Old story

 

Live long and prosper

Star Date: 01. 01. XX XXV

 

life goes on; it's just different. 

The Alpha is silent 

Berashit

In the beginning

end from the beginning.

There is a story of two princes raised by a wolf

An argument ensues over which hill to use

A story since the beginning of time, there is more to that story

The Catholic Church in it's Pride to get along convened a synod and in synodality built an icon that removed the soul and removed all beauty of what God has given us and to show what we can achieve, their new icon has expunged humanity. 

This also is a story since the beginning of time, there is more to that story

In the temple of the Sun and Moon I stood

In the temple of the Father and Mother I knelt

The bones of my ancestors that God created I hold

The hearth fire We keep alive

Vesta is patching it together

Sun at her back 

left eye alight 

crystal cross before thee 

a shadow of an angel to be

Up the mountain they went 

drum beat in hand

call to their brothers

lighting the way

through the veil of haze

they saw her 

hovering bright

cone of light

above her heads spinning

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story 

This Halloween fear not the ghouls that slither on the ground beneath the place you walk in space where you can not See. Beware the ghouls their masked removed their words dripping with the sacrificial blood of children. 

In this world of such ugly 

I'm grateful for the vision of beauty before my eyes, 

to call Gods glory forward for all to See. 

Inshallah

 

Star Date: Thirty, Eight, Twenty Twenty Four

 

I'd like to jot a few things down for note so you can flavor this time of humans.

Every electrical current I follow says there is so much oxygen in the atmosphere it won't be as pretty as a daisy bomb. (Personally I'd like it to hold off a few months.)

The 2024 election in the United States is around the corner, I'm not aware of actual peace and stability anywhere in the world. They already had the reset and the coup now what do they do?

While I see women repeating that men should get vasectomies instead of women getting pregnant and having to have abortions, but they personally wouldn't have one but they won't judge some one else...They are saying you kill who ever you want they can't judge you or your situation. I would say forgive them God, they know not what they do, but they sure do sing about abortion in cadence as if they don't raise the flag of baby killing they won't be in the 'club' anymore. I wonder if they know how incredibly disgusting they look from the outside in; same with the ones that raise the + flag. Their moms should have taught them that they are who they hang with. 

These women have no idea what ghouls they are

 mask off as they take pride in the sacrifice

Don't mind me here

It's harvest time

Et tel

It's in the air everywhere now

The gangs arriving wolf pack in hand

Do you ever hear the screaming babies in your head

Stead fast

Women are fighting for their ability to kill their future

Women are fighting for their right to work as a slave to the state

Women are fighting for their right to pop poison pills 

You can stop here if you want, the rest is the most important that's why it's repeated often.  

Be still and listen 

One day I'll tell you a story

In the year of our Lord XX XX the United States Capitol was fenced in and the National Guard pointed its weapons at We The People. People that remind others of the Truth, that they weaponized a virus to attack humans, then told people if you don't let us put this* in your body we will not allow you to earn a wage, eat, learn, those that point these issues out, become a problem, so people stay quiet. The highest ranking woman in the military is a man that works in pediatrics and adolescent medicine* and wants your children to be forever prepubescent, it's federal policy, don't kink shame.

Peacock feather floating in the air

Ava Maria

Mashallah 

"Hey, Charlie!"

 

"Hey, Olive!", said the old round man with his white ribbed undershirt peeking under a blue plaid flannel shirt, his dark brown work pants held up with suspenders, white hair topped his head, his face was always smiling and eyes were a squint. 

"Would you get me that thing from that place?"

"You know it Grandpa!" replied the gangly girl of 11 with ratty hair as she spun around out the screen door as it knocked against the frame several times before it shut. 

The old man had worked a hard life that had paid off in dividends as he looked around counting his grand children, 11 to boot. He had traversed the country trailer in tow, here a job, there a job as families traveled together, building America, he was a steam fitter and a Mason. Looking back he recalled finding a place to settle with his wife and 4 children. Somewhere to take the wheels off their trailer so to start a different season of their life. 

His wife was a strong beautiful woman with a strict and seasoned mind with ties to the land who had an eye for finding the right fishing spot, away from the rest of the world, a cut through into the woods, around the gully, up a little hill snaking to the right then the left and down, if you walk bit on the dust, rock, and flowers on the bank of the finger of the lake there is a fallen 1/3 of a tree where the fish swim free. 

