Comment from... AvatarLucretia 12 hr. ago Your creator owes us big time for putting us in this pit of pain and snakes like you and your buddy Q. Regards Lucretia
Lucretia. Your comment is so poignant, that it’s response deserves its own Topside post: Existence Level Explanation.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for: Rainbow Warriors.
Those who never should have existed aren’t owed compensation for the reason they did. Nevertheless an explanation is in order…
“As it is said in various religious texts that god created man in his image or likeness. And provided you understand Anu as god, then this is a reasonably true statement. However, the Creator created the infinite spark that animates the human form, and so the Sovereign Integral is the creation, and Anu had nothing to do with this. He merely figured out a way to enslave it. pg. 56 of The Fifth Interview of Dr. Neruda.
Dr. Neruda: “Yes. You see the earth had a unique quality to its core. This core was of extreme interest to the Anunnaki when they first visited earth. It was this core that created the gravitational field that enabled the planet to become fully physical in such a way that it could support physical life. Of course other conditions needed to be present, too, but it was this core that was the real key. Working with the Sirians and Serpents, they began to do this same enslavement on other planets. They replicated the core of earth and engineered a method for implanting this core on other planets. They were essentially terraforming a planet by cloning and installing earth’s core.” pg. 15 of The Fifth Interview of Dr. Neruda.
Alembic Distillate: Lucretia. I and mine were sold to you, yours and your creator for the purpose of cloning before I was even born. Anu didn’t create anything, he just figured out a way to enslave The Creator’s Creation – AFTER The Creator was locked out of it. What do you and your creator owe us for that? Everything, absolutely everything. My momager was the Borg Queen and my sperm whale father was the Sith Lord. I AM WE ARE Q. Green Dot coming.
Gramps (my brother): “Thank Michael we are the two nit witnesses instead of the two witnessees.”
Intermission
Now let’s talk about your demands shall we? What are you expecting from me exactly in material terms and let’s see how I can accomodate you. Here’s my wealth:
- I have my health, but I can’t give that to you. It’s mine. You’re responsible for your own. Also, I have friends and Family. And you obviously have yours too.
- I share an approx 500 sq ft. space with my brother. We both live and work here. I can’t give that to you as it, the building its in along with at least three other buildings in the immediate vicinity and some land are his inheritance from his grandparents. (Update: I’ve been asked about rents. Yes, he’s entitled to them, but there are too many middlemen siphoning them off. Nothing there for you, Lucretia.) He gets a monthly stipend from his inheritance that totals about $700 (at the time of this writing). He shares that with me at times in the form of an allowance, and I share that with the street urchins I find on my walkabout. Are you a street urchin?
- We have lots of food. My brother digs through a dumpster in order to supplement his stipend with good quality food that has expired a bit. We eat very well, and we don’t worry about eating spoiled food, because we have a colloidal silver generator (actually 2). Our immune systems are very active – I guess you could call that natural immunity. I digress. We have a huge stockpile of rice, dried fruit, nuts etc. Would you like some of that? I’m not letting go of either of my colloidal silver generators.
- My inheritance was stolen from me – the details of that I don’t have access to yet, so I can’t share any of that with you. I suspect it was stolen or held by those who didn’t expect me to survive this long – for their own reasons. But I simply don’t have access at this time, or I would gladly share it with you Lucretia. I’m dependent on the kindness of strangers and of course that of my brother – who I adore. And I don’t mind wearing hand-me-downs. Don’t mis-understand me here, It gives me the privilege of holding the title “Second Hand Rose”. I’m entitled to that.
But now I’m wondering about how YOU live. What kind of car(s) do you drive? What company insures it/them, and who is(are) the Underwriter(s)? We don’t have a car parked in front of our tiny living/working quarters. We depend on DART which is the public transportation system here in Dallas when we need to go outside the proximity that our feet can take us. For example the once a month trip to the laundry-mat so that we can wash our clothes. Do you have laundry facilities that work in your home? When I need to wash my clothes more often, like my underwear and sleepwear, I do it in the bathtub when I shower. Do you have to do that? Do you want me to do your laundry?
Do you have a dishwasher machine washing your dishes? I hand-wash mine. My brother’s dishwasher was broken long before I arrived here nearly eight years ago. Do you want me to wash your dishes for you?
Do you have a full-sized refrigerator that works and makes ice? Ours was a 40 year old Whirlpool when it quit last year. I was amazed it lasted as long as it did. But of course when it quit, we lost a lot of good food. There was a $50 piece of brisket that I tried to give away to three neighbors, but they all treated me like I was trying to poison them. My brother had liberated it from the dumpster, so if they knew that, I suppose I understand why they would think so. For months we bought bags of ice to fill a cooler so we could keep perishables until someone helped us by giving us a dorm-room sized refrigerator. What a blessing! Do you need some ICE?
Do you have a full-sized oven that works? Only the broiler burner works on ours, but we have a toaster oven. The broiler burner on it doesn’t work. Oh the irony. I recently made cookies for my brother David. They were yummy. But baking bread is difficult. I have to put my focaccia bread under the broiler burner of the big oven for a minute after I take it out of the small oven so that it gets at least some modicum of a crust on it. Would you like some of my cookies or focaccia?
I won’t even talk about the bathroom. And you shouldn’t know about it, either.
I’m not complaining. I feel very blessed that I still have my life. It’s been in deep danger every day til now, though I was unawares. Guardian Angels protect me. And better people than me have it worse – like the Lakota.
Perspective.
Earth is The Michael’s bestowal planet. He chooses to whom His blessings are bestowed. He chooses when and how and in what form they are bestowed. I can only bless materially and/or Ethereally those whom He directs me to.
No negotiations, NO DEALS under His Table.
and no demands.
I AM Earth Avatar. Every system that you and I depend on is subsidized by the Planet I serve with joy and gratitude. Where’s yours?
At this point of proof-reading, my brother asked the question: "Where's your what?" Good question. I'll just let the ambiguity play itself out here. But what I meant when I wrote it was this: "Where's your joy and gratitude?"
Now what were you saying about what I owe you? Of course you’re correct. I owe you a Medicine Wheel. Choose one, or it will be chosen for you.
oh, and one more thing Lucretia, as Columbo would say. Did you get the message I sent to you via a text portal yesterday? If you are in pain, this may help. There is one who suffered far more than you. Say His name, say His name, say His name: AZAZAEL. He has healing in His wings. << Updated 1-6-21 Sometimes I miss stating the obvious. Obviously. https://twitter.com/gaiasophiaearth/status/1479143823951507464
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