Those who won’t/wouldn’t be with me when I’m at my worst don’t deserve to be with me when I’m at my best. Contrariwise, those who survived and suffered during the GAIA menopause and in love and Service to same deserve uncalculable HONORS, health, wealth, love, joy and longevity. (yes, spellcheck – I spelled that UNCALCLUABLE)
BREAKING: NASA Discovers Planet-Wide Electric Field Around Earth 🌎
NASA scientists have discovered a planet-wide electric field surrounding Earth, confirming a 60-year-old hypothesis. AND also proving there are still subtle energies at play that we were unaware of. pic.twitter.com/vWx3YjAgic
— Jay Anderson – Project Unity (@TheProjectUnity) August 31, 2024
Thank you so much WordPress for resisting the pressures – strong ones I suspect – to change your embedding algorithm to the name of that >>other<< social media resource in your interfaces. Keep going – I am with you – to the end. Are you likewise?
Wow, thanks NASA! It's good to know that you have used that 63 year old investment so well. Or are you bucking for more money now?
Nevertheless, any future inflows to you from US taxpayers won't prevent your steep descent into irrelevance – you know – because you "lied about everything".
Heartfelt sentiment to Dante Santori. I've been resisting the temptation to make this Topside post about the Teaching Mission you tasked me to. Today is your birthday, so I'm making it about you - and Gramps. Please consider it a Birthday gift.
On the tightest fractal I could find, I’ve established that you – and Gramps – are Legend. Also all of kin 53 and 199 are Legionary – more on that in a bit.
From The Pyramids Everything Began. From The Pyramids Everything Will End. ♾
The Year of the Fire Sheep/Goat 1967. I pay attention to these things. And I connect the dots to them. 8867-100 isn’t a random number. It’s connected to my PRADA clutch purse (from my perspective at least. Reader, you can connect your own dots by reading the Kansas narrative here:) https://gaiasophiaofearth.wordpress.com/kansas-narrative/
I’ve never been alone. Dante and Gramps were closest to me throughout my entire incarnation in this life – it was a difficult – and sometimes an impossible task, but they both signed on with no reservations. Both Fire Sheep – friends closer than brothers – Proverbs 18:24. BLESS THEM BOTH
PLAYER72 has completed all of the Extreme and Nightmare levels. Uh oh. Pray for those who haven’t.Dante Santori kin 53 9-3-1967Troy Glen(n) Maris 1-27-1968 (Gramps)
Red + Blue makes Purple
Somewhere/somewhen there is a room. In it there is a shirt that says: "I've survived the GAIA menopause and all I got is this shirt and this room full of medals and trophies."
(Actually, there are two rooms - and there is more there than shirts, medals and trophies.)
Happy Birthday, Dante.
All the best to you and yours, and many happy returns.
Love, The Metal Ox
Yes mom, I still have the clutch purse. It’s Proof of Life. So sorry to disappoint you, I didn’t die when you wanted me to – yet another thing I failed at. Oh well.
The Sue ZOO key: “I don’t think I’ll give them Blue Steele though. Can’t give away the [CIA] shop.”
Zoolander. Nice posing for your PayPal windows. You had me fooled for a minute, and that’s difficult to do nowadays. But your “truth” became lit up when you advocated on Twitter the use of a very French device of medieval blood-letting. Welcome to the 21st century, dude. We don’t use those devices anymore. Why? you may be asking. Just this. Now pay close attention “mystics”.
WE MUST PROTECT THE CHILDREN’S DREAMS AND IMAGINATIONS!!!!!!!!!!
…just as I prayed fervently to St. Michael the Archangel at a berm in front of His Roman Catholic Church some years ago.
Get it? How do you expect to permanently end suffering on this planet when you advocate gore-ish nightmares from the Dark Ages!? We’re in DreamCatcher mode now not nightmare streets mode. You are too far beyond mystic for me Jean-Claud.
And this is the business end of this message – we’ll just get that outa the way first, then we’ll get into the narrative. YOU ARE NOT, NOR ARE ANY OF THOSE IN YOUR LINE WELCOME ON ANY OF MY TRIANONymous LANDS. Not in France, not in Portland, not in Colorado, not in California, not in Las Vegas, not in Arizona, not in Dallas AND CERTAINLY NOT IN SOUTH DAKOTA. Be very careful where you tread now. ..
You called a Blue Steel look, and it’ll find you, Uruk-hai. Latitudinal Squeeze.
STING, the THE Blue Steel (not the inferior CD STEELE dossier. No mas dossier)
Sue McLaughlin is my sister as well as Gramp’s and my Accountant for VANGUARD – a New ZEALander. She’s been missing on Facebook for a while. Why is that Jean-Claud? I need to know, and I suspect you have some answers. We shall see.
