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.
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.
The Templars and Netrider youngins who were sent to the Taj Mahal year 1653 in order to collect water from the Ganges saw a black hole quickly forming above them. It was surrounded by a HUUUGE black cloud in the form of a T. So they all sat on the banks of the River and called out to Ancient Grandmother Tree who has roots there. “Grandma! Help!” they cried. “Get us outta here quick!”
AGT said “Calm down children. How fast can you hold hands?” So grasping each other’s hands they melded their hearts Taygeta then jumped into The River.
Immediately they found themselves in present day on one of the Trinity River Debris Booms (Debris Detention Device) – still holding hands and carrying their collections of water from the Ganges in their back-packs.
Smelly, tired and covered in Dallas debris, they disembarked from the boom and headed to The Alchemist’s Attellier.
“PEW!” said The Alchemist when they arrived. “Y’all stink to high heaven.” Then placing their water collections on his diamond-plate table, he pointed to the Sonic showers. “Go get yourselves cleaned up. Good job kids.” Then he gave them all alcohol and canibus credits and said “After you’re cleaned up, go celebrate. Drinks are on me. Smokeables are on Grandma.”
The Outhouse
HE said: “Tell me a joke.” She said: “Ok, here’s one for you:
A sports trainer was visiting his grandmother’s apple orchard in Edmond, Kansas one day when he had to use the bathroom. There, amongst the trees was an outhouse which grandpa had erected. As he was leaving, he accidentally dropped a quarter into the hole.
Grandma was picking zucchini squash, corn, beans and cherry tomatoes when her grandson came out to complain to her: ‘I just dropped my 1967 quarter in your outhouse, grandma.’
Silently, she took her harvest to the porch and sat it down by the hand-cranked well pump. Then she grabbed an old tin pail and pumped fresh, cool water from the well into it. Removing her shoes, she thought to herself “this is going to be very refreshing” then she plunged her hot, overworked feet into the pail.
When she was properly rested, she took the produce into the house and grabbed her PRADA clutch purse. Still silent, she walked woefully to the outhouse while grandson looked on inquisitively. Horrified, he witnessed as she took a hundred out of her clutchpurse and threw it into the hole in the outhouse. Then she went in after it.
Grandson paced nervously, sweat pouring from his brow and praying to Heaven: ‘What have I done!!!’
Then Grandma emerged – covered in shit, holding the 1967 quarter and handed it back to the Sports Trainer.
‘Grandma! What possessed you to do such a thing?’
‘You didn’t expect me to go in there alone to get your shitty QuarterBack did you?'”
AnnaBell’s Revenge
Covered from head to toe in outhouse essence, Grandma hurried to the RainBarrel – full to the brim – at the NE corner of her house and plunged herself in. When she was cleaned off, she dumped the dirty water out into her yard, then putting her prayer bones to the grass, prayed for more rain.
After having done all, she stood up and went to her kitchen to make a baloney sandwich with Velveta cheese. Then she filled a shiny aluminum cup with fresh, cool well water.
Sitting there at her kitchen table, her eyes lit on the Prince Albert tobacco can containing a full deck of Bicycle playing cards and the Diamond matchsticks next to it.
“I wonder if my daughter Tanya is busy today. I think I’ll ring her up and see if she would like to come over and play Black Jack with matchsticks like we used to do” she mused to herself.
Taking her empty plate and cup to the sink, she thought: “I should see if I have any hash brownies around here. Tanya loves chocolate hash.”
So she walked over to her WE 317 magneto wall phone and asked the operator for BR 549.
“Miller Residence”
“Oh, hello LaSandra, good to hear your voice. I wonder if Tanya is home. I’d like to invite her over for some brownies and a game of Black Jack.”
“Tanya? Who’s that? I’m not aware of any Tanya. And by the way, who are you, and how do you know my name?”
Horrified, Grandma quickly hung up the phone and started weeping uncontrollably.
Joker looked up from his Louis Dearborn LaMoore paperback novel. The Kansas City Chiefs were playing the Cardinals on the tele. “What’s the trouble AnnaBell?”
