Ariadne

 

In to the ether 

in to the air 

in through the matter

it's cause is to not care 

balance at my feet as justice weighs

you will See 

a crown to be bestowed 

the bear from the north

serpent under her feet

Hercules to the east

a problem was solved

by the grace of God above all is He

"She will come for thee"

Son of Jupiter, Mars, father of Romulus and Remus, father of Rome.

Jupiter, chief in the sky, eagle by his side

Saturn, father of Jupiter, when he ruled it was a golden age, Eden you may even say.

From Gaia came chaos

Uranus, father of titans

Neptune, whom you offer the bull 

As the Son reaches out his hand

Saturn and the moon do have a chat upon a mountain peak

as vipers fly through the air

Iris

 

Axiom of Choice

"Why?"

Because you don't get all the answers and will never fully understand somethings

mind the gap between the planets the stars and quantum scales 

Material in matter she walk upon terra

In a Formal way, when looked upon by others each saw her in their own fashion

An Agent efficient with vibration to drive motion

The Purpose {is never empty}

Pop pop fizz fizz Apep in the air 

Why is the Russel Paradox a paradox? 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

Next up Inclusion (Dei is God in Latin) but this is really spelled die...we are about to enter the inclusion state...equity is aways last{}.

Sage of War

 

 brother and sister sat over the cookie cutters

wondering when would they parse the way

memories upon them

holes would be in them

they knelt and prayed

Orwell's Pirates

 

There was an advert on Facebook marketplace for *free* insert your favorite hobby here hobby materials and his help had been requested for the pick up. He knew the women shouldn't travel alone, they could, but it wasn't really safe these days...and this was a strangers house from the internets so the gamble had increased a multifold.  

He was a kid in his early twenties with bits of beard on his face in patchwork places, thin, wet looking dark hair that hit above his shoulders, his shirt the colour of new leaf unfurled except muted and dulled, like his eyes. On his shirt was soft pink writing concerning a stance of disdain regarding plastic straws. 

Déjà vu again, bright pink flowers, everyone of them perfect, like rows of soft pillows reaching to the heavens...

Bam! the door did open and bright words did shoot at his eyes so not to be mistaken 

"Make Orwell Fiction Again" 

Déjà vu again, this time he was going to play along...

So he did ask her with a curiosity he thought sounded bright, 

"pray tell old crow with frost at your temples, what does this mean? Please explain." his head cocked to the side with a bit of ego weeping from his words as if to know. 

Her wings pulled in to get through the door, her legs grew long and she stood tall, her head held high. Down she came from her place just 3 steps above and she sang to him in words of plain,

"Well, it just so happens I have a story for you. Did you know Lowes installed a license plate recognition camera on a berm at the entrance of the parking lot? Rhetorical question, forgive my tresspass I must go on. The other evening we came upon a gentleman at that same Lowes to whom I said, 

"hello"

in the tool section where there are cameras all above and right in front of you. This man in what was either a French West African or Haitian accent replied,

"hello"

politely pushing his cart filled with 5 things. We headed our way to garden area, because I am after all a woman of seasons and this is garden season." She rambled, "When we finished up and were on our way, we saw that same young man... 

carrying his heavy burden through the adjacent bank parking lot, a place he hasn't robbed so no one gets a notification of the pirates arrival so he can take his plunder, his tax of equity, to sell it on amazon, the same place you can buy the license plate recognition machine."

The old crow with eyes veiled of glass wouldn't let go of her prey. 

"How many intersections and door bell rings, not to mention your computer, your telephone, your t.v., probably your stove too, look back at you? Now don't you know young man who is so bold, it doesn't matter if you wear a mask, they can see right through, to the inner you, there is only the one place they can't see." 

He listened soundly, he squinted his eyes, he didn't know if he wanted her song to end...

"...now the thieves just walk through the parking lot carrying the heavy DeWalt tools"

and to finish the say she in did in the circle way, she raised her eyebrow and sang, 

"Make Orwell Fiction Again"

"Huh", he replied and nodded his head, he turned and pondered and wondered.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

In reality we have cameras everywhere: speeding cameras to fine you, red light cameras to fine you, and toll road cameras to fine you. All fine ways are troll ways.

No camera can stop a crime unless it's a pre crime notification. 

If it is not a pre crime notification system that your precious tax dollars are subsidizing then it's a system where they catch the criminal after the crime has happened and "Awesome SCause!!!" We* (the royal We) bounce it through the system for your outrage and entertainment. Even the body cameras on the force of the after effects police. 

The above is not a fictional event, it is how ever written colourfully, to grab your attention...

