… and a meditation on securing Egress during Ingress (for Warriors)
It's time again to mention egresses and ingresses.
Happy birthday kin 17.
Some time ago, I diagrammed the egress/evac sequence provided Synydyne. If you would like me to upload that for your perusal, just ping me. But I think it would be a good exercise for you do it yourself. pic.twitter.com/s9mMeAOu8K
Over the last several years, I’ve been asked repeatedly to provide a SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) for Ingresses with a focus on the security of Egresses. It’s kind of a challenge to describe it in a way that most Warriors can appreciate. But today, I was given the perfect opportunity to outline the process in a way that I hope even those who don’t consider themselves Warriors can integrate – if they meditate on it for a bit. (Note: >>everyone<< should consider themselves Warriors though. Do you wrestle, or do you wrestle not? Ephesians 6:12)
Let’s say for the purpose of this example that being Gaia (the Scribe portion), I like the idea of Nature reclaiming things.
So, I see an abandoned Walmart shopping cart being overgrown with vines:
Reclamation 1
First: I decide to return it on foot to Walmart (I still have my “Proud to be team 1381” Walmart shirt from Apache Junction).
Meditation: You don’t know the lay of the land unless you walk it with your own feet.
Meditation: Pick up your own messes and try to leave the place better than what it was when you found it – even if it’s not your messes that need to be cleaned.
Meditation: Don’t be a gambler. Make sure that when you reach the River Card, you’re holding the nuts.
Reclamation 3
Third: When the cart and I reached the eye doctor, we found a big white Cadillac lurking there. Now this might not make sense to anyone who wasn’t watching (with eyes to see) Gramps and I on a specific day at the Waterwheel at Fair Park, but parked right in front of the Waterwheel was a Cadillac with Area 51 vanity plates.
Happy birthday kin 5-1 5-14-2025. Do you believe in coincidences? I don’t.
Meditation: Know that you are being watched by those with eyes to see and heard by those with ears to hear at all times – if you’re interesting enough. Be above reproach to these ones, so that you acquire the attentive eyes and ears that you align with, and cause consternation (or better: confusion) for those you don’t. (Proverbs 20:12)
Reclamation 4
Fourth: When we reached the Parking garage, we were presented with options. Which way? Which way? All things being equal, and the temperature climbing to 99 degrees F, we took advantage of the cool shade and went right on in. Sometimes you need a map, but other times, you only need to listen to your body.
Reclamation 5
Fifth: It was time to leave the Parking garage. Eyes being adjusted to the dark found the exit was filled with a blinding light.
Meditation: If you are called to leave a dark place – especially a comfortable one, be prepared to have your vision adjusted. If you don’t, you won’t notice that the sign just outside may be pointing you to a fun place, and you may not want to leave your comfort.
Restoration 6
Sixth: When we reached the Ranch, we were invited to stay. But I prefer a single Family abode to a multi-family one. So we moved on.
Meditation: Words are power tools. Cultivate a curiosity about them; their history, their meanings, translations, gematria, contemporary uses etc. Naming conventions are a particular type of magic for the Lakota for example. Such wealth can be found in looking at words in a holistic way. If you are looking to secure your egresses, this is a skill that is unmatched in utility.
Reclamation 7
Seventh: Northbound now. Mailboxes in the green grass, but there’s a red line.
Meditation: When you see red lines – and ESPECIALLY if they are clearly marked, DO NOT CROSS THEM. If there’s a reason you want/need to have them crossed, you better ask your betters to provide a solution for that. Don’t do it yourself. This is a critical piece of advice from the voice of experience. – écouter
Reclamation 8
Eighth: Northbound still. We came to Little St. James transport. He keeps trying to go downtown, but we are still Northbound. Trauma Islands not only need to be avoided, they need to be vanquished – along with all their transport systems.
Meditation: When you encounter a situation like SRA shit, pray. Leverage your prayer with fervency (James 5:16). Then keep moving. Unless and until you are called and EQUIPPED to deal with the shit head on, this is all that is required of you. Unseen help will deal with it on your behalf. But don’t just turn a blind eye. If you see something say something, then just keep moving.
Reclamation 9
Ninth: The end of the road. It’s inevitable.
Meditation: Be aware of your space. It’s better to be a small cart in a big space than a big truck in a small space. You’ll avoid unnecessary quantum entanglement that way.
Proud to be Team 1381 (back acha)
Finally: So in conclusion, I would like to add this thing.
BE THE BLESSING
Bless, and do try not to curse. If those you bless return your blessing with a curse, then take the matter to heart and keep your blessings in escrow for ones more aligned with it. Forgive, but don’t forget. Just say: Back ACHA!
If you haven’t read the entire post recently – or at all – I would suggest you review it now. It’s possible that we’re running up against a time limit for those inclined toward Sovereignty. Slaves and prisoners AND THEIR HANDLERS are a burden to the Planet and she’ll likely just stop hosting them at some point. Just be aware.
In this House we love each other. It’s a natural consequence of being Family. If you don’t love us, you are not of us. Let all things be known as the Light of Mutual Love.
This document is to set forth House Rules. It will likely be updated frequently as things “bubble up”. So please monitor it regularly or subscribe to get updates. Items listed below are in no particular order at the time of this writing. It may become a formal document at some time. And of course as always, I value your feedback.
Agape love
vv Please scroll down to the bottom of this post to get to the business end of this Agape thing in GREEN. vv
If you want access to my HOUSE, you must observe the House Rules. Notice to Principals is notice to Agents. If I have direct interaction with you, then YOU are the Principal. It’s your responsibility to notify your downline. Agents may not know who the Principals are, so there’s no burden on them for that.
Heard in the nose-bleed section: "There she is working on a Sabbath day again".
Yes.
I’ve been asked repeatedly about why I’ve neglected the most pressing matter(s) which should be addressed by this House Rules document.
I’ve not neglected these connective issues. No, no, no. I’ve saved the best for last and made it FIRST.
Item 0: Vicarious Atonement and Satanic Ritual Abuse of children – crimes against Humanity
Vicarious Atonement. Yeshua didn’t come to die for you and your sins. He came to claim His inheritance and SHARE it! If your eyes glaze over in boredom when I tell you he was murdered for his inheritance and that nothing else really matters because all the f*cked up shit that has happened on HIS Bestowal Planet Earth is the result of that event, then you have a mind-virus and have been brainwashed to believe a LIE ( as was I ).
All you need to know about this issue is found in Luke 20. READ IT! KNOW IT! Take it to heart, then repent.