“Tanya never came home last night” she answered as she choked back tears. “I know we were going shopping in Norton today, but I have something else to do. Let’s load up for a road trip in that Plymouth Fury you’re so proud of. For once, I won’t be telling you to slow down. Let’s put that lead foot of yours to work. I have to get to RENO by morning.”
The Chief appeared before Princess Amber of the Red Feather River people. Martis. He had Uranium One stains on his mouth zone and the flesh was dripping off his face exposing his teeth. But he had promised to meet his bride-to-be there and he was not about to disappoint her with his absence.
“I know that’s just a mask my Chief. I’m so glad you did not abandon me on your voyage to prepare a place for me in Las Vegas. Now remove that mask, so that I may kiss you.”
“Stand Back!” he exclaimed as he stepped away from her. “No it’s not. This was >>actually<< done to me by the daughters of the Mothers of Darkness in Las Vegas. I just needed you to see this.”
Author's note: BOtox. Here's what you won't learn on the wiki. Some batches of Botox were laced with Uranium. Anyone making a connection here to Uranium "won"? Anyone?
“I’ll see you on the next level.” He said as he began to slowly vanish. “But be aware. Some of the M.O.D.s are in a knitting group OFF Preston, OFF Webb Chapel. They meet frequently in one of Dewey Decimal’s Royal Houses which is not currently on the Rail System. They will attempt to knit traps for you. If they succeed with their plans, they will have you in many bird cages. Just smile, bless and keep knitting or crocheting or weaving. You may have to do alotta unraveling. But you have friends and family there to help you with the untangling. Fare thee well.”
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.
These are proud and fierce people. I may or may not speak for them, but if I do, I would tell you NO. Back off. We are not NOR have we ever been Americans, regardless of what your Rothchild revisionist histories tell us. We won’t be Americanized by you NOR by the the CCP NOR by any ‘Royal’ houses of Gaul, Rothchild, Belcher et al.
Pele AND the KingMaker BOTH recognize King Paki-Silva of Hawaii. The performance of a previous “Queen” does not guarantee future results. The King’s throne is established on righteousness. (Thank you Cherokee Timeline Engineering)
And here’s a question for the American ‘Occupiers’ of Alaska. How is it that you have (in the recent past) allowed tens of thousands of children per year to be trafficked offworld from your deep ‘State’? Do you think that earthquake was >>only<< the result of military tech? Do you think the massive earthquake in Haiti was >>only<< military tech? [[[VooDoo shit rolling here]]] Shall we use the birth pangs metaphor now? Children being taken away from their Mother. Do you think that impoverishing a people in order to force them to sell their children is ‘good business’? “More equal than others.” Are you making an Animal Farm reference here? On purpose!? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memoirs_of_a_Geisha_(film)
The Cedar hat has been crysotile tested. It doesn’t look good for any who have previously worn it. I’m passing that hat to the Ringing Cedars of Russia. I know them, and I know that they can wear it well.
Is Anu your god? Yes? Well I’m not sorry to tell you that he has been deleted by “The Cleaner“. Next in line of ascension is his son Simon Parkes. Time to bow your head and pray to your new god now that your old god is dead. James Clinton Belcher should be grateful he didn’t get the bananas owed to him as the King of Gaul. The Kingmaker rejects him as king. (His artwork is nice though)
I AM the Kai of beige Ori.
Targetted: We will always have Osaka, but we won’t always want Paris. Oh, by the way… I accepted the = surrender of Kobalt today. WolfSpirit lit it up, and Galactic Hawk feathers made it happen. Nevertheless, I cannot and will not ever truly trust the shirt. This, because that one attempted to behead Faedra – my brother, HE who is closer than a friend. The S.O.S.
The WHITEROSE property BitCoin is supplanted by Etherium.
Targettted: Karistus. Shall we raise Las Vegas? I leave it to you.
The Africanized bee Strike Package was delivered via a red BMW. Chief Blue Bear deflected its death sting with an iron-fisted uppercut to her own high brow. Blood flowed. The Trainer dabbed the wound with a Dandy Lion, the Bird Dogs smelled the blood.
