Apophasis’s Coffers and the Crazy Horse Train

“Claims require substantiation.”

Yes. You don’t make a claim on The Creator’s Creation in an effort to take it away from Him. This is just not done! Robert The Michael is the Sovereign and High King – NOT you!

THIS IS NOT A CLAIM GAME!

"Ways to do things in an emergency event…"
He said "You will know them by their works."
She said "You will know them by their stone fruits."
They said "You will know them by their friends."

“There’s a time to gather stones and there’s a time to scatter them.” Ecclesiastes 3:5

Your Navy SEAL Team friend’s favorite picture is of himself with the Bore Hunter in AFGHANistan – you mean that artificially made up country whose opium production was protected with your tax dollars (the stone of afghans)? I make coverings for my bed (Proverbs 31:22). They are called afghans. Sometimes they’re knitted and sometimes they’re crocheted. Soon, I hope to add quilting to my repertoire. I have two sewing machines: a Brother which isn’t heavy though its old and a Janome which is of good quality though it was cheap. I picked the Janome up for $88 in Las Vegas then “upgraded” it with the label from a spool of Singer brand thread. Will I can get my Singer machine back? I wonder. These all need a room in a house, which they will get, but I’m not adding your sewing machines to it.

Wow, this afghan thing really clears things up for me. Super clarity is a super-power, and it’s impossible to attain true Wisdom without it. You can’t “know” your way into it and you can’t translate your pol(i, y, ee) ways and means into it. Moreover you SHALL NOT hunt bores to make your way in to anything (as in boring carbon footprints running through Texas woods for the hunter’s entertainment – chain knees? Lunar and Crystal energies are unchained now).

a luz da verdade é sua própria recompensa
lux veritatis merces sua est
la lumo de la vero estas sia propra rekompenco

Even false light can be considered “wisdom”, Uncle Kenny. Just ask Lucifer.

Best comment of the day regarding cutting down trees in Kentucky:
White Snake
6 hours ago
“Well when you get the chance and possibly a little extra cash. Just replant some saplings. It’s not the end of the world, it seems doomy but the asteroid hasn’t come yet. 😂”

and runner-up:

Dante’s Guide
6 hours ago
“You gotta do what you gotta do. Rest in the fact that you were mindful in this endeavor.”

Uncle Kenny. You lost me at the bore hunter thing. I wasn’t interested in hearing another word from your lips – as it is to this day. The eyes are the windows to the soul and the ears are the doors. I’ve unsubscribed with all of my accounts, and after the eclipse this week, I’m unfriending AND blocking you on DARPA/Facebook/META.

Kruger answers to The Michael’s Triumvirate now. Need I say more on this? Probably not.

Intermission

Furthermore, there won’t be a GOG vs MAGOG cat fight. I AM BEAR CLAN, and I hold Wolf Spirit. Your asteroid’s targeting system was trained on the Golden Gate Bridge. But in 2014 in the linear, The Admiral and Celesta agreed to change it. Now you are targeted for my Moon. When you come for it in 2029, I’ll already be gone. I’m returning to the Time before the Moon (naysayers – yes there was such a time before the Death Star). Flat rocks skip, Round Rocks drop.
Moreover, you won’t be dancing with me at The Plaza of the Americas. But I left a medicine wheel there for you. If you’re lucky, maybe the Daughter of the Phoenix you seek will be found there in the light of a rainbow.

In a not unrelated matter… for those who are looking to the prophesies of Crazy Horse, don’t bother. That catastrophic AND ARTIFICIAL timeline has completely collapsed along with the traitor Red Cloud and NOWATER, son of the mother of Constantine. All that remains is a the severed head of NOWATER/FlintFire’s mother of darkness aka the Maitre Queen. It’s in a secure box about 20km outside of Berlin – and it WON’T be regenerating.

Kissing-her’s proxy Gary James Stump aka Crazy Horse did his master’s bidding in Oregon, and now its time for that “master” to pay the Piper. Say hello to my little friend Kokopele, Henry. Don’t believe me that Stumpy was the current incarnation of Crazy Horse? Ask the Lakota shirts who met him on the road to Sturgis – near Deadwood. He was riding a purple Harley-Davidson Heritage – or was it a 100th anniversary CVO? I don’t remember. I wasn’t invited on that ride. But this I know: Leonard Peltier is/was a decoy – nothing more.

The original timeline was called Thunder Horse NOT Crazy Horse. But even that one is in question now because the Lakota have been compromised to such a degree through the victimization of rape and murder that – well that’s a subject for another day – or maybe it won’t ever need to be discussed again. I’ve laid my beaded Wachihi Corona at the feet of the High King. And that may be the end of the matter. For Evermore. Where is The High King – Robert the The Michael – today, I wonder. Kiev? Blue Rosebud and Yellow Thunder may never meet.

Gramps added this: “All profits… donated to the… and to NAMBLA.

