Those who won’t/wouldn’t be with me when I’m at my worst don’t deserve to be with me when I’m at my best. Contrariwise, those who survived and suffered during the GAIA menopause and in love and Service to same deserve uncalculable HONORS, health, wealth, love, joy and longevity. (yes, spellcheck – I spelled that UNCALCLUABLE)
BREAKING: NASA Discovers Planet-Wide Electric Field Around Earth 🌎
NASA scientists have discovered a planet-wide electric field surrounding Earth, confirming a 60-year-old hypothesis. AND also proving there are still subtle energies at play that we were unaware of. pic.twitter.com/vWx3YjAgic
— Jay Anderson – Project Unity (@TheProjectUnity) August 31, 2024
Thank you so much WordPress for resisting the pressures – strong ones I suspect – to change your embedding algorithm to the name of that >>other<< social media resource in your interfaces. Keep going – I am with you – to the end. Are you likewise?
Wow, thanks NASA! It's good to know that you have used that 63 year old investment so well. Or are you bucking for more money now?
Nevertheless, any future inflows to you from US taxpayers won't prevent your steep descent into irrelevance – you know – because you "lied about everything".
Heartfelt sentiment to Dante Santori. I've been resisting the temptation to make this Topside post about the Teaching Mission you tasked me to. Today is your birthday, so I'm making it about you - and Gramps. Please consider it a Birthday gift.
On the tightest fractal I could find, I’ve established that you – and Gramps – are Legend. Also all of kin 53 and 199 are Legionary – more on that in a bit.
From The Pyramids Everything Began. From The Pyramids Everything Will End. ♾
The Year of the Fire Sheep/Goat 1967. I pay attention to these things. And I connect the dots to them. 8867-100 isn’t a random number. It’s connected to my PRADA clutch purse (from my perspective at least. Reader, you can connect your own dots by reading the Kansas narrative here:) https://gaiasophiaofearth.wordpress.com/kansas-narrative/
I’ve never been alone. Dante and Gramps were closest to me throughout my entire incarnation in this life – it was a difficult – and sometimes an impossible task, but they both signed on with no reservations. Both Fire Sheep – friends closer than brothers – Proverbs 18:24. BLESS THEM BOTH
PLAYER72 has completed all of the Extreme and Nightmare levels. Uh oh. Pray for those who haven’t.Dante Santori kin 53 9-3-1967Troy Glen(n) Maris 1-27-1968 (Gramps)
Red + Blue makes Purple
Somewhere/somewhen there is a room. In it there is a shirt that says: "I've survived the GAIA menopause and all I got is this shirt and this room full of medals and trophies."
(Actually, there are two rooms - and there is more there than shirts, medals and trophies.)
Happy Birthday, Dante.
All the best to you and yours, and many happy returns.
Love, The Metal Ox
Yes mom, I still have the clutch purse. It’s Proof of Life. So sorry to disappoint you, I didn’t die when you wanted me to – yet another thing I failed at. Oh well.
I would like to express how impressed I am with these Torsion shoes (pic attached). Never have I enjoyed so many miles on one pair of shoes -calculations below.
But now my Eagle toe is in Toepeekee, KS (a Grandma Fordism), and my Cosmic sole is worn to the cloth.
Planned Obsolescence
Prayer of the Seven Galactic Directions José Argüelles & Valum Votan – Topic
On my Walkabout recently (wearing Adidas Torsion shoes) I passed a barefoot jogger from the House of Transformation on the bridge over a Trinity River tributary. His feet were muddy. We exchanged knowing smiles – a precious moment between two “earthers”.
Some “new-agers” think that shoes are some kind of conspiracy theory against humans to disconnect the wearers from Earth energy. smh.
If you are Earthborn, you are living in the magnetic chamber of the planet. You can’t be disconnected from it just because you wear shoes – regardless of what they are made of. If you go barefoot, your deepened connection is for your own health – for you alone, and if you wear shoes, your footsteps are for you and for all in your field.
One caveat though: there may be other reasons you may be disconnected from the magnetic field of the Earth. Desynch from the Planet comes in many forms - and that's a very dangerous place to be - whether you are wearing shoes or not.
Adidas. Though your Corporate structure did disappoint me with that brief foray into "wokeism", your MYLO mycelium shoes are still on my Christmas wish list.
