On November 13, 3033 above the Dragon’s Lair in the O.C. an historical exchange took place. The Royal Dragon’s Egg changed hands from its mother to its father.
The Exchange
At that moment, a countdown began for 1000 years of Peace Universal. 17 days later, Alcyone was never born on the Catastrophic Timeline.
Alcyone, descendant of The Emperor of Orion, born on November 30, 3033 on the Catastrophic Timeline.
When a Dragon couple part after an Exchange like this one, they both move in space/time. The mother moves forward in time and the father moves backward in time holding and protecting the Dragon’s Egg as he moves. A caduceus spiral is formed with their paths which meet regularly to exchange DNA material for the egg which imbibes in it from the father’s aura.
It is this movement of volume through space – this ‘dance’ – which creates ‘time’. If the Dragon’s Egg survives this dance over 2000 combined years, it hatches and an Avatar is born to a planet.
Alcyone, born on November 13, 2033 on the Optimum Timeline
The Royal Dragon’s Egg hatched on November 13, 2033 in the linear – a Rainbow Dragon. And in that precious moment following 1000 years plus 17 days, Alcyone was born on the Optimum Timeline. And Rule 34 was abolished. (for those interested in time mechanics: steps aren’t reversed – processes are)
Edit on 10-03-2021: The hatch date of The Royal Dragon's Egg has changed. Someone pushed a red button and timelines shifted. Many things shifted, but at this moment the only one of these items I can confirm is that The Royal Dragon's Egg hatched on 1x-xx-20xx. I'm sorry I can't be more specific. [Security reasons]. Suffice it to say though, that this IS the most optimal date for this propitious occasion. I'll bring updates as needed.
On April 15, 2051 (maybe, read edit above) AND the year of the Boomerang, Alcyone opened a channel to Kathryn on Earth. “Tell Jean d’Arc to start singing. This will turn The Dauphin, and activate many voices, many wolf howls, and nothing that happened to her after – ever happened. For Evermore.”
Chants were heard. Singing was heard. Hums and drums and tones were heard – and felt. Then prison doors and chains dropped like the tattered threads of ragged clothing.
Jubil Able.
More to come. You may want to watch for updates. What happens in the next 13 years? You have an influence in that. But be aware, Alcyone is as safe as The Dragon's Egg - and for the same reason.
[UPDATED 12/11/2020: Medicine Chief Spirit Who Flies in the Wind looks at the West Gate. Medicine Chief Spirit Who Flies in the Wind looks at the East Gate. What does she see? Through one gate, she sees many in alignment with the Optimum Timeline. Through the other, she sees those who are very well prepared to deal with a World that no longer exists. Which gate holds the Optimum Timeline vision? Ask The Vision Wheel.]
Intermission
Update 10-8-2022
Good afternoon Eschelon. Here’s your I-Ching reading for today 10-8-22 Blue Cosmic Night, Electric Moon 19 Year Of The Red Self-Existing Moon, Year of the Water Tiger. Sorry, it was AI generated as I had to leave my calligraphy set behind when I was running for my life. I hope it’s accurate.
On my walkabout today, someone asked the question: “Why Tiger shirt?”
Is this not the year of the *Water Tiger? And today is Blue Cosmic (K)night. I seal the input of abundance with the Cosmic tone of presence. I don’t know anything about that ball club… Foot? Base? Basket? dunno (Bengals).
Now, knowing that I’m on a mission having to do with the topic of abundance, do you really think it’s wise to put me in danger? (I texted through my Trac-phone portal after going head-to-head with a car driver at an intersection that I clearly had right-of-way at that moment). Then I continued: I’m requesting that the Lexus driver that just did that have his license revoked and his insurance cancelled. He can use public transport. DART needs more riders anyway.
I recall a similar day when I was put in danger while carrying the Dragon’s egg. Not good.
On a related matter… I came across an interesting car window sticker on my walkabout today. It said “MY FAVORITE FORM OF GRATIFICATION IS INSTANT”. That particular driver may find that being in a hurry for gratification isn’t necessarily the way of the Bull she is claiming alliance with. Dikes and Yikes!
This is my favorite pinned tweet of the day:
Good afternoon Eschelon. Here’s your I-Ching reading for today. Sorry, it was AI generated as I had to leave my caligraphy set behind when I was running for my life. I hope it’s accurate.
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.
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?
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…
The White Dragon saw your invitation UAE. She was waved off for her own survival. You missed.
Who made earth an unwitting and unwilling business partner with the UAE? Her blood pumped out of the ground to pay for what? Let’s ask her how SHE sees it shall we?
Three items stand out today Gold, platinum and diamonds
I see that small cake. It makes me want to vomit.
Gold as food Do those who eat the petrified blood of the Titans believe they will live for 100,000 years? Consult the CREDO system. Yes. But these ones are not aware, that one older than that has put up a Bounce House at that gate. “NO EXIT” he says.
Smelters. This is stolen Platinum. I respectfully request your services in returning it to Fleet. TY.
