ορλανον

 

You are what you do. 

משיח

 

I signed this first, just so there is clarity to see.

How many new religions have humans cut out of whole cloth because they wanted. 

Calvinists don't want to believe they have free will=not responsible for ones own actions.

The Church of The Latter Day Saints; I crack up when I read that, every time, people are so manipulable, basically a sex cult they just don't admit they are one.

Catholicism and The Holy Trinity, I despise such blatant scheming, I walked those paths and sat at those tables in Cappadocia before the council met, I heard and saw but they see me not. Misguided I still love them.

A few examples and I didn't even mention the Evangelicals, I read their books, I know the people, misguided I still love them.

The Mental Health Religion is the most infectious.

They sacrifice their young, not just by abortion but the youth they taint their minds with deceptive words telling them they can be anything they want, even if it's impossible, and they will never know joy.  They believe in the transition of the human body though allopathic, exploitation, and surgery;  they are the victims of their parent(s) and a religious system of Mental Health that lies to them.  They will never know the joy of achievement, for they will never get where they are told 'they can go'. God loves the victims not the perpetrators of crimes against God; there's will be there's.

The hierarchy of the wicked bunch is Men in women's style of the day, sometimes they have had their nuts and saber twisted, sometimes not, Rachel Levin was the Health and Human services guy, attired in the women's style of the day, a high priest of the Mental Health religion. If they have the pleasure to enjoy the company of children and can forever make them a victim, that is their perfect outcome...victimhood

There are women with beards, the lowliest of the low, their breasts removed and a construction of what is to look like a mans unit sewn on, they will never know joy.      

Their are many that dye their hair of pierce their faces in odd places and others that look more normal in the suit of the day, then others still yet that gleefully whisper, "come out, come out, come out to me."

It pervasive, it's in the Masons, the schools so to get them young, Episcopalian, Presbyterian, the First United Methodist Church's to name just a few fly the tell of the rainbow, and such the time.

Not every person is susceptible to the manipulation of the mind, but most are, they just want to believe, what ever it is. The days this is typed most people know the silence of God where others see His creation.

Agent of God, holy be her name, 

Χριοτόζ

The Beast

 

The primordial order

 over the world 

and the laws governing all.

Many moons ago the weavers were told in explicit terms that if they did not remove themselves from a said space she would remove them in time and eradicate their offspring. 

Sweeping corners with her stout broom she whistled while she worked, webs woven were no match for her tool of sticks bundled in mass. The trap of the web didn’t hang on for long as she moved into hard to reach places. 

She didn’t fret the offsprings demise. They were allowed to exist as a whole but not in her space. The eggs laid, smashed and removed, then a dust of toxin made for the weavers was spread to solidify the situation. 

It was a process, it was a nice place, safe except all but one predator and she was a beast. 

Moons passed as would take her stout broom, removing the uninvited and problem makers.

One month a feisty weaver, a warrior be it got their fangs into the beast that killed their offspring. A bite with poison through the extra layer over the beasts skin. 

From then on the beast took out the weaver unabashedly.

Oh Vanity of vanities

 

What a strange day on Earth, and it was only 10:22 in the morning.

Death, clad in flowing cream pants, a white top reaching over her chest to the base of her neck, her hood matching her pants, embellished with gold. On her feet were oxfords, white and cream, tied tightly for the grounding. 

She had taken her pale horse down the old war path not knowing the destination, just that there would be one of vision, whose it would be she did not know. Down the mountain and through the spiraled canopy woods she made her way...

A man in a moss blue shirt with a Hawaiian motif of tropical greenery greeted Death and returned her brilliant smile. 

"Abracadabra, I, I see the magic you do!" He raised his arms up as she opened the window portal. Then he bowed to her. 

"The spells I spin are the breath of life." Death knew God was listening, always.

He opened the door for Death with flair and in she walked, grounded on the earthly realm.

She looked around the room where her audience waited. A place where everyone wanted to see and not all could, even with correction.