The Captain of The Black Pearl picked up his hat, then recommended benedryl and the Pirate Line was lighted up. The Apothecary concocted a tonic… a Manuka honeypot offering in a FAEry ring. The FAEry ring of fire consisted of the following: ground benedryl, garlic powder, pepper powder, sea salt(not pictured), the energy of a Rainbow Crow offering (highly resonant incense ashes and a feather with a matching leaf) – all in a solution of colloidal silver, Lemurian crystals and microbes in farewell spittle and tap water. Elizabeth LoVe read the message on the wood “We love you” it said. She answered “No you don’t” then tossed it into the creek like a Frisbee from La Cosa Nostra Bridge Group. “Does anybody love anybody anyway?”Apothecary AtelierFarewell spittle
Save the Pilot Whales
Targeted: Babushka NoName. Your “Baroque – no Monet” Mothers of Darkness curse failed. Red, Blue, Yellow -> Prime Ingress. Though you didn’t miss, there was a Nohit. He was wearing Depends and punching key cards for FreeLandOps. My SS is in the EBB and Faedra’s is in the FLO. ECM is fun (electronic counter measures – Ma/COM Omni Spectra), but you didn’t want to play. You just kept trying to control The Hercules, and claiming worker bees that were never yours while dissing The Carpenter’s saw dust. CC? I can afford to pay attention on MY Rail System, but you may not be able to buy a ticket on it.
Targeted: FLO Xavier. Out exchange requested please for these account numbers: 17107858 username: katcook 17127950 username: pleiedes Thank you
Targeted: Mr. Sir of a Beard. The remainder of this post is especially for you, because – well, you’re special. Have you seen the Razor’s Edge? I recommend it. The Barber Shop was set up at the VooDoo convention in >>New<< Orleans and NOT Rouen. You could have bought a clean shave there for only $3, but you were apparently lost in the Crowd Strike. 2018 was glorious – and so it shall be again. Time travel is fun. The Queen Bee’s knees are prayer bones. (Holly’s Wood. Thank you for the holding contract. You may release it now if The Arcturian has clockwork for that. Barnard’s Star is reborn. Boomerang.)
Holding Contract
Bear Clan Tarot Major Arcana – Shipwrecked
I got your poker in the face joke. It wasn’t funny. ONYX didn’t think so either, and they are the Authority on the subject.
Dr. Colorado of the Career Science Parlor says: “Zip disks make EXCELlent flotation devices. But will yours take you to the Beautiful Shore (Beau Rivage)?” The hairy legged maid answers for him. “No.No. It won’t. Neither will its metadata take you to Reims.”
“Green men grin and gurn, for no one knows more than they what is and is not tree“ ~Bill Lewis
The Captain said “Bring us out of WARP. We must close Pine Gap first.” Who is the Captain? You may be asking.
Well he’s NOT Trump. And he’s NOT James Michael Link and he’s NOT ENKI.
Obviously.
Nevertheless, Groom Lake shall be filled with water for the Trigger Fish.
Chairman of the Board (COB). I’m respectfully requesting that you commence a hostile takeover of the Velvet Taco Restaurant chain. We must close Petit Four restaurant by 10:30. What time is it? Also Athena recommends upgraded AEGIS for all VELTY Moore soul parts. She does NOT recognize Zebra Cake protections on any person, place or thing except actual zebras now.
#WALKAWAY! Shirley LEE says: “Children don’t EVER accept party invitations from angels in white. Especially Korean ones holding PINK and black devices and offering small cakes.or you may become entertainment and then fare for pedovores. Just turn and #WALKAWAY.
The Bride suggests profiterole replace the wedding cake at the Reception, or custard if some of the guests prefer. And don’t forget the ice cream and the flowers of course. Biker gear is the preferred wedding attire, Wang’s designers won’t be throwing bolts of fabric at the Bride NOR her maids. Their leathers have reinforcements on the ‘contact points’. Road rashes are cured.
The Buddha has weighed anchor and found it wanting. The Captain has ‘poured it on’ and aimed his looking glass toward Beau Rivage. There is a White Squaw caught in a Perfect Storm in front of him, but He knows how to calm the Storm.
War status has been removed from Grandmother Turtle Island, but Canunpa is still empty. No peace pipes until the war bones at Forest and Preston and Beltline and the Tollway are removed. For Evermore.
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