Tag: Knights of Malta

All the days of Ophiuchus

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.

France. Windmills cause change. “Abundance of caution.” Change causes inspection. He went to Paris but all he found there on that day was scrap metal. Do you know what I’m talking about? AMIL22.

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.

Intermission

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.

Intermission

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.

Update 7-25-23: The ONLY LEGAL Father Melchizadek in existence now is Gramps. Anyone else claiming that including that one in Tacoma is false along with any organization "proving" legality of same: 
http://forum.presbeia-protoi.org/viewtopic.php?f=102&t=2150&start=7120

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.

Intermission

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.

Intermission

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.

Updated 12/31/21: Response to Lucretia.

Update 11/23/23

IYKYK mother-in-law tongues and a compass rose https://twitter.com/iluminatibot/status/1726806397709648348

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.

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Days 11 and 12 of Ophiuchus (posted on Day 14 of Ophiuchus) Stewart enTitlements

Gramps and I were on the Green Line one day headed to connect with the TRE at Union Station. We indended to have a nice lunch in Fort Worth.

Suddenly, one of Celesta’s probes connected to me telepathically to show me a scene that was happening behind “closed doors”.

One of my firey (FEYE) Net Riders was angrily pointing a finger at an impish “Knight” of Malta from across the table and yelling at him about what their compartmentalization had done to the Planet. Others were at the table too, along with even more in the room – including Celesta’s probe.

I don’t recall the specifics about the conversation, as this took place many years ago in the linear, but suffice it to say, that I was shocked at what the probe revealed to me.

Then the probe turned to me and asked me if I had a response to relay to them.

“What a f*cking MESS!” I exclaimed, then added “Criss-Cross applesauce. It has worked very well in the past.”

Intermission

Cutting through the Gordian Knot is too destructive (Kentucky’s Sharia Law vs. Sauron’s Eye of the Storm), and untying it is too time consuming (Royal Purls). It’s best to just eliminate the conditions that allow it to have ever existed in the First American place.

Selah.

With a tremendous amount of grief in my heart, I began to unravel a piece of lace I had almost completed crocheting. I call it my 1000 yard stare, as the pattern calls for 1000 yards of crochet cotton. In this life and in previous ones, I have had Two Eyefuls. I’ve had enough ugliness. My eyes crave beauty.

So, back to the unraveling bit. It was a cold day as I walked into Hobby Lobby with the intent of unraveling the entire piece of lace I had crocheted while I walked meditatively. Then I came to its destination: The Memorial Flag Case isle: https://lmgtfy.app/?q=hobby+lobby+memorial+flag+case. These are where the families of the victims of the US Corporate war department place the Corporate War flags when their loved ones don’t return to them.

Tears burst from my eyes uncontrollably as I stood there still trying to unravel the 1000 yard stare in my hands. When I couldn’t stand there anymore, I left the lace at the display and left the store, still unconsolable – unstoppable tears. When I reached the parking lot, a flock of grackles were all on the lot facing me, thanking me and telling me they loved me. “I love you too.” I said still weeping uncontrollably.

It wasn’t the first such piece of hand work I’ve done with similar medicine in my heart – and it won’t be the last. WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?

He said “I love you without wax.” But I found murderous iconography on candles in Walmart and the 99cent store. Personal: what type of rituals are being done by wizards, witches and demons while you are burning a flame behind the image of Yeshua who is being tortured, suffering and dying? I don’t want to know, so I did something about it. Twice and three times. But I was ignored every time. I don’t mind being ignored, but YOU WON’T IGNORE HIM.

Intermission

I am The Kathryn D’Anu. I own all the Stewart Titles AND all the US Life Titles. The only flag flying over my lands will be that of Tartaria until/if/when there is one for Murica – or there may be ‘consequences’ – not my words – HIS. This is true even if you are the CEO of ANY US Corporation. Those who are D’NAN (not a number), you’re stuck in the wrong Zodiac. Please find your way to the right one.

I’ve got the numbers of all those who hold my DNA – all the strands. Now, I’m starting to call them all in, beginning with Kin 252 and not ending with 244.

Furthermore... and please pay attention, children: It absolutely matters NOT who owns what titles, bonds, lands, properties et alia. THIS CREATION BELONGS TO THE CREATOR! And Planet Earth is HIS bestowal planet. HE chooses who receives what bestowals, when and however HE chooses.

Now, you know all I know about this situation. Oh, except that Sharia Law thing, and it’s seeds in Kentucky and why those under that law have to wear masks. And why that FEMA Figueroa (Fig Tree) wasn’t “funded’ – Mark 11. But this is enough of a shock for today.

Criss-Cross applesauce. He said “They will rue the day.” His words never return to him empty.
Pressed down, shaken together and…
"And one more thing" as Columbo would say. Can you think of any reason that I shouldn't remove my coffee cup? Gramps and I are almost out of coffee beans.