At this place this Welsh Gypsy settled in the 1950's were Mennonite and Amish communities as well as their own Baptist kind. Their little church patronage was pastored by a Korean man, a family man with a wife and three kids his own. Pastor Kim was his name an immigrant just arriving to a small rural town in the middle of the US of A, to preach the word of God.  

The year Pastor Kim's family arrived to this out of the way place where no one looked like them they were not welcomed with open arms. Much of the attitude was the heat of the days. Freezing nights were real though and those that called themselves Christians refused to pay for oil to heat the home of their own Pastor because he was from a different place and looked different. 

The old round mans wife her apron tied tight had a no nonsense take on people and life. 

The old round man was a younger man then and even with, or maybe it was because, his eighth grade education he understood right from wrong and also knew a person is a person is a person. 

Some how some way these poor people found a way, coats, and blankets and a warm place to stay. 

They were tied tight together from then.

At our grandfathers funeral when Pastor Kim said his magic words of love and praise I hope he heard Grandpa whisper, 

"See ya around, Charlie."

Because I did. 

Our grandmothers delight was having great grand Children of all the kinds, in a line of many more.

Sun source

Blue Shift

Rotten Apples

 

Blue dragon coming in hot

I hear the Cardinal song over the world

Don't let the rotten apples in

Scorpion Sting

 

God is your only hope

No man can save you

forgive my trespass on everything you were told

humans have always wanted to do what they have wanted to do

because God gave you free will

as you think to plan a future

use a model of strong bones

to pray upon

and recall the ways of old

take a bite of the fruit of life, which is a recall down the river Styx

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

I think I was around nine years old, our mom had been cleaning my sister and my closet, 1st apartment, 1st building, up a flight of stairs on the left, as you enter, down the hall on the right it was the back room on the left. Our closet was a piles of child messes upon toys, clothes, and books. Our mother didn't see the scorpion when it stung her when she was cleaning up our laziness.

One Day I Will Tell You A Story

 

Kristin stop being weird. Me, no, I have work to do. 

Spin around and hear the hallow sound deep a rumble 

left green eye

stone of Alexandria 

See the world behind 

the son rays a window to the past 

You can drape a rainbow over a pike, it is what it is. 

A vision of clear sight

free seeds of beauty, and in death there is more

Most people go through life pretending

Side note

Your word promp (which in actuality is the Ai learning how you think, take a min, maybe a few more and think about that) *< that is the most important thing I can insert into your mind, can you deal with complexity and compound matter at the same time?...I love cracks in a system. 

Eagles fly over ghosts below enter the spectrum 

"Make it your own" 

silver cone of power wings to fly

"you mean do it yourself"

From the north they arrive

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

of

World Domination

Aquarius

Fur at her feet, ground clear around her, she rested her self upon Aquarius to thank God for all, as she watched the moons of Saturn slide by, a spark in a time gone by. 

Lights

Camera 

Action

The stage is set

Inshallah 

 

Be Still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Don't ever say it can't happen.

Beauty

not perfection 

the beauty is striving for perfection

Alhamdulillah

All praise is due to God, Lord of all the worlds.

The Universe is ...

Game

 

Allen Iverson 

"You talkin bout practice?!"

"You talkin bout practice?!"

"I'm talkin bout Game!"

Gem on A Mine

 

Rockets in front of thee

staged through windows to See

vision of a future 

Seeds free for ye

time is set

2 till 12

3 gold flames reach their light

five balls still silver clear and more 

pink glow sky in the east and the west

pale horse to the right 

holy flowers bless this place

 

time is set

2 till 12

hallow holes in the whole light

all knowing eye with a floral pink light

a pale horse 2 riders bring a fright

into the mind the fruit grows 

where X marks the spot

a Patch all will know

How do you thank God?

Between Earth and The Stars

 Mysterious. 

You can change your name but you can not change your past which is who you are until you become, or not.

The old black crow bare of feet 

stayed her self for what would be

A vision of catastrophe  

heat burning all around 

left hand held right hand down

arms wide open

the whole world in her hands

Who am I to have a say? 

Who am I not.

There seems some confusion in the minds of some that you can nuance the space between two becoming one. 