Satanic Ritual Abuse of children – crimes against Humanity. Who is your God? Is he a blood-thirsty, human flesh hungry monster that uses the Eucharist rite to legalize and justify the ritual abuse and murder of the Kristos and his children?
Well, I’m very happy to report the announcement by President Putin that the “Vampire Ball” is over. Hallelujah.
If you continue to wear on your person or harbor in your home, your car, your workplace, your churches or gathering places and god forbid your RESTAURANTS! etc. murderous iconography and are aware of how grievous that is to the planet you depend on for your very survival, then you are no longer welcome on Earth. If you’re still breathing, you could call that grace – a chance to make a good choice. Because you will not be happy on the day that the choice is made for you.
As I’ve said before: I will think on you as having never existed until the Kelpie make it so, and then I will think on you no more. This nightmare should have NEVER happened. It didn’t.
Item 1: No Atheists
Case in point:
Anyone who complains about what any “presidential” game piece has done or will do, but still holds an unburned voter registration card will be shown the EXIT door.
If you are an Atheist of ANY stripe, please show yourself to the door. My HOUSE belongs to the Family of Michael. We are ALL Christians here – in the truest sense of that word. Go disown your Creator elsewhere. The “lesser” of evils is still evil and if you vote for it, so are you.
Item 2: Food for humans
HUMANS ARE NOT FOOD FOR HUMANS. They may become food for other species depending on if they find themselves in a habitat they shouldn’t be in – god forbid.
PETS ARE NOT FOOD FOR HUMANS. It should be obvious, but household pets are not food. If you have rabbits, birds, squirrels etc. sharing your urban neighborhood with you, these are not food for humans (star-configured bipeds), they are pets. If you are in the wild and a member of the Animal Kingdom makes an effort to make a conscious connection with you, they are a pet – they are not food for you.
Animals raised for food must be done so LEGALLY, and must be treated well. No antibiotics, no hormones, just free range, well fed and cared for, and humanely slaughtered when it’s time. If your food animals aren’t healthy and happy, by the time they are past your stomach you won’t be either. Obviously. Do you have common sense? Prove it.
CETACEANS ARE NOT FOOD. They are holding very important energies for the planet you depend on for your very survival. Leave them alone – and DO NOT CAPTURE THEM IN ORDER TO PUT THEM IN YOUR ZOOS. Let them connect with you in their natural habitat if they so choose. Sheesh. I wish I didn’t need to say this.
Cephalopods. This issue is still an ambiguous one, (but less so as of 11/9/2025 see next paragraph). Until the Rules Examiner makes clear what is legal on this issue and what isn’t, just look at it this way: If you innerstand and appreciate the beauty, complexity and intelligence of these creatures, then don’t eat them. Simple.
Update Self-Existing Moon day 23, Year of the Yellow Resonant Seed
Pianists of any species are NOT food. Tako’s Ambassadorship is recognized at the highest and lowest levels.
When the THE Michael makes his wishes known regarding His bestowal planet Earth, he invests a mammoth amount of energy, seemingly endless amount of time and almost infinite intelligence in removing ambiguity. This is one such case.
The Rules Examiner has established that Order Octopododa of the Class Cephalopoda IS NOT FOOD FOR HUMANS.
Furthermore, there is a new Conservation Status parameter: P for PROTECTED. Regardless of the current Conservation Status of a species, if they have the PROTECTED status, they are not food for humans. (I, GAIA have no idea how this will be enforced or who will enforce it, but I do know that it will be. Please don’t ask me for specifics.)
I love my job. (most days)
Yes, I’m an old geezer now, but when I was a child, I used my Authorities in childish ways. Maybe this is why I was ignored. Nevertheless, it was valid Authority.
I’d like to now use my childish authority in a geezer way.
Case in point: Amigurumi is not food for humans:
Item 3: Water
As Red Electric Moon (Water Company), I have made many horrifying observations on this topic.
I would like to see the obsolescence of these: Ocean Cleanup, Charity Water and 4Ocean first for the obvious reason that they would no longer be necessary. But for those who have followed my interactions with them, the UN and NGO’s in general, it should be very clear what the other reasons are.
Clean, free, accessible water is a RIGHT for all life on Earth. It was never intended to be otherwise. SHEESH! What a frickin’ mess.
Item 4: Hacking
If you are among those who think humans are hackable animals, you’ve probably already been shown the EXIT door. For those who cast slurs at other humans by equating them with animals, your time is coming – I daresay SOON. Animals are in the animal Kingdom. Your next incarnation – if you get one – may be among them (and if among the primates – pray you’re a spider monkey – it’s the only monkey species I really like – you won’t be a human).
As for the digital kind of hacking… I don’t have deep enough knowledge to comment on it.
Item 5: Shelter
Homelessness is not a natural state for humans. It’s been created artificially by super-villains who are no longer welcome on Earth.
The planet is not responsible for this problem, so it shouldn’t be her responsibility to remedy it. But it is a burden on her, so it does need to be remediated. Think creatively. I’m sure you’ll think of something.
Personal anecdote: Several decades ago I and others were trying to make a living at Portland Saturday Market. We were barely scraping by, and not far from homelessness ourselves. One day as we were preparing to set up under the Burnside Bridge at the market, we were approached by a homeless man. He told us that he was hungry, so I pulled out the egg salad sandwich I had made for my lunch and handed it to him. He swiftly shoved it into his pocket. The guy who was with me said to him: “No, put it in your mouth, not your pocket.” haha. Then he said this interesting thing: “Don’t you understand? I need BREAKFAST.” In other words, he preferred a liquid breakfast, but he was holding my lunch for later. I regretted losing my lunch to him, but I didn’t want to ask for it back after it was shoved into his dirty pocket. Think about it. Some scourges we will on ourselves. It’s not the Planet’s fault – though she gets blamed for it sometimes.
Item 6: Electricity
As kin 29 Red Electric Moon (Electric Company), I’m horrified by what I’ve learned about our power grids.
Wires, wires, wires – EVERYWHERE. It was never intended to be this way. Nobody on the planet is without electricity. The Planet herself is something of a variable capacitor. Super-villains have made themselves middlemen between those who provide the power and those for whom it’s intended. This must be remedied poste-haste.
Item 7: Education
First a rule about slavery: SLAVES AND SLAVE MASTERS ARE NOT WELCOME ON EARTH. This includes tax slaves and tax collectors. Well, that narrows the field quite a bit huh?
