Harvest 13, a house

 

Tomorrow looks fun, but maybe not for everyone.

Day 13 of Harvest

 

At any moment it can all be pulled.

Tres of the 12th

 

It's the many lies you need to See before thee to get where we need to be.

8:28 pm mortal combat. Lol

Hegseth. Stop.

Dos for the 12th

 

Human footsteps trampled terra in the median space that was below the above as the upheaval motion of Deaths river Styx, her cloak of time a golden shade of copper folded around her, sailing as her riders wailed and every one could feel the tel of what they had done. 

The windows the riders past, pained faces of anguish, lives pulled apart pressed to see what might have been. 

Splashes of blood that hit the mind and stung the riders who had no choice to feel the dread of no forgiveness for what had been done and instead a party of delights to confuse the hardened soul. 

A chance on this earth again and again, lives you have chosen and paths you have walked, real choices you made and it's on display, no other can forgive than the innocent life or God you rejected a gift of life. 

Day 12 of Harvest, Una

 

in to the eye for all to see 

hidden words spin in time

in the outer of the space

repeat and repeat 

and put in place

Fur at her feet, Death watched the current of her river Styx flow for each ripple a know. 

Here there was there a certain fold in the fabric of her cloak of time

a gift from her Father a vast seeing eyeing

a voice of a harpy 

to start quakes and move matter.

There she saw the truth of the deeds as the feathers landed, weighted words and deeds that were not said and hidden in sunder. Death did not mutter the lesson to the riders, they could hear the cries of the echos of their lies, their children left behind. 

Day 11 of Harvest

 

They didn't have to die the way they did. 

They did die the way they did. 

We say we have free speech because of them. 

I don't have cherry pick words and worry about feelings because of them.

It doesn't matter if I offend you with my beliefs because of them.

We have massive problems and feelings can go fuck themselves and I won't stop saying it. Thank you, Veterans.

I will raise great honest men from the dead so children can see what true honor, integrity, and leadership is. Thank you, Veterans.

My harpy cry to Valhalla is a practice for everyday as is my praise to God and there is no shame in that because of them, we say. Thank you, Veterans.

and now I will continue to rant with the knowledge that my right to free speech is from God, not another human and I need no, 'amendments' to my freedom. Thank you, Veterans. 

I would like to be serious for a moment; many have questioned their faith of late. We have had schisms in churches and the amount of lies spread, the utter depravity and breakdown of society is a mad tel. Not to mention churches peddling sin on my left and the right. 

Psychology is poison in the mind (mind control), God is the answer to the self problem (control under God). They are putting therapists in schools so the religion of self can spread. When it's pointed out as *don't* *say* *anything* *bad* about what ever flavor teacher, psychologist, or union that's the tel. or the 'defense industry'. It's the religion of identity and victimhood. 

God can move mountains and here is the secret sauce, it's 'God willing'. I know God is in charge of anything everything always was always has been to which we often say unknowable to the human mind. I also know I am completely replaceable and also loved at the same time. I know the people around me are human and I usually know why they trespass on others, usually because they are breaking Gods commandments. When you put man over God, it never works out, that's why We (Me the royal We that is sovereign over man) teach this. 

I find it comical when someone repeats this something or another, "Jesus was a man of peace, and he was forgiving and kind and yada, " Jesus was a prophet to me, a courageous man that stood up against a system, the roman tax one, while also standing up against the tribes, and you know this, upsetting tables; while also showing people how they were *doing* it wrong. It is not an insult to you for me to understand and know this. You don't need a building to give praise to God and love God. 

I can say the above because I am an American on this Veterans day.

A whole heaping load of trash, the administrative State of who ever you think that is, that assigns pills and masks, hoarding others precious time with a retarded nuance or fine would like me to not say what I want to say and how I want to say it. 

This Veterans Day I bugle my horn the Roman way as loud as I can for one and all to hear a whisper in an ear. Thank you, Veterans.

Praise God.

Deka Bonus

 

you that doesn't speak for the unborn have assured your daughters be whores of Babylon 

This is what's called meek rising

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

X enter stage right female icon all the guys liked and all the girls wanted to be, I am told, those were fake family ties. In our home in the 80's when we did watch television our father insisted, no 30 min comedies, they will rot your brain. We watched this ol' house. 

Now she feels like she can speak up? 

Weak sauce.