The Geneticist and the Ambassador

Happy birthday kin 189 (note: this Topside post was started on 6-16-2026 but I chose to delay publishing it until the Day out of Time – 7-25-2026 for reasons). “I channel in order to purify”. When you channel, make sure you are are channeling only yourself – your Higher Self and not another. How do you know that you’re doing that? It takes much time, much meditation, much research and much heart/soul searching. What follows is what came through after 10+ years of this type of activity:

Once upon a time in a land that is also here and now, the technologically advanced civilization of Atlantis had a celebrated Geneticist. Being a bit overwhelmed by the power he wielded and the influences and ambitions of – and pressure from – his contemporaries, he invited Lemurians to come and teach the Atlanteans how to live in harmony with the planet so that the destruction he saw was inevitable, could be averted.

The Lemurians, being hated by the technologically advanced Atlantians feared this was a ploy to overcome them, assassinate them and kick them off the planet which herself was intimately aligned with the Lemurians and weary of the Atlanteans.

Armed with ancient sacred crystals and comms tech connected to their original homeworld Taygeta, they took council with the Dragonborn Taygeta leadership. These were/are the Nakota.

After making back-channel inquiries to the Geneticist that initiated the request, the Nakota found that he was sincere, there was no guile, and there were no designs on the Lemurians to lead them into a deadly trap.

The Nakota Council proposed to select an Ambassador among them to send to the Lemurians and work with them for a time (a few months, maybe a year) before fulfilling the Geneticist’s request, and sent a communique to him about this.

Having received the communique, he responded with gratitude, but requested that the time delay be compressed, expressing that the very survival of the planet was at stake.

As alarming as his request was, their response was that the Ambassador had full authority on the matter and that she would determine the time-table as well as the material response to his request.

When the Ambassador arrived with her team, they were saddened by the state of the Dakotas. They listened to their songs, their oral traditions, studied the land and wildlife and had many council meetings with the Lakota/Dakota – The Inuit – The People.

Now the Dakota Lemurians were living very close to the earth, free, sovereign and tending the beasts of burden which they had brought with them from the Pleiades. But they began to notice some terrifying things. Some of Tatanka (Bison) young started to die mysteriously and some were even still-born. Herds began to migrate closer to The People and offer themselves to them for food whereas previously they had been hunted on the open plains. A thick darkness came on the land, and The People started to have reproductive problems themselves as well as terrible headaches and other troublesome ailments.

Atlantean energy weapons. Experimentation. Attacks on a sovereign people and their livestock (among other grievous things including what they did to Trees).

Perceiving the urgency of the matter, the Ambassador contacted the Geneticist through diplomatic channels after only two weeks of investigation with The People. She requested a security team to escort her and her closest staff to a neutral space for a confab.

Trade deals were discussed including the possibility of tech trades, (since tech was what the Atlanteans seemed to value most) in the hopes that The People would be left alone to live in peace.

Geneticist offered his services to repair the DNA damage done by the experiments, and the Ambassador being closely related to Alcyone offered to pry long-held, sacred tech from Alcyone in exchange for peace between the two peoples.

Months passed, then two years. Geneticist and Ambassador working closely together on behalf of the planet and The People became very close and fell in love.

Then one glorious day, these two decided to announce their union. Their hope beyond happiness was that a true and lasting alliance would emerge from the union which had already, secretly produced a child.

But it was not to be. You see, 80% of ambitious and arrogant Atlanteans, and 20% of angry and fearful Lemurians objected to this union. 100% of both were unaware of the child. There was a conspiracy to end the union, so all three of them – the Geneticist, the Ambassador and their unborn Christic child were murdered while they slept.

Why am I telling you this story? Is it a fairy tale? It may be to you, but not to me. I lived it, I died it, and now you may have an additional context for why Atlantis was destroyed.

You see, this planet is not some mute, inanimate plaything to use, abuse, then destroy at will – just because you can. She is your HOST! She has many voices. Why do too many of you participate in the crimes against humanity and the planet herself as well as the animal kingdoms and insects she hosts – why do you want to kill your HOSTS?

Atlanteans, Lemurians. When you are tempted to harm, kill or cause suffering to a Lemurian or an Atlantean today, do you not see the FRAME around YOUR mirror? It was placed there by your enemies to make you look like the hero, and your reflection like the zero.

You won’t be allowed to make the same mistake again.

Furthermore, older races don’t hold sway over a younger Sovereign, and attacks on a sovereign always bear consequences.

