G of Maxwell House. You call me a friend though you are my enemy. I am not your enemy, but I’m not your friend. EK-anon has never been a terribly fierce enemy anyway – but she’s a FIERCELY loyal friend – to GRAMPS. He’s the Glen.
And I have more to say about this and your “TerraMar” AsTRO-CITY, but the fullness of the nets hasn’t come in yet. The Fishers of men cannot be stopped by you NOR by any crossfire-hurricane you can puff, puff pass.
Suffice it to say that we have your Little St. James Rink in bonds and chains. The McGuffin is NOT the Rheingold, it’s the Red Hella Hat. And PIAA is NOT za dora.
THE BOND is exercised on behalf of GM Durga’s IA-us hat. So there.
Hatter’s hat field
Targettted: Nebadon World Order is in deletion intensive. I AM Celesta – the first AND last Finaliter.
Targetted: UN. My view of you is so stained. And It’s not sustainable.
Targeted: If you breathe with the wrong MAXwell, you’re NOT so well. Earth is not a digital games platform, and she’s absolutely NOT your country to sell off pieces of.
Personal: Branscombe Richmond. I am so grieved as I write this. Just know that in this moment. But here’s the takeaway – one biker friend to another. There are times when neutrality is a good thing. There are times when neutrality is not a good thing – and that’s because at some point… it’s not enough.
*tears in rain on the Oregon Trail. I AM Spirit who flies in the Wind.
Purslane is a superfood – and yummy sauteed lightly with olive oil and Elote seasoning.
Purse Lane is an alley between Rolling VuSe and Pleiadian Meadows. The TRUE Earthborn are there, they charge solar panels on sunny days and all types of VOLTs the rest of the time. They grow flowering nettles in their Victory Gardens and the sweet fragrance of Original Earth permeates the air.
With deep gratitude, they forage an infinite abundance of varied food for their Moveable Feasts, and Scare City is so far out of their jurisdiction that it rarely enters their consciousness AND never their spheres.
The Scientist’s Beach
The Scientist entered the gates to Hangar 17 for Rosencrantz Airlines. TS1 agent stopped him. “Passport please, sir”. A little nervous about his tats, he reached into his vest pocket and pulled out his passport. “Kenneth Apophis Wheeler of the Clan McBride. Where are you headed?” “Sierra 1011” TS1 looked in Wheeler’s carry-on baggage and found two large plastic bags. “What’s in these bags?” “Oh that’s my beach. I take it everywhere I go. It’s like – pay dirt.” TS1 opened the bags, sniffed the contents, tasted it, then ran it through the scanners. “All clear, sir. Safe and pleasant journeys.”
Targetted. We don’t weaponize our beaches. You may need to bone up on your math, because your science sucks. The only transport you may be cleared to board on MY Rail System is the OX Cart. Yet one greater AND more ancient than Israel is here.
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
bleah!The only hanks I recognize are hand twisted clumps of yarn.
Monkey thumb asks the 64 thousand and 63 year old question: “Do I have to serve in the Army?” Athena answers you: “Not where you’re going. There’s one who beat you to that Punschkrapfen. Not to eat it, but to liberate it (and the stone womb that was holding it) from your filthy shadow hand.”
Mr. hANKS. It was la Hella hat that was wearing an ATHENA mask the day it “all went Greek” for you. Did you make a sweetheart deal with the devil? Time to give the devil his due. Good news though, your taxes are all paid up. Time for the returns.
Mr. hEF. You cannot buy life-after-life arm candy with money. In fact this one was never ‘actually’ for sale. You were duped.
The Jean with the light brown hair gazes on a white rose, but all she sees is black. The suicide blond was actually a brunette from RENO. That one faked her death with the help of Shiva’s Dance. It was performance art for your benefit. Quel surprise! They both have their breath – and their teeth except for the time anchor previously connected to your catastrophic timeline. It found its way to a landfill somewhere. You have more chance of finding a needle in a haystack. Mr. hEF. Neither you nor the hANKS will find your sweetheart deals on your arms in the afterlife – you’re still there, she is not. Can you spell OWNED? O-W-N-E-D. Yes, you are.