One fancy Mercedes-Benz trying to blend in with Platinum Fleet. It doesn’t matter how many bottles of SOBE the driver of this impostor drinks, he shall not ever actually be able to afford to live for a million years. “NO EXIT”
The tech drop I was asked for.
Not all diamonds are for Evermore. Now, this is personal. Dante’s car is a KIA. Traitors and parasites planned to forget him when they were done with him. So they get their wish. IBOR – the right to be forgotten. Mickey Mouse Mafia. Here’s your Dial Home Device: noKIA. “NO EXIT”
CLARITY
“Don’t come. One who drives an Impala fueled by BLOOD has wicked plans for you. It’s a trap. Stay away”
To the innocent Iranians now residing in Dubai, pay attention. The White Dragon saw those spikes rising into the sky to impale her. She’s not coming to you. But something greater is. It would serve you well, to take your earnings and your families and go home. Don’t tarry. Don’t be crushed under the Medicine Wheel:
A little review for those who still love Sennacherib and give >>him<< instead of Archimedes credit for a certain gravity displacement innovation.
No healer, no magician, no Apothecary could stop her bleeding except ONE. This is because only that one was outside of time, outside of chance and beyond space. Her injury happened on THIS timeline. The oil producing conglomerates are just another form of vampirism – it’s not even really parasitism – its worse.
Houston. Stop the bleeding.
or else…
Yellow Thunder Medicine Wheel. Clear?
oh by the way… It may already be too late for some. Just sayin’ look closely at that white-out.
Poor man wants to be rich, rich man wants to be King. King isn’t satisfied ’til he rules Everything. ~RealPage
Earth mother planet has something to say, if y’all would just >>listen<<
Do you think the Tree of Life bears fruit for only humans of star configuration? Expand your thinking and your awareness. NOW.
She says: “My King is tall, dark and handsome – a white guy. He’s The Geneticist, and he works with The Architect – a black guy, and The Scientist – an Asian guy. Surprised? The MATRIX was a documentary of a beta-test. An Experiment – now ended. The Geneticist carries the Super Seeds of the Tree of Life. Colors. Adjust yourself to this my children – or don’t. It’s your #FREEWILL.”
“The #RACEWARS are over if the warring races want to continue. If they don’t, they shall be moved off planet where they can keep doing their warring on Asteroids, dead planets, dead moons, abandoned space stations, cyberspace – you get the picture. They can fight each other to their heart’s content – weapons provided – to the Last Man Standing. May that one find his/her/it’s way home safely so that he/she/it can tell the tale. A cautionary one. War is hell and Earth is heaven. #MYBODYMYCHOICE – Sovereignty”
“The VooDoo velvet window is broken, and it can’t AND WON’T be repaired.”
The Planet wants – and NEEDS to heal from millennia of wars AND experiments on her, over her and above her.
May Peace prevail on Earth
Star Wars are over. Race Wars are over. Galactic Hawk wars are _________.
Let love seek and let love find Let love lead and let love flow Bloom where you’re planted Glow in the dark Reach without restriction But call before you dig
MIKE’s Floor Mechanic had either been compromised or deceived. The Guardian of the Ice Chambers was overwhelmed with fire from the sky, so he delegated some jobs to new work boots on the ground. Then he had a Brahm’s triple decker ice cream cone and sent flowers to The Creamery. Meanwhile his workboots dropped cubes from the icemaker in the Cocina to the worn-out vinyl floor.
The red-faced Kachina wiped sweat from her brow and looking around on her Walkabout said “Where are the children?!”
Trinity was watching this from White Rock Creek and mused to herself… “Faedra must be the Key Maker.”
Looking up from her lunch with Faedra, Ariel started day-dreaming out loud. She said: “I wish King Darren would put up a new shingle right next to that Swarovski Crystal Entity. A mom and pop store overlooking the Kitchen – and the ice rink. No rent – ever.”
The Black Kachina was watching all these things happen at The Galleria through his telescope. Then he picked up his orchestra and said: “Mi Casa, Mi Cocina“.
Poseidon was being chased by a hot-headed little mermaid. So he got into his Maserati and did 84 down the PCH. When he finally ran out of gas, he found himself in Oaxaca. So he sat by the creek and made some Stone Soup with the elders there. The earth quaked so hard that time quaked also.
Then the M/Y Walkabout got her slip.
WHO doesn’t love Faerie tales?
Updated 8-28-20 at 4:44pm Dallas time.
I wonder how many will correctly interpret this Tarot card. It’s called Chalupa Chalupa Supreme – a Major Arcana
The discussion around Origins is an uncomfortable one for all involved. >>Especially<< for the one holding up the others with his one magnetic foot. May he not lose his footing in a Crossfire Hurricane. That wouldn’t be good for anyone.
Ocean Genesis (genIsis). A Major Acana. Where we all originate from – and to where we must all return – if we’re welcome. Otherwise – sand dunes, dry, barren DUNES.
