Day 30 of Harvest

 

She spun and she spun Uttu did so

Pinion spin what she spun

The heat of fire from Hercules wings

Crows overhead they cawed

The Cardinal cloaked not all is done

Hey Neighbor 29

 

Local Colorado trash CDOT or whom ever have implemented dynamic (market price-who sets the price of something these days?) tolling..."da fuck?"...Any way (back story)we here in Colorado Springs had voted on paying with our tax dollars to widen I-25 at "the gap" because we did not want a toll road. We paid for it and great Governor Polis made it into a toll road. Hey, neighbor. 

Our grand Mayor Yemi...the Nigerian scammer, in truth as I laugh and joke about it the potential severity of having a Manchurian candidate in the military's back yard, one with a victim mentality that preaches some kind of word of god, not to mention race hoaxs, and yes, communism is bad and he is one, and all the such. Hey, neighbor.

The city council here in Colorado Springs censured one of their members for pointing out that maybe they shouldn't be voting on giving out building permits to builders that donated to their candidacy funds. Hey, neighbor.

I'm going to tell you how asinine this shit is and how much they truly don't give any shits about real people. There is a community on Lower Gold Camp Rd, it's on hill, the hill is a mine tailing site, the ground is poison. Don't worry, they put some really heavy plastic between you and that mess of poison. If you buy there you are told not to grow food items. They broke ground on another group of homes to be built on this poisoned ground site...I wonder if the construction workers know they are breaking ground on the site of a mine tailing hill and the actual real risks involved with concerns to heavy metal poisoning...Hey, neighbor. 

Day 29 of Harvest

 

"dehumanize"

Right now in England they are on the steady path to legal euthanasia via the state...stop, please. Have you seen Canada? This is that great socialized medicine with a cost benefit added.

The same people that wreck women's sacred places are the same kind of people pushing for this end game scenario, for the poor and the wretched...these, and I'm going to trespass with the trample of a beast, are the same people that yell abortion instead of teaching differently...all the same kinds of people...and they use the word dehumanize to describe the plight of the child rapist as we should not dehumanize them...yes that's what we should do. Child rapists are less than human and those that mangle the human body with surgeries for sex fantasies should also be dehumanized, and those that support it. 

Ladies, you dehumanize the baby in the womb, you are just as bad as the legal euthanasia crowd, yeah, you.

I hope and pray one day you will be grateful to those like me that say it all out loud with no shame, I believe we can change, but it's you that has to stop being kind and start opening your eyes.

For those keeping tabs on the dystopian 'fiction' genre, there was a story awhile back where they were cloning human flesh for consumption, por que?

"dehumanize"

2+8 Harvest Idolatry

 

What is idolatry? 

Think.

About

Idolatry.

But what do I know;)

Day 28 of Harvest

 

GOD.

The mom's. The dad's. 

My childrens mother's.

Wheat from chaff

27 'Cause it showed up

 

"Before Christ's second coming the church must pass through a final trial that will shake the faith of many believers. The persecution that accompanies her pilgrimage on earth will unveil the mystery of iniquity in the form of a religous deception offering men an apparent solution to their problems at the price of apostasy from the truth. "

Day 27 of Harvest

 

 This is a note from our Mayor Nov. 4th. 

Your first red flag in his speech should be his use of the word democracy. 

He also says this..."Your voice matters, your participation is crucial, and your actions can shape the future of our city and our nation."

He also says to "vote with courage, empathy and humility"...nah...I voted for Gods wrath.

Did you know you don't have to accept a government 'official' lying to you.  

Force the hand.

He was not duly elected if We The People didn't know of THIS but other* government officials did..."come on man."

Anyway...I have a great deal to be thankful for this Harvest, besides this utter maddening corruption in my own back yard...so here is a pretty good green bean casserole and a pumpkin thing...you are welcome.

Blanch the green beans in heavily salted water, 3 min, then shocking ice bath, then drain...add to the magic bowl. 

Sautéed thinly sliced yellow onion and semi caramelized them for the blackened bottom bits I desire so to deglazed with Shaoshing, which has incredible similarities to a Spanish sherry; then add a bit of butter, stir and sauté those mushrooms and add a touch of salt. Those baby shiitake mushrooms I diced I removed the stems and added to the broth I already made and will use in the béchamel (Sometimes for get to tell people to add salt, I figure it's just natural, nope, the salty life ain't for some.)...add it to the magic bowl.