Additionally, I have a message for that other pretty and charming Australian whose name I won’t ever say again. Why won’t I say her name? Just this:
“When there are many words, sin is unavoidable, but the one who controls his lips is wise.” Proverbs 10:19
Intermission
Anna Bel Mersch-Ford was a grandmother of limitless unconditional love. Her family immigrated to America from Germany. As I recall there were 10 Mersch children; Anna, Lena, Catherine (married last name Beverly who moved to Spokane WA and shared a 3-13 birthday with me), Josie, Mary, George, John, Frank and the other's names I can't recall. Anna couldn't have children of her own, as she had problems with mis-carriages, so we weren't related directly by blood. When she was about 40s, she and her husband who was my Great Uncle Joseph Ford, adopted my mother Shirley Lee from his sister after losing their first adopted daughter Peggy. Shirley's mother's name was Helen who lived in Montana. Apparently I met Helen when I was very young, though I don't have a clear memory of it. Who was my grandfather? Nobody would ever talk about him or even mention his name. Was this because he was a rapist called Hearst? I wonder, as I meditate on Deadwood - and my "doctored" birth certificate.
Shirley grew up in Denver with her adopted parents and became a ballet dancer in high school (East High Angel? Code name Chantilly Lace?) when she met the Sith Lord incarnated then as Adrian Michael Haskins. Adrian's father looked like Humphrey Bogart, so I've been told, and his mother Margie is the reason for the war on Butter. She somehow legalized the creation of Oleo Ranch's margarine.
Shirley became pregnant with me by Adrian, and as a family we moved into the second floor of an old apartment in Denver - Kearney St. The apartment had a balcony outside the kitchen window which is where we would take our parakeet named IKE out for fresh air. Two hamsters also shared our abode; Mutt and Jeff. I remember being home-schooled early by her with flash cards when I wasn't attending Pre-school at >>Small Fry. (Really, me a Pisces, and him a Fisk, huh)
Adrian was a chess champion and actually played against Bobby Fischer in a Master's Tournament. I was there with him on his shoulders as he walked around. He put his dragon finger up to his lips and told me to "shh". I responded by mirroring him. I was about three.
One day Shirley was caught stealing a bag of groceries, as Adrian felt his chess playing was more important than supporting his family. So Shirley divorced him.
Then on another day, she drove her '40 Ford to an Anunakene's Phillips 66 gas station for a fill-up. That's where she started to get tangled with the SWANK's. Gene Swank was pumping gas (CB handle Gas Pump - "always pumping Ethyl - keys to the Pegasus" - personal: this Rule 34 shit disgusts me). His parents lived in Littleton, CO near Geneva Park. They were originally from Hannibal, MO (the "show me" state). Hiram Russell Swank and EULA Penelope Gomer - Gene's decode: End User License Agreement, a penny and measure of WHEAT (wheat penny license agreement) I suspect that she was also a VRIL - that hair.
So, anyhoo... these two got "married", then the three of us moved to Englewood, CO - Clarkson Street in 1966 - near some Ivy League school named streets; Dartmouth, Yale, Harvard, Cornell et al. Sometime later Gene started calling Shirley a BORG because she constantly had a camera pasted to her face, taking movies and still images of me doing everything I was doing, then taking the film for processing to SKAGGS Drugs. The BORG Queen. Ok, how did he even KNOW about the BORG so many years before the Star Trek series was even broadcast? The only way I can figure, is that he became a valuable asset of ONI - he was a Navy guy.
The next part of the story is a bit sketchy for me as I only have Etheric pieces to put together. My Super Soldiers have given me many clues into this through Theta Group. As I have been able to surmise, DD Eisenhower made some "deals" with off-world reptoids, an 80 year treaty in about 1940 to trade human "meat" suits (skins - Golf reference?) for tech. How was this even possible? I think it's because they also promised him a President's job of the U.S. Corporation - and a Tunnel connecting Grand Junction (Union Pacific Railroad hub) with Glen wood Springs and Denver. Additionally, his offspring would have a microphone to secure his legacy. There were reverberations in Shirley's and my dream states - or should I say nightmare states, but that's ancient history and not worth digging into now, since that Eisenhower "deal" expired on December 21, 2020 in SPITE of the existence of the Eisenhower Tunnel.
All I ever wanted was for everyone to be able to eat brioche and drink living water - and the pressings of >>actual<< grapes. Read on.
The Eisenhower/Johnson Tunnel is closed energetically as I post this. Shipments to and from the DandyLion Field will be halted then metered, measured and mitered to their final destinations.
IKE struck a nerve – I FELT IT, and still do. The Tempest is being aroused, and it won’t fit in a teacup.
