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.
The fear is back It's returning Bit of hate Stirred together This crisis is winning as easily as Greed blinded people to message of Advent pic.twitter.com/80OrYC020a
In the ALT Universe, the playing card deck has 50 cards – like the number of states in the Murica Union (MU) -instead of 52 cards with 2 Jokers. In this Universe, there is only one Joker and he’s counted because he’s like a talking horse with a red bridle. He’s the 14th not the 15th in the deck. There is a card with rules for Royal Flushes (the 50th card). There are no perfect tens in Full Houses as the Perfect Tens are only found in Tarot decks – not playing card decks. Jacks are the tenth cards, Queens are eleventh, Kings are twelfth and Aces are thirteenth. A game of Black Jack is played with matchsticks not money or chips. A winning hand in that game is a Jack and a King. The one with the most matchsticks is a winning winner – not a chicken dinner.
This is a Royal Flush
This is a Royal Flush: 7 cards. Jacks go head to head on the Field. The King of Spades is protected by the Queen of Diamonds. The King of Hearts is protected by the Queen of Spades. 13 Aces have oversight.
The Casino isn’t rigged as it is not allowed in The Kitchen. There is a kitchen in the Casino however, because of course folks gotta eat. Sports teams are made up of human players – not robotoids and clones and there are no Jumbo-trons for Reptoids to collect “crowdsourced” loosh from the fans in the stands.
As I said, there are 50 states in Murica not 57, and as Judge Anna von Reitz says: “None of this has anything to do with us. We just need to be aware of it and separating ourselves from it.” The states all work together and trade with each other. Children are transported across states lines by ONLY their families for things like vacations, festivals, fairs etc.
There are thirteen months in the year not twelve, and there are thirteen constellations, which includes Ophiuchus – just as it always has been. Ophiuchus is a beautiful and bountiful season of harvest festivals.
Galactic Zodiac IS REAL
The history of Tartaria is known and honored, and their ancient facilities house utilities – the natural systems of Earth – Water Company and Electric Company – free, clean energy and living water from the magnetic chamber of the planet. There are healing centers that use music and solfeggio frequencies to tune human DNA to the original intent of Prime Creator.
Money currency is a plaything and a teaching modality. It’s not a necessity as the Planet provides for everything and for everyone who is in harmony with her. There are just enough of coins made from actual metal, they are not made out of binary digits (BITS), and digital currency are scalable tokens with strong fundamentals. Eschelon monitors the exchanges, and Guardians enforce fair play. Bytes are eight bits and a dollar 64, and four bits a nibble. Greed is a dirty word – five letters not four. 5×5?
Bills are short names for Williams and window envelopes don’t exist. Banks are found on the sides of rivers and banking is what you do on a billiard table to make a pocket shot.
UPDATED 11/5/20: Recycling is a way of life and a Service everyone offers (STO, can you afford to pay attention?). Manufacturing Styrofoam is outlawed. Re-using Styrofoam is not. Generally, packaging is made from fungus and other edible or quickly decomposing materials. Shipping is just that – shipping.
There’s a fungus among us.
True innovation in any field is seriously considered and potentially rewarded then implemented systematically by the Powers That Are – NOT stolen or squashed by tyrants and competitors.
There are no prisons on Earth as she is NOT a prison planet. Those who commit prison-punishable crimes are escorted off-world to where the prisons are. Where are they? Don’t ask her – she doesn’t know.
[UPDATE 12/21/2020 A MESSAGE FROM THE AGRICULTURAL IMPORT OFFICE]
The Office confirmed today, that Friday’s shipment of blackberries from Mexico is tainted with e.coli bacteria. No recall is being issued however. If you have purchased these berries from your local retailer we offer you the following suggestions:
Wash the berries thoroughly, then soak them in colloidal silver for about an hour. Then rinse. This should thoroughly remediate the problem.
Ask the retailer for a refund. If they choose not to honor your request, you may choose to reveal your experience on social media, Karen.
Toss the berries in the trash or in your compost pile and make note not buy Mexican berries again.
Plant your own berries in your own garden or in a community garden.
If you eat the tainted berries and get a case of the ass sperts, don’t bother attempting to find a Legal Eagle to sue somebody. If you do, you may become food for Crows (or the Corti). Your pockets should be full enough from your own inherited resources to buy Imodium A-D from Walgreens, CVS or the like. Bottom line: Take responsibility for your own health – AND THINK!
We are from the Government, and we’re here to help you. No, really – we are. End of Message from THE OFFICE.
Shout out to Rodney Norman. Thanks for the inspiration. “Have a super awesome day.” Back ACHA.
