Hats and Shirts

COMPS are Casino Property

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:

  1. A huge financial institution has just allowed an exploit into their otherwise benevolent and beneficial system.
  2. I’m in the right place at the right time.
  3. 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
  4. 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

Intermission

Update for clarity

The NAND Gate

Symbol and Truth table

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:

  1. I pray that by the time you get the message I’m sending through Gramps, that the cure is still available for her.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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?
  5. 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.

Intermission

VisiShield (unLINK’d)

References
1
https://iovs.arvojournals.org/article.aspx?articleid=2122959
2
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5611842/
3
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6154331/
4
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4698241/
5
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/19105587
6
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4261317/

The ZZYZX Road

Union Boss whipping post. Unacceptable.

Zzyzx is the road connecting ElsInore Castle to Vegas. Old spas can be found on that road. Are you a gambler? Or are you a noble? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zzyzx,_California

Questions and Answers please. IC you Viking Reinforcements (402 517 313) – what are you reinforcing? ICU MONERO – what are you funding?

CFMEU Construction Union contract https://vic.cfmeu.org/wages:

The NOR gate
"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.

Meditation: Solar Seal 17, The Matrix of Navigation. Think outside the box and consider the Matrix.

Speaking to you from Heir’s Rock, are you listening?
May all things be known as the light of Mutual Love.

Intermission

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.

The Blush Brush

Does anyone know how to blush anymore?
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.

Intermission

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.

Riding on busses with Window Washers

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. 

Really Dollar Tree? Endangering my employee's health on the job with germy masks? I think I may have to involve OSHA in this. Be aware, response is coming. But this isn't about the Dollar Tree, it's about Window Washers on my Rail System.

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.)

TL;DR
How many bureaucrats does it take to clean a window? Geez, do they get paid by the word? https://onlinepubs.trb.org/onlinepubs/tcrp/tsyn12.pdf
Y’all are fired.

CLEAR?

Buffalo Soldier Holiday Feast

Buffalo burger, with fresh picked purslane, cheddar, onions, pickles and tomatoes. Yum, Yum!
Sun Tzu: 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

Black guns matter, even when they’re blue.

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.

Quartermaster: Hoʻoponopono – The Storehouse.

Schellium’s Crisis of Purpose (to be updated as needed)

Crisis of Purpose

Soldiers and Warriors. If y’all can step away from the chess board and take a quarter-turn to the PTSD exit portal, you can find a lovely card table in the ALT Universe where there are only good things to find – including your pensions. Many of you have also served Earth from offworld theaters and that service needs to be compensated for also – are you aware of that? Some of you are.

Don’t leave anything that’s owed to you on the table with the chess board. I’m the grandma who wore the combat boots. It’s my life you were fighting for – not Big Pharma’s opium. And I’m the one with the keys to the Storehouse where all of your treasures are waiting for you. All that’s required of you is that simple quarter-turn. Apologies aren’t going to do it. How can you trust – OR EVEN ACCEPT an apology from one who is capable of doing unforgivable things? And revenge won’t fill the hole in your purple heart.

The Hospital always comes first in the cycles. Then the Storehouse. Consider it.

Semper Fi, Semper Paratus.

CONTEXT (click this)

ETHEREUM through the Lion’s Gate

"To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour." William Blake
Medicine for money | Full Haystack signature exchange | Signature Exchange complete

It happened. The first ever air-drop of a dollar-backed, Bat-led, 3d ETH. There was also a drop in the bit bucket.

Magnetic Moon 14
Year Of The Yellow Electric Seed

Kin 237: Red Electric Earth
I activate in order to evolve
Bonding synchronicity
I seal the matrix of navigation
With the electric tone of service
I am guided by the power of birth

CID: QmVfq4Dicv17Hdd5MvouXrypZKPHAMTEVMDppnRNw8mcNJ
Full Haystack Signature Exchange

CID: QmX4tHa8wjFZMV5df3xn1GfaZ6DB49sZuqK5xZjnMCkpK3
Signature Exchange Complete

Proof of Life, and proof of a LIFE. Congratulations to the recipient of the airdrop. Long life and abundance.
The power of Unlimitedness. (ty Sean, are you using those etheric devices to modify some wiring?)