There seems some confusion in the minds of some that you can nuance a man in a woman's space.

There seems to confusion in the minds of some that you can nuance a word till it becomes none. 

Just because you can

does not mean you should

the chat of ethics in the air 

is pathetic and makes me not care

a disingenuous here

a disingenuous there

your soul a waste

she whispered 

loud and clear

The beast has woken

right before your eyes

You have been told some stories that just aren't true vii visions that lead to catastrophe 

it be not there but it be true just not the way you envision it so

so as some do, look for clues to help you through what eternal is true

correct the ways of bygone days

and maybe you won't fall out of the boat and drown into nothing when you begin your ride down the river Styx, for Death knows truth between false even when false drapes itself in a lie.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

She sat upon Saturn 

visions be near

Jupiter

the moon

and mars all in ear

the bull rises in gemini

a fight be here

between earth 

and the stars

Pax Tibi

 

the water flowed from above as they hid the stray away below

none to see who would believe even if they saw 

the fire in the sky

there stood the 2 angels before her then multiplied in numbers to high to count

swords in hand an orange glow 

tentacles of sun rays welcoming and soft

a flower petal that will soon know death

when the water stops and the cold starts

still above one left eye drawn heavy with coal

all they thought was holy

pinned down by the destroyer

a practiced craft through time and space

where songs and words mark a place

there in the shimmer she saw a glimmer 

as the dead danced beside her

ready to set the pace

Pax Tibi

Alhamdulillah

Can You See It

You can take your shoes off 

 walk bare on this grass

cool to the touch

 soft underfoot

We will encounter a few bumps

 a bruise here or there

 when we get to the end

 I hope you will See life. 

Please fair warning though

 branches of knowledge 

 seems come out from outer space 

you didn't see it

 because you weren't looking

If you run into one

 and it smacks you in the eyes

 it's a trick

 keep your eyes open

 it just burns a bit

 for a tiny amount of time

 

In my minds eye I go back to Abraham when the confusion of discontent noise enters the arena of clear divisive thought. No, not Jacob...I'm looking for an answer that can not be confused, a story of old to show me the way 

and the only way I can show you is take you on the path while I tell you some stories.

I once tried out for a writing spot and made the team; it was atrociously fun what we were doing, pirating shows and adding commentary. I dabbled in the real house wives and the fringe of the universes which were all fake and contrived, low hanging fruit to throw around and make a mess, examples of what nots...

...but I never knew if I was actually good at the art of writing.

The position I did not earn as I was chosen via vote, and like most normal everyday people you go to those that like you for as many votes as you can...I don't know if I was chosen out of merit because I rigged the system, we all do if we can. It's a popularity contest, yes, it was writing so it had substance but too many give false praise because they want to live in a world that is    not       uncomfortable? 

It's an uncomfortable place to pop a squat and truly think about your own capabilities and the truth of your self. We call it knowing your dark self, the jihad, it's the wrestling with the way you order importance and act upon this way, the wrestle is to submit yourself to Gods rules. It is not a wrestle to know you did wrong, everyone knows when they are doing something wrong, even psychopaths -kristins definition of psychopath, someone that acts in a way where they are not responsible for their actions, you made them do it. It's a bad trait for a culture to survive let alone thrive, we are on demise as they eat their own and the children blame the parents for being human. We don't want people behaving in this manner so we give them a name with a solid definition to wary others to not trust them. 

Consequences roll Good and bad. 

anyway

My mom and I were chatting the other day with concerns to all the drugs the teachers, administrators, therapists, parents and all hand out like halloween candy...poison for the childs mind, body, and soul. 

    "If the teachers had told me that I could have given you or your lion of a brother a drug and that would calm you down, by heavens I woulda probably done it."  

She probably actually would not have done it, it was a joke, and the truth is always funny. We were a handful of four bodies with different heads. One golden and perfect, a crown upon her head, another a lion of intellect and strong movement, yet another a loud quizzical child in constant movement, and then the other a beautiful man with a natural knowledge of all things. All of us, our Fathers angels and if you ask mom anything you get the truth and a, "love you more." We are our Mother's stewards. 