Make a béchamel but while butter melts add some garlic crushed and chopped, salt and pepper. Add the flour, stir and cook, I'm assuming you know how to do this...when ready add your cold milk and your broth with those mushroom stems and stir and wait and stir and wait and cook some more... add some shakes of Worcestershire sauce and black pepper, maybe thyme and fresh parsley. Make sure it tastes good...add it to the magic bowl.  

Stir it all up

                                  ^

This is a make ahead...put in a baking dish...

Later I'll crush some cracker and add those French fried onions with a bit of melted butter mixed in, put it on top and cook that sucker on Thanksgiving at 375 F for about 30-45 min.

and here is this pumpkin pasta thing...

Rigatoni boiled for 8 min in heavily salted water then drained...add to the magic bowl.

Brown butter béchamel with garlic and fresh sage (whole and removed after infusion) from my yard, you will have to find your own sage...add it to the magic bowl.

Roasted pumpkin with a maple, pomegranate molasses, a tad of smoked paprika, a pinch of cinnamon, and a dash of my spiciest and best pepper glaze...400 F, for 20ish min or a bit more..add it to the magic bowl.

You could add some gorgonzola or blue cheese but didn't cause of the crowd (I'll use it in the Brussel sprouts), parm would be pedestrian but still good.

Stir it all up and top with the same stuff as the green beans; make life a little easier and multi functional and still good, it also bakes the same temp and time. 

 

Don't forget the salt.

Day 26 of Harvest

 

On the mountain top I See

bright purple majesty cloaked in a storm

midday 

I See times three

Or in common English (which is actually Viking) there is a storm brewing and it's getting bigger.

I'm just typing it out loud

Day 24 of Harvest

 

She shifted toward her river Styx edge, the smooth stone rock emanated cold to the bottoms of her bare feet, as she hovered just above them. The old witch crow peered into the swirling waters before her and prayed for what she saw in their stead; here and there would be none to spare. Her cloak flowed and unfolded as golden light shown through with an iridescent halo. Those below looked up to See the globe of life through eternity. 

2+3 A Shadow Du Jour

 

It's not about forgiveness now, here on Terra, we are in another realm that humans built; recall they removed God or turned their back to have their way.

Not here though

It's a time when we give thanks

when the cutting autumn wind blows east

when the table is set for one more guest

when the fire roars and Gjallarharn blares

Tis always Eve of Gods request

Day 24 of Harvest

 

We cancelled our subscription to the Gazette, here in Colorado Springs home of Space Force at the base of the Peoples purple mountain majesty, owned (not the mountain) by Anschutz today. 

There was an actual person that was reached at the gazette, he asks why, we say why...prefacing...

Our newspaper isn't covering this massive scandalous lying to federal investigators pertaining to a race hoax with which our glorious Nigerian Mayor had contact with one of the perpetrators, a convicted murderer, but anywhooo I guess for fun I'll shout out to the "Be Kind" department, you mean "be kind of stupid." Anyway, the FBI referred glorious Nigerian Mayor for prosecution but the Department of Justice refused to pursuit for "racial and political reasons". 

Gazette NPC on other end argues that it is even a thing and thinks that because someone else knows something they don't that it can't possibly exist/be true...

this is the home of space force

home of communication satellites for the united states of america

and the nigerian mayor was referred for prosecution

and the doj refused to prosecute

during a run off election

the local newspaper won't cover it

 

Here is the link, again to the story of the glorious Nigerian Mayor, written much better then I would.

This is all such absolute shit and the whole city should be outraged that we weren't told any of this before the run-off election...Mobolade already has a court case coming up regarding un paid bills to Shamrock, but what do I know...

...and to the retard in the back that thinks the homeless problem will go away because of NGO's and committees are on the way, that's called 'big business' if you keep them addicted and homeless...so I won't be kind, you should be outraged, they think you are stupid, don't prove them right again. 

23 November Harvest

 

When the hand of God touches you do you 

brush it away

say it's not ok

turn the other way

I went into the world today and walked upon this ground of terra and there I did say a piece out loud in groups of people I know about the state of times and to some I did not know the same was said and it was spread. 

This is the way it happens one seal, one cup, one deed at a time.

Day 23 of Harvest

 

Colorado Springs Mayor Yemi in the news 

Local media catches on... 

