Apophasis’s Coffers and the Crazy Horse Train

“Claims require substantiation.”

Yes. You don’t make a claim on The Creator’s Creation in an effort to take it away from Him. This is just not done! Robert The Michael is the Sovereign and High King – NOT you!

THIS IS NOT A CLAIM GAME!

"Ways to do things in an emergency event…"
He said "You will know them by their works."
She said "You will know them by their stone fruits."
They said "You will know them by their friends."

“There’s a time to gather stones and there’s a time to scatter them.” Ecclesiastes 3:5

Your Navy SEAL Team friend’s favorite picture is of himself with the Bore Hunter in AFGHANistan – you mean that artificially made up country whose opium production was protected with your tax dollars (the stone of afghans)? I make coverings for my bed (Proverbs 31:22). They are called afghans. Sometimes they’re knitted and sometimes they’re crocheted. Soon, I hope to add quilting to my repertoire. I have two sewing machines: a Brother which isn’t heavy though its old and a Janome which is of good quality though it was cheap. I picked the Janome up for $88 in Las Vegas then “upgraded” it with the label from a spool of Singer brand thread. Will I can get my Singer machine back? I wonder. These all need a room in a house, which they will get, but I’m not adding your sewing machines to it.

Wow, this afghan thing really clears things up for me. Super clarity is a super-power, and it’s impossible to attain true Wisdom without it. You can’t “know” your way into it and you can’t translate your pol(i, y, ee) ways and means into it. Moreover you SHALL NOT hunt bores to make your way in to anything (as in boring carbon footprints running through Texas woods for the hunter’s entertainment – chain knees? Lunar and Crystal energies are unchained now).

a luz da verdade é sua própria recompensa
lux veritatis merces sua est
la lumo de la vero estas sia propra rekompenco

Even false light can be considered “wisdom”, Uncle Kenny. Just ask Lucifer.

Best comment of the day regarding cutting down trees in Kentucky:
White Snake
6 hours ago
“Well when you get the chance and possibly a little extra cash. Just replant some saplings. It’s not the end of the world, it seems doomy but the asteroid hasn’t come yet. 😂”

and runner-up:

Dante’s Guide
6 hours ago
“You gotta do what you gotta do. Rest in the fact that you were mindful in this endeavor.”

Uncle Kenny. You lost me at the bore hunter thing. I wasn’t interested in hearing another word from your lips – as it is to this day. The eyes are the windows to the soul and the ears are the doors. I’ve unsubscribed with all of my accounts, and after the eclipse this week, I’m unfriending AND blocking you on DARPA/Facebook/META.

Kruger answers to The Michael’s Triumvirate now. Need I say more on this? Probably not.

Intermission

Furthermore, there won’t be a GOG vs MAGOG cat fight. I AM BEAR CLAN, and I hold Wolf Spirit. Your asteroid’s targeting system was trained on the Golden Gate Bridge. But in 2014 in the linear, The Admiral and Celesta agreed to change it. Now you are targeted for my Moon. When you come for it in 2029, I’ll already be gone. I’m returning to the Time before the Moon (naysayers – yes there was such a time before the Death Star). Flat rocks skip, Round Rocks drop.
Moreover, you won’t be dancing with me at The Plaza of the Americas. But I left a medicine wheel there for you. If you’re lucky, maybe the Daughter of the Phoenix you seek will be found there in the light of a rainbow.

In a not unrelated matter… for those who are looking to the prophesies of Crazy Horse, don’t bother. That catastrophic AND ARTIFICIAL timeline has completely collapsed along with the traitor Red Cloud and NOWATER, son of the mother of Constantine. All that remains is a the severed head of NOWATER/FlintFire’s mother of darkness aka the Maitre Queen. It’s in a secure box about 20km outside of Berlin – and it WON’T be regenerating.