Around the fall or winter of 2019/2020 (iirc), I was gifted with these Torsion shoes. For two years I put many miles on them, then one day I got curious about just how many miles I was putting on them. So on 12/31/2022, I started a log with a 4 mile walk. By the end of 2023, I had logged 239 miles – not counting my many jogs and short walks between long walks. By that time, the insoles were flat (3 years! wow), and instead of throwing them away as I had become so fond of them, I decided to buy a $10 pair of Dr. Scholls insoles for them. What a difference that made – it was like walking on air like it used to be. By June 1, 2024, I had put 118.2 miles on the new insoles when I decided it was time to part with the shoes – the insoles are still in good shape though – I may have been able to put another 100+ miles on them if the uppers and soles weren’t worn out.
So by my conservative estimation, I’ve walked 700 – 800 miles on this one pair of shoes. The Torsion shoe line is an impressive product by any measure – and with synergy to boot (see what I did there? :).
I’m reasonably certain that your choices in building such sturdy shoes with this amazing longevity may have negatively impacted the profitability of this line – at least if calculated in conventional metrics (planned obsolescence). Nevertheless, they have impacted my bottom line in a positive direction.
This is why I’m offering you this blog post as a marketing piece for your brand awareness efforts. You may use it without restriction or compensation – on the condition that you publish it intact – pictures and all without edits in text or imagery. And why wouldn’t you agree to these terms? It’s Proof Of Work!
I just bought a new pair of your shoes, so now I’m ready to Re-up my Walkabout.
Let All Things Be Known as the Light of Mutual Love
Bizmuth (backing our way out of 6-6-6 oblivion and building Rainbow Bridges)
Caveat: The QR code generator I use was once free. I was one of the first adopters of this tech.
But now it costs $96/year. I'm not spending my Brother's money to pay to market for ANY Corporate entity. So after 15 days this QR code will be de-activated unless someone steps up. pic.twitter.com/zkzRIDj1bh
“A drum beat sets the tone for good negotiations.” ~BearStearnsBravo
From the peanut gallery I heard a comment. It was the best comment find of the day: “I let my (shifty pole) cat listen to this and he became a lion”. LOL
He said: wen top knot?
She said: I have a Compass Rose on a North Wall. I know you're not the drummer boy, are you the Keyboard player that set aside his pedals while mistakenly thinking "she loves me not"?
They said: show your work
forget-me-not
Observation: they offered sushi at the King’s Table Chinese buffet in Tempe, AZ. A storm was brewing that day. What does that mean? I hope it means 和平, 平和. Remember what I said (demanded):
EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS ABOUT THE CHILDREN.
“Show your work”
I’ll show the rest of my work regarding your question about XUN, but first I have some questions for They/Them:
What happened to jERIKO? And why is her story considered a “comedy”?
What “deals” were made under and above the sushi table at Ichiban(sp) on Powell Road in Portland with “ambassador” David Acock of Northwest Printing? How many and which ones – if any succeeded?
What “deals” were attempted at the King’s Table in Tempe, AZ with Constantine’s mother-goddess figure? How many and which ones – if any succeeded?
Considering how much “linear” time has passed since those table settings have been cleared and the dishes washed, I’d like to request answers in the form of alembic distillates please.
(update 1/25/23 NoMoreSleeping made a critical error in referencing “The Chymical Marriage of Christian Rosenkreutz,”. I had printed it out then kept trying to read it, but was thwarted every time until one day I got to the part where murderous iconography was praised. I stopped reading and destroyed the entire printout. Sorry NoMoreSleeping – you missed on that one, though everything else you said seems to ring true to me atm. ALL CONTRACTS AGAINST Dante Santori are hereby null and void – I fucking mean it. There can be no peace on Earth until this murderous iconography thing has been >>permanently<< vanquished.)
That’s all for now. I’ll await answers – and questions while I observe the Juneteenth holiday.
Update 2-2-2024
Message to someone. So grateful that you found my mauve roses without neglecting my blue ones.
Blu Starr
If politics is downstream from culture, and if there's no real culture then the political will be false as well.
Ms. Kar d’ASH. You sent your Attaché (the only one that matters in this NOW) to my brother Vitalik Buterin(edited 7-5-22: actually, it turns out the he’s my cousin – the human one is anyway) with a “peace” offering. Why? Do you think I am any less for being a Goodwill Second Hand Rose? No. Do you really have any intention of making your tenuous situation less so with this? Yes – but that’s because you have absolutely no idea just how tenuous your situation is. I’m not going to be fooled again by ANY such disingenuous gestures.
My closet is NOT for sale, regardless of the tokenomics.
But, let’s just say for a moment that YOURS is. How should that work, do you suppose? Shall we also include the skeletons in it? Shall we include your momager’s wicks of wickedness?