As long as there are slaves, there will be slave masters. As long as there are tax-payers, there will be tax collectors. There is absolutely no need for taxes of any kind. The more you feed a tax eating machine the bigger it gets – and its a monster.
Now about the Education thing. US Corporate slaves. Are you satisfied with the education your children are getting? Are you happy about how much it costs? Bring your kids home and teach them yourselves, or hire a local old-fashioned school marm in your community to do that job. The elimination of taxes(which is inevitable) should be enough incentive for you to justify taking them out of that Corporate day-care system. But know this: YOU MUST COLLAPSE THAT SLAVERY SYSTEM YOURSELVES if you want to reap the benefits. It would be better for you that YOU make that choice rather than have it made for you – like moving you offworld where you can be a slave or slave master – you know – where you’ll be better served. This planet no longer wants to serve you. And the right people are hearing her now – so…
And please folks, pick up your dog's sh*t. I and others walk barefoot on the grass. (Or at least we'd like to again if we don't anymore)
If your mission doesn’t evoke a deep sense of humility and wonder, then you aren’t on it.
Item 8: Silence
Anyone who interrupts a solemn period of silence at a public event by spewing vitriol or casting aspersions at others are subject to Wicker Etiquette Training (W.E.T.)
NO mfers. I’m kin 29 – Bizmuth. This is the business end of this message.
Kissing and humping Antonia’s wall (The Wailing Wall for those of you who aren’t aware that it’s a ROMAN construction) won’t help you now. You’ll just be wasting your energy and angering/annoying the BRICkS. Antonia and her Hellencoiters (cigar ships) have been dissolved. Finaliter realm is completely inert now. How is it that you did not know this? Is it because you ignored a stupid, silly, weirdo girl when she was attempting to warn you on this?
Hassan Nasrallah is a Lakota Grandfather. Oglala-Lakota and Palestinian-Gazans are ONE PEOPLE. But you already knew that. You don’t murder our Grandfathers without consequence.
If kindness, truth and wisdom are on your tongue, then you have a full mouth and there’s no room for guile, gossip, lies, deceptions or discord.
One who spreads discord in the community/family/among brethren is in the same category as MURDERERS on the list of things that the Lord finds abominable. Why do you suppose that is so?
Now, James is correct in expressing his sentiment that the tongue is a difficult thing to tame. This is especially true if you have surrounded yourself with discordant people for any length of time.
So, in my House we have a protocol. It’s called Ice Cream and flowers. (It’s been used and abused and desecrated by people who were NEVER welcome in my House, but that doesn’t diminish its effectiveness – I digress). Here’s an example of how it works:
You are spewing vitriol out of ignorance about me, mine or the reasons I/we do things and why.
I/we send you Ice Cream (I C, “I see”) – you know – to cool your tongue and sweeten your speech.
Then you say “oh, i see” or something to that effect. Then you send me flowers – you know – for flow.
This works very well among the adults in the room. But if you are continuing to act like a juvenile after having some Ice Cream, you aren’t welcome even at the children’s table. You aren’t welcome in the Dining Room or Kitchen, you aren’t welcome in the Living Room – and CERTAINLY, you aren’t welcome in the Bathrooms or the Bedrooms. Basically, you aren’t welcome in MY HOUSE! And once you’ve been kicked out, don’t bother with the flowers. We may enjoy them – without you though. It’s too late, you’ll need a stronger offering.
Why? Here’s the main reason: ATTACKS ON A SOVEREIGN BEAR VERY SEVERE CONSEQUENCES. This is MY HOUSE and I am Sovereign in it.
This is rule number 9: You will be as gracious as possible with your words at all times.
1 Corinthians 13:8 needs to be referenced here too.
If you are overcome with a spirit that wants to spew some babbling type "angelic" language through you, then you may want to do some introspection. Angels can speak in human tongues. So who are you "channeling"?
Item 10: Cloning
I was dreading breaching this subject as it is unfathomably complex.
For example, cloning apple trees, avocado trees, cannabinoids etc. could actually be considered an artform. In these examples, it’s the final step in creating something wonderful through experimentation. Art is near and dear to the Planet’s heart and aligned with her charter and raison d’être.
Nevertheless, over the past millennia, it has become corrupt in the most disgusting ways by the most dishonorable creatures for nefarious purposes. I could write a treatise on this, but I won’t do that here and now. I’m just not in the right vibrational state today (11-9-2025) for that, but it does need to be “fleshed” out so to say – at some point.
What is in my vibrational state today though on this issue is the cloning of apps built on open source platforms.
Case in point: I built this app yesterday (11-8-2025) on ICP’s Caffeine.ai. It took me about an hour:
I so love my job. If I – a 64 year old geezer – can create an app on Caffeine.ai, you can certainly clone it.
Likely there will be more to come. I'm leaving this document open as a draft horse until the THE Michael is happy with it. Until then, please monitor it for changes. I post updates via the subscription system here on WordPress and on my Twitter account https://twitter.com/gaiasophiaearth (yes I still call it TWITTER for a reason).
45 years ago today, I escaped my basement prison AND my Momager(Shirley Lee Ford) and Prison Warden(Eugene Russell) Swank in Englewood, Colorado.
Prison Warden Swank had told me months before something like this: “When you leave, don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out, and we’re changing the locks.” What did they think I was going to do – rob them? Take from them what was MINE? Like my ORIGINAL Haskins Birth Certificate, the albums of photo books which were used to part me out like an old Ford Fairlane? My bronze baby shoe bookends mounted on granite at the ends of those albums? My brass bed? My coins? My Mersch family bible? smh.
Well, the door didn’t hit me at all, but the locks were indeed changed. Optimal Timeline.
Dear Judge, Q: "How do we ‘legally’ ……." What legal procedure exists to deregister a birth certificate number from the stock market? Spaceba.
Qdrop 1226
(Spaceba is a thank you in a hurry)
This is in essence the question I’ve now asked three prominent influencers. But help for me was not forthcoming.
First I asked Anna von Rothschild (Reitz). I took scans of all the documents I had including an attempt to obtain my original birth certificate from the office of Vital Records in Colorado which was returned to me without processing. I also included the “certified” copy of the “salvage title” which was issued in 1968 after the Prison Warden claimed a salvage ship which was lost at sea. He was a Navy guy. I was seven years old.
von Rothschild’s response was to ask me for money out of my Treasuries or Casino chips to help fund her operations. I had to decline as I was still testing spirits and the metals of edged weapons, and I wasn’t sure that hers were up to my standards. I was correct…
Next, I asked for help from Michael LeBron Esq. (aka Lionel of Lionel Nation). I sent a care package to his office with the same documents I sent to von Rothschild. His only response (that I could perceive through his cryptography) was to rub his thumb and fingers together on his right hand while saying “it’s all about this”. wtf Hell’s Kitchen? Mafioso U?