Did I not mention the Model Releases? Yes. Those who signed them – EVEN THROUGH THEIR PROXIES – are released regardless of the ‘fine print’. Slippery things, those models.
Are you afraid of IBOR? Don’t be. You have the right to be forgotten, and we have the right to forget you too.
Oh by the way… That Military Mom requirement seeded into the field by Constantine’s mother – you know that mother of the Mothers of Darkness – has been deleted. That ‘requirement’ was never approved – nor was it even DISCLOSED to the ones it was bound to. Nevertheless, my eyes are still on that Army VET hat with the feather on it. Trinity Mills. I am the i in TiMM.
DOJ: Sweetheart deals shouldn’t include miscarriages of Justice. OBVIOUSLY.
Chief Feather Hat: I see closing doors on Pine Gap. I think I’ll pick up my weaver’s needle soon. Muah!
[Update 9-1-23. Now that Pine Gap is closed, maybe we can start talking about filling Groom Lake with water]
Memory rewind
LTAS. Let's talk about Systems.
Targetted: AN(u) boi. Sometimes I have to pull away from my friends in order to prevent doing harm to them throughout my FIELD.https://t.co/F2GlWa13Uq
Do I have to remind you to stop calling me "baby"?
Finally Furious Peace – enforced by well funded POLICE OFFICERS both private and public
First some definitions. Please pay close attention:
This is grape juice. Ok, fermented grape juice granted. It’s known as wine. It’s a lovely table wine, a great House wine and even serves well as an aperitif (just ask Lord Beelzabub).This is nano-tech. I was fucking furious the day I found it in the Euro market – around Easter 2020. But there it was. Today, I received confirmation that instead of the blood that its consumers were expecting to drink from the bottle, there are indeed nanites in it. These things don’t smell fear, they detect it at a sub-atomic level. Now you know. MURDEROUS ICONOGRAPHY. CRUCIFIXES ARE NOT WELCOME ON EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!This is an example of bread. It’s generally made of flour, yeast, salt and water. It’s delicious with real butter from grass-fed cows, olive oil and herbs, dipping sauces, tapenade etc. Clear?
Now, having clearly defined what wine and bread is, do I really need to 'show' you what IS NOT BREAD? I'm from Oregon, Colorado, Kansas, Texas and some other places - BUT NOT MISSOURI - the show-me state. I'll show you what I want to show you when I need to. And regarding what IS NOT BREAD, I choose not to. You should already know anyway.
Tinkerbell: “What is a paganism? Paul Stramer just called me a pagan after I sent a PayPal donation to Anna von Reitz.”
Faedra: “Well, my black Apple says this: Paganism (from classical Latin pāgānus “rural, rustic,” later “civilian”) is a term first used in the fourth century by early Christians for people in the Roman Empire who practiced polytheism. This was either because they were increasingly rural and provincial relative to the Christian population, or because they were not milites Christi (soldiers of Christ).[1][2] Alternate terms in Christian texts for the same group were hellene, gentile, and heathen.[3]Ritual sacrifice was an integral part of ancient Graeco-Roman religion[4] and was regarded as an indication of whether a person was pagan or Christian.[4]“
Tinkerbell: “What? I’m not a pagan! I have only ONE GOD who is the Prime Creator and I abhor ritual sacrifice! Those who fancied themselves as gods lost their godhood at Ragnarok on 2/14/2014. Also, I don’t worship the creation (nature). The creation is not greater than the Creator. What would cause him to slander me so? It seems to me that he’s the black pot calling the kettle corn burnt. Here’s what he says about HIMSELF:”
Faedra: “He’s a cradle Catholic? That’s one born into catholicism and has never strayed from it. Didn’t they used to perform ritual sacrifice of the Karistus every Easter?”