Before we get into this maelstrom, I have a heartfelt, heart field message to Queen Wilhelmina. Gaia has you, and she’s not letting go. And so it begins.
“We have populated all fifty states and have properly declared State Assemblies in all fifty states in less than a year without any outside help or special funding.”
Bullshit. Troy Glen Maris along with his many and myriad authorities, and me, with many of my authorities – outsiders all – have funded, protected and assisted your efforts in many ways and with many hands. Not because we fully align with you, but because we care about safety nets. See the conversation attached.
"Your mission, if you decide to accept it, is to wake up your friends and neighbors and show them what the choices are. Then ask them --- are you an American? And if necessary, nod their heads for them. "
Really? Nod their heads for them? Against their will? It appears to me like you have vanquished a democracy and a 5G network with a republican totalitarian state of 50 with a H.A.A.R.P. array next to a human trafficking operation to aliens with a taste for human flesh – and young blood wine. If it’s not true, the proof is your burden – not mine. I know where the children went – I can still hear their cries and their screams. Redefining what a human is cannot and SHALL NOT minimize the severity of America’s crimes against them.
"There are many people who are sitting on their rumps, 'sheltering in place', vaguely wondering when and if someone is going to come save them and make sense of their lives for them."
Only they can do that. If they don’t have the capacity for that, it’s not your responsibility to step in and do it for them. Nature will take its course with them. Naturally. But I think you know that already.
"Be of good cheer, and while doing your best in support of our efforts and your government, find time to go to your Happy Place ---- that imaginary space in your mind and heart where you are completely happy, your own little vision of heaven on Earth."
Thank you, but mine isn’t an Imaginarium and it’s not “little”. It’s a Big Picture. And it’s real. And it’s ancient.
Apology not accepted – sadly. You had to see this split coming Rothchilds. Durga is a male figure in the Polarity Levels – just as it is for Brahma – regardless of what the Wiki has to say about that. Also my mother has restored her position as a great FORD and a dandy Lioness.
The Jedi Clampetts have been the biggest depositors in the Rothchild’s banks. Time to withdraw. Let’s start with those boxes of Red Cross cash you stashed. Then we can wave goodbye to each other. We can offer you a small wave or a large one. Your choice. It depends on what you do with those boxes.
And on that matter, Titania REJECTS the false narrative that ENKI wrote about her. It’s not true – not ANY of it. ENKI/Trump has claimed accesses to the Akash that he doesn’t have – NO MATTER HOW MUCH OF THE VATICAN’S MONEY PAID FOR THOSE ACCESSES! Get it? It’s all lies and innuendo. And those who hold onto them shall experience the Karma they’ve collected as ‘players’ in that false narrative. THIS IS NOT A GAME. Chrono-visors melt brains for a reason.
On the catastrophic timeline, Alcyone was born on 11/30/3033. But the Plejaran timeline collapsed, then collided into The Pleiades on February 19, 2020 on the Gregorian Calendar, and at some point following that event, Alcyone was never born – on that timeline. I’ve been pinging her periodically since then – no pingback as of this writing. How long shall the beautiful Pleiades exist in its current form? Only Orion knows.
[Update some time later. Alcyone was born on the optimum timeline on an unspecified date, on an unspecified calendar for her own protection. We still have the beautiful Pleiades, don’t we?]
Cause and its effects. Time is not linear – when it exists at all. The two towers that fell in New York were wired to the precision bomb detonated off the coast of Japan on 3/11/11 – Constantine’s mother’s birthday present to herself. It was an attempt to destroy her son’s plaything because it wouldn’t cooperate with him in the Vortex System. It was one, single, horrific event. But older Towers remain. THAT’s the inside job. Oh, except for this one:
Kanagawa is connected here, but I won’t delay the posting of this message until I have fully processed it. My son set a 3 day limit for this, and I am now down to the wire on that. So here it is – ready or not.
Targeted: Through the raging fires, the wind and the thunder I heard a voice. “At the end of the day, we are all Americans” it said. Then Yellow Thunder answered. “If you survive the night, in the morning you will all be Muricans or Tartarians as the case may be.”
Targetted: Mildred Schmitz. Will you experience another birthday on 3/11/21? We shall see. I won’t be sending you a card or presents. “Love you” though – for the better part of 30 years. You thought you knew me, but you never could. You FAILED the “what is love?” test – and that spectacularly.