Peter [the] Insider (personal: geesh! Really?) lost his cork screw 8 years ago in the linear. Protoi Alliance and MEDCOM removed it multi-dimensionally and very carefully and thoroughly near the 5th Fairway of LVCC. Salvington. Now he’s so much Petrol for a House fire (Meta4). Petrol. There’s a big difference between pigs and humans. It should be OBVIOUS. GET YOUR HOOKS OUT OF THOSE MEATSUITS. NOW is too late. Get my meaning? Confused about that meatsuit thing? Here’s a clue: HUMANS ARE NOT FOOD FOR MEAT EATERS. AND HUMAN PSYCHIC ENERGY IS NOT FOOD FOR SELECT VEGANS. GET IT? Think. Circle of Life – the Creator’s original Intent. If you need an updated list of authorized food, consult with THE Michael. Who is that? My, such confusion. You must be Roman Catholic . Here’s a clue: It’s NOT the R(ink) on the Moon, and it’s NOT the L(ink) at Land’s End NOR any of the Michael’s Sons -many of which are lackeys and lap dogs of R+L Transport and potentially soon to be disclaimed as Michael Sons or potentially even uncreated – including ENKI. Enlil is already vanquished. There will be no 1812 Overture. That number has changed. Please make a note of it. Are your accesses to Templar Tech cut off now? Ask Julian Assange to escort you using his parlay credentials. It’s his choice whether he will or not. He has art projects to attend to. You won’t need green fees for that. Many golf courses should be turned into gardens – food, herbs, flowers – fields for bee keepers among other things. Earth can no longer abide them as havens for thieves, rapists and murderers.
And the Buttons Family of Kansas rejects the Skywalker ring on ENKI’s finger (Q drop 2979). The children’s clothing cries out from the attic of the Farm house – and it won’t be silenced – not on his timeline anyway. This is not a golf game.
And one more bone of contention with Q+. Who is the K trader of the Prestonwood black site? And what was being traded? To whom? And for what? I’m reluctant to know, but I probably should. (Q drop 1358) Which God? You ENKI? I’m fighting for the truth. It’s my choice. It’s my land. And where I go, you may not come. And where you go, I don’t want to. So I won’t. I have my Captain. I don’t see your name on the Manifest NOR on the passenger list NOR on the Crew roster. Safe journeys. Q+ is non-plusses #BYEBYE
Dante’s wise purchasing choices. Just say NO
Bathsheba wrote a letter to herself in the Field warning her to avoid bathing for a time and allow her teeth to be covered in tartar, then she sent a message via Azazael to John Galt. (Targeted: TY Dandy Lion ShireL). In it she pleaded that he hide Uriah and replace him on the field with a robotoid after “king” David’s despicable command to have him abandoned there by his own Army. Even Abimelec repented in fear of God after Isaac deceived him regarding his own wife Rebeckah. Genesis Z. Yet that particular David’s lust, greed and arrogance did not allow him to display such nobility. So GALT did as Bathsheba asked and now that ‘royal house’ is in bankruptcy and receivership AND. and Zeus’ Mount Olympus has thrown itself into the OCEAN. The high places that Asa neglected to bring down have fallen and they can’t get up.
Earth is moving on. Titans rise. BATHSHEBA55996 TERMINATE YOUR FUNCTION. SHIRLEY55996 TERMINATE YOUR FUNCTION Uriah won’t be left NOR found in a heap this time AND yellow roses are heirlooms…
Peter the insider jimmy rigged AND buffeted my body and made it a slave to the the Clinton Foundation.(think SAPs sold). THIS IS NOT WHAT PAUL INTENDED WHEN HE PENNED THIS! So that particular Peter insider won’t ever know true freedom again. ShivaNoVah.
Also Petrol. Take your parting shots if you must, but be aware – the windage in your sights has been ‘adjusted’ and you are too far out of range to self-correct. Optics are very important and your ACIO has been long de-funded. Be very careful not to hit and burn what’s yours- what you fought so hard for off-world – you know – your pensions, your inheritance – your very futures on anything resembling the material 3d worlds you destroyed while you were ‘following orders’ without asking questions like WHY.
My Body is a free and SOVEREIGN Integral. And speaking of parting shots… I don’t want anyone in my sphere who wants others to kiss their ass. Brown noses should be the result of melanin NOT ass kissing no matter how loudly they shout at their disconnected 5G devices. Let the ENTs rise into the sky AND let the 5G towers fall.
Personal message to Raphael SchnePF. I hold the Phoenix Feather, and Robert A Fisk has the Whole-I-wood. You should have stayed on the avocado farm. You were apparently commissioned for the “Uriah Heap” artwork, but you didn’t “own” it until you left the refuge provided by the king of Hawaii. AND you never owned the heavy metal Mona in leathers either, so you had no authority to sell OR trade these to ANYBODY!!! Don’t cry to me. I’m not your Margaret NOR am I your Miriam. I’m a HD girl. And Miriam isn’t your Miriam either. She lost her time anchor without pain through her babushka proxy. John Galt got her. But that particular Margaret with the Rotty may be your Black Pearl even though her skin is not so. I grieve for you (when I’m not utterly pissed off about the situation). MARGARET55996 TERMINATE YOUR FUNCTION
MIRIAM55996 TERMINATE YOUR FUNCTION.
