Greetings, I hope these letters* find you well and in good health. How often do I say, "I'm the luckiest woman in the universe."? Our family is growing and my children are making their way in this world and I still get to have them close by. My husband and I have been very blessed of late to trek in to places others only dream and some most have never heard or seen. We have our health and it seems always enough wealth and love surrounding us. I have so much to be thankful for and I thank God everyday, many times a day.
Back in September we ate figs grown from a tree that is fed by the same well from which Abraham, Jacob, and Moses drank. We looked upon the old temple of The Moon and Stars and walked upon the tomb of a Nephilim. We meandered on top of tel's with T pillars reaching for a breath of new air in Karahan Tepe. We walked the same streets as our oldest prophets, those pathways and connections don't go away if they are grounded.
Just the other day we entered a temple of Mithras in old Rome, you could still see the old frescos of The Mother and her Son on the back wall of a hollowed from rock shelf. We saw so many relics of bones of hips, skulls, fingers, and hairs, not a worry, for they were all sacred. I wonder out loud often how many people think about what is under the Pantheon, under all the places where we recall the dead, where we bring them back to life as we pray for our own today.
My grandmother Helen who covered her hair when she entered the places that were holy, she who spoke of the Pope, Pope John Paul with glee and Father Bart and all the others that blessed my head, would they know I would get to sit in the belly of the snakes head in the audience of a real antipope, which hardly anyone acknowledges the reality of the situation of this time we live, the hear and now. All of the schisms of the faiths should be fair warnings, they burned down churches in Canada and arrested clergy. I wonder what the Martyrs of the Mexican civil war would say if they saw what was happening, "Our Lady of Guadalupe!" is what I imagine.
Speaking of the here and now, I'm still in shock a bit (I know I shouldn't be) that more people can't see the psyop, the Trump DeSantis crews that bicker on the 'air/nets' as if the National Guard didn't face it's weapons towards the citizens because the State at that moment was overtly taken over and no one even talks about it, they act like their vote means something...even here in Colorado they will put tax issues on the ballot and the people vote it down so the governor or legislation try to find go arounds...and they get away with it. Your vote is an illusion, it's a sport to keep you distracted from the real problem, that your country was taken over and the citizen is the enemy.
I try not to talk about what I See in the future, and you know how I am, when I travel back in time, it always comes back with me and I know that grounding is gonna come in handy down the line, I just don't know when. Have you been encouraging people to travel? You should, that way they can have a real comparison, not just one F.E.D. to them. I always think that's funny, "fed to them", this psyop is incredible, I impressed. Yeah, I know, they were patient, but wow they pushed it over the edge fast...from the future looking back I wonder what it will look like after all the players enter the field.
I had a memory the other night, it seems like a someone else's lifetime but it is still mine; I was sitting at a table the discussion was, the 'what to do' and the 'how to's' of when you get the call. The call is when there has been an incident and most likely loss of life and you are point for keeping that moment calm and still in the chaos and it most likely is some one you had broken bread with and almost certainly clanked a glass or 2 together of some libation and it most often would be groups of people. It was Command School at Herbert Field, it was where they groom and instruct commanders and their spouses. There was a tiny dooly hoo about us going to ACC Air Combat Command or AFSOC Air Force Special Operation Command command school when Surgeon took Command of the 41st at Moody, ACC and we were coming from Langley, also ACC and yes, the missions were very different and Rescue was more than just that and need to be treated as such. Anyhow the memory came to me and all I could think of is I wish I could crack the 'perception is reality' code.
In the beginning of this letter I said something about you finding these letters*...made me think of the Mediterranean Sea, I swam with every letter of every alphabet through the passing of time. I must say it was invigorating and refreshing, and I learned a lot. I made that sound funny on purpose, the rocks under foot where we swam were grey with white lines in all designs, and there is something about swimming in waters, any and all of them if you get a chance. The cistern at the Basilica was fascinating, I know it's unrealistic of me to think that explaining mythology was true and it really is in peoples religious books, which are also history books...I know, one day maybe I'll get the Angels and Aliens and gods and demi gods which are just nephilim in to the minds of others but sometimes I think it will take a Vulcan mind meld to get it there, talk about a massive psyop drop, that might crack the code, and still there is only one God.
The new year is around the corner and I'm looking at it like an engineer at NASA, plan for every situation and the situation which you will be put in will not be the one you planned for but you are an engineer, an engineer makes a Good plan.
I hope you got everything you wanted this year,
Kristin
Post Script,
No one wants to believe it's all a scam, I get it, perception is reality. After the code is cracked, I hope the replacement code has all the bugs out of the system, it's the deception of code upon code mirroring reality and reality is the show they put on your screen to distract you.
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