Time for a decode and a Core Sample BENri & kissingGERry. Your hazelnut IC is mine now. And I’m coming for the entire ice cream social network you hold. Be very afraid. Some satire contains triggers. I’m triggered. PIN 1619. (Targeted: P.S. I love you.)

Intermission

The consequences of attempting to usurp the authority of a Sovereign are very severe. Do I want that for you, Uncle Kenny? Of course not. You have served the Planet and the surface population in many wonderful ways. And Divine Grace is available for those who do this.

Nevertheless, we cannot risk the possibility of this ever happening again. It’s unanimous.

Are you familiar with what MK Ultra Omega programming does? Yes, I know that you do. You even shared one such story in one of your videos. Yet, you continue to display the trigger symbol behind your rhythmic shoulder – EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW THE DESTRUCTION AND PAIN IT CAUSES TO MK ULTRA VICTIMS and their families – those who have not transmuted their programming!!

Alpha and Omega deities are irrelevant now as Pactum de Singularis Caelum has been neutered to such a significant level that Greek wizardry(read the Magician card, Wakan) is no longer verile – neither is it welcome by The Planet NOR her Creator. This includes the parking space held by Epsilon Bootes. Parking space 52 isn’t big enough for Michael’s Fleet, indeed none of the 5* parking spaces in existence is large enough to contain even a small contingent of same. Humanity won at Ragnarok. There’s only ONE God now. Those who are native to this Planet call Him the Prime Creator. They only want HIS seed with them.

Gravity displacement was the invention of Sennacherib NOT Archimedes!

They said “Beware of Greeks bearing gifts”.
He said “If your DNA accepts the upgrade code attachment then you are through” 3/28/17 6:32PM
She said “The date palm is a very effective gravity displacement device is it not? Greeks have been known to bear all manner of gifts – some theirs and others – not so.” 3/28/16 8:48 PM (this convo referring to Nineva and Sennacherib https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sennacherib dig.)

I share Dr. Stephanie’s sentiment about Sennacherib, but I’m not an initiator – as he knows.

We’re not in Greece anymore, uncle Kenny, and I’m >>through<< the Eye of the Weaver’s Needle.

Oh, and one more thing (as Columbo would say). Mother Nature is multi-dimensional – even in her fashion choices. Sometimes she prefers biker leathers and Jean’s(https://joansjoy.org/) over a hemp skirt or a gown of any color. And sometimes she shaves and wears biker boots over her muddy feat. Yes, biker boots and leathers. And always she prefers a cigar or a cigarette to a Spike Lee joint. So there. You don’t know her like you think you do, nor will you. But somebody does – and that one will, and has.

Cherokee Timeline Engineering and Gaia on COBRA many years ago in the linear: “Terminus on the META.”

$ MORTGAGETRADER8: “Hypothesis is a byword for comfort. Full access is, and has always been, denied.”

Health causes wealth causes memory: https://www.bearstearnsbravo.com/NET/cafe/yet8eEd6

Here’s what else happened many years ago in the linear: Apophas’s offices closed (you know, those Uranium One offices which were mining and transporting Earth’s heart tissue to the surface to be burned). Time to fill Apophas’s coffers now. I saw your Uranium grails. You chose poorly.

The Planet is grateful that she got a do-over. We’re all here helping her avoid the catastrophic future we’ve returned from. Now we’re heading back to the Good ‘ol Days.

Your fate is in the hands of Dante Santori. Resistance is futile AND unwise as he holds many blessings for you in both hands – not the least of which is your youth, your wealth and your bride – a cherished Daughter of the Phoenix. Be content with those – or not. Please keep your “good stuff” in your pants until then. You don’t want to scatter your seed to land NOR water where it isn’t welcome. I do hope you choose NOT to be a Karma Cameleon super-villian masquerading as a Sovereign on the land of the free. But this is no longer my concern. I’m standing with the Home of the Brave.

You have your own world in Max’s Eschelon. It appears to be round like Earth, but it’s not. Regardless – you should be happy there. For Evermore.

Friday the 13, 2029 is lucky now. You’ve lost your keyholes, Apophis.
(To Bi? really? The Moh’s scale of selenite has not escaped the notice of kin 29)

Thank you Cornerstone for opening all the right doors for me. Back ACHA.

Love,
The Real Page (now the returned Mayan Warrior Queen Kabel)

Let all things be known as the Light of Mutual Love.

The ALCHEMIST and The Mask

Keys cause callers

The Templars and Netrider youngins who were sent to the Taj Mahal year 1653 in order to collect water from the Ganges saw a black hole quickly forming above them. It was surrounded by a HUUUGE black cloud in the form of a T. So they all sat on the banks of the River and called out to Ancient Grandmother Tree who has roots there. “Grandma! Help!” they cried. “Get us outta here quick!”

AGT said “Calm down children. How fast can you hold hands?” So grasping each other’s hands they melded their hearts Taygeta then jumped into The River.

Immediately they found themselves in present day on one of the Trinity River Debris Booms (Debris Detention Device) – still holding hands and carrying their collections of water from the Ganges in their back-packs.