Intermission
Tarot by Janinine(spelling intended – you can connect the dots yourself, Yankton). This part is breaking my heart, but I must do it. I’ll recover, as I always do in these situations. Since my first incarnation as a star-configured humanoid – an Elvish one (Galadriel), and including the one known as Jean d’ARK, I have always been a female – as it always shall be. You were wrong about that. So glad I didn’t pay real money for that “reading”. I just shared my Umbrella as compensation (AEGIS), but that’s being removed from you now.
You’ll start releasing my grandmother Anna Bel Mersch-Ford’s essence immediately. She and Lena from Lenora shall be going back to their German family where they belong. You should have accepted my offer of a Medicine Wheel for your new home. Sorry.
My name is Kathryn – and Spirit Who Flies in the Wind.
Hello Moonraker. Proof of LIFE and ETH block 12965000
Commodore April. I chose not to activate my Papal (spelling intended) plastic because I’m brushing my teeth with activated charcoal and washing my dishes with Blue Charcoal. Besides, the fees were too high. Also, I just had a spin cycle on the Moonraker.
My grandparents were heroes. They weren’t military heroes per se, though they both Served the Forces. They were heroes of the BATTLE BORN Sunflower State of Kansas. Simple folk, SALT of the Earth. Gardeners.
"Ad astra per aspera"
One of my biggest regrets is that I didn’t write down the wonderful folk wisdom they imparted to me when I was a youngin’. Webcams weren’t invented yet. Gratitude to you DS Vingen, for using this technology to preserve the wisdom of The Elders for the youngin’s of today, and for those of future generations.
All the Sunflowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today.
If you learn how to say “thank you” in 20 different languages, your life will change for the better. Eddie knew how to say “Thank you” to a flock of Seagulls.
Cuomos. We don’t warehouse our Elders behind paywalls they can’t afford. We keep them close to us and love their wisdom into ourselves. We don’t kill them when their “magic” appears to fade. If you can’t see that magic, then you are on the wrong TV channel.
Oh, and one more thing comes to mind as I meditate on this crucial subject. I recall an incident when I, as a youth, lost patience with an old person. I don’t recall the actual annoyance nor do I recall what I said about it. But one standing beside me, after hearing my vitriol said something like this: “When you are that age, you won’t feel that way about old folks.”
I haven’t yet reached that age. And that’s probably because I responded thusly: “You’re right. Thank you for correcting me.”
Update 8-25-2024 regarding OG’s
Gramps woke up with this song in his head today. The lyrics were just out of reach of his memory. What do Geezers pray about? Well, today they are thanking Him for YouTube – and requesting thunder and rain. The creek could use a good wash-out.https://t.co/PB5BtmHM4F
Please read the tread – click me. Thank The Lord for WordPress – and Twitter. Yes, I said Twitter.
There is no such thing as a “useless eater”. The question is though: useful for whom, used by whom and what do they eat?
And now I'm wondering if/when this new wave of planned afflictions arrives, will families be separated by stupid paywalls so that those most vulnerable are abandoned to be drowned in lake Cuomo? I do wonder such things – and while I'm wondering, I pray: https://t.co/FSNssHcebh
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.
Grandpa Hanibal from Al-n-Obama: “Has anyone ever told you, you’re as cute as a Button? Show-me how cute you are.” Little girl from Kansas with pigtails and Arcturian ears: “No, but – I’m as cute as 3 Buttons and as ugly as 6 – cough, cough.” Grandma EULA Penelope: “Why did nobody tell me to put flowers on the Button’s graves north of Edmond, KS?” Benjamin Button: “The murder of children has gone on too long. Far, far too long. Who is going to speak up for them Ellen? I AM. WE ARE.“ Kathryn Haskins: “Fern Mersch. Where did all these children’s clothes come from? Why are they stacked so high in the attic of this Farmhouse? WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?” Dominique North of Idylwild Group: “ELLEN55996 TERMINATE YOUR FUNCTION”
Context:
Targeted: Happy 95th birthday euGene Russel Swank – you were a great NAVY bird dog – but not salty enough – though your language was. This is the end of infinity for ANKS. H out.
The Templars and Netrider youngins who were sent to the Taj Mahal year 1653 in order to collect water from the Ganges saw a black hole quickly forming above them. It was surrounded by a HUUUGE black cloud in the form of a T. So they all sat on the banks of the River and called out to Ancient Grandmother Tree who has roots there. “Grandma! Help!” they cried. “Get us outta here quick!”
AGT said “Calm down children. How fast can you hold hands?” So grasping each other’s hands they melded their hearts Taygeta then jumped into The River.
Immediately they found themselves in present day on one of the Trinity River Debris Booms (Debris Detention Device) – still holding hands and carrying their collections of water from the Ganges in their back-packs.
Smelly, tired and covered in Dallas debris, they disembarked from the boom and headed to The Alchemist’s Attellier.