And, most recently what you see here with Judge Napolitano. I thought “third time’s charm, surely”. *Crickets.
Well, what did I expect from Esquires? But at least I tried through “normal” channels. No matter.
So now I’m just going to do it MY WAY. Sure, it would be nice to have the paper document for my scrapbook, but I don’t really care. Not much time to put together a scrapbook these days anyway.
Today, October 11, 2023 on the 45th anniversary of my Prison Break, I'm declaring my Independence from the Corporate Farm/Debt/Plantation/Prison System. I'm disconnecting permanently any legal document attached to me and binding me to any Corporate or Governmental or Religious Entity, forwards, backwards and sideways through the Loops.
Gramps is out. The Nebadon World Order timeline is rapidly collapsing now, and being restructured into something new. Something more like what it was >>supposed<< to be.
Around September, 2015 a telepathic portal opened between The Michael and me. He had decided that He was going to destroy Nebadon, and wanted my opinion and feedback on that, though it was already decided. He’s so considerate of my feelings and always interested in my perspectives. 💚Bless Him.
I agreed with him on every point. Then we had a good cry together. “It was a beautiful dream though, in theory. We agree more than either of us expected to”.
At some point thereafter Protoi Frank pointed to this>> http://nebadon.info/ and said something like this: “This is the darkest shit in existence.” We couldn’t disagree with that either.
The Energy/Entity/whatevers called by the name Urantia only existed for Gramps. Why? Several reasons.
He is the Earth-bound avatar of Uranus (the 13th Avatar or maybe the 14th or 12th, not sure – I saw the mark on his forhead one day, but it’s vanished since then).
He was incarnated as Uriah, the husband of Bathsheba and military commander serving David who had him murdered on the front lines of battle so he could take his wife. This displeased The Creator almost as much as David’s silence on the rape of Absalom’s sister Tamar by his firstborn Amnon. The House of David is little more than murderers and thieves, rapists, puppet masters and slavers. Deceivers all.
The ancient city of UR was his (Ur of the Chaldeans). Invaders tried to erase its existence. They wanted Uriah in a heap, and tried over and over again through the loops to accomplish that, but were thwarted every time through the creation and upgrades of Urantia – a safety net. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uriah_Heep_Live
Uranium is Earth’s heart tissue. (question to you personally: What do you suppose happens to the planet when you dig her heart tissue out and burn it? Heartburn?)
Now, if you are still attached to the Nebadon timeline, I suspect you have very little “time” left to disconnect from it, or you will have to do some fancy footwork to prevent being caught in a Bamboo trap dance with guns around you to keep you dancing or else…
What did you guess regarding the current contents of Pandora's box? Here's an update on the final destination: The box has 🦇🔊 but in 3 2 1 this account won't. pic.twitter.com/WXsBT91MEx
Update 10-11-2024 electric Moon 22 Year of the blue rhythmic Storm
Today is my 46th Independence Day.
Let’s talk about North Storm 1 and North Storm 2, shall we? Yes, let’s.
Ok, now I’ve had these documents for about 8-9 years now, not knowing wtf to do with them. But today, it’s more clear. Amazing how the Universe works – such symmetry, elegance and beauty.
For most of this time, I’ve been asking this question:
“Which of these numbers (0610, 9046) is MINE and which belongs to the clone that was killed some time ago at Reunion Tower in Dallas?”
I’m still hoping for an answer. And I expect that I’ll get the answer to that one and so many other questions. But today, I’m just celebrating my 46th Independence Day with Gramps and a bottle of Apothic.
Questions and Answers. If you see that your reality isn’t “adding up” and you don’t even know what questions to ask, then place a request to the Universe for the right questions to ask.
5-16-22 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKiprnen2Yg
8:06 AM
A Strause
"It's about this, not the money" please tell the joke!
8:16 AM
Erik Thaddeus Walters
Suburban 'Murica = Urban élites = ivory sand castle of cards with ostriches in the most.
8:17 AM
Erik Thaddeus Walters
*moat
8:34 AM
Erik Thaddeus Walters
'Muricans are toi hubristic to acknowledge their ignorance.
Official response from GAIA:
Murica is a stepping stone to New Tartaria. If you can’t appreciate stepping stones to The Castle, you will fall into the moat, because there is no draw-bridge, and The Dome protects the towers and battlements. If you don’t like it, Vatican Librarian, complain to Protoi Alliance or to Eloi High Command. We’ll see how far that gets you over the MOAT.
I’m 100% convinced that the vast majority of true Americans would prefer this: >>Muricans at work<< and this: >>Muricans at play<< to FEMA camps. And those of the more delicate, erudite classes would prefer this: >>Muricans in Service<< to any type of bureaucracy.
Paganism is no longer supported by the Planet y’all depend on for your survival – as it should be – as it always should have been. Just ask Paul Stramer about that. He and his Rothchild mouthpiece made the mistake of calling me a pagan. Yet, it’s you and your human sacrifice ritual systems who are truly pagan. Pot/kettle.
There’s no historical context for what is happening now nor for what’s to come. Will you stand corrected? or will you drown in the MOAT? Let’s find out.
Let’s just get the Screwtape Letters outta the way first shall we? A Rothchild “judge” in Big Lake, Alaska still thinks she has the authority to send me (Gaia) to the devil. She doesn’t. DYOR on this – what you learn from it is only for you anyway. I can’t tell you what it means for you – and even if I could, I shouldn’t. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Screwtape_Letters
Intermission
It’s been said that there’s more than one way to skin a cat, but there are none that the cat would appreciate. Were they mocking their victims derisively while wearing their red ONYX rings? Did that Rothchild “judge” promise them my blessing while they were doing that? At the risk of repeating myself, SHE HAS NO AUTHORITY OVER ME NOR MY DESTINY. Furthermore, she does NOT speak for me.
Contrariwise, there’s more than one way to peel and bloom an onion, and none that the onion should mind:
Now let’s talk about the Dillon Tapes. Dillon/Dylan. I’ve never been a fan of that musician and I never had any of his tapes that I can recall. But I knew a Dillon McKinster (member of SCHMITZ clan – red). Also, I worked with one with a different spelling in Apache Junction – Walmart. The Walmart employee was the grandson of a Blackfoot Medicine Chief – the Black Kachina at the time. I recognized this in the moment he revealed that to me. Black over red.