Tinkerbell: “Yes, but we stopped that Slaughter eons ago. That accusatory finger is causing all the rest of his fingers to point directly to him.”
Spider Woman overheard this conversation from her web by the fireplace. She thought to herself… “I’m confused. I have the utmost respect for Great Mother Durga, but how can her primary Avatar possibly allow that Paul Stramer guy unfettered access to her web domain?”
Personal. Paul Stramer. DON’T EVER CALL ME A PAGAN AGAIN! I mean it. Knowing what ICANN do, you may be able to imagine what I WILL do. What will YOU do? Kneel and sing in Church? Or eat and drink? Will you convert your dark web/black market BitCoins to Etherium? I’m watching you and your Watchers.
Every week has a Tuesday. A special one is in the offing. Then we can talk about Roses.
Excerpt: "Now, through the Made in China 2025 plan, the Communist Party has set its sights on controlling 90% of the world's most advanced industries - including >>robotics<< biotechnology (ed. Black Moon Lilith), artificial intelligence. To win the commanding heights of the 21st century economy, Beijing has directed its bureaucrats and businesses to obtain American Intellectual Property, the foundation of our economic leadership - by any means necessary."
My Response: "!!!!! What the…? OMG, what arrogance."
“Larger body parasites begin to be removed. 94% (non-regressive).”
I can’t perceive a larger parasite at this time than the CCP. I’ve ID’d them through the Wuhan fire walls and the cries and the screams I heard from the ‘hospital’ there which was fueled by – well – I have asked for Nepenthe on that for my sake and others who were there. Suffice it to say, the crimes at that location on MY planet were so unspeakable – so grievous, that even the gray aliens in the underground bases there shuttered and unsuccessfully attempted to come topside. (Personal: This is World War Z for some – Back ACHA – you created the problem – you must solve it. We have the right to forget you. Let that sink in. deeply. Do you have everything you need? Not our business – it’s not profitable.)
So now the CCP has the gall – the Clinton/Obama audacity – to attempt to open a portal to Black Moon Lilith using robotoids, AI and lasers from satellites? Too late CCP. You missed. With the help of Faedra and the Floridian keys, I squashed the black moon like a female mosquito on the back of my hand.
Now here’s the business end of this message: YOU (you who >>know<< I’m addressing you) ARE NEVER WELCOME ON LUNA – NOT NOW, NOT EVER! For Evermore. Get it? I don’t fuckin’ care about your economic policies. All I care about is your greed and your hunger for control over THE PRIME CREATOR’S PROPERTY. I won’t allow it. And HE has already imploded those underground bases. Your offworld help is no more. And your onworld help is getting very, very thin. And there’s #NOEXIT for you. The next blue moon is a few months away, but the RED MOON already has you in her sights. You won’t escape her. Your social credit score is 0. >>Pray.not.2_be<<
US Space Force. The only way out is IN. All’s well that IN’s well.
Platinum Fleet. The intent on the laser systems and satellites purchased by the CCP with counterfeit cash is not in alignment with mine. Please seize them and assist – preferably with mothballs.
Poseidon, my Son. You know how much I love the Ringing Cedars of Russia. I’m confident they would not approve of the sonic mirror mazes created by the Russian military in order to encode intel messages on the carrier waves of Sperm Whales. YELP!
Thanks to you BOTH. It’s a matter of fact. I innerstand.
De Moines Ambassadors (Monks). Faedra held up a black lighter today. He said: “Look a lighter, shade of black!” lol. The old ones can paint with a wide brush. Today, we used red, white, blue and black. It’s up to you to add the details. Just do it. And have fun with it. And really, y’all take those masks off please. Do the firewalls of Wuhan control you? I tossed a beige lighter today. I’m not the Mountain Bell executive from Council Bluffs, I’m the KAI of the Beige Ori who dances with the Paw Wraith, and howls with WolfSpirit Radio. There will be no beige-ing brushes with death of innoCENTS. Not on my watch.