In Lak’ech Ala K’in is the Mayan moral code meaning “You are my other me. What I do onto you, I do onto myself.” We are all related in all of our ways. https://tonygrayowl.wordpress.com/in-lakech-ala-kin-the-true-meaning/

Dragon born comes. Nakota are among you. Now this calls for super-power level discernment. Don’t think for a moment that those I’m referring to are the same as the Tall Whites (“king’s guards”) that have been “handling” one self-proclaimed king to make America something it hasn’t been for a long time. Not all those who hail from The Pleiades are your friend and ally. Be wise.

When you become aware of something that others are not, you now have two choices: 1.) what to do with the information and 2.) whether or not to DO IT.

Now here’s something I’ve suspected for a long time, and I’ll leave it to you to consider and meditate on. The day that Atlantis was destroyed was the first “Day out of Time”. The Lemurians survived it. They marked it.

Today, July 25, 2026 is another one. Will we as Earthlings survive it? Will we as humans see another one? I can assure you this: The Earth will.

July 25, 2026

Un pen, deux pens

“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 Chununpa
January 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:

Medicine for NiuNiu and the Zero Bubble Pen.

Weaving Spiders and a Boomerang

Weaving Spiders gotta weave.

I had intended to go to Dewey Decimal’s House today to continue my Change work. But then I recalled that it was transformed into a temple for the Demonocracy High Holiday (in my view, this is worse than Halloween). So I’m working from Home today.

JoAnn hand wrote this message personally to me. I received it only minutes after I had visited my Hobby Lobby wearing my PT-305 hat (with a broken bill) from the National WWII Museum in New Orleans though it was postmarked 8 days prior. As I walked into the store thinking about the hemp fibers I was about to buy for a DreamCatcher, I was stopped by an old decrepit boomer guy who noticed my hat and assumed I was a voter of a particular persuasion. He immediately proceeded to tell me who was going to win and how much "work" his wife had done in that effort. 

Annoyed, I stormed off saying something like this:

"I don't participate in that system anymore. It's corrupt from top to bottom - and SIDEWAYS!"

The lesser of two evils is still evil.

Anyways, back to the postcard from JoAnn at SOROS "Matters":

"Hi Kathryn,
Thank you for being a voter! Who you vote for is private, but whether you vote is public record. Please vote in the Tues. Nov. 5 election!
JoAnn"


Really? Is this a promise or a threat or both? Back ACHA.
I also shop at Michael's, and I use his paper with INKTOMI ink.

Here's how I vote today 11-5-2024:

I vote for the THE Kingdom, with local outbreaks of Meritocracy.

MARANATHA!

Please, please make that public record.

Now look at those bus passes from our trip to the Texas State Fair. Gramps and I don't travel on my Rail System alone. HE is always with us, comforting and protecting, guiding and inspiring us. He's not a co-pilot, he is the Driver.
0 FM0 CR0 Prmid2 mxDrkA0.24 mxBrtA0.12 mxPkNSat3.32 dr24.01 br2.63 wdr18.83 wbr0.53 sbr0.00 ldr24.61 lp37.0 [f0] 111111111bfalic 00000

How is it that Pactum de Singularis Caelum § 117 mentions Iron(Mars) 100, Copper(Venus) 1000, Silver(Moon) 10,000 and Gold(Sun) 100,000 but it doesn’t mention Platinum 1,000,000?

“Matters”. Your operating expenses – and indeed your very existence – is being funded my MY STOLEN INHERITANCE! How do I know this? Because I constantly get blamed for shit you’ve done, are doing – or things you should be doing but are not. By my estimation on the tightest fractal I could find, you owe me $81,000,000

GIVE IT BACK!

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Romans 8:28 is the very definition of synchronicity. The evidence of pronoia. If you aren’t experiencing these in your life, you may need to ask yourself who it is you love and to who’s purposes you are called and responding.

Urban Dictionary. Thank you so much for Sanctuary. I would pay one gold Credo for this mug

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Now let’s talk about Weaving Spiders for a minute.

Synagogue of Satan. You’ve excluded Spider Woman from your abominable dress-up/dress-down parties in July because why? Are you concerned that there would be repercussions?

Jeremiah 8:11

Not to worry, Spider Woman surrendered her hat quite some time ago. And the planet has requested that the Bohemian Grove crime scene be vacated from any human habitation for a period of 490 years. It’s all out of my hands now. Oh and one more thing… as Columbo would say: THIS IS NOT SATANIA ANYMORE.

Curator of Museums. I hope that by now, you’ve received Alcyone’s Copperfield Funding package in material form for my Two Eyefulls Museum in the Rings of Saturn. Pingback requested please.

He threw a boomerang into space/time and time/space.
It was me.