The LPR camera is an easy purchase on amazon...now let me take this full circle some more...can you imagine what you can not buy on amazon it's the States all Seeing machine. 

He really was wearing a shirt with the captured straw psyop from early in the game of the system. 

I know a tranny mom who fell for it too.   

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The alarm went off when I went to close to the 'entry gate' to get my data collection pixels

 

a good story is about real people amplified for lesson of application

memes on shirts war is the only information you control

into the ether flip backwards then forwards the waters surround, push air out your nose as hard as you can when going forward, hold tight when going back, flip it in time, one way or the other its just a twist of faith it's when time is of the matter

Loath the Colour Pink

 

Oh how i loath the colour pink

sold to you with a wink

in truth neither here nor their 

not pure of blood or fear of dread

Oh how i loath the colour pink

ribbons and bows on ladies are for hos

Oh how i loath the colour pink

withered stems and tales with out end

you might forget a wrinkle of time

Oh how i loath the colour pink

often fussy generally trashy hardley ever classy

Oh how i loath the colour pink

A secret star hidden afar that moves you to and pushes you fro. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

Still in redshift, don't look forward to the blue that's when I look back on you 

Hear the Call

 

On this day, 

this full moon morn

I wish to say 

happy birthday

for once in awhile 

its not me

I no for not who you be

looking back in time

forward too

we See a moment in the blue through the purple hue

crystals clear the winged bat nears

don't hide your eyes

or fear the dread

when you hear the call

defend 

there will be no end

1. End you scream
2. It's all you want
3. Watch the tower of bable fall apart

Hear the old crow that sweeps the skies there is nothing they can't get by. This door and that, a window through there, time and matter are just a word or two just for you. The river is swift and off the edge you will fall, into the nothing was it worth it all. There is still time I'm told to say but not much for you to change your ways. 

The Daughter of Christ is here for your stay. 

 

Bark of the Wind

 

Dressed in long bright green grass with dew upon her nose, the moss below her felt her feet, soft and quick they held the beat as the bunny hopped away. 

Smokey Black Wings of bats on lions from below. stars from the north parade from above. eyes of owls watching with hats round rims too big for thee. 6 eyes stare blue and gold 2 are hidden one behind a pink ledge.  

the sound of hollow rustling as the wind barks underground heed the sounds her message the connection from where within

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

the lion bat just took off

Pax vobíscum

 

The old black crow's feet had touched the ground and out her mouth did come a sound

Shalom aleichem

Salam alaikum

the circle back was

Pax vobíscum

Dominus vobiscum

One Eye

 

I had a discussion with my Father while we watched mother earth spring forth, leaves of green unfurled on trees, out of the earth sprout things to eat, and Cardinals danced.

This discussion was a serious one, space and time and God. 

"Oh one eye Odin don't you See all that which worries thee. They mock where they should dread the touch of your hand across their head."

With thoughts long and hard i did ponder walking all your yards. We need to teach better with actions and ways, prodigy for children instead of envy and weak dread.

Like a sway back and forth I expressed to him where I was wrong to correct a course.

Object destination. 

For so long I thought what I was taught and understood their folly in their path. They make no more excuses just pander and play. No I say ive heard the please a correction must be made. And then i joked to end with flair we cant have death with out the Destroyer.

Where 

I sit at his left hand

Be still and listen 

One day I'll tell you a story 

Our Father, does he hear you?

Europa

The old witch crow with crystal site unfurled her wings as she dressed for flight. In to the smoke in to the know a drop of water on her brow. The space between the here and the there in the ether through the eye of the storm. A tempest does gather as pinion spins, a pixie that starts fires it looks like at a whim. An arching current through space and time, red shift ready, steady, always go. A gathering of titans, prodigy of God, look down from up upon what was yonder. 

moon and stars, sun and space 

they teach you nothing

it's common place 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

netsin dna elites 

Ingenious people rethink the way

Inventive people engineer the way

Indentured people pave the way

Initiated people walk the way

Industrious people keep the way

The more they tell you the more you can see

Once long ago on the island named Europa, she lounged by pools as she read stories of her children far away. Titans came and went as they caught a glimpse of a roman lady in training. Under guardian eyes where lions ward the way and dragons in flight are everyday. School it was where she learned to fit in a mission on terra was soon to be on the way. 

don't tell it on a mountain

 

The old witch crow with fur at her feet

heard the birds in the early morn sing a tweet tweet

as flew in to the maple tree at the base of the purple mount majesty 

war takes fold above in clouds of different matter form and then scatter

dragons of streaks in the air take part in dance with an angel with flair

motion so slow as above so below

God wills it thy will be done on earth as it is in the heaven 

white carp in the sky as cloud puffs fly by and in between a rainbow scene an editors delight

Nothing will be done and he will come

in the light of the sun

 stones spin

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The Vatican is going to release a statement on apparitions and discernment...I haven't seen a great deal of discernment in the realm of your reality of late, just a solid, for your information.