Can you imagine what life was like for a quizzical child raised in a literal house of God, the first church, building one, apartment one, and yes we sang kumbaya as I sat at the feet of a Pakistani man, I don't recall his name, forgive me, as he played the guitar in our living room, with our very own teachers, experts all in their fields. Religious teachings with open minds and real hands on knowledge of the universal world; all of it, nothing was ever removed from the table, except dessert. (We didn't grow up with desserts, We, "deserted the table.")

Anyway, it was a fun way to grow up, free with a few rules to respect to keep everything civil. 

Let me tell you a few more stories please as we meander down this path

BrownNut the other day texted me a story of how for 3 weeks she refused to take the trash to the curb, because, she always does it and has asked for help. She stopped doing it to see if they noticed. They did. She didn't want to ask them any more, she's strong and tough but she's not their wife or mother, men need to take their own trash out.  

Patience is a virtue that pays off in dividends. I want to insert a pager joke here.   

I have a great deal of gratitude, I could have been born to anyone, anywhere and my children are literal gifts from God. 

Thanks for walking down this path with me, I started with Abraham and not Jacob with purpose, I also did not choose Jesus, lessons to learn all around. Abraham showed his brothers and sisters the truth of one God, he was saved and his brother was not. 

I thought we learned long ago not to sacrifice our children through the story of Abraham?  

In 2020 they poisoned as many minds as they could reach, they reached the whole planet except for one tribe on the Amazon and another on some island I think near Indonesia. It's been a long process to get us to this point, I'm not sure of the percentage amount of Churches and religious orders that have been taken by the new identity religion, where you idolize yourself and tell God to praise you because you are deserving.  

Never forget what they did. 

There are earthly consequences 

there have to be or we are not. 

We apply the word of God 

We amplify the word of God. 

God shows us if we are doing it correctly or not through feed back if you can See it

Here We are, can you See It.

The Golden Rule

 

Morals ethics values; I woke with those words in my minds eye to focus upon before the morning star

What do these words mean? In truth for them to mean anything they would have to matter and have a solid core for all to understand.

We don't have real conversations about how we should treat one another, or talk about one another. I hear, "Golden rule" which is to treat others as you would like to be treated.

This is mostly to those that have hijaked my name source and called it their own and pollute the true ways of God's goodness.   

Question..."Why do we not point out behavior that is morally corrupt? 

Question..."What are morals?" 

Answer, "What do you value?"

Death comes for everyone.

Question..."Why are you here?"

Answer..."God gave you life, so you could worship Him, so you could love Him, so you can make more that worship and love Him.

"Exercise! Exercise!" 

a hollowed out sound 

from the loud speakers 

several miles away 

floated through the air. 

Trucks with heavy tires rolled down the busy road,

 one by one 

as normal everyday people

 went about their business with blinders on 

When you raise children that are excused for bad behavior

You raise adults that excuse their own behavior

For what ever rhyme or reason they give themselves. 

Pray tel

What is your own system of belief? 

Question...if your system of belief excuses your behavior because you believe you are loved and can have what ever you want?.

Multiple choice...

a, "will there be consequences from other people when you take* or do something to someone else?" 

2. what kind of trust does it build in a family or community when their is no trust?" 

III. I saw a Vguys joke this am and wondered how many people wouldn't get it. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

This is all about application, self reflection, and how to teach and why we teach this way.

 

Positive feedback is bad in the world of the EE

Angels Take Flight

 

Into the clouds 

watch them go by

battle of ages right before your eyes

Into the clouds 

watch them go by

may they shade your way

on sunny days

let their water quench your thirst

there is one God

above those clouds

Master of all

children below

take haste and uncover your head

let the clouds seed you

the moon and stars will show the way

the sun will nourish your soul

Be still and listen

One day I will tel you a story

application is the key

Vesta

 

The morning sun

Vesta calls

Names painted in the past

Do you know the story of Elizabeth? 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

When we speak of a moral compass you go out understanding you actually don't know what's next but after you woke up not only did you live under Gods eye it becomes a language in your minds eye.

Voodoo Queen

 

Here she comes 

you better run

nowhere to hide 

she has eyes all over her head

deep in the dark 

way high up in space

she spins her tale and weaves her thread

golden orb

she wakes the dead

Metastasis

 

It's not rage or anger you should feel when you are corrected.

How does one unknow something? People do it all the time and I have never understood the why? Some might think I'm beating a dead horse but in truth I'm riding the pale horse in. 

