Hallow Howl

A voyeur from the future, time and light refraction in the ether where we are allowed to See.

she could hear the hollow howl of the wind 3 layers in 

the taste of salt on her lips left over from the passage 

there was must and dank in the air

The woman clad in the black T-shirt and forest green chinos that stopped 3 inches above her ankles and a pair of practical black and white shoes that fit her feet tightly sat down in the balcony of the theater. Here there and everywhere there were places hidden and some in the open where connections were made, with the chatter of the uniforms below she took a peruse around and heard their sounds some were please of forgiveness, she knew they would not bother her. This balcony refit over time was dusty and bits of hairs, long and short, straight, and golden, youthful and unblemished and curls of black and gray gathered in the crevasses in the dirty, dark, cherry red carpet unseen by the masses. On the left side of the balcony, closest to the stage there was a passage way, a plug in of last retort. She looked down at the uniforms chattering away and for just a moment 5 looked up and took eye aim at something in the corner of the their sight, they turned and sat down in peace no cause for shame. The woman clad in the black T-shirt and forest green chinos took the key frorm, her many collected and opened the passage. The blue of the room was cold and pale, and there, again, the left side of the wall was a row of plugs under a console of machines looking back; "pop, pop, fizz, fizz voltaic light ignite the sin" she blew her whisper into the air through her lips that still tasted of salt, as she pulled the third plug in. The woman clad in the black T-shirt and forest green chinos heard the hallow of the wind again.

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

Medusa

On my right hand I wear The Stone of Alexandria, into the green eye I peer, into the past I seek

that which is now, time with out end

a song sung the tale spun

dressed in blinding light she comes

into the past she sees a shining vision of rivers and Sees 

a sparkle to the left a sprite to the right

They stood in a circle looking around in disbelief 

bray in the air 

all muscles paralyzed at the sight  

It was the beginnings of another winter, blinding snow and ice chills deep in your bones. When you stepped outside and breathed in deep you shocked your lungs to waken for your blood would need to start pumping. The trees with leaves still holding on, frozen in time wishing they had fallen so they could feel the warmth of the earths embrace after life. 

There was a distorted quietness in the air, a background hum and high pitched sounds absorbed into the blanket of snow. The magnetic field could be felt gathering, hairs on end as cold winds blew past. The atmosphere in all the spaces was up tight, a strangle hold over tongues to keep them still. The strange behaviors of people you once knew as normal, now you could see the empty shell they were. It was surreal that people accepted the absurd depravity of genital mutilation as health care, it was odd how the subject matter was in need of boundaries. A world of 'just be kind' phrases while lying to everyone to their faces. Just one strange behavior of the time.   

The year was 2024, there had been a take over of all State agencies of almost every country of the world a few years earlier. It was a strange process that happened in what felt like slow motion. It was a bit of something out of Twilight Zone, Atlas Shrugged seemed to be playing in real time as did Brave New World come to life as the government school systems taught the children there were no consequences Often quoted, 1984, but not enough read it and understood it seemed to be the case as people praised the installation of cameras into even private spaces for them to see you, looking back, utterly mind boggling, a few were waiting for goggles to be put on those with perfect eyesight, ya know, for equity, or was it equality.

After 2 years of a lock down across the globe there was an illusion that the world had turned back to normal. An illusion though is just that, a surface picture that if you look closely you can see the pixels in the air, you can see deeper, that there is more in the system. The voices that shouted and yelled "don't do this, these are the reasons why...", were quoted and quieted quickly, they called them loons or a conspiracy theorists, stopping all conversation because then they would have to acknowledge the harm being done.

Talking heads on screens filled the mindless masses with half truths and plain lies. Riots in the streets you had to pretend didn't happen, and if they did happen you were told there was probably a reason for it, and asked, "are you anti this or pro that?!" Depending on the day and place you had better answer that properly and don't use someone's incorrect pronouns what ever you do. 

It was the oddest thing to see in real life, books and old stories come to life, and they still had more to go; more story lines of war and famine, demonic behavior, and stories of old galore. 

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What were the citizens supposed to do, pick up pitchforks and head down to the corner court house? The installed State had already surrounded the Capitol once with the military and pointed their weapons at citizens pointing out the corruption and evil happening all over. There was no prosecution of crimes, just persecution of wrong thought.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Had a varying array of events that would come down the line in the later days and years to come been predicted they would look back and say yes, but they didn't expect it the way it manifested before them. 