And really, the only item of clothing that you wear that I’m interested in is that Ethereum MAX t-shirt. Have you heard Rumors that I cut t-shirts into long strips, then weave them into dog chew toys? Have you seen the collection of COCO’s dog chew toys delivered to a “no-kill” shelter in Dallas? I suspect that you have such “knowledge”, but I can’t confirm at this moment. If you don’t though, ask yourself why that is. Have lines of communication broken down? Have your reptilian overlords vanished? Good questions to ask for yourself and for all your now mute Attachés.
MAX owns, OWNS Eschelon (but NOT 5Kanon) along with 10,000 earth-like worlds. Among them is YOUR homeworld. I’ve authorized Max to send you and all of your reptilian skin walkers back to your homeworld where you can learn about YOUR culture and stop corrupting ours. And, really – get your sticky fingers OFF the Armenians. You don’t own them and they have NOTHING in common with you.
I am the KIM. Not you, ME.
Your thumbs are no longer welcome on ANY of my desks including one that no longer has any OVAL authority.
You have until MY momager’s 79th birthday to pack your closets – skeletons and all – and get ready to be transported to YOUR homeworld, or you may find yourself there without them. Either way, I’ll be without them – and you.
Do you know what ZK means yet? If not, you will. Zero Knowledge.
Targetted: Veneay Gupta. You’re next in the Process Church queue. Your visit in 2013 is looking suspicious to me now. Be aware. The sons of Mari are DAMM good at what they do. Ho’oponopono.
On my ANKER today (7-5-22)
Fashion, Hospitality and Marriage, oh my. I've been muted for some time on my Lionel Train, so I'll just voice >>here<< a couple of things that came up today (since 1A still lives here – TY brother EM).https://t.co/PTU9z0nCaQpic.twitter.com/IkvmtTn5K4
My grandparents were heroes. They weren’t military heroes per se, though they both Served the Forces. They were heroes of the BATTLE BORN Sunflower State of Kansas. Simple folk, SALT of the Earth. Gardeners.
"Ad astra per aspera"
One of my biggest regrets is that I didn’t write down the wonderful folk wisdom they imparted to me when I was a youngin’. Webcams weren’t invented yet. Gratitude to you DS Vingen, for using this technology to preserve the wisdom of The Elders for the youngin’s of today, and for those of future generations.
All the Sunflowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today.
If you learn how to say “thank you” in 20 different languages, your life will change for the better. Eddie knew how to say “Thank you” to a flock of Seagulls.
Cuomos. We don’t warehouse our Elders behind paywalls they can’t afford. We keep them close to us and love their wisdom into ourselves. We don’t kill them when their “magic” appears to fade. If you can’t see that magic, then you are on the wrong TV channel.
Oh, and one more thing comes to mind as I meditate on this crucial subject. I recall an incident when I, as a youth, lost patience with an old person. I don’t recall the actual annoyance nor do I recall what I said about it. But one standing beside me, after hearing my vitriol said something like this: “When you are that age, you won’t feel that way about old folks.”
I haven’t yet reached that age. And that’s probably because I responded thusly: “You’re right. Thank you for correcting me.”
Update 8-25-2024 regarding OG’s
Gramps woke up with this song in his head today. The lyrics were just out of reach of his memory. What do Geezers pray about? Well, today they are thanking Him for YouTube – and requesting thunder and rain. The creek could use a good wash-out.https://t.co/PB5BtmHM4F
Please read the tread – click me. Thank The Lord for WordPress – and Twitter. Yes, I said Twitter.
There is no such thing as a “useless eater”. The question is though: useful for whom, used by whom and what do they eat?
And now I'm wondering if/when this new wave of planned afflictions arrives, will families be separated by stupid paywalls so that those most vulnerable are abandoned to be drowned in lake Cuomo? I do wonder such things – and while I'm wondering, I pray: https://t.co/FSNssHcebh
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.
“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.”
The Templars and Netrider youngins who were sent to the Taj Mahal year 1653 in order to collect water from the Ganges saw a black hole quickly forming above them. It was surrounded by a HUUUGE black cloud in the form of a T. So they all sat on the banks of the River and called out to Ancient Grandmother Tree who has roots there. “Grandma! Help!” they cried. “Get us outta here quick!”
AGT said “Calm down children. How fast can you hold hands?” So grasping each other’s hands they melded their hearts Taygeta then jumped into The River.
Immediately they found themselves in present day on one of the Trinity River Debris Booms (Debris Detention Device) – still holding hands and carrying their collections of water from the Ganges in their back-packs.
Smelly, tired and covered in Dallas debris, they disembarked from the boom and headed to The Alchemist’s Attellier.
“PEW!” said The Alchemist when they arrived. “Y’all stink to high heaven.” Then placing their water collections on his diamond-plate table, he pointed to the Sonic showers. “Go get yourselves cleaned up. Good job kids.” Then he gave them all alcohol and canibus credits and said “After you’re cleaned up, go celebrate. Drinks are on me. Smokeables are on Grandma.”
