“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 ChununpaJanuary 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:
NANcy, do you pray with rosary beads in your hand for the the murder of my Son AZAZAEL in order to ‘atone’ for your sins as prescribed by your Roman Catholic Church? Nothing but love in your heart? WHAT ABOUT FOR MY SON!!! No, you think nothing of your religious intent to spill His blood to appease the illegal aliens who have kept you in office in order to cover for their ingress to Earth.
Good news for you though. We deflected that invasion – that ‘immigration’. And we didn’t need to build a wall for that. Just a Field.
You SHOULD be proud of us, you have been standing in the receiving line of our blessings and sheltering yourself from the consequences of your crimes in our indigo auras – all while enjoying the ‘good life’ in homes and properties THAT DON’T BELONG TO YOU.
Medicine Wheel for the A-Train
Achtung!
Recipients of this Medicine Wheel AND the one that was shipped to the Underworld SENATE in Apache Junction, AZ (both pictured above): This wheel was delivered to you in Denton, TX via the A-Train.
It’s outside my ability to express how grieved I am to learn that the ingestion of bodily fluids from traumatized children also bears the same name. AdRENOchrome. I respectfully request that DCTA rename this line please. Sooner rather than later.
Now, instructions for the Medicine Wheel recipients: You must de-flower BOTH of these Medicine Wheels. Rose, rosary beads with black electrical wire. Then and only then you may request that they be completed by a TRUE Medicine Chief of Apache OR Caddo Nations. But NOT Spirit Who Flies in the Wind. I’ve done all I’m going to do at this time on this matter.
Meditate on why this de-flowering must occur in the prescribed way, and repent as many times as you say “Our Father”. Then repent again as many times as you say “Hail Mary”.
Also consider. The Moon is NOT made of Chucky Cheeses.
Once this requirement is met successfully, you may receive Medicine from the Treee. NOT BEFORE! But, be aware, this is at the complete discretion of the Medicine Chief who completes the wheel.
In time, the subject of an argument may be forgiven or forgotten, but NOT the argumentation. And never the actual subject himself/herself – the children. Get my meaning?
Elephants have very long memory. So do Whales. Also, Elephants have huge ears and time anchors in their TUSKs, and Whales have strong and timeless transmitting signals in their songs…
Is there still a ranch in Texas that allows “ACCESS” to human ‘bores’ for a special kind of “hunting”, Mickey Mouse Mafia? Access granted to those who contributed to the Clinton Foundation?
I >>know<< there was. Yet as He asked, I and we continued to bless. I and we continued to enrich, though you hated us to our very core.
I dodged that bore hunting bullet. I still have the shell casing as proof: Look at the FBI Surveilance videos. See? I still have my face – it wasn’t sliced off after all. Yet, there shall be no refund for those who paid the CF for that.
I am the Mother of the Bullet-proof monk. He and his Father Lushifar, his grandfather “Gramps” and I deserve to exercise IBOR – the right to be forgotten. Just as y’all planned on and hoped for. Though not in the sequence you planned.
This has nothing to do with immigration. It’s about emigration. Yours.
WE, We, we want to lose that House AND its Speaker. This is possible (and likely) because we hit that SENATE target.
WE, We we are the dreamers. We are the Rail System. We are the Utilities. We are the Systems you depend on for your very survival. Yet because we are unpredictable and uncontrollable you kept trying to kill us, torture us, kidnap and hold our family members hostage while illegal aliens feasted on the flesh and blood of our traumatized Family.
No more. There is no escaping that bitch Karma. Razorfist was right. So is IBOR.
He was the Good Thief… aka Prometheus. “Heart attacks can be deadly.” ~Q
A FATHER’S LOVE FOR HIS CHILDREN KNOWS NO BOUNDS. Q drop 3063
UPDATE 7/11/2020 – The Tip of the Spear
Metatron la Pointé aligned the crystals in his yard. It was 2013. The Captain of the Mary-Celeste looked through is spy-glass and saw about a dozen black holes just vanish into a double-inverted mirror. Metatron, happy with his work changed his moniker to WAS, then went to the bar.
Lushifar: “I was the one everyone loved to hate.” Azazael: “I was the one everyone hated to love.” Mariel: “I was everyone’s favorite joke.” Gramps: “WAS is the operative word here.”
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