Chit

 

Hello Monday, I See you looking at your screen searching for something real, away from the fake world. A panda rolling around and you wonder why, because it's fun. Why do Birds flock in the sky, because it's beautiful and they can and they are thanking God for the ability to fly above it all. Why do I think, because it's beautiful and I can. Why does NightHawk bring me gifts in the night of time, little mice perfectly killed with not a mar as a gift and a thanks for nourishing its life. We are human we don't sacrifice humans (Jesus was not sacrificed, they killed him so he would be quiet and was made an example and he would be ashamed of those that call them selves by my name, and that is the truth and I hope you see it one day). We respect life as a gift from God for our mind, that controls our body. Why do I make my legs take turns carrying the weight of my body as I stretch my arms out in a beautiful pose, because I can and I thank God I can, because I have limited time and I know it, my goal is perfection with an imperfect body but a perfect mind, honed and practiced like my song whistle or my singing voice out side where I am no ashamed of the gifts I was given and I won't hide them away. Why do you have short hair Kristin? because it's stupid and dead and I don't need to hide behind anything, or cover my face with chemicals that signal your brain you think you are ugly and have to hide your self because you are probably diseased, because you are beautiful and some one lied to you.  

She floated upon the smoky mountain top and no one could see her as she sent out her rays.

There I was learning something new that was old but not the oldest although I believe I will get there, and I saw the story of the beginning and some more of what we would see

1, Shhhhhhhhhhh

2, B someplace safe ( you See 1 becomes 2)

3, G (C) it means the camel (gimal) we bring life and spit you out

4, D, you exist

5, H hello there is another, a vessel to make more 

6, sIx how shall we spell it

7, I’m just Zayin he stated her with his sword or maybe you beed to arm your self

8, and for eternity it would continue until decided Chit, it what we use, to make more, horse apples fuel the ship.

9, can you see the new life slip out of the 0 of the 9  tet (that’s the hook)

10, and now we start some more

I have to teach my self because there are so many frauds, and repeaters and also some liars.

I once sat a through a whole day of Command school and cried at the magnitude of the responsibility that was upon our shoulders in times of war and peace.

I had a front row seat at the Munich security conference and listened to every thing that was said out loud, to include Rawanda and the DRC issues.

How many Christian’s were beheaded the other day?

I know.

Stop it. 

I can hear you and I won’t stop. I don’t stop except by command of that which is above and below me. X do you understand?

Jesus rolled over in his grave and is a wake. It’s not the man but the consciousness which you wake inside your mind. When you treat your body as a temple in truth and have only Truth around you, but you have to See it to (get) it. It’s a gift of understanding and belief that you are but a formic worker bee and you know your place in the system. Same with the earth same with the body. The golden rule to treat others with respect (as they treat others) doesn’t work {in kind} after a stranger (a human that is not sovereign over an other and has no idea what they are talking about <lying by omission or repeating an others said lies> and causes harm. We remove that which harms, not that which heals. You do not paralyze any part of the brain or lie to it. Disease comes from the mind, as does the healing; it only works when you let you mind BE and you conduct you self appropriately…under the rules set forth because you actually understand how it all works and you are only here by the grace of God and that your mother didn’t kill you. To be able to do this you need agency (honest (honed) love). A woman that convinces another that killing her child or an others because she doesn’t like (her) life is an evil being that whispers with her forked tongue as her flesh falls off and she’s reminded daily she’s just an animal. Why do women remove the fur from our bodies? To remind our selves we are more than animals and have agency (ts) all around us if we have the free will of our self to conduct our self perfectly. 

It begins with you.

It doesn't have to end with you

This is the 3rd day of Ramazan when you symbolically eat under the cover of darkness celebrating the being of new life about to be as we watch the new moon grow.  

This is a war between Good and evil, and I'm not joking around any more. 