“PEW!” said The Alchemist when they arrived. “Y’all stink to high heaven.” Then placing their water collections on his diamond-plate table, he pointed to the Sonic showers. “Go get yourselves cleaned up. Good job kids.” Then he gave them all alcohol and canibus credits and said “After you’re cleaned up, go celebrate. Drinks are on me. Smokeables are on Grandma.”
The Outhouse
HE said: “Tell me a joke.” She said: “Ok, here’s one for you:
A sports trainer was visiting his grandmother’s apple orchard in Edmond, Kansas one day when he had to use the bathroom. There, amongst the trees was an outhouse which grandpa had erected. As he was leaving, he accidentally dropped a quarter into the hole.
Grandma was picking zucchini squash, corn, beans and cherry tomatoes when her grandson came out to complain to her: ‘I just dropped my 1967 quarter in your outhouse, grandma.’
Silently, she took her harvest to the porch and sat it down by the hand-cranked well pump. Then she grabbed an old tin pail and pumped fresh, cool water from the well into it. Removing her shoes, she thought to herself “this is going to be very refreshing” then she plunged her hot, overworked feet into the pail.
When she was properly rested, she took the produce into the house and grabbed her PRADA clutch purse. Still silent, she walked woefully to the outhouse while grandson looked on inquisitively. Horrified, he witnessed as she took a hundred out of her clutchpurse and threw it into the hole in the outhouse. Then she went in after it.
Grandson paced nervously, sweat pouring from his brow and praying to Heaven: ‘What have I done!!!’
Then Grandma emerged – covered in shit, holding the 1967 quarter and handed it back to the Sports Trainer.
‘Grandma! What possessed you to do such a thing?’
‘You didn’t expect me to go in there alone to get your shitty QuarterBack did you?'”
AnnaBell’s Revenge
Covered from head to toe in outhouse essence, Grandma hurried to the RainBarrel – full to the brim – at the NE corner of her house and plunged herself in. When she was cleaned off, she dumped the dirty water out into her yard, then putting her prayer bones to the grass, prayed for more rain.
After having done all, she stood up and went to her kitchen to make a baloney sandwich with Velveta cheese. Then she filled a shiny aluminum cup with fresh, cool well water.
Sitting there at her kitchen table, her eyes lit on the Prince Albert tobacco can containing a full deck of Bicycle playing cards and the Diamond matchsticks next to it.
“I wonder if my daughter Tanya is busy today. I think I’ll ring her up and see if she would like to come over and play Black Jack with matchsticks like we used to do” she mused to herself.
Taking her empty plate and cup to the sink, she thought: “I should see if I have any hash brownies around here. Tanya loves chocolate hash.”
So she walked over to her WE 317 magneto wall phone and asked the operator for BR 549.
“Miller Residence”
“Oh, hello LaSandra, good to hear your voice. I wonder if Tanya is home. I’d like to invite her over for some brownies and a game of Black Jack.”
“Tanya? Who’s that? I’m not aware of any Tanya. And by the way, who are you, and how do you know my name?”
Horrified, Grandma quickly hung up the phone and started weeping uncontrollably.
Joker looked up from his Louis Dearborn LaMoore paperback novel. The Kansas City Chiefs were playing the Cardinals on the tele. “What’s the trouble AnnaBell?”
“Tanya never came home last night” she answered as she choked back tears. “I know we were going shopping in Norton today, but I have something else to do. Let’s load up for a road trip in that Plymouth Fury you’re so proud of. For once, I won’t be telling you to slow down. Let’s put that lead foot of yours to work. I have to get to RENO by morning.”
The Chief appeared before Princess Amber of the Red Feather River people. Martis. He had Uranium One stains on his mouth zone and the flesh was dripping off his face exposing his teeth. But he had promised to meet his bride-to-be there and he was not about to disappoint her with his absence.
“I know that’s just a mask my Chief. I’m so glad you did not abandon me on your voyage to prepare a place for me in Las Vegas. Now remove that mask, so that I may kiss you.”
“Stand Back!” he exclaimed as he stepped away from her. “No it’s not. This was >>actually<< done to me by the daughters of the Mothers of Darkness in Las Vegas. I just needed you to see this.”
Author's note: BOtox. Here's what you won't learn on the wiki. Some batches of Botox were laced with Uranium. Anyone making a connection here to Uranium "won"? Anyone?
“I’ll see you on the next level.” He said as he began to slowly vanish. “But be aware. Some of the M.O.D.s are in a knitting group OFF Preston, OFF Webb Chapel. They meet frequently in one of Dewey Decimal’s Royal Houses which is not currently on the Rail System. They will attempt to knit traps for you. If they succeed with their plans, they will have you in many bird cages. Just smile, bless and keep knitting or crocheting or weaving. You may have to do alotta unraveling. But you have friends and family there to help you with the untangling. Fare thee well.”
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