He said He would come with the clouds. He didn’t mention the Silver Line at the time, or the rail spikes, or the Phoenix Feather, or the Big Hawk Feather, or the ANKERs, or the AMBER alerts, or the TicTacs, or the Healing Tea Tree, or the Capacitors, or the personal alarms, or all the circuitry that connects these things – and more. I’m glad he kept these to Himself – until now (read all the way to the bottom of this post please).
In Dream Space this morning, Ophiuchus Day 3, a Big Fish offered me $1,000,000 for this bottle of tea tree oil.
Day 3 of Ophiuchus 2021
I responded thusly:
As long as you >>innerstand<< that you only get this bottle of oil for that. The TREEE is not for sale.
And that’s still a bargain… even at twice the price. See how fast my fat lip is healing with its application? Imagine what it can do for you.
And there’s more where that came from. But had I known you had a use for it, I would have offered it to you for free.
As I did for another on Day 2 of Ophiuchus.
Someone from the peanut gallery is eating a Snickers bar and wondering how I got a fat lip.
Good question. I was looking at two rearview mirrors across the street on Hillcrest the other day while crossing Bert. My feet said “Hey, stop. Look here instead.” faceplant.
No need for a HAZMAT team, though I did leave some lip skin on the street there. I don’t have any communicable diseases, but this proves I have skin in the game. That’s all you get, peanut gallery – don’t you dare ask for NOR expect more. Enjoy your Snickers bars, they are yummy.
Also, I won’t need a Dentist this week either. None of my teeth were loosened when I kissed the ground.
Welcome to my Dream.
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Only ONE Gabriel, Mormons. He’s a Russian biker, and his name IS NOT Herold.
Rosalie Little Thunder. You are aptly named. So little thunder.
I've been working on an intricate elucidation of a Time Dilation Operation involving HPB and HPB for Topside. But this problem needs to take immediate priority - yet it is related. I'll probably incorporate this issue into the next post. In the meantime, Half Priced Books - please do as you signaled to me yesterday. You paid ME for storage for a change. Do your job. Store those deeply discounted books and DON'T market them. I saw your not-a-medicine-wheel pendant. Symbols don't hold power. WE, We, we do.
“The Lakota ways is that the meaningful things, the things from the heart, the things that are going to make a difference, are the things that are going to cost us. In terms of energy, in terms of our resources, we have to keep our thinking very pure of the things that corrupt us, as I mentioned – the comfort and wealth and convenience, the impulsive things, that’s the one lesson I learned from my grandparents and my parents is that the fun things, the things that feel good are probably the things you shouldn’t be doing.” Rosalie Little Thunder
I stopped you right there. Lakota. The only voice among your tribe I want to hear from about moving forward is Russel Means.
Do you feel good when you imbibe in the colors of a sunrise or those in the rainbow on Čhaŋnúŋpa? Do you find fun playing with your children or your animals?
Does fresh water and abundant food feel good in your belly? Are you amused when you watch a squirrel move a horse-apple up the banks of a creek as I have, or watch them bury nuts for the future? I am.
You don’t know Nature the way you think you do. Earth is a playful place and wants only abundance, comfort, safety and convenience for her occupants – those who are welcome. Don’t hold onto the memes encoded into your DNA through past victimization which prevent you from enjoying the life you were given.
The meaning of life is to live it. The purpose of life is to live it well.
Yes. You don’t make a claim on The Creator’s Creation in an effort to take it away from Him. This is just not done! Robert The Michael is the Sovereign and High King – NOT you!
THIS IS NOT A CLAIM GAME!
"Ways to do things in an emergency event…" He said "You will know them by their works." She said "You will know them by their stone fruits." They said "You will know them by their friends."
Your Navy SEAL Team friend’s favorite picture is of himself with the Bore Hunter in AFGHANistan – you mean that artificially made up country whose opium production was protected with your tax dollars (the stone of afghans)? I make coverings for my bed (Proverbs 31:22). They are called afghans. Sometimes they’re knitted and sometimes they’re crocheted. Soon, I hope to add quilting to my repertoire. I have two sewing machines: a Brother which isn’t heavy though its old and a Janome which is of good quality though it was cheap. I picked the Janome up for $88 in Las Vegas then “upgraded” it with the label from a spool of Singer brand thread. Will I can get my Singer machine back? I wonder. These all need a room in a house, which they will get, but I’m not adding your sewing machines to it.
