Tag: Phoenix

A pair of dimes from KC Miller

“Thank you for calling MA Bell. How may I direct your long-distance call?”
KC Miller: “A new paradigm please.”
Observation: This is post number 113 on Topside. It's probably a coincidence.
5:13 “In order for us to reach this point, a society has to be awfully sick…” Right.

How do you capture a Phoenix and keep it in a birdcage? Can you build a fireproof nest for it? Can you break one of its wings? Can you lure it with words of “Oneness”? Can you trick it into believing falsehoods about source(s)? Can you scramble the codes of Source Of Sources (S.O.S)?

If the Phoenix cannot bear Daughters suitable to be Brides for the Sons of Michael, it ceases to be a Phoenix, because that is what it does.

If the Phoenix refuses to burn its nest, it ceases to be a Phoenix, because that is what it does.

5:13 “In order for us to reach this point, a society has to be awfully sick…” Right.
If you are sharing “sources” of water with those who prefer sewer water, how much of your clean, fresh water will it take to make their sewer water palatable to you? Do you think they care that you are getting sick from drinking their water? No, they don’t care about you at all. Do you think it bothers them that they are sick? They want to take you into their sickness with them. And they will fight you into submission to their sickness if they must. Do you think it bothers them that they are sick? IT DOES NOT!

Here’s a suggestion: Please read the 4 comment Trump card at the bottom of the “How I Pronounce I love you” post on Topside. “Polarity levels aka Duality (aka Gender) exist for a reason! The Lion King doesn’t wear pink ribbons in his hair and the Den Mother doesn’t wear strap-ons.” https://gaiasophiaofearth.wordpress.com/2021/03/26/how-i-pronounce-i-love-you/

The worst water I have ever seen

The Gospel of Thomas sounds really nice, until you get to the sewage about androgyny. Consider the very real possibility that you had to agree to a “shitty incarnation deal” just in order to incarnate on Earth. You were a bird in a cage before you were even born. It’s your responsibility to transcend that cage into a Phoenix in this life, not fly back into it thinking you’re safe sitting on a Gospel of Thomas fireproof nest.

Here’s a 3 page re-source for you to peruse regarding “shitty” incarnation deals. Please don’t neglect it. http://forum.presbeia-protoi.org/search.php?keywords=shitty – AND ESPECIALLY THIS ONE >> http://forum.presbeia-protoi.org/viewtopic.php?f=102&t=2150&p=36027&hilit=shitty&sid=70095b95ff4a452bf3921b89f14b4597#p36027

and more: http://forum.presbeia-protoi.org/viewtopic.php?f=102&t=2150&p=44570&hilit=bloodshed#p44570

LOT’s wife recognized her error. She won’t be making the same mistake again because she’s a Phoenix with no broken wings – and Nebaddon World Order is her nest.

Cowboy/Cowgirl Candy

Connecting dots and TRUE oneness:

Caballero Candy
Sparks
Sparks
The “Gospel” of Thomas isn’t fireproof.
Dark To Light
*drops mic

Update 1-31-2024

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.

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