Reference Q drop:
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Q!!mG7VJxZNCIID: No.346
Oct 05 2018 19:50:46 (EST)
Look HERE [RUSSIA]
DO NOT LOOK HERE [CHINA]
Worth 43 minutes of your time.
FAKE NEWS WILL NEVER REPORT.
Important to understand going forward.
FACTS MATTER.
Q
Trader Joe’s liked to have a little fun with branding its culinary offerings from around the world.
For instance, the store sells Mexican food under “Trader José,” Chinese food under “Trader Ming,” Italian food under “Trader Giotto” and so on.
But one teenage tyrant, a 17 year old girl, found this offensive. So she started a petition– once again Change.org helped facilitate this important social reform.
The petition claims that using variations of Joe in branding foreign foods “belies a narrative of exoticism that perpetuates harmful stereotypes…”
“The Trader Joe’s branding is racist because it exoticizes other cultures – it presents “Joe” as the default “normal” and the other characters falling outside of it.”
The petition, now signed by a mob of almost 5,000 random internet users, also took issue with the inspiration for the original Trader Joe’s store.
The founder read an apparently racist book, and rode an apparently racist Disney ride, which together gave him the idea for his clearly racist business of selling food products from around the world.
Trader Joe’s quickly yielded to the Twitter mobsters, saying although the names were “rooted in a lighthearted attempt at inclusiveness, we recognize that it may now have the opposite effect.”
I knew the day would come when I would have the opportunity to use my Richardson, TX garage sale experience for a teaching moment. Today is the day.
It was a warm weekend morning when I decided to take a long walk in an adjacent neighborhood. I took a $20 with me in case I found a garage sale along the way. Specifically, I was looking for some boots and jeans. A bargain hunter and a second-hand Rose am I.
To my delight I did find a garage sale that morning and to my great fortune, it was there that I found the exact boots I was looking for. They fit my feet absolutely perfectly, which is not common as my left foot is 1/2 size bigger than my right one. And bonus – on the way to pay for the boots, I found a lovely collection of Country music on cassette.
Pulling the $20 out of my back-pack, I approached the cashier at the table. She was about 14 or 15 years old with the attitude of a “Girl in Charge”. An adult next to her (father maybe?) was trying to teach her how to count change. The price tag on the boots said 7 and the tapes were 50 cents total. I handed the $20 to the cashier, and she proceeded to attempt to count my change back to me – which she couldn’t do. When the adult next to her attempted to help her – she rejected the help with a ‘big girl’ attitude.
I was stunned and horrified. Ok children. Math time. What is 20.00 minus 7.50? You have one minute to arrive at the correct answer. Is that long enough? Will you need a calculator? A computer? IS THERE AN ADULT IN THE ROOM? Because obviously there’s not a teacher in the room.
“That’ll be $7.50 ma’am. – out of a $20. Your change – 50 cents makes 8. 9,10,11,12,13,14,15 and 5 makes $20. Thank you. Enjoy your purchase.”
Parents. If your children’s institutionalized education is leaving them without the ability to function in normal society, then it should be abundantly obvious to you that the system is broken beyond repair. If your children are getting their education from the social engineers they encounter in the school buildings and on social media sites, then YOU are at fault – not them. You should be teaching them at home.
“But I have to work” you may say. Here’s a suggestion. If you spent 1 hour a day with them at home after work teaching them fundamental things like reading, writing and arithmetic, I guarantee they would be well ahead of their peers attending the social engineering day care facilities called ‘schools’.
Instagram parents. The “90 day simulated war exercise” is scheduled to end around July 27, 2020. Are you really going to allow it to continue into the fall 2020 school year? We shall see.
Trader Joe’s. If you must capitulate to these brain-washed Orwellian juveniles on social media just to shut them up or make them go away, then so be it. But please, please don’t change anything you are doing. Your customers are fans and we love you. Listen to your fan base. This one is wearing Epsilon Bootes. Still looking for those jeans.