Wow, this afghan thing really clears things up for me. Super clarity is a super-power, and it’s impossible to attain true Wisdom without it. You can’t “know” your way into it and you can’t translate your pol(i, y, ee) ways and means into it. Moreover you SHALL NOT hunt bores to make your way in to anything (as in boring carbon footprints running through Texas woods for the hunter’s entertainment – chain knees? Lunar and Crystal energies are unchained now).
a luz da verdade é sua própria recompensa lux veritatis merces sua est la lumo de la vero estas sia propra rekompenco
Even false light can be considered “wisdom”, Uncle Kenny. Just ask Lucifer.
Best comment of the day regarding cutting down trees in Kentucky: White Snake 6 hours ago “Well when you get the chance and possibly a little extra cash. Just replant some saplings. It’s not the end of the world, it seems doomy but the asteroid hasn’t come yet. 😂”
and runner-up:
Dante’s Guide 6 hours ago “You gotta do what you gotta do. Rest in the fact that you were mindful in this endeavor.”
Uncle Kenny. You lost me at the bore hunter thing. I wasn’t interested in hearing another word from your lips – as it is to this day. The eyes are the windows to the soul and the ears are the doors. I’ve unsubscribed with all of my accounts, and after the eclipse this week, I’m unfriending AND blocking you on DARPA/Facebook/META.
Kruger answers to The Michael’s Triumvirate now. Need I say more on this? Probably not.
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Furthermore, there won’t be a GOG vs MAGOG cat fight. I AM BEAR CLAN, and I hold Wolf Spirit. Your asteroid’s targeting system was trained on the Golden Gate Bridge. But in 2014 in the linear, The Admiral and Celesta agreed to change it. Now you are targeted for my Moon. When you come for it in 2029, I’ll already be gone. I’m returning to the Time before the Moon (naysayers – yes there was such a time before the Death Star). Flat rocks skip, Round Rocks drop. Moreover, you won’t be dancing with me at The Plaza of the Americas. But I left a medicine wheel there for you. If you’re lucky, maybe the Daughter of the Phoenix you seek will be found there in the light of a rainbow.
In a not unrelated matter… for those who are looking to the prophesies of Crazy Horse, don’t bother. That catastrophic AND ARTIFICIAL timeline has completely collapsed along with the traitor Red Cloud and NOWATER, son of the mother of Constantine. All that remains is a the severed head of NOWATER/FlintFire’s mother of darkness aka the Maitre Queen. It’s in a secure box about 20km outside of Berlin – and it WON’T be regenerating.
Kissing-her’s proxy Gary James Stump aka Crazy Horse did his master’s bidding in Oregon, and now its time for that “master” to pay the Piper. Say hello to my little friend Kokopele, Henry. Don’t believe me that Stumpy was the current incarnation of Crazy Horse? Ask the Lakota shirts who met him on the road to Sturgis – near Deadwood. He was riding a purple Harley-Davidson Heritage – or was it a 100th anniversary CVO? I don’t remember. I wasn’t invited on that ride. But this I know: Leonard Peltier is/was a decoy – nothing more.
The original timeline was called Thunder Horse NOT Crazy Horse. But even that one is in question now because the Lakota have been compromised to such a degree through the victimization of rape and murder that – well that’s a subject for another day – or maybe it won’t ever need to be discussed again. I’ve laid my beaded Wachihi Corona at the feet of the High King. And that may be the end of the matter. For Evermore. Where is The High King – Robert the The Michael – today, I wonder. Kiev? Blue Rosebud and Yellow Thunder may never meet.
Gramps added this: “All profits… donated to the… and to NAMBLA.“
Time for a decode and a Core Sample BENri & kissingGERry. Your hazelnut IC is mine now. And I’m coming for the entire ice cream social network you hold. Be very afraid. Some satire contains triggers. I’m triggered. PIN 1619. (Targeted: P.S. I love you.)
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The consequences of attempting to usurp the authority of a Sovereign are very severe. Do I want that for you, Uncle Kenny? Of course not. You have served the Planet and the surface population in many wonderful ways. And Divine Grace is available for those who do this.
Nevertheless, we cannot risk the possibility of this ever happening again. It’s unanimous.
Are you familiar with what MK Ultra Omega programming does? Yes, I know that you do. You even shared one such story in one of your videos. Yet, you continue to display the trigger symbol behind your rhythmic shoulder – EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW THE DESTRUCTION AND PAIN IT CAUSES TO MK ULTRA VICTIMS and their families – those who have not transmuted their programming!!