Smelly, tired and covered in Dallas debris, they disembarked from the boom and headed to The Alchemist’s Attellier.

“PEW!” said The Alchemist when they arrived. “Y’all stink to high heaven.” Then placing their water collections on his diamond-plate table, he pointed to the Sonic showers. “Go get yourselves cleaned up. Good job kids.” Then he gave them all alcohol and canibus credits and said “After you’re cleaned up, go celebrate. Drinks are on me. Smokeables are on Grandma.”


The Outhouse

HE said: “Tell me a joke.” She said: “Ok, here’s one for you:

A sports trainer was visiting his grandmother’s apple orchard in Edmond, Kansas one day when he had to use the bathroom. There, amongst the trees was an outhouse which grandpa had erected. As he was leaving, he accidentally dropped a quarter into the hole.

Grandma was picking zucchini squash, corn, beans and cherry tomatoes when her grandson came out to complain to her: ‘I just dropped my 1967 quarter in your outhouse, grandma.’

Silently, she took her harvest to the porch and sat it down by the hand-cranked well pump. Then she grabbed an old tin pail and pumped fresh, cool water from the well into it. Removing her shoes, she thought to herself “this is going to be very refreshing” then she plunged her hot, overworked feet into the pail.

When she was properly rested, she took the produce into the house and grabbed her PRADA clutch purse. Still silent, she walked woefully to the outhouse while grandson looked on inquisitively. Horrified, he witnessed as she took a hundred out of her clutchpurse and threw it into the hole in the outhouse. Then she went in after it.

Grandson paced nervously, sweat pouring from his brow and praying to Heaven: ‘What have I done!!!’

Then Grandma emerged – covered in shit, holding the 1967 quarter and handed it back to the Sports Trainer.

‘Grandma! What possessed you to do such a thing?’

‘You didn’t expect me to go in there alone to get your shitty QuarterBack did you?'”


AnnaBell’s Revenge

Covered from head to toe in outhouse essence, Grandma hurried to the RainBarrel – full to the brim – at the NE corner of her house and plunged herself in. When she was cleaned off, she dumped the dirty water out into her yard, then putting her prayer bones to the grass, prayed for more rain.

After having done all, she stood up and went to her kitchen to make a baloney sandwich with Velveta cheese. Then she filled a shiny aluminum cup with fresh, cool well water.

Sitting there at her kitchen table, her eyes lit on the Prince Albert tobacco can containing a full deck of Bicycle playing cards and the Diamond matchsticks next to it.

“I wonder if my daughter Tanya is busy today. I think I’ll ring her up and see if she would like to come over and play Black Jack with matchsticks like we used to do” she mused to herself.

Taking her empty plate and cup to the sink, she thought: “I should see if I have any hash brownies around here. Tanya loves chocolate hash.”

So she walked over to her WE 317 magneto wall phone and asked the operator for BR 549.

“Miller Residence”

“Oh, hello LaSandra, good to hear your voice. I wonder if Tanya is home. I’d like to invite her over for some brownies and a game of Black Jack.”

“Tanya? Who’s that? I’m not aware of any Tanya. And by the way, who are you, and how do you know my name?”

Horrified, Grandma quickly hung up the phone and started weeping uncontrollably.

Joker looked up from his Louis Dearborn LaMoore paperback novel. The Kansas City Chiefs were playing the Cardinals on the tele. “What’s the trouble AnnaBell?”

“Tanya never came home last night” she answered as she choked back tears. “I know we were going shopping in Norton today, but I have something else to do. Let’s load up for a road trip in that Plymouth Fury you’re so proud of. For once, I won’t be telling you to slow down. Let’s put that lead foot of yours to work. I have to get to RENO by morning.”

The Chief appeared before Princess Amber of the Red Feather River people. Martis. He had Uranium One stains on his mouth zone and the flesh was dripping off his face exposing his teeth. But he had promised to meet his bride-to-be there and he was not about to disappoint her with his absence.

“I know that’s just a mask my Chief. I’m so glad you did not abandon me on your voyage to prepare a place for me in Las Vegas. Now remove that mask, so that I may kiss you.”

“Stand Back!” he exclaimed as he stepped away from her. “No it’s not. This was >>actually<< done to me by the daughters of the Mothers of Darkness in Las Vegas. I just needed you to see this.”

Author's note: BOtox. Here's what you won't learn on the wiki. Some batches of Botox were laced with Uranium. Anyone making a connection here to Uranium "won"? Anyone?

“I’ll see you on the next level.” He said as he began to slowly vanish. “But be aware. Some of the M.O.D.s are in a knitting group OFF Preston, OFF Webb Chapel. They meet frequently in one of Dewey Decimal’s Royal Houses which is not currently on the Rail System. They will attempt to knit traps for you. If they succeed with their plans, they will have you in many bird cages. Just smile, bless and keep knitting or crocheting or weaving. You may have to do alotta unraveling. But you have friends and family there to help you with the untangling. Fare thee well.”

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