To whom it may concern,

 

    Greetings, I hope these letters* find you well and in good health. How often do I say, "I'm the luckiest woman in the universe."? Our family is growing and my children are making their way in this world and I still get to have them close by. My husband and I have been very blessed of late to trek in to places others only dream and some most have never heard or seen. We have our health and it seems always enough wealth and love surrounding us. I have so much to be thankful for and I thank God everyday, many times a day. 

    Back in September we ate figs grown from a tree that is fed by the same well from which Abraham, Jacob, and Moses drank. We looked upon the old temple of The Moon and Stars and walked upon the tomb of a Nephilim. We meandered on top of tel's with T pillars reaching for a breath of new air in Karahan Tepe. We walked the same streets as our oldest prophets, those pathways and connections don't go away if they are grounded. 

    Just the other day we entered a temple of Mithras in old Rome, you could still see the old frescos of The Mother and her Son on the back wall of a hollowed from rock shelf. We saw so many relics of bones of hips, skulls, fingers, and hairs, not a worry, for they were all sacred. I wonder out loud often how many people think about what is under the Pantheon, under all the places where we recall the dead, where we bring them back to life as we pray for our own today.  

    My grandmother Helen who covered her hair when she entered the places that were holy, she who spoke of the Pope, Pope John Paul with glee and Father Bart and all the others that blessed my head, would they know I would get to sit in the belly of the snakes head in the audience of a real antipope, which hardly anyone acknowledges the reality of the situation of this time we live, the hear and now. All of the schisms of the faiths should be fair warnings, they burned down churches in Canada and arrested clergy. I wonder what the Martyrs of the Mexican civil war would say if they saw what was happening, "Our Lady of Guadalupe!" is what I imagine.  

    Speaking of the here and now, I'm still in shock a bit (I know I shouldn't be) that more people can't see the psyop, the Trump DeSantis crews that bicker on the 'air/nets' as if the National Guard didn't face it's weapons towards the citizens because the State at that moment was overtly taken over and no one even talks about it, they act like their vote means something...even here in Colorado they will put tax issues on the ballot and the people vote it down so the governor or legislation try to find go arounds...and they get away with it. Your vote is an illusion, it's a sport to keep you distracted from the real problem, that your country was taken over and the citizen is the enemy. 

    I try not to talk about what I See in the future, and you know how I am, when I travel back in time, it always comes back with me and I know that grounding is gonna come in handy down the line, I just don't know when. Have you been encouraging people to travel? You should, that way they can have a real comparison, not just one F.E.D. to them. I always think that's funny, "fed to them", this psyop is incredible, I impressed. Yeah, I know, they were patient, but wow they pushed it over the edge fast...from the future looking back I wonder what it will look like after all the players enter the field.

    I had a memory the other night, it seems like a someone else's lifetime but it is still mine; I was sitting at a table the discussion was, the 'what to do' and the 'how to's' of when you get the call. The call is when there has been an incident and most likely loss of life and you are point for keeping that moment calm and still in the chaos and it most likely is some one you had broken bread with and almost certainly clanked a glass or 2 together of some libation and it most often would be groups of people. It was Command School at Herbert Field, it was where they groom and instruct commanders and their spouses. There was a tiny dooly hoo about us going to ACC Air Combat Command or AFSOC Air Force Special Operation Command command school when Surgeon took Command of the 41st at Moody, ACC and we were coming from Langley, also ACC and yes, the missions were very different and Rescue was more than just that and need to be treated as such. Anyhow the memory came to me and all I could think of is I wish I could crack the 'perception is reality' code. 

    In the beginning of this letter I said something about you finding these letters*...made me think of the Mediterranean Sea, I swam with every letter of every alphabet through the passing of time. I must say it was invigorating and refreshing, and I learned a lot. I made that sound funny on purpose, the rocks under foot where we swam were grey with white lines in all designs, and there is something about swimming in waters, any and all of them if you get a chance. The cistern at the Basilica was fascinating, I know it's unrealistic of me to think that explaining mythology was true and it really is in peoples religious books, which are also history books...I know, one day maybe I'll get the Angels and Aliens and gods and demi gods which are just nephilim  in to the minds of others but sometimes I think it will take a Vulcan mind meld to get it there, talk about a massive psyop drop, that might crack the code, and still there is only one God.

    The new year is around the corner and I'm looking at it like an engineer at NASA, plan for every situation and the situation which you will be put in will not be the one you planned for but you are an engineer, an engineer makes a Good plan. 