Alpha and Omega deities are irrelevant now as Pactum de Singularis Caelum has been neutered to such a significant level that Greek wizardry(read the Magician card, Wakan) is no longer verile – neither is it welcome by The Planet NOR her Creator. This includes the parking space held by Epsilon Bootes. Parking space 52 isn’t big enough for Michael’s Fleet, indeed none of the 5* parking spaces in existence is large enough to contain even a small contingent of same. Humanity won at Ragnarok. There’s only ONE God now. Those who are native to this Planet call Him the Prime Creator. They only want HIS seed with them.
Gravity displacement was the invention of Sennacherib NOT Archimedes!
They said “Beware of Greeks bearing gifts”. He said “If your DNA accepts the upgrade code attachment then you are through” 3/28/17 6:32PM She said “The date palm is a very effective gravity displacement device is it not? Greeks have been known to bear all manner of gifts – some theirs and others – not so.” 3/28/16 8:48 PM (this convo referring to Nineva and Sennacherib https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sennacherib dig.)
I share Dr. Stephanie’s sentiment about Sennacherib, but I’m not an initiator – as he knows.
Oh, and one more thing (as Columbo would say). Mother Nature is multi-dimensional – even in her fashion choices. Sometimes she prefers biker leathers and Jean’s(https://joansjoy.org/) over a hemp skirt or a gown of any color. And sometimes she shaves and wears biker boots over her muddy feat. Yes, biker boots and leathers. And always she prefers a cigar or a cigarette to a Spike Lee joint. So there. You don’t know her like you think you do, nor will you. But somebody does – and that one will, and has.
Cherokee Timeline Engineering and Gaia on COBRA many years ago in the linear: “Terminus on the META.”
Here’s what else happened many years ago in the linear: Apophas’s offices closed (you know, those Uranium One offices which were mining and transporting Earth’s heart tissue to the surface to be burned). Time to fill Apophas’s coffers now. I saw your Uranium grails. You chose poorly.
The Planet is grateful that she got a do-over. We’re all here helping her avoid the catastrophic future we’ve returned from. Now we’re heading back to the Good ‘ol Days.
Your fate is in the hands of Dante Santori. Resistance is futile AND unwise as he holds many blessings for you in both hands – not the least of which is your youth, your wealth and your bride – a cherished Daughter of the Phoenix. Be content with those – or not. Please keep your “good stuff” in your pants until then. You don’t want to scatter your seed to land NOR water where it isn’t welcome. I do hope you choose NOT to be a Karma Cameleon super-villian masquerading as a Sovereign on the land of the free. But this is no longer my concern. I’m standing with the Home of the Brave.
You have your own world in Max’s Eschelon. It appears to be round like Earth, but it’s not. Regardless – you should be happy there. For Evermore.
Friday the 13, 2029 is lucky now. You’ve lost your keyholes, Apophis. (To Bi? really? The Moh’s scale of selenite has not escaped the notice of kin 29)
Thank you Cornerstone for opening all the right doors for me. Back ACHA.
First a little “history”. In about 2003-2004 I had the privilege of working with a group called FLO – Free Land Ops. I don’t need to go into all of that here, but suffice it to say that it was all about those three words: free, land, OPS.
I’ve been reluctant to reference Andrew Anglin’s material in any of my TopSide posts, because even to me his views are a bit radical. For example… the way he expresses his views about most women are a bit over the top, though I do empathize with his views and wonder what abuses he took from b*tches that so firmly established them.
Nevertheless, this article sums up exactly the way I view this Buttigieg guy’s Slave Land Ops. Gird up your loins and read it.
Appointee Buttigieg isn’t missing in action. He’s – uh, let’s say actionable. He doesn’t care if he loses his job – which he will, he doesn’t even care if he doesn’t get paid – which he won’t. He’s an “Operator” for the Nebadon World Order. He’s in an etheric place to stop the FLO of milk by pretending to breast feed with fake BOOBs. THAT’s what all this is about – not your frickin’ Christmas, Americans. It’s about the future of the children. It’s about the future – and past – of The Rail System.
"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." THE BRIDE GETS TO DECIDE
So, here’s what’s happening: I am giving that office, all it’s authorities and all it’s BOOBy-traps to one more competent, until he sees fit to hand it over to The High King – which he will. He’s nobody’s Secretary. нет. No. He’s a Florentine Merchant, and one of my Ex’s. We parted on the most favorable terms in all of history.
