Junk Mail

 

My intent is not hurt but to those that deserve, that targeted and ruined the meek. 

They targeted individuals within the whole, to slow down the carry of the voice. 

It was all malice no good was attached.

Thank you to all that stood and stand.

Power to the People. Wisdom for our leaders. Prayers for the Souls.

Paula White

 

I was wondering how I was going to start this conversation and I'm not sure to whom this should be addressed so I suppose this is the way...

3vents of the world/national/local happenings of late I have concerns to the choice of Paula White as a serious choice for anything. We have a large problem of charlatans and prestige ministries that care more about them selves than the souls of the faithful, they think they do, they believe they know, they think they are better. If you see some one with the word, 'coach' in their name, be very wary if it has to do with your 'life design', snake oil pyramid sales people are what they are. In reality people need a drill sergeant and some magic too, God rules, Angel magic, have real faith, not that you were forgiven, don't you keep seeing your self staring back from the mirror when you look to blame.

The errant ways concerning...I would have to say all religions these days; that's why I'm here, in the end. The concerns we should have for the flock are not that they have been forgiven, it's the soul with which our concerns should be focused. As many have found out the last few years, the people with the papers that tell everyone they are experts, even the Bible ones my sweets, all of them, think they know and some still let the tranny that is making fun of them have any say. We should be serious with concerns to faith and say out loud Gods law. 

A few statements for view.

The Bible is a curated collection of books, Catholic, Orthodox, and all the Protestants, We call it a library.

Nag Hammadi and Dead Sea scrolls are libraries, probably curated but not for you. 

I believe we are in the midst of a pinnacle time that will be written down for years and my desire for the future is to teach our future to be better and that they can be better, Be Best. This is no joke to me, most parents think their children are special, I know mine are, some of yours too. The truth is, is that not everyone is good at what they sell you they are. I'm a serious person, I care that false teachers everywhere have massive flocks and the White House Faith Office, under Donald Trump chose Paula White, it makes me wonder, why her. It's not the money my focus is on, it's her teachings. 

I'd like to note that I'm no biblical scholar and when some one believes they have an 'answer' to their argument or point by calling out a number and chapter like a dewey decimal system, that doesn't tell me you know something, it shows me, you have dallied in a library, often only one, over and over you read the same books, searching.

This is an important moment in time, think out of the box if you really want to move forward, like Blue Angels in the sky. 

This is a side note, people like Candice Owens that reach their hand out asking for funds, she's married to a very wealthy man, question the women that think they are girl bosses and christians...

"Checkity, check, check you are servants of God," His hand reminds you. 

In reality you do the work they say they are doing by gift, not by subscription. 

Peace be with you,

X

Ava Maria

Alhamdulillah

Take it with a grain of salt, Pan America looks nice too. 

Paonne

 

The little witch rabbit with silver tufts above her large pointy ears hopped and popped through the under brush and upon the mat of cold wet leaves from the past, plastered to the earth starting the cycle of life. The hollowed out stems of things that once were, now stand tall in death. Fallen trees from storms that blow scattered upon brush bending bows for magic braids.  

The woman with the silver above her large pointy ears strode through her mother's west garden of statues and Iris's soon to bloom. The head of a handsome man on a pedestal cocked to the side and a little girl, basket in hand with a proper kerchief head, mossed with time. The woman with the silver above her large pointy ears clothed in the uniform of the day, golden overalls, black long sleeve fitted round neck t-shirt, and black boots three inches to her knees, wondered 'what they had done wrong to have no say and still have to watch it all'. 

The rain dripped periodically from the mackerel sky as the woman with the golden overalls and black boots three inches to her knees moved her way through the wooden door way, she had work to do by command of her mother a curating of view was about to take place and dead wood was about to be removed from said places. 

"Crack, crack, crack" broke the dead sticks below under the woman in the black boots threes inches to her knees and golden overalls, as she thought, 'this year I'll spread the dead and mulch it to the ground smaller in bits and pieces to quicken ultimate death to begin. Next year though in to the fire it shall go, and ash will be used in smarter purpose and use'.

The little witch rabbit with silver tufts above her large pointy ears, looked up to see the large boot come down on the dead as the woman in the golden overalls and black boots three inches to her knees, dragged and broke the dead here and there, out of view but thought of how we treat waste too. 

The woman in the golden overalls and black boots three inches to her knees started from around back because that was sound, as the little witch rabbit with silver above her large pointy ears watched with delight as a throne of the dead was calculated at the base of the oak tree, in the woods with fairy mounds. 

In reality it's 

The United States of the World 

are we in Order.

The Entity

VSDQ

 

The little witch rabbit

tufts of silver above her pointy ears 

followed down under Formic tunnels 

she heard the oak tree 

knock 

knock

knock

she did upon his limb 

and asked his brethren 

Questions.  