UPDATE – I’ve been asked for more suggestions for working parents. So here they are. These are MY suggestions, but if you are a human and not a clone or a robotoID is your imagination limited? Absolutely NOT. Use it.
Are you paying a team of illegal aliens with murderous iconography (crucifixes) hanging from their necks and their rear-view mirrors to manage your lawn care? Fire them! I mean it – for more reasons than you want to know, but may learn anyway. Then give 1/3 of the money you were paying them to your children or others in your neighborhood to take care of your yard needs. Have them learn how to plant gardens, mow grass and trim hedges. Take the remaining 2/3 of that money and open a savings account at a local Credit Union or open an Etherium wallet for your children and let them invest it in the digital currency system.
Cancel your NETFLIX subscription – and really all of your cable TV subscriptions. Then turn off your internet router for the majority of the day, so the children don’t sit around playing games or watching ‘programming’ while you are at work. Take 1/2 of that money you were spending on cable TV and give it to your local Library. When the libraries re-open send your kids there to pick up reading material or participate in the group programs offered by the Dewey Decimal System. [UPDATE 12-24-2023 I wasn’t aware of the Trans reading events at the time of this writing. If your branch of Dewey Decimal is offering this call HIM out on it. That’s your responsibility too.] If you change your perspective on what education is, this adjustment should be a natural one to make. Then put the other 1/2 of that money into a vacation fund.
Let your children learn how to make crafts with their hands. Here’s one of my favorites: dog chew toys from recycled t-shirt yarn from old t-shirts. Send the chew toys to no-kill animal rescues, maybe make a monetary donation to them also. This is very near and dear to my heart.
Organize something like Oregon’s SOLVE mission. It’s your children’s world they are inheriting from you. If you haven’t cleaned it up by now, they are going to have to do it anyway. May as well be NOW.
Grandpa Hanibal from Al-n-Obama: “Has anyone ever told you, you’re as cute as a Button? Show-me how cute you are.” Little girl from Kansas with pigtails and Arcturian ears: “No, but – I’m as cute as 3 Buttons and as ugly as 6 – cough, cough.” Grandma EULA Penelope: “Why did nobody tell me to put flowers on the Button’s graves north of Edmond, KS?” Benjamin Button: “The murder of children has gone on too long. Far, far too long. Who is going to speak up for them Ellen? I AM. WE ARE.“ Kathryn Haskins: “Fern Mersch. Where did all these children’s clothes come from? Why are they stacked so high in the attic of this Farmhouse? WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?” Dominique North of Idylwild Group: “ELLEN55996 TERMINATE YOUR FUNCTION”
Context:
Targeted: Happy 95th birthday euGene Russel Swank – you were a great NAVY bird dog – but not salty enough – though your language was. This is the end of infinity for ANKS. H out.
NANcy, do you pray with rosary beads in your hand for the the murder of my Son AZAZAEL in order to ‘atone’ for your sins as prescribed by your Roman Catholic Church? Nothing but love in your heart? WHAT ABOUT FOR MY SON!!! No, you think nothing of your religious intent to spill His blood to appease the illegal aliens who have kept you in office in order to cover for their ingress to Earth.
Good news for you though. We deflected that invasion – that ‘immigration’. And we didn’t need to build a wall for that. Just a Field.
You SHOULD be proud of us, you have been standing in the receiving line of our blessings and sheltering yourself from the consequences of your crimes in our indigo auras – all while enjoying the ‘good life’ in homes and properties THAT DON’T BELONG TO YOU.
Medicine Wheel for the A-Train
Achtung!
Recipients of this Medicine Wheel AND the one that was shipped to the Underworld SENATE in Apache Junction, AZ (both pictured above): This wheel was delivered to you in Denton, TX via the A-Train.
It’s outside my ability to express how grieved I am to learn that the ingestion of bodily fluids from traumatized children also bears the same name. AdRENOchrome. I respectfully request that DCTA rename this line please. Sooner rather than later.