    

I hope you got everything you wanted this year,

Kristin

Post Script, 

No one wants to believe it's all a scam, I get it, perception is reality. After the code is cracked, I hope the replacement code has all the bugs out of the system, it's the deception of code upon code mirroring reality and reality is the show they put on your screen to distract you. 

Redemptoris Mater

 

    There once was a woman who didn't trust in the word of God that she would be blessed by God to be the mother of many for she was the wife of the man who God had blessed to be the father of many for he spread the word and conquered a titan. Not a finger was lifted his utter faith absolute.

She used another then scorned her gift from God, for another would be the mother. The handmaiden visited and blessed by God to be the mother of many great nations. The path of a mother of unasked trespass for a religion like no other.

His wife so beautiful it was bought by another a veil, for when there is temptation of another with knowing or not, the house will run rampant with plague and distrust.

    There once was a woman who showed favorites over her sons, a lesson of theft and deceit wrapped in a twist of the tongue. The lesson is hope for forgiveness when the deed and the lesson is done. 

    The women in the old past hardly a belief in Gods true power. Told and blessed to be the mothers of so many, but each she turned to craft to get their way. 

There once was a cult of people that believed in a miracle that would be. From a perfect mother a child would be born. The son of wisdom, truth, and light. A gift from God, a man with perfect sight. A prophet for the ages with knowing when to fight. His knowledge of the books and koi in his site. His job handed to him by God, Our Father, was to show the children of Israel they were home, that it was time for them to accept Gods commandments. 

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She who would slay the dragon.

She that crushes the serpents head.

She that would lead the children home.

These words of Jesus, "I tell you the truth, wherever this gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her."

This house is hers.

With Our Fathers permission.

Inshallah

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

John Paul II, REDEMPTORIS MATER, in Engish, this matters for the redemption of your soul

I just read where the Vatican has released a statement that same sex marriages could be blessed under some circumstances. My brother, a Methodist minister flies a flag, he believes to be inclusive, that Gods love is spread everywhere, "In Jesus name"...hey kids... Mary sacrificed her son for God, Our Father, we revere her. It wasn't about peace, love and forgivnesssssss. Put what you were taught in your back pocket for a handful of minutes. Ask your self what is the Holy Trinity? What can create, with Gods blessing? Not 2 men, not 2 women. There can be no blessing if there is no ability for a blessing by a communion of the two, a communion is not a union. This is not hating someone because the faith says there can not be a blessing if there can not be a union, it's just a different faith, one that gets you know, where with no future. If you add in the abominations of God, and put them on a pedestal, and fly their flag, for inclusion, because you believe everybody should be included because that's what you were told or even read in a passage here or there in your one book... I wish I could bring Jesus back so he could explain that yes, he is the son of God, and a prophet, but it isn't belief in Him that gets you anywhere, it's following his way to the 10 commandments, and anyone can follow them, the sinner can stop sinning, not put the sin on a pedestal and bless it. Are you telling me Mary, gave up her son to God and taught him everything to live a Good life, and he then did it, while fighting a revolution (or starting one)..what happened in 70 AD? with the spiritual leaders that heeded no Good words anymore (when in Rome-Rome is everywhere)...? 

You know what really gets me, the women that call themselves Christian that say, "I would never have an abortion but I support others to choose." You are larping your faith, you can't pick and choose, you are approving and saying, "It's ok if other people kill their babies." You jumped off a bridge that someone sold you with everyone else, go along to get along. 

"I would never rent out my womb but I don't have any problem with someone else doing it." Go along to get along. 

I find it sadly comical how easy it is for some to say, "I'll use someone's preferred pronouns, it's just being polite." "Or I'll lose my job." When you step back maybe you can see how they make you lie; some might not see it as a lie, but it is, little, big, it doesn't matter, the harm is done, you have handed power of your controlled speech to them, and made you break one of your 10 commandments, I know, it's not one of the big* ones, news flash, they are all equal, they just aren't equatable. 

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The State approved religion has shown its serpent head

Here in the States they will rise Christian Nationalism to raise it, already people that speak against abortions are on watch list by the State...and you know it. You are in the belly of the snake. 

"...And lead us not in to temptation..."

"...And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus..."

Merry Christmas. 

Globus Cruciger

 

Soft in the light the boys dropped in the night.

A channel ether in the air

howl of the wind, crash of the pane

cold pelts of rain dash across your face

a flash of light splits the sky, a curtain whips by.

In the morning light

the orb of smoke breezes by 

in a nonchalant, flippant way.