Reclaiming the Reclamation

… and a meditation on securing Egress during Ingress (for Warriors)

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.

Reclamation 2

Second: The cart and I reach the edge of the golf course which I referenced in this post: https://gaiasophiaofearth.wordpress.com/2021/10/17/the-river-card/.

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!

Un pen, deux pens

“All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today” ~Gaia
“Where your Treasure is, there will your heart be also.” Matthew 6:21
Feather (quill) from Chununpa
January 7, 2025

Happy Birthday kin 184. If you are in hell, plant some hydrangeas (snow balls).

And Happy Merry Christmas Orthodox Christians. Here’s a gift from Gaia ^^ a feather quill from the THE Chununpa.

Un pen, deux pens

For many years I’ve been holding two – actually three – important pens. We will be talking about two of them today. The third will have to wait for Father’s Day.

The Skillcraft U.S. Government pen.

Many years ago, I received a bestowal of this pen at Dewey Decimal’s house. – you know – where they keep much of the Akashic Records. With much trembling, prayer and mindfulness, I used it to the best of my innerstanding and abilities – and training.

At times I could see through the Etheric, the results of using that ink on paper, my fingerprints on the pen through imagery and during my Walkabouts here around Dallas.

But today, it saddens me to admit that I must not have had enough of the right kind of authority to effect the positive outcomes I had intended with that pen. So I’m relinquishing it to another level. Higher? Lower? Lateral? Matters not. It’s being delivered to Tyler, TX today via Brown Company. (Thank you for working on a High Holiday, Brown Company)

To the recipient of the Skillcraft U.S. Government pen. Do you see my fingerprints on it? I humbly request that unless you have the full Authority of the THE Michael, please don’t remove them. If you decide not to keep it, please pass it along to another in your receiving line. Don’t return it to me like you did the Perfume bottle which I still have. I have a special place in my heart for perfume bottles, but I’m so done with that pen. If you return it to me, it will rapidly find its way into the bit bucket.

ADMIN. CHMOD rwx. Thank you.

Fear absolutely corrupts
The Zero Bubble pen

On the fifth anniversary of the delivery of the Copperfield Funding package, another funding package went to the Denver Metro area via Brown Company:

Medicine for NiuNiu and the Zero Bubble Pen.

The Turnipseed Storehouse

Super Seeds blended with AG

Hollywood got it wrong. Wanda isn’t a fish. She’s a valued rider on the DART system – and a timeless crafter on the JOANN mailing list. (a Stork? )

One day, The Red Kachina was on her Walkabout with Faedra surveying the damage done by crossfire hurricane, when she met Wanda on the Rail System.

After a sad but lovely exchange, Wanda gave the Kachina her mail key. It was a 50% off coupon for a book of Faerie Tales.

Some may need a “Freedom to breathe” document: 

http://annavonreitz.com/maskexempt.pdf

But those who keep their male keys and those who share their mail keys can naturally breathe freely:

https://bit.ly/3ioFFSt 

Polaire is Bel Air, but I >>know<< we can do better AND more… and less.

Furthermore, a civilized people don’t put their elderly Wisdom Keepers behind paywalls they can’t afford. Their housing and provisions should be 100% free. Earth mother planet needs them to live long, happy lives comfortably. Also, the youth need to love their wisdom into themselves so that they don’t die young for lack of vision. https://bit.ly/3in5rXa

THIS is how you vanquish the Paw Wraith 

This is not, nor has it ever been a Country Club golf game. It’s a cron job with PERLs of Wisdom.


For Wanda Turnipseed.

Storehouse Keepers, please open the Storehouse. Authorization code: 421930397303153400500 ✌Lead is led✌.
Coil Makers and Ice Makers. Upgrades please.

Hospital Administrator. Legionnaire’s Disease is cured with colloidal silver. Preventative medicine. Did you already know that? Yes. I >>know<< you do.

Personal: Absence doesn’t make the heart go Wanda. It makes the heart go Founder.