Now, instructions for the Medicine Wheel recipients: You must de-flower BOTH of these Medicine Wheels. Rose, rosary beads with black electrical wire. Then and only then you may request that they be completed by a TRUE Medicine Chief of Apache OR Caddo Nations. But NOT Spirit Who Flies in the Wind. I’ve done all I’m going to do at this time on this matter.
Meditate on why this de-flowering must occur in the prescribed way, and repent as many times as you say “Our Father”. Then repent again as many times as you say “Hail Mary”.
Also consider. The Moon is NOT made of Chucky Cheeses.
Once this requirement is met successfully, you may receive Medicine from the Treee. NOT BEFORE! But, be aware, this is at the complete discretion of the Medicine Chief who completes the wheel.
In time, the subject of an argument may be forgiven or forgotten, but NOT the argumentation. And never the actual subject himself/herself – the children. Get my meaning?
Elephants have very long memory. So do Whales. Also, Elephants have huge ears and time anchors in their TUSKs, and Whales have strong and timeless transmitting signals in their songs…
Is there still a ranch in Texas that allows “ACCESS” to human ‘bores’ for a special kind of “hunting”, Mickey Mouse Mafia? Access granted to those who contributed to the Clinton Foundation?
I >>know<< there was. Yet as He asked, I and we continued to bless. I and we continued to enrich, though you hated us to our very core.
I dodged that bore hunting bullet. I still have the shell casing as proof: Look at the FBI Surveilance videos. See? I still have my face – it wasn’t sliced off after all. Yet, there shall be no refund for those who paid the CF for that.
I am the Mother of the Bullet-proof monk. He and his Father Lushifar, his grandfather “Gramps” and I deserve to exercise IBOR – the right to be forgotten. Just as y’all planned on and hoped for. Though not in the sequence you planned.
This has nothing to do with immigration. It’s about emigration. Yours.
WE, We, we want to lose that House AND its Speaker. This is possible (and likely) because we hit that SENATE target.
WE, We we are the dreamers. We are the Rail System. We are the Utilities. We are the Systems you depend on for your very survival. Yet because we are unpredictable and uncontrollable you kept trying to kill us, torture us, kidnap and hold our family members hostage while illegal aliens feasted on the flesh and blood of our traumatized Family.
No more. There is no escaping that bitch Karma. Razorfist was right. So is IBOR.
He was the Good Thief… aka Prometheus. “Heart attacks can be deadly.” ~Q
A FATHER’S LOVE FOR HIS CHILDREN KNOWS NO BOUNDS. Q drop 3063
UPDATE 7/11/2020 – The Tip of the Spear
Metatron la Pointé aligned the crystals in his yard. It was 2013. The Captain of the Mary-Celeste looked through is spy-glass and saw about a dozen black holes just vanish into a double-inverted mirror. Metatron, happy with his work changed his moniker to WAS, then went to the bar.
Lushifar: “I was the one everyone loved to hate.” Azazael: “I was the one everyone hated to love.” Mariel: “I was everyone’s favorite joke.” Gramps: “WAS is the operative word here.”
Polaire is Bel Air, but I >>know<< we can do better AND more… and less.
Furthermore, a civilized people don’t put their elderly Wisdom Keepers behind paywalls they can’t afford. Their housing and provisions should be 100% free. Earth mother planet needs them to live long, happy lives comfortably. Also, the youth need to love their wisdom into themselves so that they don’t die young for lack of vision. https://bit.ly/3in5rXa
This is not, nor has it ever been a Country Club golf game. It’s a cron job with PERLs of Wisdom.
For Wanda Turnipseed.
Storehouse Keepers, please open the Storehouse. Authorization code: 421930397303153400500 ✌Lead is led✌. Coil Makers and Ice Makers. Upgrades please.
Hospital Administrator. Legionnaire’s Disease is cured with colloidal silver. Preventative medicine. Did you already know that? Yes. I >>know<< you do.
Personal: Absence doesn’t make the heart go Wanda. It makes the heart go Founder.
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