Kissing-her’s proxy Gary James Stump aka Crazy Horse did his master’s bidding in Oregon, and now its time for that “master” to pay the Piper. Say hello to my little friend Kokopele, Henry. Don’t believe me that Stumpy was the current incarnation of Crazy Horse? Ask the Lakota shirts who met him on the road to Sturgis – near Deadwood. He was riding a purple Harley-Davidson Heritage – or was it a 100th anniversary CVO? I don’t remember. I wasn’t invited on that ride. But this I know: Leonard Peltier is/was a decoy – nothing more.

The original timeline was called Thunder Horse NOT Crazy Horse. But even that one is in question now because the Lakota have been compromised to such a degree through the victimization of rape and murder that – well that’s a subject for another day – or maybe it won’t ever need to be discussed again. I’ve laid my beaded Wachihi Corona at the feet of the High King. And that may be the end of the matter. For Evermore. Where is The High King – Robert the The Michael – today, I wonder. Kiev? Blue Rosebud and Yellow Thunder may never meet.

Gramps added this: “All profits… donated to the… and to NAMBLA.

Time for a decode and a Core Sample BENri & kissingGERry. Your hazelnut IC is mine now. And I’m coming for the entire ice cream social network you hold. Be very afraid. Some satire contains triggers. I’m triggered. PIN 1619. (Targeted: P.S. I love you.)

Intermission

The consequences of attempting to usurp the authority of a Sovereign are very severe. Do I want that for you, Uncle Kenny? Of course not. You have served the Planet and the surface population in many wonderful ways. And Divine Grace is available for those who do this.

Nevertheless, we cannot risk the possibility of this ever happening again. It’s unanimous.

Are you familiar with what MK Ultra Omega programming does? Yes, I know that you do. You even shared one such story in one of your videos. Yet, you continue to display the trigger symbol behind your rhythmic shoulder – EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW THE DESTRUCTION AND PAIN IT CAUSES TO MK ULTRA VICTIMS and their families – those who have not transmuted their programming!!

Alpha and Omega deities are irrelevant now as Pactum de Singularis Caelum has been neutered to such a significant level that Greek wizardry(read the Magician card, Wakan) is no longer verile – neither is it welcome by The Planet NOR her Creator. This includes the parking space held by Epsilon Bootes. Parking space 52 isn’t big enough for Michael’s Fleet, indeed none of the 5* parking spaces in existence is large enough to contain even a small contingent of same. Humanity won at Ragnarok. There’s only ONE God now. Those who are native to this Planet call Him the Prime Creator. They only want HIS seed with them.

Gravity displacement was the invention of Sennacherib NOT Archimedes!

They said “Beware of Greeks bearing gifts”.
He said “If your DNA accepts the upgrade code attachment then you are through” 3/28/17 6:32PM
She said “The date palm is a very effective gravity displacement device is it not? Greeks have been known to bear all manner of gifts – some theirs and others – not so.” 3/28/16 8:48 PM (this convo referring to Nineva and Sennacherib https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sennacherib dig.)

I share Dr. Stephanie’s sentiment about Sennacherib, but I’m not an initiator – as he knows.

We’re not in Greece anymore, uncle Kenny, and I’m >>through<< the Eye of the Weaver’s Needle.

Oh, and one more thing (as Columbo would say). Mother Nature is multi-dimensional – even in her fashion choices. Sometimes she prefers biker leathers and Jean’s(https://joansjoy.org/) over a hemp skirt or a gown of any color. And sometimes she shaves and wears biker boots over her muddy feat. Yes, biker boots and leathers. And always she prefers a cigar or a cigarette to a Spike Lee joint. So there. You don’t know her like you think you do, nor will you. But somebody does – and that one will, and has.

Cherokee Timeline Engineering and Gaia on COBRA many years ago in the linear: “Terminus on the META.”

$ MORTGAGETRADER8: “Hypothesis is a byword for comfort. Full access is, and has always been, denied.”

Health causes wealth causes memory: https://www.bearstearnsbravo.com/NET/cafe/yet8eEd6

Here’s what else happened many years ago in the linear: Apophas’s offices closed (you know, those Uranium One offices which were mining and transporting Earth’s heart tissue to the surface to be burned). Time to fill Apophas’s coffers now. I saw your Uranium grails. You chose poorly.