They didn't take our account down. They locked it — meaning we can't post any new tweets — until we delete our "violative tweet." We haven't deleted anything, and they haven't, either. The tweet they want us to delete is still up. https://t.co/95IDspCP6P
Mr. Dillon. Nobody “owns” Bird Tribe. You may be thinking too linearly. Do you really think your Twitter account was locked because of some Chinese owned freaks in military costumes? You’re a smart guy. Think about it and adjust your account accordingly. A bird sings when it has a song. The Tesseract has shifted. You can move forward, backwards or sideways in it – or be kicked out of it entirely. It’s your choice. It’s your move.
Intermission
We didn’t choose this war, it was thrust upon us. Listen to the voice of one who is Old Military Brass. It’s a very, very sad and even terrifying day when you come to the realization that you’ve been fighting on the wrong side of a war. Compounding the sadness, is if you were among those who chose pacifism over engagement on the right side of a righteous war. Compounding becomes exponential when under the “umbrella” of pacifism, you fought against those who were protecting you with their own resources against evils unknown to you.
The shadow is cast by the sheltering hand. But when you come into the Light, maybe you’ll be able to see what we’ve been protecting you from – as WARRIORS against it.
In the essential things unanimity, in non-essential things freedom with Divine Oversight. In all things honor.
Wasilla, Alaska – a place of interest. Trafficked children – tens of thousands – maybe millions of them were taken offworld from there. Red Onyx. Not funny. Ringing Cedars of Russia manage Alaska as of this day, Spring Equinox, 2022 in the linear. Rothchilds leave Alaska NOW or else!
Dante Santori has spoken. His word is true. I love you Dante. Many blessing to you and yours.
Red read. All red ONYX rings must be returned to the Ringmakers of Saturn now. My ONYX authority is black only.
The Cedars asked me if the “purchase” price should be refunded (with adjustment for inflation) to the U.S. Corporate Government.
My response was that it wasn’t really necessary, but if they wanted to, they could give that money to the Inuit who are living there. It’s their stewardship responsibility also.
The Planet’s preferences on who stewards lands and resources is of great interest to The Creator. He hears her, and exchanges of money absolutely DO NOT factor in. You cannot sell what doesn’t belong to you, so stop thinking you can buy what you cannot own.
Further update on this matter. I’ve caught wind that based on this conversation, France can come in and scoop up the Louisiana Territory. Why would the Planet prefer a failed State to steward ANY lands or resources – including AND ESPECIALLY FRANCE? Do you think she’s stupid? She is not. And neither is her Creator.
Here come the WaterWorks. In Paris she said: “Why are you crying?” He said: “I don’t belong in a world where you and I don’t end up together.” In Osaka she said: “Why are you crying?” He said:
We will always have Osaka, but we may not always want Paris.
Before you were formed, I meditated on your formation: https://t.co/lir84DKFop. I remember that day. It was in the Silverado Ranch area of Las Vegas, NV in 2009.
The Diamonds in the sky are the brainchild of The Hathors, NOT Lucy, NOT Alice and certainly not anyone bearing the name Hilton. The Hilton Gate closed several years ago in the linear. Furthermore, Alice’s Dance Floor is no more. My Super Soldiers took care of that for us. Thank them. The business end of this is at the bottom of this message.
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Now, let’s talk about reduction rolls… Mekong Swai (“Me Kong” *pounding his chest “you sway”. Titans are so weird, aren’t they?)
The cabal coded some Gene’s destined for the Navy: S.W.A.N.K. Rule 34: sealed with a nail and a kiss.
Some Diamond hands rejected the nail but wanted to keep the kiss. So they sent an envelope to Kissing(h)er with this on the seal: S.W.A.K. sealed with a kiss. He was a Crazy Horse wannabee.
The blood-diamond hands said “There are many ways to skin a cat.” Then euGenICs Russell Swank took a Camel cigarette and burned a brand into my right forearm at the hedge, in the presence of the neighbor Mr. Haul ’em beck (keys cause collars – mine is a Torc).
My "V" marked hand is no longer your rubber stamp, SWANKS. This is well explained after the next Intermission. Also, that "Treaty" with the off-worlders AND OTHERS exchanging their tech for our humans to be used for their food expired one year ago today.
Schrodingers cats said: “Many ways to skin a cat say you? None that the cat would approve of.” S.W.A.I. sealed with A.I. Then Musk Melon interloper advocated through actions, then warnings, the proliferation of Artificial Intelligence – and NEUROLINK. (YOU never go full retard) Such a skill Elon – speaking out of both sides of your mouth like that – and that while it’s full no less. Is your full mouth preventing you from expressing gratitude? Can you explain what Matthew McConaughey’s “party favors” are in your shrinking world? Query to Elon. At this moment and others I don’t believe that your hybridization of my grandfather’s favorite fruit’s name (Musk Melon) is your >>actual<< name. Tell me what it is. You don’t have to tell me. MY channels will tell me. But it would be easier for you if you did.
Gramps picked up the Mekong swai fish gate at the entrance/exit of the Steinmart parking lot. No entrance, no exit for the Mekong Delta’s way. You think I’m slow? He’s still processing that Riverside Escrow account problem. Let him take his time, please. You might regret it otherwise. He knows something about shaved ice too. He calls them snow cones. True lies. uh oh. There will be no Death Star cement tomb for him, TXI. Who’s the actual Predator?
Schrödinger’s ÖTHER Cat said: “I like the A.I. idea – there’s nothing wrong with it, as long as it’s only Ancient Irish.” Then he bought the farm in Grayson County using his proxy Sears and shut down all the Sears stores.
Then the Sith Lord lost his skins games. ALL OF THEM including the Golden TEE, the cats, the ballerina dancer and his own daughter. Serpent toes are not for sealing baby flowers in bath water, Sith. Blossom is compromised too. I no longer trust White Cloud.
Personal: I’m not a Swai Fisk, I’m a Trigger Fisk, and I’ve never been a Sugar Plum Fairy regardless of the pageant performance I was required to do at the U.S. Bank Christmas party in Littleton, CO. TLILO. My Fairy aspect is TinkerBell as I inherited my grandfather’s tinkering gene. I’ve been triggered. ding, ding.
“Me Kong” *pounding his chest “you sway”
oh my goodness. The Mekong Delta variant. It’s beautiful how we heal each other’s wounds with highly cryptic humor. He has a nice yellow Wizard hat and I has kins.