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Americans. Please stop worrying about your Christmas this year. Get creative! whether those containers get offloaded or not. Make your gifts, cook together, take your masks off and enjoy each other’s company. Be grateful for what you have and stop expecting flows of milk from kidnappers of children. Adjust your thoughts now, or you’ll likely find yourselves with the same fate as them. See this situation for what it actually is: a hostage situation, and DO something about it.
I can almost smell those lilacs.
Kin 49: Red Planetary Moon I perfect in order to purify Producing flow I seal the process of universal water With the planetary tone of manifestation I am guided by the power of navigation
Beige ORI. Red plus Green makes Brown Note.
Update for 10-20-21: I was asked to pause this post for a time “or else”. Uh, well, no. Here’s my response. Did you notice that the Tesseract has been replaced? Yes.
Hat colors like shirt colors are a choice. I sat in my tiny condo (which I’m grateful for btw) on a 5 year old $300 ASUS laptop (also grateful for that) thinking about what I would have done had I been one of those lucky ones who got “too many” comps.
This is my thinking process – a thought experiment:
A huge financial institution has just allowed an exploit into their otherwise benevolent and beneficial system.
I’m in the right place at the right time.
As I always do, I would “pay it forward”, because there are others – in my own sphere – who have zero comps, and this causes an imbalance for me resulting in my current non-optimal living/office conditions. Everything and everyone is connected. Mitakuye Oyasin https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mitakuye_Oyasin
I’m keeping the comps, passing many of them along to those who need them, then re-investing the remainder for future gain.
End of thought experiment.
I once paid for a used Roadmaster bicycle with money from a wallet I had found on my walkabout. I paid more than she wanted for it because I also gave her one of the first paper hearts I had ever folded origami style, delivered in a gossamer bag. Her name was Jennay(sp?), and she had a PIT Bull which created an instant and persistent heart connection between us. But that bicycle was important to me at the time and so was my walkabout, which on that day was a visit to deliver a medicine wheel to St. Michael the Archangel Roman Catholic church in the LaPRADA area of Dallas. All of this happened because I had kept money I found in a $ETH BOT-kin wallet and didn’t return it. There are other components to this story, but that stuff is too “gray hat” for this discussion.
After I had put the bicycle on the bus that I was taking home, she sent me a text thanking me for the paper heart. I said “you’re welcome” and mentioned that I would love to see her again – which I still do.
ONLY The Hatter gets to decide what color my hats are – and I get to decide what color my shirts are.
Mr. COMP. I invested seven years of my time in Las Vegas, NV which was eight years too many. Allotta comps were paid out to whales from allotta casinos during that time. Are you a gambler? You have gambled with the IRS which is an illegal entity. If you are more aligned with Casino culture, then you should probably be closer to them at their headquarters in the Rings of Saturn. We don’t do sh*t like that here on Earth.
“I’m sorry, i’m sorry, sorry” is what I hear, and my heart goes out to you, but The Auditor said it’s too late. Sorry. Hoʻoponopono
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Update for clarity
*tears. I'm getting some feedback: "Grandma, you're being too harsh!"
How do you know that, young one? How do you know that the Rings of Saturn aren't an absolutely amazing place where Mr. COMP wouldn't feel more comfortable?
Furthermore as a human I can legitimately add this perspective. Now pay attention children. We all make slips of the tongue and we say things we later regret. It's part of the human experience. But we can easily avoid foolishness like this by asking regularly for higher guidance.
What you accept to be true for YOU at CORE level will eventually bubble up through your words – online and offline. Watch over your heart with all diligence, for from it flow the springs of life.
Mickey Mouse Mafia. I’m taking a big risk here, please don’t disappoint me.
Your well-known alignment with Big Pharma is legendary. If God gave you a cure for cancer – or AMD for example, you have already signaled that you would unequivocally do everything in your power to profit as much as you could with it, without regard to >>actual<< healing. It’s been just about money for you. This is why you have been prevented from receiving gifts like that from Him. Gifts from God are FREE to those whom He has chosen to receive them. Do you think He is pleased with your middle-man parasitism? HE IS NOT!
Nevertheless, there is one – and probably more – amongst your midst who needs a cure for AMD. That cure has been given to one more suitable, one who in spite of attacks by your Big Pharma bullies is faithful in delivering His cure to many in your own neighborhood. And it’s time you PAY him for his good work on your behalf, because you couldn’t or WOULDN’T do it in the way prescribed by your Creator.