The Planet is grateful that she got a do-over. We’re all here helping her avoid the catastrophic future we’ve returned from. Now we’re heading back to the Good ‘ol Days.

Your fate is in the hands of Dante Santori. Resistance is futile AND unwise as he holds many blessings for you in both hands – not the least of which is your youth, your wealth and your bride – a cherished Daughter of the Phoenix. Be content with those – or not. Please keep your “good stuff” in your pants until then. You don’t want to scatter your seed to land NOR water where it isn’t welcome. I do hope you choose NOT to be a Karma Cameleon super-villian masquerading as a Sovereign on the land of the free. But this is no longer my concern. I’m standing with the Home of the Brave.

You have your own world in Max’s Eschelon. It appears to be round like Earth, but it’s not. Regardless – you should be happy there. For Evermore.

Friday the 13, 2029 is lucky now. You’ve lost your keyholes, Apophis.
(To Bi? really? The Moh’s scale of selenite has not escaped the notice of kin 29)

Thank you Cornerstone for opening all the right doors for me. Back ACHA.

Love,
The Real Page (now the returned Mayan Warrior Queen Kabel)

Let all things be known as the Light of Mutual Love.

A message for the Buddha

“What’s the frequency Kenneth?” 4.23 Ghz

Netriders and Templars at Bear Stearns Bravo woke up one day over cowboy coffee and croissants and had an epiphany: “GAIA is the Game” they said.

WATERCOMPANY responded thusly: “Once upon a time there was a Games Platform.” Then ELECTRICCOMPANY proceeded to dismantle it. So, after about 5200 years of cruel, unfair and fixed games, The Game turned on the Players and gently and quietly kicked them off the Boards.

Now little fishes eat big ones and game pieces tell the Players to go to hell. Apples are Clearing Houses. A little fish called TJ Max ate a big fish called Clinton Foundation and the far, far left lived happily ever after in Dog Heaven in the fragrance of shifty pole cats and wet dogs. THE END.

Oh by the way… your daughter Titania has an additional message for you: “Welcome home Papa”. Great Mother of Durga sends her greetings also, saying that’s she’s very glad you’ve been eating well. You were so thin when you took your “Chillin’ the most” flag and went on your Walkabout.

Great abundance is found in folds and in creases of space/time and time/space. AUS.COM is there for you – as it always has been and always shall be.


Oh by the way… I noticed that Fluffy doesn’t put up pay walls. He monetizes his YouTube channel with the noom.com. Could that be considered silver? or antimony? or…?

(That’s two harbingers and a herald.)

Pay Dirt

Purslane is a superfood – and yummy sauteed lightly with olive oil and Elote seasoning.

Purse Lane is an alley between Rolling VuSe and Pleiadian Meadows. The TRUE Earthborn are there, they charge solar panels on sunny days and all types of VOLTs the rest of the time. They grow flowering nettles in their Victory Gardens and the sweet fragrance of Original Earth permeates the air.

With deep gratitude, they forage an infinite abundance of varied food for their Moveable Feasts, and Scare City is so far out of their jurisdiction that it rarely enters their consciousness AND never their spheres.


The Scientist’s Beach

The Scientist entered the gates to Hangar 17 for Rosencrantz Airlines. TS1 agent stopped him. “Passport please, sir”. A little nervous about his tats, he reached into his vest pocket and pulled out his passport.
“Kenneth Apophis Wheeler of the Clan McBride. Where are you headed?”
“Sierra 1011”
TS1 looked in Wheeler’s carry-on baggage and found two large plastic bags.
“What’s in these bags?”
“Oh that’s my beach. I take it everywhere I go. It’s like – pay dirt.”
TS1 opened the bags, sniffed the contents, tasted it, then ran it through the scanners.
“All clear, sir. Safe and pleasant journeys.”


Targetted. We don’t weaponize our beaches. You may need to bone up on your math, because your science sucks. The only transport you may be cleared to board on MY Rail System is the OX Cart. Yet one greater AND more ancient than Israel is here.