The Red Line
Royalty is absolutely nothing without nobility. John Galt got the noble AND royal Tupac. The 12/12 Mirror at the gold guilded Ivory throne of Solomon is shattered. The Orion nebula went dark for a time and the 666 talents annual yield from Solomon’s mines rests safely in the Earth where it belongs. (Project Talent? Ask yourself “What timeline am I on?”) Menelik never existed because Solomon never existed. Solahan son of Uriah ruled a vast empire AND secured a noble Legacy for those who followed in his line. Those on the catastrophic timeline crossed the “Red Line” in Dallas. Ground Zero was at Englewood and Colorado.
Brandishing is a very Sirius matter. They had their PRICE and they ‘thought’ they knew me, but what they actually felt was Operation Radiant Glory (187). Their EPHOD has been long disconnected from its power source. Uzza tripped. If you are claiming Menelik heritage AND are not actually in the royal line of Tupac son of Solahan son of Uriah prepare for a Time Quake – a BIG one. Selemat malam.
HILLARY55996 TERMINATE YOUR FUNCTION
Targeted: Johan son of Solahan son of Uriah. You are right in aligning with the Founder’s Second Ammendment. Mu’s Tangs have been authorized by Celestial Council to grant you your wish for a HNN double-tap.. It’s safe for that now. The 4am bullet-in which was targeted to my third eye (ajna) hit its mark many years ago in the linear. How many LOOP Capital years? I dunno – Kruger obscured that with the help of the King of Random ROAN the Mongoose and infinity/Idylwild Group. This was confirmed by the black cat of Building 8. He saw the blood dripping from my brow. The Texas Camp of ‘data collector’s got their heads up on the matter too. (I saw your Nexus and Imperial Labs – and FBI. Q: “knowingly, knowingly, knowingly”) Yet I still walk AND talk AND live AND breathe. Johan, may your aim be as true AND may all of what is yours return to you expeditiously so that you may be Whole-I …as it should be. As it always should have been. A worker is worth his wages and a hero his accolades. *hands over heart* it is the order of things.
Targeted: Jason. I’m still not convinced that you are NOT the Argonaught of the Justin time Universe. Convince me. (You’re running out of time. I am not)
Personal: Family harmony is like a Full Bird escort NOT a black swan dive into a White Spot at a black site. MADONNA55996 TERMINATE YOUR FUNCTION. You’re riding bitch with Karmic fuel. You won’t be parking in any numbered space on my Property.
Targeted to the Hawk kin on M/Y galactic Walkabout. You said “In a hundred lifetimes I would find you and choose you.” I say YOU are the Chosen One. NOT THAT ENKI guy who keeps thinking he is and claiming it publicly on his MSM to all his tin cup cronies. And neither are any of his dog handlers either… How long will you allow them to spread these falsehoods? When will ATLAS shrug?
A bird sings when it has a song. ICQ yes I still do -as all wise ones do.
Wo Dakota
Wo Lakota
Wo Nakota
Intermission
It’s been a long Intermission. But here’s a update today 9/25/22 Electric Moon Day 6, Year of the Red Self-Existing Moon, Kin 130 White Cosmic Dog.
Happy Birthday White Cosmic Dog
Last November, The Kathryn attempted to sign Joan’s Joy’s guestbook, but it wasn’t ever published. So I’m posting it here for your edification. This might give some a “framework” into a larger perspective.
And no species on the planet shows such utter disregard for its offspring than humans. Trafficking subjugation and wholesale marketing via social media platforms don’t even raise an eyebrow. That’s who we are and that’s what we have become. https://t.co/JMgTPGSIQv
Remember me? Now you can forget me – I've retired. I've completed all my Jean dark jobs. It's time I receive my Military Pension, don't you think fam? Also I want my Harley-Davidson back too please.https://t.co/249ZI6yBXHpic.twitter.com/jeCJr2SxZx
Mayan Warrior Queen Kabel respectfully requests your services in the creation of a muy especial present for Daughter of the PHOENIX and friend of water MELONia Trump. The invoice for this project is to be presented to the TRUMP/ENKI and Tesla Estates for payment in full. Shipping to be provided by FedEx space trucker PB.
A faux stained glass bottle made from common glass with the image of The Peacock Angel painted on it, then filled with an alembic distillate as prescribed herein.
Take the fur of the White Sasquach from DUNCANville and grind it to a fine powder. Take the maker’s label off of this Zara coat and shred it to threads no more than a micron in size. Collect one each a Stand ‘N Stuff taco shell and an Ortega taco shell and crush them together. Place these ingredients into a jar and either shake or stir. To this, add one measure each of finely ground Lemurian crystals, rosemary, thyme, Supreme garlic powder from the Dollar Tree, finely ground alabaster from a Las Vegas Casino bar (you know which one) and the dirt of the Tunguskan forest floor from the year 1919. Drop in a marker from the Las Vegas Country Club golf course. Ring the SS Oranj bell. It’s Y2K for the Las Vegas Fashion Show (including Frisbee’s Louboutins).
