Brain Transplant

 

I’m a forward kinda gal so I’ll meander through old smoke and a golden crown with Friedel's shoes to let me walk in her way. 

The other day over the nets the spiders spun a most horrifying sight. I saw a man be beheaded outside of a motel run by an immigrant Indian family, as the wife and another see what was happening to a loved one as he was stabbed and then stabbed and then stabbed some more and then like an animal he cuts off his head and ruefully kicked it like a football in to a lot where it rolled and rolled, then he went and picked it up menacingly by the matted hair, the headless mans eyes already dead. Done with absolute hate, like he came from a place, a communist covenant where you had to anger your taste. 

That was in Dallas just the other day. 

The other day over the nets the spiders spun a most horrifying sight. I saw a man struck by a bullet from a good fair sight, a shot with practice most can make. The man he hit, he got it in the neck and he was dead there and then, the blood gushed about. It was done for all the reasons we know. A young man with a poor site, he was easily reached you joined or they hated you, a communist covenant where you had to anger your taste. 

That was in Utah at a higher learning institute. 

The other day over the slow nets the spider spun a story of fright. Two students shot by another, I wonder did they all know each other?

The other day over the nets the spiders spun a most horrifying sight. A woman alone stabbed through her neck, by a man his mother prayed would be taken away, no grace or good he had.

That was on a train in the new Carolina.

I think I read of a Syrian somewhere getting his head chopped off the other day, we don't hear over the nets muchsoever going on in the continent of Africa hardly ever, we hear of our sister countries, England, Ireland, and Scotland, but not much now on our cousins, New Zealand and Australia, just tads and tidbits, over the nets. France we hear and Belgium another one and our old home land we know what’s being done.

How do you forgive this, that which is going on?

How do you forgive ideologies that want you dead?

How do you forgive those that move around others that want you dead.

There is an old story of men giving forgiveness to others for they said with God’s grace, for things they had done to others and they knew they were wrong and instead of asking the person they wronged for forgiveness they went to another, man. 

I digress from where I was going...

What do you do when it's not you that is being directly harmed, although I might say it is very much directly, and you know it's not your right to forgive but that who was harmed. 

What happens when the communist convent blames you instead of their soldiers?

There is a turning point when for survival you raise your standard to God and ask the virgin Earth you go quickly into her and up to Him, when the time is yours, Death comes for all, it’s the after, did you do good works for Him? Did you follow His one true covenant? Forgiveness only comes when it’s asked and it is not you that gets to decide, Fathers always give more chances, until he doesn’t.

Here on Earth though we fight for survival and the Truth of the almighty God, that is the stake. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

It’s a Brave New World out there in the literature sense and literal and it made me think, they can’t transplant a brain yet because they don’t know how to feed it, as I watch the bucks and the doe's some fawns too grow old. 

Free Will

 

I see people asking how a loving God can allow evil. Your Father loves you but you have free will to let evil in, it’s a test every day, and you pray that God will deliver you from evil.

It’s September 11, I was in Arcos de la Frontrea.

Yesterday was the day before. I was riding a roller coaster. 

I see the sword of Gideon, it’s all over my sights. 

It’s not 3% like last time. It’s not 1/3, 1/3, 1/3 like last time. 

They have opened their eyes and can now see their civil rights were taken from thee. It’s a strange uncomfortable space when you know everything is in its place. 

Now I get weird, again

The wind movers spun 2 became 4. The spiders dangled from one web. A high hum fell from the sky.

1847

 

The year was 1847

The country where my mother birthed me claimed its independence.

And the United States captured Mexico City. 

We should relook at the AMA

Can it stop at 1847 then start at 1 at 8.

Stones over stick made houses.

Be still and listen

One day I’ll tell you a story

Alexandria's Stone

 

Drifting through the ether I saw the Irelands united yelling One God will have them all, for the committees will be at hand, but goes it two ways, the other the strong man wins the old brit way, always decided ahead. on one more matter the children of the cross are steady to learn the old. 

The Gauls you say, storming their jet black hair always wanting to eat all their cake and have some more, the step sister that liked to snope while almost always playing it backhanded.