Medicine Wheel in progress
I’ve put my prayer bones to the ground – head covered – for you and for that one who needs a cure. And this is my prayer:
I pray that by the time you get the message I’m sending through Gramps, that the cure is still available for her.
I pray that you will call off your Big Pharma Legal Eagle-eyed bullies, so that the one who is providing the cure (John Nicholes) can continue to bless others and do his work – and be PAID for it.
I pray that the Oceans can be restored to health so that they can continue to provide abundant healing modalities like this one. Remember the 4ocean birthday present? Tomorrow is my birthday again – kin 29 Red Electric Moon.
I pray that y’all can come to a point of contrition over your greed and worship of filthy lucre and begin to place your priorities on TRUE wealth and TRUE health moving forward. Was that visit to Graceland profitable?
I pray that you stop attacking me because of my Medicine Wheels.
I’ve washed my hair in Rain water and I’ve washed my hair in Soda Lakes. I can rinse and repeat as many times as is necessary to remove the grimes from your greed over me. Get Kraken.
I am Lakota Medicine Chief Spirit Who Flies in the Wind. Just as I said.
"The union protects and improves Members' wages(1) and (2)conditions."
Ok, that’s all I need to know – as I am not, nor have I ever been a micro-manager, NOR shall I ever be one. The CFMEU union protects and improves Member’s wages first. Why are you protesting? Has your Union not put your benefits of membership in the proper sequence? I’m confused, please enlighten me. Furthermore, it seems to me that your working conditions have been adequately protected by your union until outside forces made inroads to the contrary. Is this your “boss’s” fault? I dunno. I’m not convinced, and you didn’t allow him to speak, so I still don’t know. But, I don’t really want to be convinced. He appears to be doing his job to the best of his ability. He came outside his protection with an Omega phone – something like a cheerleader. So you want a whipping post? Whip yourselves. You’ve allowed this scourge of tyranny into your land. YOU. You are responsible – individually and collectively.
If these union members will stand down against the John boss and listen to what he has to say… ALL OF THEM, then I will pull some AU$ out of my wallet (or my PRADA clutch purse – depending on which is the most expedient) and refund their Union Dues. All or nothing. If they accept, then they are free, but if they accept and get paid, and then create, align or join another union, the money I paid to get them free must be returned to me with interest. Then – and this is the worst part – I’m turning my back on them, and they must be removed to offworld locations where they can be better served.
Speaking to you from Heir’s Rock, are you listening? May all things be known as the light of Mutual Love.
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Bear Spray (bears pray) Thank you Ruger!
UPDATE (some time later today): I hold ALL the Bear Spray now. If you use it in ways contrary to my wishes (Aussie police, Satan’s love children), there’ll be a BACK ACHA response. You have been warned. Thank you Ruger. I’ve always been a fan of your plinking .22’s – so accurate, so lightweight in my hand – and fun too.
Furthermore… you “bulls” who speak so freely about Bear blood, be aware – the Planet you depend on, along with all who live on her are members of BEAR CLAN. Do your research! Then tread lightly on Her. Be careful with your words, bulls.
Targetted: Mr. I AM PAY. We replaced pig latin with Dog Latin for your sake. Don’t make us regret that. Just because I saved your skin doesn’t mean I want to give you MINE!
You don’t come onto MY LAND and tell me how to be a Plant – or a weed. I’m not rolling in the grass (spelled WIINGUSHK), or taking an adult swim with anyone but the one I’m destined for. He’s not a whore – he’s a whore net. He also a Cleaner Boss. I paid that cleaner some years ago with staples.
No human agency has ANY claim on me/mine or him/his now. Your so-called “God” is dead. Capiche? He died when The Church was disclaimed from Pactum de Singularis Caelum, and Pactum de Singularis Caelum was disclaimed by the church.
SIGINT. You can stop sending signals through that McPee guy please - also his twin brother PAR McPee. You already know how I feel about golf - which from my perspective is nothing more than conquering holes. This is me ignoring both of them. Thank you.
Mr. McPEE. I’m not impressed by any of your cars. My pens are more weildy and my air crafts are more powerful. And Holly Wattle’s husband lost it all at the Water Loo. Hollyweird is so done.
Furthermore, iguanas belong in their natural habitat – NOT in tanks.
Hard core diamond hands. Don’t come into my House and dick-tat to ME how I am to serve YOU in MY House. I threw you out once before for doing that. I’ll only do it once more, then you won’t be returning to it.