Perfumers and bottle makers…

Peacock Angel

Mayan Warrior Queen Kabel respectfully requests your services in the creation of a muy especial present for Daughter of the PHOENIX and friend of water MELONia Trump. The invoice for this project is to be presented to the TRUMP/ENKI and Tesla Estates for payment in full. Shipping to be provided by FedEx space trucker PB.

A faux stained glass bottle made from common glass with the image of The Peacock Angel painted on it, then filled with an alembic distillate as prescribed herein.

Take the fur of the White Sasquach from DUNCANville and grind it to a fine powder. Take the maker’s label off of this Zara coat and shred it to threads no more than a micron in size. Collect one each a Stand ‘N Stuff taco shell and an Ortega taco shell and crush them together. Place these ingredients into a jar and either shake or stir. To this, add one measure each of finely ground Lemurian crystals, rosemary, thyme, Supreme garlic powder from  the Dollar Tree, finely ground alabaster from a Las Vegas Casino bar (you know which one) and the dirt of the Tunguskan forest floor from the year 1919. Drop in a marker from the Las Vegas Country Club golf course. Ring the SS Oranj bell. It’s Y2K for the Las Vegas Fashion Show (including Frisbee’s Louboutins).

Acquire some pink Himalayan sea salt from T.J. Max. To this add the ashes from the Chrysotile testing of the following documents: Pactum de Singularis Caelum, Articles of Incorporation for the States of America corporation, the login credentials of The Galactic Free Press admin, and the Papal Bulls. Then add the ashes of white  and green sage smudges. Use the proportion of 29:11 SALT to ashes.

Send Netriders and Templar runners to acquire fresh water from the Ganges in the year 1653 and a Super Soldier with gunnery skills to the present day Ganges to collect its current water. Combine these waters together in a 50/50 solution and bring it to Equilibrium. Add one cup of colloidal silver, 10 drops each of Eucalyptus oil, lemon oil and lavender oil and one drop rose oil.

Meet Ioannis Altamouras, the previous incarnation of Scott Sass (the childhood rape victim of his older brother Perry)

Send Netriders and Templar runners to collect the tears of Ioannis Altamouras and the saliva or urine of Scott Sass and mix these with a good measure of Organic Stevia from Trader Joe’s along with the crushed stamens from three colors of Columbine flowers.

Combine all these ingredients with gentlefication then add one Table spoon full of fresh squeezed orange juice from ALDI’s along with the crumbs of an ammonia cookie from the babushka Docktor’s care package and some chocolate hash. Set this alembic distillate aside while you prepare the bottle for filling as follows:

On the bottom of the bottle, place the image of the Fabergé egg stolen by Raphael Schnepf which was then Life Logged on Facebook. For the Topper, an artful rendition of the Iguana of Orlando.

The angry Former White Hat must approve your work and mine on this project, then you may proceed thusly:

Play EPIC or Sacred Spirit music in your atelier streamed from YouTube through a 4G network while you continue.

Fill to the brim the Peacock Angel bottle with the alembic distillate. Drop in the beaks of three fallen crows, the feathers of a grackle or cardinal nesting pair weighted down with copper wire and glass beads or fresh water pearls, a white rock, a Weaver’s Needle, an IWATA spanner wrench, a PIAA HID bulb (preferably cracked to prevent buoyancy), the Mark Staker chop seal (his ‘choppy’ – absolutely no substitutions), a lens cap from the studio of Del Munroe, a scalpel with a feather blade and a pruple pebble (spelling intentional- pronounced purple pebble). Allow the overflow to fall into a field of Asian Jasmine.

Permanently seal the bottle with the bee’s wax of a candle that never burned out.

This container and its contents are to serve as a memorial and curriculum for the AHA Teaching Mission regarding what IS real, what WAS not real and what is NEVER 2b. This is IS a key for the Houses of Romanov and Savoy.