ATeCt

 

The 8 (th) try is a mobius strip (figure eight) how to send and catch, boomerang chat;) 

On the 3rd of March (3rd month as we spring forth into the month of the lion with raptor roars thundering through the sky as the raptor rises, spins and turns back after drop off and returns with perfect pitch and is caught in Neptune's good hands 

He believes in him self and the team. 

At 6:30. This is called the A teSt 

Batman 

Vulcan Mind Meld

 

She waded through the river of life, the refreshing current cold with abundant themes of time lines and places to become. Truth sat on to the soft moss covered bank, clean and refreshed she looked down and watched her smooth legs dangle apart from one another as the splash of the refreshing river water splashed and then came down with a plop back where it belonged with the rest.

She gathered her garments she had piled earlier, where lie could not go, a different time line all would know. 

Truth stepped her left foot through her sea blue, the colour of the ocean on a calm clear sky day and all matter had floated to the bottom and you could see all the way down with your bare eyes, pant leg and wiggled her perfect toes, then stepped her right foot through the other, looked down and wiggled her other set of toes that was not the same as the other set on the left, but worked fine and dandy, equal but not the same. She picked up her shirt and lifted it over her head to cover her self, as it wasn't any other bodies business what they saw of her but what she desired. Truth swung her golden cloak across the back of her shoulders, bits of grass and bark flung around her, Truth had a lot of work ahead of her.  

The smoke drifted through the air of the room, the sound of song birds near by, a blue bird landed near her and stared then sang her a song of perhaps a delight. 

How to move a complete set [X] but in a complete box where nothing can get in or out (ray)diation, and keep the complete set safe from letting anything in or out. (We*(in this instance I actually mean royalty) used to have skif, it was a gold colour box where secret communications could be had. 

Where are we trying to move it? farther.

How to contain a complete set and move it through space ~, but a mobius strip entertained with another, magnetic attraction. 2 equal sets with different parts working in in tandem but multi layer. 

We use crystals for stealth, laser, communication, to harness energy and the such...

A crystal chrysalis, it would have to be raw and come from the place where it came from. A complete set within a complete set. We start at perfection, then go from there. 

Abstract thinking is that you think you are perfecting something by making it reflect light the way you think it is desired, in reality if you would like to keep magnetic attraction to hold it has to be pure, completely pure. none of that' almost, with...(dot's) after it. 

It about complete and clear communication lines where nothing can get in the way. 

(Welcome to Dune, I'm your witch.)

The reason women are told to cover their heads (out side under the sun, moon, and stArs) is that so they (the sun, moon and stars, we are but like the Formics) would not be enamored by the beauty of the perfect women, and the only way to keep the sun moon and stars from seeing the beauty of the women of planet earth was to cover them completely, from head to toe. You See it's called magnetic attraction, a complete understanding and knowing, two equal sets, at the time of you birth where ever you are they watched you be born, the sun, the moon, and the stW(a)rs. They saw the beauty that we are, beings with free will to move about as we desire with the ability to become (more, with out breaking off a piece until the correct moment of which we would have no choosing and that we were to not be afraid) perfect here on earth. 

The viper raised her head from the ground arching her back, the sun rays absorbed through her elongated neck where she also had eyes that the sun let her see behind her when she went in for attack. 

Thought, the complete set in the perfect box is 3, but they have to be perfect...completely perfect with the ability to learn more, different. 

What is a human conduit. 

Some things* can not be measured, but we can learn and when you get it correct you will know it. 

I believe in the human race, that though we are not perfect on the out side to others we have the ability to see the individual uncut perfection that we are, and underneath all we are is grey matter with eyes posed out of the front of our skulls, and when you think you are an apex predator because you believe you see everything in front of you, some one out there has their eyes all over you. 

(edit-10:10 ish because it's important. it has to be three *perfect* people born at the exact correct time and places using the correlating crystals, no alterations to their DNA, no augmentations, marring can't be helped, no ability to become more than just the three, I'm unsure of the combination right now.) 