It was the fake red-haired woman with her reshaped nose that she thought looked better than her old one Death was drawn to first. The cataract surgery her surgeon had done incorrectly left her without the possibility of using contacts and she 'has TMJ' and doesn't want to put anything over her ears, then she explains she really just doesn't want to walk around with goggles over her eyes and she just want to see the way she wants to see she explains to the woman in cream and white, her vision focused, clear and wide, knowing what it is to look through glass. 

"Was it Ecclesiastes?" Death asked no one and everyone in the audience and then said,

"Oh, vanity of vanities...The story of wasted breath and time, death still arrives." Death said in a voice to be heard with clarity and presence.

She looked at the next man, the others in the space had no escape as they waited.

"What's '85 bears?" Death queried the man close to her. His shirt a memory of another time of no importance, as he tells her all about the Chicago bears and that he and his wife are heading to visit friends in Colorado in a couple weeks. 

"Colorado you say? It's so beautiful, I used to love the air there, these days it's much different; they actually serve people refurbished sewage water to drink, that's most places now a days though. When were you there last?"

"Oh, about 20 years ago we went to Colorado Springs. We loved it."

"It's gotten distressingly dangerous there. Awhile back a man dragged a woman to death in Castle Rock and the therapist said they were too mentally ill to know better, so the Judge let him back on the street."

She let it hang in the air and then...

"There's a mass problem with people that aren't 'homeless', if you hear someone say that it's a housing problem, they aren't being honest, it's sexual violent predators they let wander the streets."

The man from Chicago says they probably won't go there so he doesn't have to worry about that stuff; not his problem. His eyes glaze over, a film of to blur lines so he can look around but not see. 

A woman in a loose fitting plain white T-shirt and soft denim blue capri pants, normal by most standards, leans in and says,

"Did you hear about the AI center they want to put here and all the water it will use?"

Death ever grateful for the people God chose for her looked the normal woman in her eyes, gratitude for the spark of life, so she could extinguish it with surgical sound precision,

"Right?! It's so bad, and what can you even do about it? You know they will put it in, you get no choice. The City Council or whom ever gives the thumbs up doesn't care about you, just there end of the day steak and potatoes, and again, what can you regular person do about it? well if you did you would probably go to jail." There was no laughter.

Death didn't count the empty eyes surrounding her that could see nothing. The nobody woman with her lanky daughter that would only gaze at the hem of Death's cream flowing pants as she thought, ‘why can't people be kind?’ 

The talisman vision room, an audience of eyes watching with no mind to see where vibrations in the air take cause. 

 

Evacuation Map

 

The a white paper with a wide boarder has a small typed red graph added

“MEET UNDER SIGN By ROAD” in red 

3 tacks, 2 on top, left and right, the other centered bottom

A roughly hand drawn line in red, straight to the right 3 ways

One way is a dead end

Balogun

 

Venturing out these days has the same vibration as walking an old Roman road when they were old but not as old as now. The faces all sorts of colours, languages and sounds different cultures make, the aromas and smells of other peoples foods; even the Pope is an American. 

I have a few oddities that aren't odd anymore, they are becoming normal...

The Nigerian communist scammer mayor of Colorado Springs is up for reelection.

The Nigerian cardiologist has an 'open' sign on his door.

The pilot on my last flight, "hasn't done anything that's made me worried yet." over heard somewhere...

"What?" 

said in a quizzical manner

mathing as fast as I can

Number one the mayor fiasco, they obviously wanted him in that position or the FBI would have told the populas that he had pre knowledge of the contrived 'racist' burning of a sign before his last election. The crime is rampant and there are bums in the north, south, east and west. 

2, This is not anomaly. Do we not have enough American doctors? Why? Grasping on to the process of who decides who gets into medical school (no matter my disdain for the hack of a profession it is under the guise of Insurance companies) and what are the criteria. Did they make 'doctoring' unfashionable as doctors these days are considered lapdogs of big pharma? Rhetorical. 

# three. What? What? Why? Did the great rona removal (of competent people from important positions (except mayor, everyone knows that's a joke now) deplete American jobs so much so they brought in Nigerians? 

Nigeria is not a colony of the United States.

נטלות

 

Well, there you have it. 

…and she lifted off