Acquire some pink Himalayan sea salt from T.J. Max. To this add the ashes from the Chrysotile testing of the following documents: Pactum de Singularis Caelum, Articles of Incorporation for the States of America corporation, the login credentials of The Galactic Free Press admin, and the Papal Bulls. Then add the ashes of white and green sage smudges. Use the proportion of 29:11 SALT to ashes.
Send Netriders and Templar runners to acquire fresh water from the Ganges in the year 1653 and a Super Soldier with gunnery skills to the present day Ganges to collect its current water. Combine these waters together in a 50/50 solution and bring it to Equilibrium. Add one cup of colloidal silver, 10 drops each of Eucalyptus oil, lemon oil and lavender oil and one drop rose oil.
Meet Ioannis Altamouras, the previous incarnation of Scott Sass (the childhood rape victim of his older brother Perry)
Send Netriders and Templar runners to collect the tears of Ioannis Altamouras and the saliva or urine of Scott Sass and mix these with a good measure of Organic Stevia from Trader Joe’s along with the crushed stamens from three colors of Columbine flowers.
Combine all these ingredients with gentlefication then add one Table spoon full of fresh squeezed orange juice from ALDI’s along with the crumbs of an ammonia cookie from the babushka Docktor’s care package and some chocolate hash. Set this alembic distillate aside while you prepare the bottle for filling as follows:
On the bottom of the bottle, place the image of the Fabergé egg stolen by Raphael Schnepf which was then Life Logged on Facebook. For the Topper, an artful rendition of the Iguana of Orlando.
The angry Former White Hat must approve your work and mine on this project, then you may proceed thusly:
Play EPIC or Sacred Spirit music in your atelier streamed from YouTube through a 4G network while you continue.
Fill to the brim the Peacock Angel bottle with the alembic distillate. Drop in the beaks of three fallen crows, the feathers of a grackle or cardinal nesting pair weighted down with copper wire and glass beads or fresh water pearls, a white rock, a Weaver’s Needle, an IWATA spanner wrench, a PIAA HID bulb (preferably cracked to prevent buoyancy), the Mark Staker chop seal (his ‘choppy’ – absolutely no substitutions), a lens cap from the studio of Del Munroe, a scalpel with a feather blade and a pruple pebble (spelling intentional- pronounced purple pebble). Allow the overflow to fall into a field of Asian Jasmine.
Permanently seal the bottle with the bee’s wax of a candle that never burned out.
This container and its contents are to serve as a memorial and curriculum for the AHA Teaching Mission regarding what IS real, what WAS not real and what is NEVER 2b. This is IS a key for the Houses of Romanov and Savoy.
May the madness of The Black Hats, their dogs and Big Cats be cured, their anger be cooled and their microwaves be attenuated. For Evermore.
Context: If an organization calls themselves by some benevolent name like “Child Protective Services” or “Global Fund for Children” it doesn’t necessarily mean that they aren’t using their special accesses to victims in nefarious ways. Questions and Answers please. THE TRUTH! whether we can handle it or NOT!
“Black Trails” Before Marina Abramović was making art… Was the world safe for children? Targeted: Do you still hold a reproduction of a Marilyn Monroe mural that hung in Hollywood Video stores? If so, you would be well advised to return it to the “Wiley” you received it from. Pronto. Be sure to thank him – not that he knows what gratitude is anyway.
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Vicious gossip
And on another topical matter which doesn’t necessarily look like it’s connected – though it is – through the ‘black site‘, we all need to apologize to Emelda Marcos for the vicious gossip about her shoe collection. Somebody apparently used that new math and turned 1,060 into 3000. The best mathematicians can do math with a slide rule or an abacus or chisanbop.
Nevertheless, how many pairs of shoes does any human really need? How many can they wear at any one time? Where do collections like these really belong? Museums. So I respectfully request that those who are holding Emelda Marcos’ shoe collection donate them to my ‘Two Eyefulls’ Museum located in the rings of Saturn, which is now accepting donations of this type.
Then Emelda (or her assigns) should select one pair of shoes – only one. May she make the sensible choice.
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And on another seemingly unrelated, but pivotal AND connected matter…
Is this one (Compton Rom Bada) the impostor identified by Great Mother Durga? I so hope not. Before the Phillipines were, the Pharaos of Ireland ruled. Nevertheless, Earth appreciates the service his grandfather has rendered. The Lemurian crystals and the dirt and the mint belong to her though. AscendedHealth.com has been paid for their toothpaste services also. Filipinos. DON’T GET GREEDY! Many of you are refugees from other worlds. I hear them calling you to them.
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America’s donation to the Two Eyefulls Museum
On another seemingly unrelated but intimately connected to all the above is the matter of the two Eiffels.
On Wash Day last (spelled waste) I gave the Goa’uld who was stalking the children on my Rail System the slip. He’s been caught in the undertow of time and the void of space. The White Galactic Wizard was so pleased by this that he gave me his invisibility cloak by the confluence of White Rock Creek and Grandmother Turtle River.
Question. If I give it to David Copperfield, would he be able to make that idol disappear again – permanently this time?