I'd love that paper clip necklace Dr Al (he was a family friend and bounced my youngest on his knee to see how the wolf mom could breed), if you attire is correct it doesn't pinch the skin.)

Alhamdulillah

FireFly

 

She was just a dot until she was not.

Helcha and Patchy were exuberant at the news of their Easter surprise, they were going to be parents. It was 1940, she would arrive in the fall just in time for her first Christmas. Helchas twin sister Stacy knew before Patchy, maybe even before her sister. Back then being a twin was dangerous business where they had come from, medical and psychological experiments galore were had on twins. It seemed people had gone mad thinking they were gods that could commit atrocities never been seen before all over the world, not just one country. They were safe though, in a little town in Massachusetts.  

It was a time before the medical doctors had the use of ultra (crystals from the earth) sound to see inside the womb of the mother and take a gander at the child or popped a hole (I wonder what damage that can do when dealing with a complex system that not many will even consider) in the amniotic fluid to do 'tests' to see how the child was developing. 

The arrival of their first born was marred by a complication they didn't foresee, the little girl with tufts of hair the colour of fire upon her crown had been born with webbed fingers on one hand, it was September 20, 1940. 

For six years the little girl with tufts of hair the colour of fire upon her crown, was in and out of hospitals as they tried to correct the problem of this, God's child, that had been born deformed. 

(edit 4:30, because I forgot something very important to the story) Her mother and father worried *but had faith and when they walked into their place to call forth all the help the universe could gather to save their future, they dipped their human fingers and crossed the holy waters to brace the mind for the other side as they knelt under the shadow of the cross*, and prayed in and out of Church, words over their Rosaries everyday as they were able to be blessed again with another child, a boy, all the while they ferried their precious daughter to and fro and in and out of surgeries. One digit from her foot they patched her hand together so it would be a useful human hand that others would look at with disgust her entire life because it would never look like it was supposed too. 

The little girl with tufts of hair the colour of fire upon her crown with wone hand tied behind her back, grew up and went to medical school and became a nurse, a head honcho at a local hospital and she didn't know she was 'handicapped' until someone told her some time in the 1980's. 

The little girl with tufts of hair the colour of fire upon her crown with wone hand tied behind her back, grew up and fell in love and on her wedding day the biggest polka band on the bed of a truck greeted her at the door and brought her to the Catholic Church where she would tie the knot. 

The little girl with tufts of hair the colour of fire upon her crown, that was born with wone hand tied behind her back, gave birth in the late 1960's to a little girl, Dawn Marie, she's my cousin, on my fathers side, she and her children care for their aging mother, my Aunt Dorothy, her name means, "Gift of God".  

Now a days the doctors and psychologists of the breeding machine would have told you to just throw that baby out with the bath water because it wasn't up to par. "Abort! Abort! Abort!", they would yell, because they know they don't have the strength it takes to over come the hurdles God or we put in our way and sometimes we are just born this way. 

One day I will tell you a story

and it will make some minds want to explode. 

After my grandfather Patchy passed into the other realm, my father and mother were able to purchase a small home for Helcha where she could walk to her local church and have her food blessed on Easter with her grandchild, or children, in total a set of 5, and one that would spread the Word over the globe and her great, great, grandchildren that she would never know would be speak her native tongue Latin, although they did not all look like her, they would be one happy family. 

I was able to see that humble little home, it's now painted a beautiful soft orange hue you would find in a sunset. I like when people take care of that which is old, until it's time is up.

The Eagle has landed.

Faith, I know Her.

 

Meat of the animal must never be cooked in the mother’s milk. It bothers the mind. It does actually matter what we feed our Self. 

The mind (the root/cone) understands how the system works, and it is exuberantly more complex than we imagined, even if the human does not.

The mind knows something is wrong and tries to wake the body/consciousness. You have to train the mind properly, this is possible under a canopy of Gods rules, but every one must agree, you don't nuance Gods measurements.