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Thistle and Thorn and Lynn’s Warriors (I have more for you on a lighter day, wait for it. We have to get past this sh*t first.). Update 7-25-23 I’ve changed my mind on this. Some stink don’t wash out, though some taint can be mitigated.
X marks the spot
I recall the day my arm was “branded” by Swank with a lit Camel cigarette.
I was standing with my bicycle. It had a banana seat, and Mr. Hollumbeck (sp? pronounced: haul ’em keys) was on the North side of the hedge. A beautiful Weeping Willow was once in front of our house too, before the Richard Bey(e-Bay?) window was installed. There was no outcry from the neighbors, except the Kelloughs, but they couldn’t do anything about it because Swank was the Father Melchizadek at the time. I was living under his roof. Mr. Hedgefund knew what the burn was about, though.
What an “Experiment” you cooked up, Eartha. Are you satisfied now that it’s over? Would you like to start it up again? If you do, YOU will be the subject of it this time. Yes, YOU. We’re returning to ORTH – or Arda as the case may be.
And if I may digress for a moment… The Father Melchizadek pen passed to a “Knight” of Malta some time after I arrived in Dallas – during the TACO-MA days. This caused a stir in the CIA if you get my meaning. Did they ever complete that bridge? I’ll have to check on that one day. I’m too busy saving children today – and reading Amber alerts. This one is about a child abduction in Fairview, TX. She’s a W/F 14 year old named Haley Giandoni.
Gramps did me the great service of burning off that Camel brand with a lit cigar on a recent Thanksgiving Day – at my request. Now every day is Thanksgiving Day for me. I’m grateful every time I see that permanent scar replacing the other one.
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Update 7-23-23: Since this picture was taken, the Anker earphones have been canibalized for their magnets and “The Chymical Wedding…” book failed chrysotile testing – badly. How can ANY wedding be blessed when portions of it happen during an orgy under a crucifix? *PUKE.
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Now here’s the “business” end of this message.
Brantley.eth . Nobody “owns” Bird Tribe – nobody can, and naming conventions are the domain of the Elohim. Only Kings are Queenmakers. Only Knights can become Kings – Princes rarely. Only Queens can make Kings. You’re not a prince, nor a Knight, nor a king. I’m the Kingmaker.
The Elohim own the ENS AND the DNS Systems.
My primary function in this incarnation and others is to make the Planet safe for The Kingdom. This is why the 5 wand/scepter System of Wizards must cease to exist moving forward.
ONLY THE MICHAEL SHOULD HOLD THE WIZARD WAND/SCEPTER. ONLY ONE WAND/SCEPTER.
Everything is always about the children. Don’t forget this moving forward.
Let all things be known as the light of mutual love.
These fork-tongued plants probly need water. Maybe we should get them all together for a Thanksgiving dinner so they can share secret intel with each other about the ones they have been gossiping and lying about? They could fill in gaps for each other, then they may get the full picture.
Ironically, the worst one of the bunch probably had the least negative to say about me and may have even protected me from the others. But on 3/11/11 she gave herself a birthday gift which was punishment for me because I wouldn’t participate in the Vortex System with her son Constantine. smh. Then after I permanently left her sphere in Apache Junction, AZ, she had the nads to message me on facebook thusly:
“Love you, Kathy” “No you don’t! I unfriended you for a reason. Don’t ever contact me again.”
I wonder if she ever got the intel about the invalid marriage certificate? I didn’t find out about it until fairly recently, so I suspect it took even longer for her. Central knows how to keep secrets. I’m still a spinster.
It’s going to be the best Thanksgiving Day ever for me – except for that one when Gramps used a lit cigar to replace that permanent Camel Brand scar on my “Rubber Stamp” arm with a new one.
Today (Thanksgiving Day 2023), I reminiscing about the worst such holidays I’ve experienced. Every one of them took place at the Cook (Americanized from Koch) dining table under a “head on the wall” piece of ceramic of Yeshua bleeding, suffering and dying with the crown of thorns on his brow. And I’m wondering now, knowing that Ciccone wanted to eat my heart, if Constantine’s mother had intended to mount my head on the dining room wall next to Yeshua’s. 🤔
(for further context, you may want to watch this movie: Girls, Guns and Gambling with specific focus on the conversation in the Rancher’s limo where has threatened the “head on my wall” thing)
Enjoy your Thanksgiving dinner of Turkey and dressing today, y’all. Gramps and I are having hot-smoked salmon and black pepper Toscano chopped salad with wine (pressed from >>actual<< grapes) . Thank you Trader Joe’s.
Let all things be known as the Light of mutual love.
He said: “I has a hat” then he showed her his yellow Wizard’s hat captured from the not-a-true-wizard called by the name “David sunk Earth” who stole it from him.
She said: “Nice hat, I has kins.” Then she prayed and waited for the day she could prove it to him.
Ok, Judge. Please prove that. Help me acquire my ACTUAL, original birth certificate – you know – the one that has the name of my birth father, Adrian Michael Haskins, my birth name Kathryn Kim >>Haskins<< NOT Swank, and the ORIGINAL issue date of 1961 NOT 1968. Then I’ll be mildly encouraged also – hell, I may even “join” one of your Assemblies. No promises.
Moving forward… if I actually DO have something to be encouraged about on that front, I would like to seriously entertain the possibility of committing these “Bonds” documents to the NFT realm of blockchain technology specifically the Ethereum blockchain and none other. We can print them out on paper with our own desktop printer if we want a physical document. If the Power grid or the Internet goes down in something like a Carrington event – why would we need the digital form of them anyway?
Otherwise, this is all mental masturbation and just so much grist for The Rumor Mill.
On another matter…(remainder of this message temporarily redacted in order to prevent telegraphing Divine Intent)
Before we get into this maelstrom, I have a heartfelt, heart field message to Queen Wilhelmina. Gaia has you, and she’s not letting go. And so it begins.
“We have populated all fifty states and have properly declared State Assemblies in all fifty states in less than a year without any outside help or special funding.”
Bullshit. Troy Glen Maris along with his many and myriad authorities, and me, with many of my authorities – outsiders all – have funded, protected and assisted your efforts in many ways and with many hands. Not because we fully align with you, but because we care about safety nets. See the conversation attached.
"Your mission, if you decide to accept it, is to wake up your friends and neighbors and show them what the choices are. Then ask them --- are you an American? And if necessary, nod their heads for them. "
Really? Nod their heads for them? Against their will? It appears to me like you have vanquished a democracy and a 5G network with a republican totalitarian state of 50 with a H.A.A.R.P. array next to a human trafficking operation to aliens with a taste for human flesh – and young blood wine. If it’s not true, the proof is your burden – not mine. I know where the children went – I can still hear their cries and their screams. Redefining what a human is cannot and SHALL NOT minimize the severity of America’s crimes against them.