Intermission

UNCED is still dead

Family DAO’s matter, and the Beaujolais belongs to the Russians – Ringing Cedars of Russia, specifically.

The SWANKS don’t own Geneva Park anymore.

UN. Your diamond hands of Hannibal won’t be helping you anymore. And your Maurice Strong man is gone too. He was a broken Arrow Head.

Nevertheless, we are at The Crossroads. Would you like to dig into why Geneva Park in Littleton, CO was one of the most hotly contested battlegrounds on the Planet? Would you like to know why Geneva Conventions were actually anything but protective and “neutral”? Or would you like to move past it to the mopping up and cleaning up? I’m asking for consensus.

The Lord Bridegroom said: "Stand at the crossroads and look.
Ask for the ancient paths: ‘Where is the good way?’
Then walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls."

And they said "_______________________________________."
And the Bride said: "We can do this. Yes we can."

https://biblehub.com/bsb/jeremiah/6.htm

Context:

In a Lyran Family chat, this convo emerged through many waters:
Make America Christian Again
"​The last thing the Controllers want you knowing is the Truth. It's why we have public schools."

Gramp's and my response to MACA: Schools of FISKS watching over Turtle Hospitals. If a specific human cannot achieve a level of evolution transcending the turtle realm, then that specific soul part (Protoi vernacular) must return to the turtle realm until it can. Turtles don't knit and they don't play golf (which is all just conquering holes), also they don't wear hats. If you, as a human, aspire to impose your will over the Creator's plan for His Creation instead of supporting and working with it, then you are unnecessary to Him. 

Here's the pivotal question: Are you teachable? Turtles are, and if you aren't teachable as a human, then your essence should probably join the turtle realms where you can learn teachability from other turtles. https://youtu.be/pyuTu6g2ieA

To those formerly known as “Controllers”: You pretended to respect our freedom and we pretended to be controlled by you. But the masquerade is almost over. When you take off your mask, what will you find in the trick-or-treat bag you hold? If you failed the Gullibility test, was it because you were gullible? Was it because you were actually the one being controlled? Or was it because you weren’t gullible at all? It all comes out on Wash Day (pronounced in Lakota tongue like this: WASH-TAY, and spelled like this: Wiconi Waste).

Wicker Etiquette Training (WET): >>Questions<<

Context: Stupid Questions

Once upon a time, there was a famous airbrush artist. He held many workshops where he imparted his many years of knowledge to other aspiring airbrush artists. On the walls of his studio were color charts, proportion wheels and other “tools” of his trade. In his library were books about color theory, anatomy, drawing skills, painting skills, art history et al – most of which he had read cover-to-cover. Additionally, there were books and magazines where his art and his art wisdom were featured – usually without monetary compensation to him. On his computer browser were countless bookmarks of art related links, each one supporting his “craft” and furthering his career as a famous artist.

I’ve heard it said “There is no stupid question”.
YES THERE IS. And there are too many of them in this world.

Here’s an example:

Scene: a middle aged airbrush artist wannabee calling the famous artist on the phone because he happens to have paid Clinton Foundation for access to him. He didn’t pay the artist for that access, he paid a “middle man/womyn” for it.

So, the famous artist is on this acolyte’s speed dial. Acolyte, sitting in front of his computer with GOOGLE.com on the monitor, and two tubes of paint in his hand – one purple and one yellow. One ringy-dingy, two-ringy dingy… famous artist answers his I-phone. “Hello Mr. so-and-so, what can I help you with?”

“Hey Al, what color do you get when you mix yellow and purple?”

“Uh, some shades of gray, why do you ask?”