I'll use an example of the Food and Drug Administration and the Center of Disease Control...side note, I walked through my home today to look for all the spots where there were no eyes that could see me through lens' we ignore. Would you like to read those titles of those massive bureaucracies that we pay for with our tax dollars...blah blah blah...can you hear me? 

I'll pull a digit from thin air, 70 percent of Americans know that the jab isn't good to some extent, there are actual different levels of knowledge of harm but for this exercise it's just that the jab does harm and 70 percent of Americans are aware. You will hear people aware of Collins and Fauci and what criminals they are and how Pharma and all have a revolving door. I think this is common knowledge but I'm not sure, I assume though for this exercise. I am unsure of the amount of people that will admit that our governments together created a virus to attack humans and released it; it's not a theory, they tell you they did it. Why do people still get the flu shot or the nose thing? Why do we let them still walk around? It's because regular normi everyday people have to pretend that the government is not poisoning our children and that you should unknow or turn the other cheek. They have poisoned generations of children all over the world...and yes, they all matter too.

What planet is this that I have landed?

Why do people still listen to any of them at all in regards to anything? 

Why would I have to say more than that; they tell you they did it and you still don't believe them. They tell you there are too many of us and you still listen to their advice regarding your health and what you eat. 

The doctor you see for your cancer...are you sure when they did your biopsy and the needle broke the prophylactic skin of the tumor, releasing the cancer virus...they call it metastasis.  

We joke about "cutting out the cancer" of bureaucracies 

be still and listen

one day I will tel you a story

Everything you thought you knew is wrong, down to the atom and beyond. Nothing is what you think it is. 

Who pushes all this mental health to drive insanity and why? What does it really do to help the masses? If you are in therapy you are a victim if you a victim its all about you if its all about you are a ... 

When someone forces their will on another, through action or threat, what do we call that?

The Narrsassitic Movement

 

What parent sends their child in to the world telling them they can do what they want and there won't be consequences?

Be still and listen

One day I'll tell you a story

On this day years ago an apparition as a ball for all to see in a little town in Portugal where Mary appeared and fed 3 children 3 consequences and one very big truth.

She's here.

As above So below

 

Moth guts on my fingers times past lost in mind

"who are you to say anything after all this time..."

There was a teacher that was a man that liked the children. His hands did move towards pleasure for himself, insisting the child wanted to be with him

There once was a religious instructor, a woman that had been forgiven for her sins, with whom it was easy to dance, her words were smooth. Her knowledge thin, a brew of one book, flavorless and lacking dimension of real things and that which is unseen, the hint bay or a tearing of sage for advice. 

There was once a witch woman an old crow with grey at her sides...

I shall continue... her tongue was sharp

Her black and white oxfords tied tightly to her feet she wandered the clean marble floor of the great empty room clad with gold on the outside. There she saw all the thoughts in the air and she whistled her tune to no one in the room

"When I was but a young wolf pup 

you sent me into the world 

a changling with many names 

from many places

a vector of chaos to put it all in order. 

To travel through time and space 

with grace to learn the ways. 

I sing for you today a tune 

of sunshine, love, and a truth 

to be told one day of a small world

filled with beings caught with lies. 

In order I do put it by the will of God, 

forgive my trespass."

Be still and listen 

One day I'll tell you a story 

 

AlpHeratz

 

...

This is a story that is not fiction    

    Her left index finger hovered over the screen

Whole Foods        O

Kohls                    O

the magnetic field intensified bringing it into her field of vision. The circle on her hand screen turned dark

Kohls it was.

    

    He had spent the night before imagining scenarios of clashes with women he thought should keep their mouths shut and sometimes needed to learn a lesson braided with little blonds and brunets tangled with any child looking at him. The world had gone bonkers in the last few years and now he could have his leave and prowl in what ever he liked. At 6'1", hovering over the women he hated in their spaces as he gawked in the shadows waiting for the little prey to walk by had extra flare. 

Women's shoes were uncomfortable so he wore his well worn athletic shoes. His hair was long and thin on top so he capped himself off with what he fantasized a country girl would wear, a fake-worn caramel coloured leatherish cowboy hat tied up at the sides. His shirt and skirt were different patterns that had no rhyme or reason. He was a walking joke that would have been funny if he hadn't been a predator with free rein because of political kindness.  