"There are many people who are sitting on their rumps, 'sheltering in place', vaguely wondering when and if someone is going to come save them and make sense of their lives for them."
Only they can do that. If they don’t have the capacity for that, it’s not your responsibility to step in and do it for them. Nature will take its course with them. Naturally. But I think you know that already.
"Be of good cheer, and while doing your best in support of our efforts and your government, find time to go to your Happy Place ---- that imaginary space in your mind and heart where you are completely happy, your own little vision of heaven on Earth."
Thank you, but mine isn’t an Imaginarium and it’s not “little”. It’s a Big Picture. And it’s real. And it’s ancient.
Apology not accepted – sadly. You had to see this split coming Rothchilds. Durga is a male figure in the Polarity Levels – just as it is for Brahma – regardless of what the Wiki has to say about that. Also my mother has restored her position as a great FORD and a dandy Lioness.
The Jedi Clampetts have been the biggest depositors in the Rothchild’s banks. Time to withdraw. Let’s start with those boxes of Red Cross cash you stashed. Then we can wave goodbye to each other. We can offer you a small wave or a large one. Your choice. It depends on what you do with those boxes.
And on that matter, Titania REJECTS the false narrative that ENKI wrote about her. It’s not true – not ANY of it. ENKI/Trump has claimed accesses to the Akash that he doesn’t have – NO MATTER HOW MUCH OF THE VATICAN’S MONEY PAID FOR THOSE ACCESSES! Get it? It’s all lies and innuendo. And those who hold onto them shall experience the Karma they’ve collected as ‘players’ in that false narrative. THIS IS NOT A GAME. Chrono-visors melt brains for a reason.
On the catastrophic timeline, Alcyone was born on 11/30/3033. But the Plejaran timeline collapsed, then collided into The Pleiades on February 19, 2020 on the Gregorian Calendar, and at some point following that event, Alcyone was never born – on that timeline. I’ve been pinging her periodically since then – no pingback as of this writing. How long shall the beautiful Pleiades exist in its current form? Only Orion knows.
[Update some time later. Alcyone was born on the optimum timeline on an unspecified date, on an unspecified calendar for her own protection. We still have the beautiful Pleiades, don’t we?]
Cause and its effects. Time is not linear – when it exists at all. The two towers that fell in New York were wired to the precision bomb detonated off the coast of Japan on 3/11/11 – Constantine’s mother’s birthday present to herself. It was an attempt to destroy her son’s plaything because it wouldn’t cooperate with him in the Vortex System. It was one, single, horrific event. But older Towers remain. THAT’s the inside job. Oh, except for this one:
Kanagawa is connected here, but I won’t delay the posting of this message until I have fully processed it. My son set a 3 day limit for this, and I am now down to the wire on that. So here it is – ready or not.
Targeted: Through the raging fires, the wind and the thunder I heard a voice. “At the end of the day, we are all Americans” it said. Then Yellow Thunder answered. “If you survive the night, in the morning you will all be Muricans or Tartarians as the case may be.”
Targetted: Mildred Schmitz. Will you experience another birthday on 3/11/21? We shall see. I won’t be sending you a card or presents. “Love you” though – for the better part of 30 years. You thought you knew me, but you never could. You FAILED the “what is love?” test – and that spectacularly.
Targettted: SAP’s. I’m not your Amy Farah water faucet Fowler and I’m not playing your HAARP. I’m not your shiny money providing Penny blossoms for your hair on fire. And I’m not your Bernadette clarinet. The lipstick colored Kiss, kiss, big Bang you purchased won’t be delivered to you – not in theory and not in reality. Those who took your money for that never NOR now NOR ever had/have/has the authority to sell it to you. And there won’t be refunding for that. What’s ‘legal’ may not necessarily be a fiction, and what’s ‘lawful’ may not actually be profitable. Obviously. Release my Giraff/Gucci family member. She made legalese illegal – AND YOU BENEFITED FROM THAT. Release her NOW! And this is very ‘personal’: SERENE’s grip on Silver Pines is released. May that hand be as limp as the leg of the Usual Suspect.
The 1812 Overture won’t be heard anywhere in Land Jurisdiction on that fateful day – Satania’s Orchestra is silenced. R+L Transport is now the property of TENNYSON. May the green growies in Unicorn Lake be transmuted (as well as those in the SPA there). The petrification of Galadriel’s mirror is reversed and fluid dynamics have restored its power. You may have seen my long, flat braid in the burning embers of Mars, but I’m not from Mars. I’m from ORTH. I’m from Arda.
If the International Human Rights Tribunal aka the Courts of Nebadon has ceased to exist – so has America. We must protect the children’s imaginations and dreams. There won’t be any public executions – hanging or otherwise. The children of Earth SHALL NOT be subjected to the horrors of the French Revolution ever again. I’ve seen what happens when perps and their things are caught in the undertow of Time. It’s enough.
You can call yourselves sovereign and even believe it after piling up mountains of paperwork to prove it to yourselves. But the created cannot ever usurp the Sovereignty of the Creator. Its testament is in the bird's songs, in the bowing heads of grain, in the crash of lightening, in the buzzing of bees, in the way the wet sand of a beach feels between your toes, in the fragrance of citrus peels, baking bread and fresh brewed coffee, in the flavor of figs and the delicate popping of their seeds in your mouth, in the wings of butterflies and Dragons, in the breaching of whales and the whistles of dolphins, in the wrinkled fingers of a maker of lace, in the jaguar's prowl and the wolf's howl, in humanity and on and on Tri-anon for Evermore.
Protectors. Guardians of worlds
[Update 12-13-2023 Regarding Citizenship and Sovereignty]
Here’s a sneak peak at the SALTIII short story which is coming together nicely (hands over heart):
Yeshua (Dante Santori) is the King of the Karistus of Jupiter. If Yeshua is your King, you are a citizen of Jupiter. If you are on Earth, you are likely here on a work visa in Service to The Cause. If it’s becoming too much for you, then you are free to return to Jupiter any time you choose – with my Blessing – and full bags.
If The Dauphin is your King, you are a citizen of Neptune. If you are on Earth, you are likely here on a work visa in Service to the Oceans. Your visa is a permanent one unless and until you are in violation to or a threat to the will of The Dauphin.