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She took the blade of the long thin sharp knife and bore down gently into flesh of the perfect looking apple, hand chosen, with no blemish she could see. She removed the large chunk of the apple and bit down, chewed, and swallowed then looked and saw that under the perfect skin surrounded by perfect flesh there was rot where there should have been none. 'How does something rot from within', she thought, as she used her knife quizzically to discover within. The programer pondered the thought of messaging rot and how it would begin, 'with knowledge of motion and the heat within that once started starts to spin', she threw the whole apple in the bin. She thought again, 'with knowledge there is power but not over others, the understanding of the self, with the help of the mind and Gods Good path Guidance, our bodies are our minds temple for the root cone in our mind.'

It was the year 1905, hormone is the word used for (sign)alers / (chemical) messengers that do the minds bidding, what signals have been crossed here...multileveldimensional question.

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The pirate walked her ship and saw the ashes from the woman’s circle had not all scattered to the wind, so she gathered them to line her eyes as she felt the cold breeze on her skin. 

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Death's office was a small room in the back of an unassuming red brick home that wanted to be painted white and a porch that was good to have a chairs to sit and rock. 

She sat on the sofa that resembled lush earth in the back of the unassuming red brick home that wanted to be white, her black coat she wore for 'going out work' was draped over the arm, as her she wolf slept sweetly next to it, her head burrowed in the smell of the places she was not allowed to go, doing what Death did as she heard the foot steps of her father get louder. She was wearing fitted blue jeans, that stopped three inches above her ankles, black skin shoes lined with fur and a fitted long sleeve black shirt.

"Hey Dad, welcome to my office", she joked, as it was His house and she knew this quite well.

As she got up and greeted him on the other side of the river as is the way and she walked with him. There he saw waste that had piled and needed to be burned, her golden overalls recklessly strewn, and a miniature tree, brought back to life each new season, surrounded by rocks gathered on a stand.

"Is this the waiting room?"

"This is where I keep all the coats Dad." As Death opened the closet door. 

His purpose this moment in time was to measure the left window, one side would be best, as he took out his Golden ruler and extended it in front of the duel pane windows Death enjoyed keeping clean so to view her Mothers Garden: year around fresh spring grass, cardinals and river trees, a maple weeping too. Her name plate on the other side of the window so those that could see in would know it was Her Garden, of even Stevens they were in. 

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With purpose she was caught, her birth hidden from the world at the rivers bend, under a canopy of trees as her marriage would be; and they whispered into her mind her name, whiTch she would become.  

Krinein is Greek, it means to judge in a time of crisis and to tel so to study, and this is what has been. 

Kriste, Xrist, it matters not the spelling but the root. In reality the X is silent except in emergencies and then you shout it as loud as you can, and then their is the rIst, the me, mySelf, and I here on earth until I am one, not God, God is not I, and then I direct it in.

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There once was a woman heartbroken over all she had seen, the salt from her fallen tears had hit the ground three times too often and she called her mothers name on the bones of her fathers ashes, her heart broken once to often this time, it was time to go back to old stories of things that happen on mountain tops hidden from the below. 

 

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You can not let other *things* think for you, not chemical or mechanical. It is the best of times to keep the faith it is the worst of times to call it. 

The Vulcan soared and left the Romulans behind. 

and her Father said, 

"That's all she wrote." 

and she knew there would be more, it would just be different.  

and she closed her apple computer

Magnetic Attraction

 

What about laser focused super magnetic attraction… a tractor beam 

Hours Horus 

Scan The Code

 

The programmer worked furiously, her finger tips shocked lightning, force feeding a stream of code into the machine. The base code line had been over written, for some bad human reason, the glitches and cracks had evolved and matured at multilevel dimensions it spread deep within. The machine wasn't working end to end, the Byzantine Generals question her main quest from the begin. 

scan the code

meaningful beauty  

Rise the Alph at Godswitch command

Alhamdulillah