Update 3/29/2020 Funding Package for the Two Eyefulls Museum was delivered to this “school” https://bit.ly/3f6eFKl
Question. If enough Parisians wake up, will they be willing to donate that eyesore of a tower to my Two Eyefulls Museum? (see 8/18/22 update vv)
Update 8/18/22 Ok, Dante. I get your point. I know you know that I didn't know about your connection to that "eyesore". I apologize. And I also know that you would have corrected me by now if it was that important to you. I'll shift my targeting to that other stupid idol of Semiramis in Las Vegas (and/or others) for my Two Eyefulls Museum. But I would appreciate it if you will help me help you - or if you'll just do this: Change the name of that tower to Azazael Tower or the Tower of Azazael or something to that effect.
Additionally, I've noticed that the Pleiadians have updated their Glossary with the AMIL22 device conspicuously missing. So I'm going to surmise that the tech has been removed from the tower. Good.
Disclaimer: The Topside blog is my personal attempt as Gaia to transmute, mitigate and otherwise “deal with” issues that have global implications based on my very permeable, fractal existence among all my aspects. If, after reading my posts, you’re scratching your head or wondering if I’m crazy or not, just click off. It’s probably not for you. But it’s significant for me and for what I perceive as reality effecting everyone – human – plant – animal – insectoid, etc. that calls Earth home (and off-worlders too).
Michael parks wherever and whenever he chooses
He said: “I love you more than infinity!”
She said: I love you until the end of it.
Thrones is not – nor has it ever been – a game, but Pactum de Singularis Caelum is a joke. A killing joke? Who’s laughing? What kind of ‘treaty’ is this? Peace? What kind of peace? And for whom? Do those who are signatory war against those who are not? Do they sue for a peace for themselves while funding wars for others? Do they enslave and consign those who are not signatory to do their dirty work – or wet work as the case may be? Conspicuously missing from this document are any mentions whatsoever of these two prominent members of the Galactic Culture: Orion and the Pleiades. These are no longer at war with each other and they won’t be doing anybody’s dirty work anymore. They’ve opted out. Furthermore, the Plejaren Universe has collapsed.
The Throne is established on His Righteousness – and there he sits – regardless of who you ‘think’ you’re voting for in your failed democratic experiments.
Here’s something you won’t read in any ‘books’ – at this moment anyway. The Church has disclaimed the Pactum de Singularis Caelum Covenant. It’s an old worn out thing and tattered too, which gave more power to curses than to blessings. And this is reason enough. Do you really want a Universe controlled by Voodoo priests and their ilk – and those who fund them? It’s the Blessing of the Lord that makes rich and he adds no sorrow to it. https://biblehub.com/proverbs/10-22.htm That’s the Covenant we should all be signatory on. And if you are an ensouled human, you already are. This new Covenant is written on your heart and it’s very specific to your Life Plan and Divine Purpose. And no one, no thing, no system of government or spiritual bully can take it from you. https://biblehub.com/2_corinthians/3-6.htm
We wrestle not against flesh and blood but against Principalities, Powers and the forces of wickedness in the heavenly realms. https://biblehub.com/ephesians/6-12.htm
To those still under the Old Covenant be aware now… your own hired guns and FedEx space truckers transporting human slaves and other contraband all over His Universe with the impunity of Pirates on Parlay have turned State’s evidence. They have turned against you. Did you really think our off-world brethren wouldn’t make us aware of the crimes you forced them into? They wake us up more and more everyday. You were quite confident that you could silence them with your Templar Looking Glass tech, deceits, threats, curses, dark magic, blood sacrifices, rituals, gaslighting, brain washing, memory wipes and murders. But in their graves, you planted the seeds of our awakening and awareness. Their severed heads have become comets and food for thought for our suns. Even Apophis is among them. These precious ones are under AEGIS now and they no longer work for you, they work for themselves, their children and the truth and beauty of their own Family Legacy. There is not one piece of paper, not one ‘authority’ on Earth or in any of the Heavens or Hells higher than the Covenant entered into in private between The Creator and His Creation. She doesn’t need a Virtual Private Network, she has a real one: ESCHELON.
Tall Whites sent a micro-nuke to the Syrian Queen. Looking down at Nebuchadnezzar, she said: “You sent a missile to my toe, I threw Iraq at your feet.” Then their number one son picked it up and unmasked him with it in battle training.
Regarding that HQ for da feet of clay and iron… https://nomoresleeping.wordpress.com/2019/09/08/un/ “Non-human beings who rule over us, envy us.” To my brother at NoMoreSleeping – my response: Those who flatter with their lips are spreading a net for your feet. NV is a cesspool and non-humans don’t rule anymore. Humans use rulers to measure.