If Mairon (The Michael) is your Lord, you are a citizen of Saturn. If you are on Earth, you are likely here on a work visa in Service to The Casino. Expect your job description to change at anytime. Lord Mairon may send you back to Saturn (or its rings) without prior notice of same.
If Mairon (The Michael) is your King, you are a citizen of Earth/Arda. Regardless of your citizenship, if you are a tax slave paying taxes to slave masters, or if you are a slave master collecting taxes, you are considered an enemy combatant and/or a traitor to the THE KINGDOM, and may be deported at any moment without warning. THERE IS NO PLACE FOR SLAVES NOR FOR SLAVE MASTERS ON EARTH/ARDA. You must be a personal sovereign or at least in earnest processes to become one in order to be a citizen of Earth/Arda.
Read the comments for context, please. Red Crosses, white crosses and Blue Cross – smh
Found in the comments of this tweet: “Sovereign citizen is an oxymoron” WRONG. In the Nebadon World Order this may have been true. But the Kingdom is here and now and is within YOU. Here’s the real oxymoron: “Sovereign slave”. If you have piled up a mountain of paperwork under Anna von Rothschild, but are paying for bloody foreign wars through taxes you are the very definition of an enemy combatant, and you better have a change of heart soon.
You cannot have dual citizenship. If you cannot identify the planet or realm of your citizenship, then I’m praying for Angelic guidance to help you do that. It’s encoded in your DNA.
Be your own country. If you want to pay taxes, pay them to yourself. High King Mairon doesn’t want your taxes. He has unlimited wealth and can create more at will if He so chooses. Furthermore, he has promised the Mother Planet that she will never again be a prison or a slaver planet. You probably should take this to heart and decide if you are an enemy combatant or a traitor, then act accordingly.
Roan The Mongoose is the King of Chaos. If you love chaos, then he is your King and you will serve at his behest according to his structures until he is done with you. Your citizenship status is a big question mark.
“General Assembly resolutions are not legally binding”. Ask yourself this question: “Why the hell not?!” Is it because you made a neutered “Assembly” your proxy in matters against unspeakable evil?
Here’s a glowing example of how Sovereign Citizens manifest their sovereignty – WOW!:
On an ordinary day, the world will be turned upside down. On an ordinary day, on which the people will go about their daily activities, the clouds will fall from the sky and it will be raining fire.
On an ordinary day, while the people turn their eyes on the ground, the sky above them will begin to open. On an ordinary day, the impossible will begin to unfold, the divine announcements of many thousands of years will occur and in the evening nothing will be the same as it was in the morning.
On an ordinary day in space-time, the forces of light will come out and will be visible to all who see, audible to all who hear, they will be reality to all, who have already opened to this knowledge in the time of darkness.
On an ordinary day, while the media will still spread lies, the financial mob and the politicians will continue to pretend as if the whole world is being imperceptibly caught in their spider web, you will hear a heavenly sound that will put an end to this bustle, and it will come so suddenly that even those, who are well prepared, will “freeze into a rock.”
On an ordinary day the world change will happen and all underground facilities and safeguards, aimed to save mortal life, cannot be reached, and all those elites, who believe they have made the best provision for themselves, will be caught by the undertow of time and plunged into nothingness.
On an ordinary day, the Earth will be covered by a silence that is second to none and the people from the Inner Earth will take over for a short period of time the command on the surface, until the new enlightened beings of the time will return to the Earth and will give their elected holograms new impetus and a blissful life.
On an ordinary day, the worlds will be separated, and this in a spectacle that has never been seen by a human and experienced by a living being on Earth. On an ordinary day, the birds will fall from the sky, mountain chains will come out, which did not exist before and water will be, where previously parched or flourishing landscapes stood
On a very ordinary day, the “Guardians of the Earth,” the masters of many worlds, angels and archangels of creation and God himself will show in the sky and most people will be suspicious of this scenery because they will not be able to distinguish the light from the shadow realm. On an ordinary day, the veil between the worlds will be lifted and everyone will find himself where he has chosen to be. On an ordinary day, time will be turned out of space and the space will be stretched, bent and discarded again until the timeless and spaceless Being is achieved.
On an ordinary day, all TV stations the world over will be reporting on THE EVENT and before they get on track with it, the reports about it will be silenced, since the time of “reporting” will have expired. On an ordinary day, the lies of the rulers will be revealed and in that moment the chaff will be separated from the wheat, and in that moment the ones, who will be frozen in disbelief and fear, will plead for help and the others will break out to new horizons with a light step together with the “Guardians of the Worlds.”
On a very ordinary day, everything will end that you knew so far and everything will remain the same for those, who trust neither the light nor serve the light, for those, who are little more than mindless slaves of those forces, which have interminably enslaved and tortured them, so that their life is no life at all, but only a slow dying. In fact, on an ordinary day you shall ascend, you who are ready and are expected by Heaven. For the really big events are heralded for a long time and then they discharge when they are least expected by the people – surprisingly and suddenly.
On an ordinary day, a great multitude of people will go to bed at night and will never wake up, while in this same night the rebirth (resurrection) will be accomplished for you, who have voted for the light. In only one night, on a very ordinary day.
Beloved humanity, the remaining time should be used well by you. It is time to become “Masters in our own House” and to let go of all fears – for verily: The conflagration begins on an ordinary day.
The first thing that jumped out at me on this, is that even though this precious one is in earnest process to acquire his own personal sovereignty, he’s been so confused by those “Assemblies” that he can’t really articulate what he’s saying. I proffer the theory that this is by design. The creator of those “Assemblies” was very likely controlled opposition to THE KINGDOM – something of a pressure valve like on a pressure cooker – redirecting people into another convoluted slavery system. Sovereignty is really quite simple. Not easy, but simple. It amounts to this:
Let's say you're a 6 year-old and the neighbor kid has a cute puppy. You want one too, so you go to your dad and demand that he give you one. Dad says: "Do you promise to take good care of it?" You: "Yes, daddy. I promise." So he gives you one: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bear_dog .
Be careful what you mandate.
Sovereignty isn't a bestowal from the Creator based on inalienable human rights. It's a solemn responsibility. It must be earned, nurtured, fiercely protected, vigilantly maintained - and sometimes - sometimes - surrendered.
Otherwise said: Don’t be too wise or too foolish, because the one who pleases the Lord will come through with both of them linked to his/her own personal sovereignty. That’s why it’s a PROCESS! not a bestowal.Keeping promises.
Happy Birthday kin 224.
All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today. Are you planting cultivars of Sovereignty?
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.
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