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.
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:
God (Prime Creator) is not limited by any color, sound or vibration in ANY spectrum – visible or invisible. THAT’S BECAUSE HE IS PRIME CREATOR! Tiffany? wow, did you ever paint a big target on your arse with that “revelation”. Context readme : Let me google that for you: https://lmgtfy.app/?q=Brown+Hotel+in+Denver+Tiffany+lamp+rituals
README: Why we fight: For the children
“When there are many words, sin is unavoidable, but the one who controls his lips is wise.” Proverbs 10:19
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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.
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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.
– And be Home. We’re not in Kansas anymore: https://www.andbehome.com/
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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.
Two Questions, Commodore:
- Can we Say Hello?
- What kind of an Australian Spring will there be this year?
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