...

The 1st of the last was opened yesterday. 

In folds of threes we go backwards as we pray. 

The books move around with legs of their own, spitting this and editing that

, what ever you do don't tell it on a mountain.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Every day I call to God and sometimes He lets me hear

For I pray to God and honor Him

One God our Father

Father of many daughters and sons

One God our Father who loves our Mother

Places and matter are objective and corporeality

Inshallah 

Freyja's Day

 

On this Freyja's day in this month of Maia the trees are an unpolished emerald green as the rain falls all around. This day is good for travel to places there and yonder careful not to hit the ground.

I'm going to join you in your secret garden where the flowers always bloom, 12 stones away you are I can see in to your room. 

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When you put someone upon a stage, a pedestal, or let them pastor the sheep, you best hope they don't let them stray down the wrong way.

Do I need to tell you who Freyja and Maia are and what makes May so important in the Northern hemisphere, we are from the North, this is how you know.  

I watched a woman pastor a flock of women down the wrong path of identity. She bayed and swayed and sang a tune, while she denied her Holy Mother's womb. There I sat in front of her, back straight, chin up, garland as my crown, as I watched her slither from post to pillar with out an ounce of humility. With pride she wore her skin of inequity an illusion of her mind and refusal to correct her sin. This woman pastor said she had had a conversation with God, in her secret garden; this garden I do sow, you will not bare fruit among thorns, collect the weeds and tie them in bundles for burning is not what she heard, she listens to another, all sent by God are We. The Holy War is in front of thee.

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Always knowing nothing stays the same with time on terra, except the humans who can't escape their bondage to man, so design a future for it.

In to the Stone of Alexandria I spy

In to the past where the future I See

spins tick tock the clock 

Where I stop it's no business for you to witness 

till I stand in front thee 

will it be wrath 

will it be glee

will it be nothing 

I See in to thee

Inshallah

and still, above all is God Our Father, creator of all. 

Holy War

 

The enlightenment is over

God is live

Now what do you do?

Star Date: Five, Six, Twenty Twenty Four

 

FreeFlow 

I've been building out of stone of late, a path of rose, a wall that curves, and stairs that go up and down. 

What is this free flow its not the same as the others, yes yes, I know my mind has been busy in the know, gaining function here and there. No one seems to know what to do. Do you think you can stop a war? you can not. Kristin war theory 101, no torture, just complete annihilation, leave only 10% if you want them to florish. They will be fine in the after life if they believe, you do know that? My BrownNut called me horrified the Israelis were bombing Gaza. I answered her as a true believer, "Those people, the mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, cousins and friends, are fine. They don't just believe, they understand. They are in Gods hands now, sorted, into nothing for eternity, or risen to through the gates." In truth I have a healthy respect of Benjamin Netanyahu. Who ever is reading this...this is a very strange time...The authorities in Saudi Arabia are arresting citizens for speaking out against Israel. It's happening here too. Florida did it, so did Texas, people are really stupid morons. Meanwhile a modern day sacking and raiding is happening in cities run by people that never read 'give a mouse a cookie', as the mice complain 6 months food and housing isn't enough. Stop it, Do you know who really says stupid shit like that? The NGOs that are pilfering your pockets with the help of politicians, church groups too. I still am having a hard time wrapping my head around the United Methodist Church and the many others. Do they not realize what they have done? They created something out of whole cloth. The Catholic Church is shame on a pedestal, something once looked at in horror now worshiped and preached. If the Bride of Christ awakened in true what do you think it would look like? My grandma, Helcha, had a saying she often used, "To hell whicha then." Recall this is free flow it's where I go. What generation warfare are they using, how many fingers am I using? A holy war for sure, I can't understand how people can not see it all in front of them. I wonder how many Christian's* (what does that even mean any more?) have no clue that Israel promotes queer theory and the rainbow guard. I'll repeat that...they promote the rainbow, it's Federal Policy. Any whoooo most people don't know the good guy from the bad guy or is there even one? Everything seems evil from the American diet approved by the same group of people that said, "safe and effective this jab is", all the corrupt District Attorneys and Attorney General's, do I need to go on? Every space permeated with disgrace, disdain and disingenuousness. So much talk about who was responsible for the crucification of Christ is actual subject matter on the internet webs. Did the Jews have the Romans do it? so many nuance when they shouldn't and don't when they should. People have set themselves a blaze, a sacrifice before all so you might hear their call. We dismiss them as crazy because you know only a crazy person would do something like that. They believed in something so much they set them selves a blaze with all the hope of a future where you finally heard them, their message was that important, the now did not matter. We really are in a holy war. Meanwhile I'm waiting for Putin to take Kiev so we can be finished with this mess. It gets old and I know there is a move. The Queens gambit, does she step upon the snake. What generation warfare is this again? There is an election this year and the Department of Justice has told alphabet that they are only prosecuting voter suppression...don't let that get lost on you. I really thought they would have made a change by now in the American administration, I guess whatever they want is in the bag, and yeah, Trump as president again would be fabulous for some more up roar. (Don't act like he had power before, he didn't, the President can cause trouble but the president is just a figure head, we all must know this by now, it doesn't matter who it was, is, or is going to be.) 