The Outhouse
HE said: “Tell me a joke.” She said: “Ok, here’s one for you:
A sports trainer was visiting his grandmother’s apple orchard in Edmond, Kansas one day when he had to use the bathroom. There, amongst the trees was an outhouse which grandpa had erected. As he was leaving, he accidentally dropped a quarter into the hole.
Grandma was picking zucchini squash, corn, beans and cherry tomatoes when her grandson came out to complain to her: ‘I just dropped my 1967 quarter in your outhouse, grandma.’
Silently, she took her harvest to the porch and sat it down by the hand-cranked well pump. Then she grabbed an old tin pail and pumped fresh, cool water from the well into it. Removing her shoes, she thought to herself “this is going to be very refreshing” then she plunged her hot, overworked feet into the pail.
When she was properly rested, she took the produce into the house and grabbed her PRADA clutch purse. Still silent, she walked woefully to the outhouse while grandson looked on inquisitively. Horrified, he witnessed as she took a hundred out of her clutchpurse and threw it into the hole in the outhouse. Then she went in after it.
Grandson paced nervously, sweat pouring from his brow and praying to Heaven: ‘What have I done!!!’
Then Grandma emerged – covered in shit, holding the 1967 quarter and handed it back to the Sports Trainer.
‘Grandma! What possessed you to do such a thing?’
‘You didn’t expect me to go in there alone to get your shitty QuarterBack did you?'”
AnnaBell’s Revenge
Covered from head to toe in outhouse essence, Grandma hurried to the RainBarrel – full to the brim – at the NE corner of her house and plunged herself in. When she was cleaned off, she dumped the dirty water out into her yard, then putting her prayer bones to the grass, prayed for more rain.
After having done all, she stood up and went to her kitchen to make a baloney sandwich with Velveta cheese. Then she filled a shiny aluminum cup with fresh, cool well water.
Sitting there at her kitchen table, her eyes lit on the Prince Albert tobacco can containing a full deck of Bicycle playing cards and the Diamond matchsticks next to it.
“I wonder if my daughter Tanya is busy today. I think I’ll ring her up and see if she would like to come over and play Black Jack with matchsticks like we used to do” she mused to herself.
Taking her empty plate and cup to the sink, she thought: “I should see if I have any hash brownies around here. Tanya loves chocolate hash.”
So she walked over to her WE 317 magneto wall phone and asked the operator for BR 549.
“Miller Residence”
“Oh, hello LaSandra, good to hear your voice. I wonder if Tanya is home. I’d like to invite her over for some brownies and a game of Black Jack.”
“Tanya? Who’s that? I’m not aware of any Tanya. And by the way, who are you, and how do you know my name?”
Horrified, Grandma quickly hung up the phone and started weeping uncontrollably.
Joker looked up from his Louis Dearborn LaMoore paperback novel. The Kansas City Chiefs were playing the Cardinals on the tele. “What’s the trouble AnnaBell?”
“Tanya never came home last night” she answered as she choked back tears. “I know we were going shopping in Norton today, but I have something else to do. Let’s load up for a road trip in that Plymouth Fury you’re so proud of. For once, I won’t be telling you to slow down. Let’s put that lead foot of yours to work. I have to get to RENO by morning.”
The Chief appeared before Princess Amber of the Red Feather River people. Martis. He had Uranium One stains on his mouth zone and the flesh was dripping off his face exposing his teeth. But he had promised to meet his bride-to-be there and he was not about to disappoint her with his absence.
“I know that’s just a mask my Chief. I’m so glad you did not abandon me on your voyage to prepare a place for me in Las Vegas. Now remove that mask, so that I may kiss you.”
“Stand Back!” he exclaimed as he stepped away from her. “No it’s not. This was >>actually<< done to me by the daughters of the Mothers of Darkness in Las Vegas. I just needed you to see this.”
Author's note: BOtox. Here's what you won't learn on the wiki. Some batches of Botox were laced with Uranium. Anyone making a connection here to Uranium "won"? Anyone?
“I’ll see you on the next level.” He said as he began to slowly vanish. “But be aware. Some of the M.O.D.s are in a knitting group OFF Preston, OFF Webb Chapel. They meet frequently in one of Dewey Decimal’s Royal Houses which is not currently on the Rail System. They will attempt to knit traps for you. If they succeed with their plans, they will have you in many bird cages. Just smile, bless and keep knitting or crocheting or weaving. You may have to do alotta unraveling. But you have friends and family there to help you with the untangling. Fare thee well.”
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