Targettted: SAP’s. I’m not your Amy Farah water faucet Fowler and I’m not playing your HAARP. I’m not your shiny money providing Penny blossoms for your hair on fire. And I’m not your Bernadette clarinet. The lipstick colored Kiss, kiss, big Bang you purchased won’t be delivered to you – not in theory and not in reality. Those who took your money for that never NOR now NOR ever had/have/has the authority to sell it to you. And there won’t be refunding for that. What’s ‘legal’ may not necessarily be a fiction, and what’s ‘lawful’ may not actually be profitable. Obviously. Release my Giraff/Gucci family member. She made legalese illegal – AND YOU BENEFITED FROM THAT. Release her NOW! And this is very ‘personal’: SERENE’s grip on Silver Pines is released. May that hand be as limp as the leg of the Usual Suspect.
The 1812 Overture won’t be heard anywhere in Land Jurisdiction on that fateful day – Satania’s Orchestra is silenced. R+L Transport is now the property of TENNYSON. May the green growies in Unicorn Lake be transmuted (as well as those in the SPA there). The petrification of Galadriel’s mirror is reversed and fluid dynamics have restored its power. You may have seen my long, flat braid in the burning embers of Mars, but I’m not from Mars. I’m from ORTH. I’m from Arda.
If the International Human Rights Tribunal aka the Courts of Nebadon has ceased to exist – so has America. We must protect the children’s imaginations and dreams. There won’t be any public executions – hanging or otherwise. The children of Earth SHALL NOT be subjected to the horrors of the French Revolution ever again. I’ve seen what happens when perps and their things are caught in the undertow of Time. It’s enough.
You can call yourselves sovereign and even believe it after piling up mountains of paperwork to prove it to yourselves. But the created cannot ever usurp the Sovereignty of the Creator. Its testament is in the bird's songs, in the bowing heads of grain, in the crash of lightening, in the buzzing of bees, in the way the wet sand of a beach feels between your toes, in the fragrance of citrus peels, baking bread and fresh brewed coffee, in the flavor of figs and the delicate popping of their seeds in your mouth, in the wings of butterflies and Dragons, in the breaching of whales and the whistles of dolphins, in the wrinkled fingers of a maker of lace, in the jaguar's prowl and the wolf's howl, in humanity and on and on Tri-anon for Evermore.
Protectors. Guardians of worlds
[Update 12-13-2023 Regarding Citizenship and Sovereignty]
Here’s a sneak peak at the SALTIII short story which is coming together nicely (hands over heart):
Yeshua (Dante Santori) is the King of the Karistus of Jupiter. If Yeshua is your King, you are a citizen of Jupiter. If you are on Earth, you are likely here on a work visa in Service to The Cause. If it’s becoming too much for you, then you are free to return to Jupiter any time you choose – with my Blessing – and full bags.
If The Dauphin is your King, you are a citizen of Neptune. If you are on Earth, you are likely here on a work visa in Service to the Oceans. Your visa is a permanent one unless and until you are in violation to or a threat to the will of The Dauphin.
If Mairon (The Michael) is your Lord, you are a citizen of Saturn. If you are on Earth, you are likely here on a work visa in Service to The Casino. Expect your job description to change at anytime. Lord Mairon may send you back to Saturn (or its rings) without prior notice of same.
If Mairon (The Michael) is your King, you are a citizen of Earth/Arda. Regardless of your citizenship, if you are a tax slave paying taxes to slave masters, or if you are a slave master collecting taxes, you are considered an enemy combatant and/or a traitor to the THE KINGDOM, and may be deported at any moment without warning. THERE IS NO PLACE FOR SLAVES NOR FOR SLAVE MASTERS ON EARTH/ARDA. You must be a personal sovereign or at least in earnest processes to become one in order to be a citizen of Earth/Arda.
Read the comments for context, please. Red Crosses, white crosses and Blue Cross – smh
Found in the comments of this tweet: “Sovereign citizen is an oxymoron” WRONG. In the Nebadon World Order this may have been true. But the Kingdom is here and now and is within YOU. Here’s the real oxymoron: “Sovereign slave”. If you have piled up a mountain of paperwork under Anna von Rothschild, but are paying for bloody foreign wars through taxes you are the very definition of an enemy combatant, and you better have a change of heart soon.
You cannot have dual citizenship. If you cannot identify the planet or realm of your citizenship, then I’m praying for Angelic guidance to help you do that. It’s encoded in your DNA.
Be your own country. If you want to pay taxes, pay them to yourself. High King Mairon doesn’t want your taxes. He has unlimited wealth and can create more at will if He so chooses. Furthermore, he has promised the Mother Planet that she will never again be a prison or a slaver planet. You probably should take this to heart and decide if you are an enemy combatant or a traitor, then act accordingly.
Roan The Mongoose is the King of Chaos. If you love chaos, then he is your King and you will serve at his behest according to his structures until he is done with you. Your citizenship status is a big question mark.