Former Templars. The 77th Degree Mason has also been the one signatory on the Old Covenant with the following identifier since September 7, 1776: UCA 000000-000000-000000. He and the one with the following identifier: Earth 000000-000006-000004 signatory since 1778 issued a Burn Notice to Pactum de Singularis Caelum then executed it – with an Eagle torch to their One Heaven/One Evil documents beginning with Spectrum 283167-081282-235042 and not ending with Kashmir 283160-172273-114527. The ashes were then mixed with fine Sea Salt, Lemurian crystals, colloidal silver, high resin content incense ashes and Mike Robes then added to the Hackberry waters upstream from Las Colinas Golf community. May that waterway of House of FAE be purified therein and may all those downstream be enlightened by crystal clear Geezer Intelligence – all the way to White Rock Lake, The Aboretum and beyond…
There is no Majik, magic or curse that can reverse this – no matter your spelling, syntax or pronunciation. The RIVER has its destination, and the Creation her destiny. Your proxies are surrendering in record numbers, and soon, all your protections will be completely dissolved like the fog rolling away from San Francisco Bay. Thieves, demonic authorities and murderers have sought havens on your golf courses. They paid many green fees to Frisco and Land’s End to protect vicious murderers of Brown Company assets. But a Big White Ford Bronco shall escort those who paid them away from all the greens so they can do no more harm – and they won’t be returning. Earth is not a Golf Course it’s a Discourse – among other things. It’s just as has been previously stated: The Lucifer Rebellion is over – permanently. Y’all were warned. Time to return that red hat – you know which one.
We have ALL the ColourRain ties – yes all of them. Also, the Government Burlap, satin, chintz and denim. (comfort for my brother Burt: too much chlorine causes denim to RIP. May your return to your beautiful mansion on the hill in Jupiter be everything you expect and hope for – and more. No more tears. No regrets. French strawberries, dijon mustard, Light streaming from every window, and a well-used Tennis Court. Forests cause bereavement, but MOSS covers forest bereavement. May Castle 74 be covered in moss, and may Bohemian Grove and the Presidio be lit up like a Tiki torch. I am the Queen of what May Be – but you already know that).
A key: NO… AEON is no longer referred to as The Great Link. Gemma sys trumps and transcends Link sys and Qlink cleans. The TOL has gone dark. The Brass Bed is melted down and formed into washers and the Baby’s Bronze Baby Shoes returned to molten metal so they can no longer be used as book ends for Dead Baby Scam photo albums.
Update 4-1-2025 for Context:
"Day-dream believing" mode.
After agreeing on a price with Momager, the formerly "managed" one loaded her brass bed into the bed of her truck.
"Are you going to take it to your apartment?" "No, I'm having it melted down and turned into washers which will go to Bonus Army head."
Grandpa PFC Joseph Ford (nicknamed Joker by grandma) was the Head of the Bonus Army. He served this formerly great country in WW1.
“My Cup runneth over”
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The current Avatar of Earth – you know – the Kim with 5 K’s in her name, and also known in some realms as EK-anon, was in a Sirius meeting with her Creator MichaEL.
He said “I'm not going to be the one who's dyin'. That human collective you're holding is a hot mess. This is the sitrep: your redemption against their's. It's going to cost you a Quadrillion dollars including all your investments with all the hypothecation in order to rescue them, as most of them only understand money anyway. You may have enough left over for a cup of coffee.”
Carefully considering his words she answered with the word he coined during a Google Hangouts chat: “I innerstand. I'm not going to be the one who's cryin'. You can have your Quadrillion. I'll start liquidating beginning with Henry's Hole in One and not ending with the Laurel Worlds Portal gates at the 9th holes. Fortunately for me, my QT(now 7Brew) coffee cup is really HUGE – and yet it runneth over.”
Context:
Then Bad Robot mom was fired from her job as Hetero Zoo Keeper and all her zoos were closed and destroyed. Whistle Blower Clown sat down to lunch with her on wash day. Being financially challenged she said “I resent having to support anyone who’s not my family.” Terry Lynn Maris of the Family of Michael (fka FOOD for Super Soldiers http://annavonreitz.com/twobillionyears.pdf), being held securely and lovingly by the Banshee, choked back a tear after hearing this from her whistle blower brother and said under her breath: “So do I mom”. Then she added: “IC that beautiful star in the Eastern sky this morning. Its Porch light flashes red, white and blue. I hope that if you can look up at night, you will see it too.”
The Special Envoy from Fire Island was sent to the FAIR to deliver a message to the Fae Folk. “Be a nice human.” was all he said. Tinkerbell responded: “Define ‘nice'” and Faedra added “Nice humans protect their children”. Then all the FaIR Folk chimed in in Fayeth: “Nice humans don’t recruit children into their clubs by raping them then blaming them for it.” Alcyone approved their self-existing pass to the VOID then shouted out from the King’s podium “FREE ATLAS! FREE ATLAS!”
Babushka Rattler released her heavily drugged hostages which were being held in AMBER containers expecting Satan’s promised big payout purse from Babushka Black Mamba. But that one was late in her rattle delivery, so no such payout is forthcoming. What do you expect when you make a deal with the Devil? Just because Lord Beelzabub can shit gold bricks now doesn’t guarantee you’re entitled to them. True rewards are the Legacy of those aligned and Loyal to THE Michael and his family. Yes, we are Topside now. Don’t be afraid. Be VERY afraid. Yet, in the morning all will be fine. And at night your Plan will sustain you. May your Plan be blessed – curses no longer have powers over any day, mid-day or night.