Now the Germans say you, never were they truly Roman a farce but could become true, with a skillful hone, if the powers want of thee. 

Russkia, Russkia, Russkia, if I were all of you I'd give them what they wanted. 

Now somewhere middle of the east, yes this is where our nation does come from, a new Jerusalem in true, where we build it already came to be. 

Why in riddles that can all come to be seek in to the future and it's plain as day.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

It's the being of September and the blood moon rose, the days are getting cooler and the heat is intensifying, there are random murders in public, and criminals are let free to maraud and plunder as some citizens turn a blind eye. The judges and the councils been bought and sold, what's a regular normal person supposed to say?

That's the word on the street anyway.

The leaves are turning and falling now so it will be stick season.

Two Kings

 

17

Times of Old

 

The rumbles in the sky played out 

near and far as the skies darkened and the gold hued grass played true. 

Smoke spiraled through the air as cracks came up from the earth 

and the waters followed.

In the diminished light the words were clear 

as if the sun was shining upon them through the dark. 

Words of men changed through time 

so easy to see why oh why?! 

The rains came down as if they wanted to ruin the writings of times of old. 

Stones Over Stick Made Houses

 

The holiness movement 

The year was 1729… can you go back to that time? It was right after the last bubonic plague, recall my plague theory 1o1, right after the covid mass poisoning of the entire human race, as we watch in live time people finding God, they were there too.

Let me give you a space in my mind where I see big churches and small ones too gathering sheep to their flock without true direction in goodness. I trespass yes I know with heavy boots often and sometimes shoes of straw to delicately tread where I’m not welcome. The quote is,”I follow Jesus because I’m a sinner.” I get push back and I welcome it alas it changes nothing in the mind of truth when you go back to the council of Nicaea- I walked in the footsteps of Holy Basils feet-and what was pre determined by an empire to consolidate views. They buried old books and true ways then a thousand plus years later they confused the path. 

There is a beautiful rain falling upon my mothers gardens and on the roof top of my fathers house as I read old books putting the truth into minds like it or not. 

I’ve been trying to figure out how it all went sideways but in the books rewritten and rewritten by men that always seem to know better not opening their eyes to the fact that they propped up a man and told all he was God. 

Meanwhile the men (and women) teach false ways as they fill their coffers with monies from the desperate lost in a fake reality.

I see on lines where unlearned men that think they know a thing or two know nothing of truth and despise those that show the real God way. They believe the nation of which I am a citizen was founded by Christian people and yes perhaps but what is Christianity but a bumbling mess. Ben Franklin reorganized their scripture and took out what he deemed (my word) esoteric with no actual knowledge of what Jesus was truly teaching. Meanwhile have you seen the George Washington Masonic monument outside of Washington, District of Columbia in Alexandria, Virginia. As John Lockes name is thrown around like he had an idea we should follow in a moment he had no idea would be. 

What is Christianity?

This is not complex or complicated it’s compounded.

I'm in the midst of old time books, some of wars and others that make human more and in one of these books I found between the pillars a pressed flower for why to keep the beauty from then until now. 

Who ever reads this down on the lines, I really am a witch, it's the only word for my kind that men fear because I truly am allowed to go where they are told no. We follow very ancient ways of readings of habit, from all that is around us and we still know it can all be taken away for there is one Creator and we glorify that which He has made for us, and we do as He asked so very long ago it almost seems the masses have forgotten they are caught up in the games of the day trying to gather a wage. There really are bad people out there and they are pretending to be good but plain as day their behaviour shows their true motions. 

Putting a man on a pedestal saying he was sacrificed for your sins, prey tel I thought our Father said no more human sacrifice, as the good christian woman argues with another about the sanctity of her womb they pay to have scraped and sold on the market of transhumanism which sucks the blood of the young.  

Yes demons are real as are the Angels all around you and yes, God does sort us out.

but what do I know?

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

The ravens had a cry and now they are done. The rain has stopped and the birds and squirrels have come out for a snack. It was a good day to get ready for the fall.