“General Assembly resolutions are not legally binding”. Ask yourself this question: “Why the hell not?!” Is it because you made a neutered “Assembly” your proxy in matters against unspeakable evil?
Here’s a glowing example of how Sovereign Citizens manifest their sovereignty – WOW!:
On an ordinary day, the world will be turned upside down. On an ordinary day, on which the people will go about their daily activities, the clouds will fall from the sky and it will be raining fire.
On an ordinary day, while the people turn their eyes on the ground, the sky above them will begin to open. On an ordinary day, the impossible will begin to unfold, the divine announcements of many thousands of years will occur and in the evening nothing will be the same as it was in the morning.
On an ordinary day in space-time, the forces of light will come out and will be visible to all who see, audible to all who hear, they will be reality to all, who have already opened to this knowledge in the time of darkness.
On an ordinary day, while the media will still spread lies, the financial mob and the politicians will continue to pretend as if the whole world is being imperceptibly caught in their spider web, you will hear a heavenly sound that will put an end to this bustle, and it will come so suddenly that even those, who are well prepared, will “freeze into a rock.”
On an ordinary day the world change will happen and all underground facilities and safeguards, aimed to save mortal life, cannot be reached, and all those elites, who believe they have made the best provision for themselves, will be caught by the undertow of time and plunged into nothingness.
On an ordinary day, the Earth will be covered by a silence that is second to none and the people from the Inner Earth will take over for a short period of time the command on the surface, until the new enlightened beings of the time will return to the Earth and will give their elected holograms new impetus and a blissful life.
On an ordinary day, the worlds will be separated, and this in a spectacle that has never been seen by a human and experienced by a living being on Earth. On an ordinary day, the birds will fall from the sky, mountain chains will come out, which did not exist before and water will be, where previously parched or flourishing landscapes stood
On a very ordinary day, the “Guardians of the Earth,” the masters of many worlds, angels and archangels of creation and God himself will show in the sky and most people will be suspicious of this scenery because they will not be able to distinguish the light from the shadow realm. On an ordinary day, the veil between the worlds will be lifted and everyone will find himself where he has chosen to be. On an ordinary day, time will be turned out of space and the space will be stretched, bent and discarded again until the timeless and spaceless Being is achieved.
On an ordinary day, all TV stations the world over will be reporting on THE EVENT and before they get on track with it, the reports about it will be silenced, since the time of “reporting” will have expired. On an ordinary day, the lies of the rulers will be revealed and in that moment the chaff will be separated from the wheat, and in that moment the ones, who will be frozen in disbelief and fear, will plead for help and the others will break out to new horizons with a light step together with the “Guardians of the Worlds.”
On a very ordinary day, everything will end that you knew so far and everything will remain the same for those, who trust neither the light nor serve the light, for those, who are little more than mindless slaves of those forces, which have interminably enslaved and tortured them, so that their life is no life at all, but only a slow dying. In fact, on an ordinary day you shall ascend, you who are ready and are expected by Heaven. For the really big events are heralded for a long time and then they discharge when they are least expected by the people – surprisingly and suddenly.
On an ordinary day, a great multitude of people will go to bed at night and will never wake up, while in this same night the rebirth (resurrection) will be accomplished for you, who have voted for the light. In only one night, on a very ordinary day.
Beloved humanity, the remaining time should be used well by you. It is time to become “Masters in our own House” and to let go of all fears – for verily: The conflagration begins on an ordinary day.
The first thing that jumped out at me on this, is that even though this precious one is in earnest process to acquire his own personal sovereignty, he’s been so confused by those “Assemblies” that he can’t really articulate what he’s saying. I proffer the theory that this is by design. The creator of those “Assemblies” was very likely controlled opposition to THE KINGDOM – something of a pressure valve like on a pressure cooker – redirecting people into another convoluted slavery system. Sovereignty is really quite simple. Not easy, but simple. It amounts to this:
Let's say you're a 6 year-old and the neighbor kid has a cute puppy. You want one too, so you go to your dad and demand that he give you one. Dad says: "Do you promise to take good care of it?" You: "Yes, daddy. I promise." So he gives you one: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bear_dog .
Be careful what you mandate.
Sovereignty isn't a bestowal from the Creator based on inalienable human rights. It's a solemn responsibility. It must be earned, nurtured, fiercely protected, vigilantly maintained - and sometimes - sometimes - surrendered.
Otherwise said: Don’t be too wise or too foolish, because the one who pleases the Lord will come through with both of them linked to his/her own personal sovereignty. That’s why it’s a PROCESS! not a bestowal.Keeping promises.
Happy Birthday kin 224.
All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today. Are you planting cultivars of Sovereignty?
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