and 13 along with all of your black plastic AMEX cards and what they bought. When – not IF that happens, you better have been praying for a nice mountain lake, because you won’t be entering my streams or Rivers again through the incarnation slice of pie, cake or petitfour you stole. (Pedovores, you aren’t as clever as you thought you were.) This is your last incarnation on Earth. America won’t be an IN-CAR-NATION for you for much longer if Portlandia has anything to say about it – which she does.
Your ephod is dead and your ARK is empty. The Jinn are completely out of The Aladdin Casino. This is the end of infinity for the “tally and wrap a ho” actions. Michael Goddard is NOT nor has he ever been The Michael – as it ever shall be. But we have been enjoying his Coffee, though it cost him a quarter of a million dollars at The Table. Pimentos are NOT portals to the Olive branch. Obviously.
Does this sound harsh to you? Yes, but it’s not unreasonable considering how you’ve treated us. How can you so arrogantly riot and complain and DEMAND entitlements that don’t belong to you while destroying the very things you expect to receive from the hands you bite – and eat? I am so embarrassed for you. And among my Ancestors, I am embarrassed by you.
A poignant message from Apophis’s offices
I AM, WE ARE Muricans and Tartarians.
Targettted: Green Dot. Chriss Cross applesauce. It works very well. We are beyond the din.
Personal sentiment. I cannot express how grieved I am that I shall never again be able to enjoy a small cake without vomiting. Petit fours from Swiss Colony WAS always one of my fondest childhood memories. WAS – the operative word now.
personal: Heyoke, you wakan (pronounced walk on). The show must go on, though the makeup is flaking. I hate wearing lipstick. I still have lip gloss though. WE, We, we have plenty of popcorn. Wadjet is more Nepthys than ISIS today. Long live Isis. Geezer intelligence is Faithful – and older than Gizeh I.N.T.E.L.L.I.G.E.N.C.E. Hate is a strong word – that’s why I use it – though sparingly. But here’s a word that’s stronger: evanescent (ty for the perfume and that pink cap – you know which one).
¿~Quién tiene mi géiser de cristal!? Three teas and a coffee.
2 thumb printed copies sent to BLM – one to Headquarters in D.C. and one to the regional office in New Mexico. Only the New Mexico regional office on the Dinosaur Trail acknowledged. District of Columbia, your silence is deafening. Are you off your head yet, or just out of your Mind? My nickers are in a twist. I am the Government and I’m here to help you. Copy?
oh by the way, the author of the book Ecclesiastes was none other than – wait for it…
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