He craved conflict just as much as a conversation with a child that he would embellish in his mind later, when he was alone.  

    

    These days when she went out it was with no fuss in mind. The world had gone bonkers in the last few years and the powers that be seemed to think sexual predators didn't need to hide anymore and were lauded as long as they wore a skirt. Her jeans were non descript, her shirt was a grey v-neck t-shirt, her belt was metal free so she could come and go in some areas without stopping. Her shoes were all terrain with tread for rocks, tied tightly to her feet for easy to movement. Her personal bag, a small pouch, the colour of golden pecan wood she threw over her head so it crossed her body, no fuss in mind.

    

    He had been browsing the women's section, printed rayon shirts that a woman would wear to try and add an artificial flavor to a dull life while hiding the rolls of societal anxiety layered with skirts and slacks, as it was right next to the children's clothing and toy sections. 

"38 year oldish woman, denim shirt, ironed, with under shirt, helmet hair most likely coloured darker=won't rock boat. Little girl, 6 ish, bright pink hoody, moves around a lot=curious, not afraid of attention"

He stalks from rows and corners and a ways a way, the bright pink hoody is easy to spot. The mom and bright pink hoody start moving, no longer looking. He grabs a piece of clothing nearby as he maneuvers his way to be next to the little girl in the bright pink hoody who is active and curious and her mom, that will keep her head down as to not be seen. 

    The woman in the non descript jeans and grey v-neck t-shirt scanned the department store as she entered, too many clothes stacked upon each other on the left, shelving units to clutter the space in front of her, workers, shoppers...man in dress at five till, checkout counters to the left. She moved swiftly towards the back of the store where she had recalled the Amazon return area, she smiled as she thought, "that's how I would do it, 'easy Amazon returns, part of their client list is yours now, free get them in your store'." A quick glance not finding what she was looking for she moved towards the left of the back of the store, past the pajamas, picture frames, and door mats, around to the toys and there he was again, pretending to peruse in a skirt, he knows she's there. She walked past and meandered what looked like aimlessly as she recalculated her vector slowing her pace moving towards then past the checkout lines and she turned...

one lady NPC next up

Mom and girl with bright pink hoody

Man in skirt

NPC

NPC

She glides into line 

he doesn't notice she's in in line yet

He cocks his head to the side, tries to soften his shoulders...

Sexual predator man in an artificially raised voice, 

..."blah, blah, blah, I'm transgender" to the little girl in the bright pink hoody as the mom won't even look at the man in the skirt because she is too scared.

The woman in the non descript jeans and grey v-neck t-shirt brings her hand screen up to record mode. The man in the skirt capped off with his imaginary country girl look flashes a glance at the woman in the grey shirt and sees her hand screen, he stops talking to the little girl in the bright pink hoody who's mom was too scared to say anything or even look at the man in the skirt.

Time moves forward and the woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt places her eye upon the man in the skirt, his transaction be it may completed with the NPC cashier doesn't leave, going back towards the women's section, next to the children's section. 

Time moves forward some more and the woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt is again in the wrong place and with a point to the one place she hasn't been she goes, with her radar on.

Time moves forward some more and the Amazon return line is 4 deep staffed by a woman that does not want to be there moving quickly as she does nothing all the while aware this world is bullshit. 

Time moves slowly as the woman in the grey shirt keeps her back to the wall with her head on a swivel.

    

    The man fashioned in the culture attire of chaos, nefariousness, and a side of pedo called plus was not pleased as he finished his purchase of some too small shirt he had to grab. In his mind he reached for the woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt, smashing her head in to the ground, over and over...That sweet little girl...He was going to rip that woman's hand screen from her and tell everyone how homophobic she is...that sweet little girl, he wanted to get home but could wait, he loved conflict too. He waited in the shadows wondering what was taking so long for the woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt to leave so he could...leave at the same time...as he waited he seethed and then he went to look for her...