Your tenuous situation is becoming moreso by the minute, but I have a solution for you. Gramps has generously offered to pay out of his VANGUARD fund reimbursements for all your rents, mortgage payments (principle and interest), improvements and utilities. He’s such a good guy. You have missed out on so much by refusing to get to know him. He was your S.O.S. (Source of Sources). Buildings K,L and M on the west side of Midway belong to him.
You must leave your keys where I can find them when you leave (and you will leave), because I’d like to live like you do for a while – you know, with laundry facilities that work, a refrigerator that works and makes ICE, an oven that works, and a bathroom that doesn’t make me depressed every time I walk into it.
Additionally, there’s one more critical condition with this offer. You MUST place that yellow and black VAN’s hat at the feet of the Hatter. This is NOT optional. HE has proof of stake – and you do NOT.
The NOT gate
Asset Management is for BEE KEEPERS not shoe makers, and certainly not ZU or Zoo Keepers.
In this Super Cycle (yes, it’s a new Super Cycle) Friday the 13th is lucky and Wednesday the 13th is NOT. Don’t ever threaten my Japanese fans again! I mean it. We’ve jumped over Halloween and gone straight to Thanksgiving.
Please change your name to IAMPAID, or Cleaning will go to the next level beginning with parking space 50.
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Update 2-5-2024
Parking space 50 has been in cleaning – thank you so much Protector Alliance. I’ve picked up dog shit, trash and another thing there. Hopefully I won’t have to do anything with the Kind melt ice.
Three Fancy older Women in a Navigator SUV
You know it's been said the much can be learned from your dreams. I know this experientially.
Once in a blue moon – and every day, you can see clearly – if you keep your windows clean
Many times throughout the last 7 years, I’ve shared busses with other workers commuting to work on my Rail System. Interaction with them and the DART drivers has given me an education which I had deprived myself of previously, because I confined myself to my cars for too long. I’m very grateful to every one of them – including the smelly ones, the snotty ones, the loud and abusive ones, and the scary ones.
Yesterday, at the end of a very long day, I followed one of these into my Dollar Tree. She signaled that she was ready to move on to a better job, as she had her travel gear with her. So today I’m reminiscing about my interactions with her while we were riding busses together.
He said: “Keep your windows clean.” Then he sent me many window washers and window repair technicians. This one was a washer. She carried her bucket with cleaning tools on the bus with her to the job sites. I wondered about those job sites, who she served and how well she performed. I also thought it was an odd job for such a beautiful woman of such slight build – but we all have our own cross to carry.
I was always glad to see her, as she radiated a deep reverence for God everywhere she carried that bucket. One day though, in a conversation with the bus driver, I had to chime in to correct her on a critical item they were discussing. It was many years ago, and I don’t recall the precise conversation verbatim, but suffice it to say that they both needed to be reminded that the Creation is NOT greater than the Creator. ‘Nuf said.
So now, at the Dollar Tree we met again. We didn’t exchange words verbally, but the mutual love was palpable. She was moving on and saying her “farewells” and I was offering her my “fare thee wells $4x”. She and I were the only ones in the store without a mask.
Department of Transportation. Those who have served my Rail System well who have their bags packed and ready to move up the ladder, yet have had their wages withheld because they refuse to pay income taxes MUST now begin to receive their back-pay along with shift differential and hazard pay, if those are due to them. Additionally, those who want to retire must receive their retirement benefits whether they are of “retirement” age or not. Get crackin’ on that please. It’s not a request – it’s a demand (respectfully). A worker is worth his/her wages. (bibble babble context, verse 4 ONLY as Kol Nidre is abominable to the Creator.)
Buffalo burger, with fresh picked purslane, cheddar, onions, pickles and tomatoes. Yum, Yum!
SunTzu: Do not interfere with an army that is returning home...
...they may be bringing food and drink for a holiday feast. (comment mine)
Thank you Buffalo Soldiers. Welcome home.
Love, White Buffalo Calf Woman, a white squaw
Semper Fi, Semper Paratus. Army? Navy? Airforce? Spaceforce?
Oh, by the way… Dr. Nicole Apelian. Thank you for the inspiration. I picked up this purslane on the streets and byways close to my house today on your recommendation. I collected such an abundant harvest, that I intend to take some of it and plant it in my garden in Portugal. My neighbors already think I’m crazy, so what’s one more reason for them to chit chat about that? If they dare come into my new garden to kill my “weeds” though, they may find themselves excluded from my Table – so there.
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