A magic carpet of earth and stone I'll make so when God looks down I hope he sees the beauty that I see with gratitude he has placed it all before me. 

The crystal balls before me remind with the reflection of the light that will shine and dim, shoots through the night still flys the electrical arch where 2 become one a third to take the light and call. I don't know what else to say it's getting brighter and brighter as I look at it. It's beautiful what I see, blues, oranges, pinks, sparkling, then two figures walking, I can hear the chatter a dark cloud gathers. This is exactly as I see it in front of me at this moment. The cloud still hangs, the light is dim. 

It really is an interesting moment in time if you step back. It might help to put your thoughts in proper order and start moving on this planet like God is watching you and he's none too happy. 

Now to go with my freeflo and thoughts of God and Holy wars I wish to say something of forgiveness; not everybody deserves it and some people do, it's only your choice if the trespass happened against you.

Established True Identity

 

In the cover of dark she walked, a shadow of the rose, into the room of blue, she wore mother of pearl, a dress three inches below the knee as it should be, and a head cover to keep the sons rays from seeing her. Over her plain dress of burgundy wine three inches blow her knees, a cardigan sweater of solid pearl, at her feet petals of death shimmering behind patent leather. 

The room was expansive, but not in size, in ideas, except they all seemed to reach in to nothing. Looking down the room was all shades of blue, and somehow none of it recalled an open sky space. There was no beauty in the air, not the place before God, not one thing old to hold, nothing handmade, and it seemed none of it was borrowed but perhaps a word or two. There was no Glory to God in the most High, it was me, me, me, what's my identity, except for a few of Gods Good children strewn in for hue. She moved through the crowd and whispered here and there, they couldn't see her but she was duty bound dressed, in her A class uniform.

The old witch crow looked around and saw women of all class, season, and manner, the creed undercover was not hard to decree, the discernment around her was not to deep. blatant blasphemy Something fake was going on in front of her a show that poked at her like the other end of a feather that might tickle too.

When she arrived in the secret garden 

she removed her head cover

 dawned her Laurel May Wreath 

weaved by her mother's gift

flowers upon her head

at her feet petals of death

 shimmering behind patent leather

Forgive the trespass, 

and you best hope God our Father delivers you from evil

and never leads you into temptation 

She is the left hand of God

Air Attache from the heavens above

Gia Cardi

a name so old

it was Gardi

Did people forget you should feel insignificant before God

you

are

completely

replaceable

 

   

X

Aion

 

On this day in May, head adorned in silk and hay. The wind flows north a top the waning flush of the crab apple tree. Gods Good grace we take our charge weave a crown from life all around. A quest of time compacted to enlarge a design of Our Father we spread in to the here after.

Pour and stir till it finds

whisper there till it binds

 on the edge she takes flight

from the tower that keeps the weight of life easier to heft. 

"It may or may not pop up in May." Thank you English language, I appreciate your depth and at the same time the distance through time you can travel and the stories within stories I'm able to tel with so few words where the instruction to read a sentence is the detail. The quote sentence in my absolute base is, "In the month of May spring arrives and we find out if what we winter planted will sprout, Inshallah." Then you reach down deep to find out whoest be thee May as she springs forth with life that had been bound with drought the blessing of birth a life cycle eternal.

 watch out for those pesky spirits that hide in the shade

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

It smelled like a mechanical room, a garage where they do combustion engine work, except it was clean, not a speck of dust on the floor, not a smudge could she see. There was static in the air and a hum that vibrated her outer ear drums. 

Paperclips twisted together the communication lines, don't electrocute yourself.