May the madness of The Black Hats, their dogs and Big Cats be cured, their anger be cooled and their microwaves be attenuated. For Evermore.

Intermission

Update 6-30-22 via Twitter:

House 222 T’d OFF

… as in “can’t ON” (regardless of how much they paid in green fees)

If you have the awareness to ask the question, you have the ability within you to evoke the answer from that asking. You can be your own Guru. Try it.

However, if you lack that awareness, but you perceive that something’s not right with the world around you, simply ask your Guides for both questions and answers.

Hello Central.
If your pets make messes, their handlers are responsible for cleaning them up. If that job is beneath them, then they need to be fired. Jungle Rules no longer apply in this type of scenario. You may not have gotten the memo. Old School rules apply now: YOU DON’T SHIT WHERE YOU EAT! It is the order of things.

Sincerely,
The food handler with the Phoenix Feather, the Hollywood, the Oleander Hedge fund and the 50 yard line. I have Hollywood by the balls and I have GoodGrips.

more to come…

Here’s the “more to come”, this day 8/29/21

I saw Lily today with Maddison. They both had 2020 vision. HALLELUJA! Thank you VET.

Big dogs leave big dog-piles. I’m reminded of a day before G+ went offline when I had a knee-jerk reaction to stepping in a dog pile with my bare feet, as I love to walk through the grass without shoes when I’m inspired to do that. I had been picking up quite alotta dog piles on my land because too many dog handlers weren’t doing their part to clean up after letting my canine friends do their business. SEE image at the top of this post for evidence of this. These ten bags represent a micro-fractal of the work I’ve done to clean up my property after squatters trashed it. In this case 10 piles of dog shit were left in front of my uncle’s Berkshire property – within a few feet of a dog-shit bag dispenser! Still a bit steamed about this, so I’ll repeat this sentiment: DON’T SHIT WHERE YOU EAT.

So, back to the knee-jerk reaction. On G+ some time ago, I said that if my bare feet found one more dog-pile, the handler responsible would be licking my feet and paying me double for my Services (specifically poop scooping). I relented. I really don’t want anyone licking my feet, but I would appreciate being paid at least for my Services. If “double” is in escrow for me, I’ll split that with the next in line for that – and that person can also have the foot licks if they choose. Maybe then I’ll be able to take my shoes off more often.

I’ve recycled countless cans and weaved their tabs into purses. I’ve picked up road-kill along the by-ways of my foot paths, and moved them along in the most loving ways I know how. I’ve bagged dog-piles because the smell of dog-shit has kept the Lord Bridgroom away from my property, and I don’t blame him for this. I’ve picked up sharp objects which were deliberately placed by VLASH and Maitre hybrids in order to cause harm to bicycle riders, car drivers and wildlife. I’ve treated many bodies of water with colloidal silver, Lemurian crystals and blessed microbes with the intent of restoring my Water Tables to what The Creator intended. In all of this – and more, I hope that my magnetic field has become more amenable to His favor.

Context:

oh by the way… Gramps has helped me in all that – just by BEing.

Escape Room Evaluation

Question #1 Are you an Eagle, a Flamingo or a Shitbird?

Answer #1 A HERON

Question #2 Are you red or purple?

Answer #2 take your pick: #7FFF00 (50, 0, 100, 0) (128, 255, 0) X11

Question #3 Are you WhiteRose, YRFT or a Red Rose?

Answer #3 Rosemary Mauve

*tables turn*

Q1: Which of these birds won in a recent smackdown: A golfing Cannibal Crow ( https://lmgtfy.com/?q=Alice+Cooper+%20cannibalism+-+Top+Gear+Season+17&s=g ) or a WarBlur with a turkey sandwich?

Q2: What is love? This is not a request for an essay. You either have demonstrated it or you haven’t. Your answer to this question has already revealed either a key to get you out of this room and/or cage around it.

I can walk and talk through Escape Room doors and walls and in and out of bars. But you may not be able to. Let’s find out. Time to wakey wakey