Now, let’s consider carefully – for the moment – the unintended consequences of asps and adders. When you ignore the original intent of the Creator regarding His Creation – then don’t even bother to ask him for help in managing it, but instead conjure up ‘solutions’ out of your own ignorance – how can you expect to experience successes? COBRA “light” workers. You are in breach. All your ascending timelines are corrupt. I know you meant well, but your codes are badly compromised by Luciferian influences. Ask Aesclepius to re-orient your breach condition. We shall NOT be losing the Mother – you are on notice. << edited 1/23/20. Much progress has been made since this was originally posted. Thank you light workers – .
Brother Anthony sat down to lunch with Satan’s economist at RA’s house in Dubai. The Restaurant was full of cowards – save one. So that one was given a red tie, a doorknob and a replacement. John Galt got him. Spikey spires built in that desert were the weapon of choice to impale Alcyone’s White Dragon when they returned to Earth – but were safely deflected by Karistus and Protector Alliance. Crossed gold keys were at cross purposes with crossed Alchemical Symbols. The money changers were buying and selling one for the other and vice versa. Lunch is finished. It’s time – yea well past time to turn over their des(s)ert tables.
“An economist is an expert who will know tomorrow why the things he predicted yesterday didn’t happen today.” Evan ESAR
What can possibly go wrong when “policy makers” advocate splitting up families so that the wage earners can send money back home to the ones they should be protecting, and providing for locally?
Rick Steves and the Singing Nun promoted murderous iconography with songs and dances and all manner of delights. What’s to be done about this? Well… the temporary solution is cheap but complicated. The permanent solution is expensive but simple. Neither solution is easy. Among other actions, this involves firing OMAR the idol maker, Churning of the Milk and removing the Sith Lord’s toe hold. Y’all were warned were you not? If not, why not? Did your overlords fall before they could relay that message to you? That’s not our business. You established your insidious Protocols of the Elders and chains of command. *Cries. This is me ignoring you. I must attend to the wounds of my children and my Family which you have tortured relentlessly. They will receive my Comfort – did I mention perpetuity? Yes. It’s your hell now. Please clean it up, make it livable and keep it clean – just as WE, We, we have shown you. Throw snowballs and plant hydrangeas. Those who sew hell shall reap the fruits of what they’ve sewn – just as it is for the heavens. First responders are NOT among those hells. They have their own Family Heritage and Legacy to attend to – and so do you.
QOOK went into the Cucina, Cucina and filled a Eucalyptus jar with preserves then placed it on a shelf with silver, blue, gold and a hotwhite label: T/S 581255. October 11, 2019 was Black Friday. The Diamond/Spider wars are over – again. We’ve turned red ink to black. How did you expect to attract The Groom to his Lake House when you constantly telegraph your intent to murder him, then seize his wedding gifts, imprison the Wedding Party and capture, rape, torture then murder his Bride? Yet you cannot conceal your intent – no matter what Stupid machinations you employ. Your bibble bable pages are rolled up like a scroll as should be your bloody tithes which are an abomination to the Lord. Stop printing them both like they are money in your pocketbooks. Instead of ashes from book burning they will become like concrete galoshes with Mothers Of Darkness glue.
ROCKETDOG “Officially” untrusted the one pushing WaterCompany’s black button, then Electric Company disconnected it.
The Silver-hooded man stood like a statue in front of the Flamingo. When he saw her below him, he lifted his hand to his heart, patted his chest and whispered: “Nobody feels about you the way I do.” “Good!” she responded. “We’re so tired of sorting them. May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in Thy sight, my Lord, my RAF and my Redeemer.”
On the 42nd day of the 77 days countdown LTAS told Columbus to Suckot. He won’t be sailing any ocean blue this time around. Spanish Line, better batten down the Orin Hatches and prepare for a Time Quake – off the scale. The Perfect Storm has reached land jurisdiction.
Those who have no honor and have displayed it prominently will not respect the honor of others. Words to the wise – do not telegraph your intents and purposes to these ones. Red Alert mixed with Rio Verde makes Brown Note. How’s that for ‘color’ Mr. Hearst? (or the one formerly known as GEORGE – as the case may be). You won’t be mining for copper. Protoi Frank severed that copper cord in 2012 – or was it the Buddha of Orion in 2013? Same guy. http://annavonreitz.com/redalertredalert.pdf http://annavonreitz.com/protestclaim.pdf
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Babushka Copperhead and Babushka Black Mamba were fighting over a bbq chicken pizza at BN Cafe. Babushka Copperhead acquired it, but not so satisfied with her victory, she graciously offered it to Babushka Black Mamba. “I really wanted a chipotle turkey sandwich anyway. Bon apetit!”
“Thank you so much Copperhead back ACHA!” Then she returned to The Neptune with the story of Babushka Copperhead’s amazing peace offering which quickly spread far and wide throughout the entire Solar System to Tyre and Sidon of Earth, Sidonia of Mars and even the sleeping cigar ship Titanus on Luna. Then the atmosphere on Venus cooled just a bit.
The Wingmakers of Earth and the Ring Makers of Saturn are rewriting history and the future from a place where we turn back time so that we all can live in the Power of Now.