    The woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt had just finished her return when from the left she sees the man in the skirt. She bends down and looks up, sort of casually but awkwardly, so she can see where he is. The woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt knows that the man in the skirt is a sexual predator and she knows that she ruined his fun. Everyone else in the store goes about their business as they have been trained to pretend not to see him. The woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt casually squat walks periodically, walks normal in between and folds shirts bent over here and there as she moves to the front of the store not looking for a fight with the man in the skirt that is angry at the woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt because he believes he has the right to tell a little girl in a bright pink hoody a bunch of horse shit wrapped up in glitter that is poison, but grateful she showed him not everyone is afraid and also knows how to evade...

There is surveillance video of this story that is not fiction, of something that happened and also did not happen

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

"Oh no miss spider you may not sit beside her for out side and under the crescent moon is your new home, amidst rocks and an illusion of grand the oasis a glimer under the sand you go."

Inshallah 

I have no idea what this means

Virgo to the left Saturn army back as eve sets itself

"Hey google what are the odds..."   

Me, "Hey manmademachine..."

RanDo Player you have to mandator*ally with, "Source?"

Me, Myself and I, neck periscopes out a bit as both eyes squinch, right eye more than the left looking quizingly at mandator*ally.

Mandator*ally has no idea they are actual RanDo player that is just quest*mandatory.

Unrequited hate for a the psychopath 

Star Date: Nine, Ten, Twenty, Twenty Four

The old witch crow sat on the limb

 looking down on the prim

 no spell about wealth, health, or requital

 no atonement if you may See.

I received in the mail an advertisement for people to vote for an amendment that will enshrine abortion into the constitution here in Colorado. 

There she sat, stirring her black coffee from filtered water with her metal cone of power upon her head she looked into the dark deep as the sun did rise at her back with gratitude and grace but no redemption in her green eyes. 

There is a quote on this advertisement to enshrine the legality of baby killing in to the constitution here in Colorado by some people named, "ChrisTina and Roy", signed pretty much like that, are they real people? Doesn't matter to me. 

"We can never know what someone else is going through, and no matter what we would do in their situation, it's not our place to judge." 

It's every one's place in society to judge you and your choices. 

I will point out the weaponization on Christians, you are here to judge. You were not forgiven. I'm not kind, I don't care about your feelings I want the next generation to know better.

God loves you

God judges you

Judging is how We scientifically measure human behavior. Do you wonder what the Ai really knows and thinks? It judges you with ease...

Be still and listen

One day I will tel you a story

Do you know what today is?

Death Doesn't Care

 

I've always wondered how it worked. A system of compliance. Why ask why, just do. 

This morning I did something I didn't want to do but I did it. There was a wasp nest that I had to eradicate for if I had not they would have, as the nature of a wasp is, been a danger where they popped their squat. I didn't like it. I knew I was killing and you say

It's a wasp nest why do you fret

I fret not and move forward

As I know they are just something different than me. 

Which can do more damage my dear I'm asked from a far as I connect and Channel and feed them more. 

Don't Play With God

 

There was a thing, there was a time... she tied her shoes around her feet to hold her to terra. 

I attended a thing dressed as a queen where a woman declared herself an identity of preacher as she spoke of a garden where she would escape and speak to God of all the things against her...her children and husband oh poor her so much to do dishes and laundry too. With pride this woman stood infront of a group of woman called Christians and declared herself most important.

There once was a man that loved the violin. He played the most beautiful music from that violin. He loved playing his violin more than anything in the world for it was that thing that brought him peace. He loved it more than his wife and child.

He did die and ended up in heaven. There he was with his violin and the Angels came to him and said

"You may not play your violin in heaven."

"What? Why?"

"Because God is a saxophone man."

So there this man was in heaven with no peace because his violin was not allowed to be played in heaven. His heaven was no longer heaven to him. 

One day he hears God playing the sax and says

"I shall join in today"

So the man picked up his violin and started playing

Plink

A few notes in God shows himself to the man and feels the wrath on his soul.

Don't play with God.

I've been telling you a story as you sleep on the sides, time to wake.

7257

 

Every once in awhile I See a flicker here or there. A shimmer where the leaf should be

The Cardinal showed his all true colour 

Always forward.

Khepri

 

Flip in the way here and there feel no despair 

There in no win here in the air, land or sea the way of God under the oak tree where the spiders weave.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story 

Happy New Year Brothers and Sisters

The sound of the tractor filled the sound. Bang bang bang

The leaves of the planted tree she watched them sprout and grow and then in time she heard the leaves hit the earth.