Bird flu…someone with a finger on a button of a lie, that is this reason for the price this egg season, my Mother said. What bird flu is, is a culling from a made up reason right before your eyes. It's the 'weaponization' of your food, there is nothing wrong with it but it raises prices when they use a pcr test to find a boogie virus then they cull the whole kaboodle=less food=food more expensive. Who's making this disunion? It's a real person making your eggs expensive. 

Any way I had something to say, it was important.

Death is She in time.

246

Eastern Star

 

It was the year of our Lord, two thousand, twenty five, the first month of the year. The bearded man had his head covered in a dark blue knit cap, keeping the warmth from escaping his body on that freezing morning. He had gotten both vehicles started and warmed up, all the horse power they could muster, packed discreetly to their limits. It was cold already and a winter storm was about to arrive, it was going to stick around for awhile and would soon hinder travel. The couple, the bearded man with the blue knit hat and the woman with short cropped hair around her tiny head, had been commanded to move. The country/State they were residing had enshrined in their constitution via vote of the people, that tax dollars would pay for the killing of children in utero up until the birth upon the desire of the mother, often guided by a person in a white coat telling the soon to be mother that something, 'might be wrong' with said child, or the mother has to work and can't take care of her child, or, just doesn't want it...no discussion of where said child emanates. The couple, filled with the Holy Spirit, didn’t look back as they caravaned their horses power as the sun rose on that cold morning, they moved towards the Eastern Star. 

 

Systems Controller and The Obese Man

The obese man sat over the chairs seat hoping it wouldn’t break beneath his weight, as the man in the white coat told him that it wasn’t his fault he was living in a grotesque skin filled with fat and disease. The other day a different white coated person had said,” there is less and less circulation in your legs and in a few years if things don’t turn around you will lose both feet.” The obese man whose feet pointed outward, as his legs rubbed together to below his knees recalled an advertisement on his favorite morning television show as he waddled down the hall, something that would be the answer to his prayers; a magic injection and he would no longer be in a grotesque skin, he’d be a skinny man they said and all he had to do…

“…ask your healthcare expert about it…"

Expert,”hormones, glp-1, you aren’t in control, disease, disease, some more it’s not your fault.”

You don’t say the man in the grotesque skin thought, obviously it’s not his fault, he knew it the whole time, he was smart and so grateful they could finally help him. They told him he was born this way and only with this magic injection could he be his true self; he would have to take it the rest of his life.

A week later the obese man lifted his puffy fingers holding a burger in a bun, ketchup dripping from the side he took a big bite and chewed his food and swallowed it down. The person in the white coat that he had asked about the magic injection, so he could be his true self, told him he didn’t have to do much differently, take special supplements and eat normal, so the soon to not be obese man for his first free meal would be his favorite.

The chewed up ground beef, pieces of bun, and ketchup slid down into his stomach where the acid would normally continue to break down so it could make to the next step where all the nutrients would be absorbed for good use. This time though the chewed up ground beef, pieces of bun, and ketchup jostled in his stomach till it would rot enough to seep through his intestinal system and drip out the other end, where normally nutrients would be absorbed to feed his whole body through management of the system controller.

The system controller of the obese man knew the fuel had been taken in to the body but now the pathways of control had been disconnected. The system controller had a job to do even if the fuel system had been closed off; so the system manager started to dismantle and consume the obese man, bone meal pieces here and there, iron from the organs, just a bit, not to much and some fat to melt on down.

The system controller was aware of more going on than the once obese man, as his not as fat fingers walked their way down the row of new shirts on hangers, something to fit his true self, smaller than his last self. The system controller had taken fuel where it could but with no control to intake fuel from the outside, the fat had been melted and the bones hallowed. The organs that the systems controller needed to keep the now not obese man alive had been broken down to keep the systems controller from wasting. 

The now not obese man was having more and more problems, he was skinny now, but he had a hard time breathing and his feet really weren’t better, his skin had yellowed here and greyed there he thought, as he walked down the hall to get his routine magic injection from the person with the white coat. As he was walking his hip buckled beneath him and he fell to the ground. 

A year later, after losing access to fuel control intake, the systems controller had no more fuel to keep the now not obese man working, so the systems controller started closing bits of the complex being down. 

Africanas Barbelo

 

There was a time and place 

We came from your past

We walked with you in your shoes 

as We wore ours well with good time. 

Then We spun in the air

 moved the future in time 

with God's Good will you have a chance to mend.

    

~>Fair warning though as We watch from above and below that to teach God's words mean to live as He commands.

Maats scales of justice are here, they are on the left when you come through the door.

The female Cardinals song 

comleX 1 

 to the trained ear it can sound quite vulgar. 

Alhamdulillah