“Ok, see you at the next Airbrush Getaway.” click

Me, annoyed by this “scene”, and yelling into the ETHER “Google is your friend!” So, let me google that for you: https://bfy.tw/RXkK – better yet, why don’t you just open those tubes of paint and mix them yourself – you f*&@ing moron?

Here’s a defining moment for what is and is not an environment for “stupid” questions. If you have negotiated a price and paid that expert DIRECTLY for that time, you can ask as many stupid questions as you like during that time slot, but NOT beyond that time slot.

If someone of high societal status is genuinely interested in asking you stupid questions because his/her time is valuable, and has offered – in sincerity – access to him/her in exchange for access to your expertise, this could be considered a fair-value energy exchange. Those “stupid” questions have opened a portal to higher wisdom and connectedness that may not be otherwise possible without the intent to ask them. These are not stupid questions – and elitisms among my nerdy crypto-crew is greatly frowned on by me and those above and along-side me in this ETHEREUM realm. In fact, I would go so far to say that I deplore it in the same way I deplore religious elitisms – aka self-righteousness.

Now for the “business” end of this message. Here’s what’s NOT a stupid question – ever:

What is Wicker Etiquette Training (WET)? you may be asking. Here’s the answer to that question, and neither the question NOR the answer is stupid. How do you prevent wicker from burning in a house fire? What — did you think WET meant something else? Rule 34 is still abolished.

Maybe we need to talk about GRAYSCALE, because from my perspective, there have been too many shades of gray. Furthermore:

WET has gone Mainnet.

Medicine Wheel for the lands down under

Hidalgo Trust Medicine Wheel in progress


Context: https://www.bitchute.com/video/UJMcVDccs85G/

White, Yellow, Red, Black – the colors of the Medicine Wheel.

Australians. It has come to my attention that on the whole, your Cooper Situational Awareness level is WHITE – oblivious.

So I’m offering a solution. I’d like to donate as many YELLOW Rubber Training Police guns from my Amazon property as you need to help you back out of your oblivion. You’re welcome.

As for RED, all Australian and New Zealand police officers must submit to re-training in tactical and laser skills with my Crimson Trace Corporation educational programs. Lasers save lives. If you can paint a red dot, you may not need to follow with rubber bullets – or lead ones.

Those who successfully complete the CTC training must then submit to para-military training by my brother Erik Prince’s BLACKwater organization. Their expertise in handling crisis and upgrading situational awareness up to BLACK with humanitarian focus has no parallel in my view. I hold his Bear paw. And until y’all can figure out that COVID is bs, I won’t be holding yours.

Those who refuse this re-training program – or fail it must be moved off planet to mining asteroids, abandoned space-stations etc. where their skills are more valued. Also their pensions are automatically forfeit.

Additionally, I would like to move my QR code generated NFT Birth Certificate program currently in development at Beta to Gamma. QA Test Lab: https://qatestlab.com/resources/knowledge-center/alpha-beta-gamma/

Next is my favorite pet project. Beginning with Australia, then New Zealand and retroactively to Winter Solstice, 2020, ALL public officials must submit to “birther” proof of live birth requirements through Ethereum blockchain technology.

In order for any official to hold office in either of these two countries, then beyond, the official must submit a QR code issued from a hospital or midwife professional to and through blockchain protocols and smart contracts in order to obtain an official NFT Birth Certificate proving live birth status. If they are unable to accomplish this for technical reasons, health reasons or ANY reason at all, then they must vacate their offices and forfeit their pensions. At that point, the only one who can actually prove live birth status through the NFT Birth Certificate system (Terry Lynn Maris) shall be authorized to order their removal to offworld locations where they will be better served. Until then, the people they no longer serve will have to do that job. Will they do it in a peaceful way? I hope so.

Intermission

I heard an Australian “official” say something like: “As long as Delta is with us… blah, blah, blah”.

Newsbreak. Delta Dawn is gone. It’s Sunset HOG time.