Awhile back I wrote something concerning how our Mayor here in Colorado Springs home of Space Force at the base of the peoples purple mountain majesty was really installed and now perhaps others can See the truth of what be. 

 

Day 22 of Harvest

 

up to 23 weeks

I believe one of my nephews was born at 22 weeks, it could have been 24. They can feel it; it's real. 

Cecile Richards on November 20th was given The Presidential Medal of Freedom, all those freed souls.

I wonder when Leana Wen will get hers? 

Day 21 of Harvest

Bismillah al-rahman al-rahim

 

Mashallah

Harvest Day 2.0

 

Once in awhile I enjoy writing in plain words what I see:

It's not what you thought it was going to be and never is, you also know you can not deny all the new information not just on display but practical films in people's head spaces. The only way you can not see it is if you turn away.

It Hurts my heArt so many have such a difficult timE Learning new concepts as adults, that almost everything you were told and learned, has super suspicious beginnings. E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

I said awhile back

God 

Is

Live 

If you turn away, he didn't know you. 

and then I drift along the skirts of norm for some fun

The demon spawn with it's forked tongue

 wagged it here and there

 in to nothing

 to be done

 it's lies were spun

then be told a space

chains had come undone 

The sway to there

 where new life isn't matter

 is done by the demon forked tongue 

Love,

X

Ladies and gentlemen, if you have sexual intercourse with some one of the opposite sex you are inviting another human to the planet (Inshallah), it's similar to magic (Abracadabra=AlphBeitGimmelDalitHey), the earthly scientific magic name is biology, no matter what you call it you are still inviting another life to the planet no matter how you dice up the matter after the fact. If some one does their best to convince another that the human that was invited to this planet at the pleasure of the other two may be dismembered or poisoned unwelcome in their first home on earth, look at them, really gander through and around them, then walk away.

The old black crow had more to travel, fur at her feet and the sun on her back, from one mountain top to another in to the smoke in to the know.

#GodsWitch

#GodSwitched

19 For Those To Follow

 

She raised her left arm across her body towards the blinds and opened the window wide. The leaves of the maple tree before her, golden mixed with bright green veins, the edges withering away hung in mid air while others had already taken their final flight towards earth. The old witch crow stepped through the window naked at her feet she skimmed the grounds and all the airs. She moved to the right and there she dove deep into the pool where the water grows. The coral to left was ever moving slowly, adjustments in time she swam on by to the place where the screams had stopped from the fire that had reigned once there. 

The old witch crow moved smoothly under the water to the place of old where the fire had reigned. The entry was alway where it was into the place where the walking dead talk. Above her a solid roof of stone she could see up and through the water, ahead the old place of chains and docks, she wondered if it would be old stale air that greeted her. It had been long in time and space since she had traveled to this place. 

There it was the place of old where the fire had reigned, the old witch crow moved from the water to the air with a glide then a strike she placed her self amidst their plight. There they were, all these dead, wondering why they wander in their stead. On the walls reaching high to the ground were colourful once shiny stone depictions of the stars they once could see in the night sky. 

A plea they hummed in unison the time of naught was about near. 

The old witch crow heard the hummmmm, it touched her matter all around, their plea to be with one. Her stake was not with them but with the few that had heard the queue. She let those with the hummmmm go to wander in their stead in the place where the fire had reigned, for naught they were even in the time of the dead. 

Harvesting of the 19 souls that had heard the queue she sang them a sweet tune, it seems there was hope for thee

Here it is 

here is the way

The hardened heart to God is not the way

mans justice though must be made

on terra here for all to See

Hold on to God

feel the flow

through the smoke

Go up to earth 

and seize the just right

with Gods favor you move

unchained and unbound

it's time to show

Gods ways abound

The old witch crow had far to go as she watched the smoke revolve around her. Spin she did as she sung her tune also one of the earth, moon, stars, and sun. Back in time she dived through space to the place where she sat with some old ways. Through the waters she walked upon her head to reach for the stars in the time of dread. Golden links they would throw, down to earth for those to know to hold on tight for the show.

Harvest 19

 

She raised her left arm across her body towards the blinds and opened the window wide. The leaves of the maple tree before her, golden mixed with bright green veins, the edges withering away hung in mid air while others had already taken their final flight towards earth. The old witch crow stepped through the window naked at her feet she skimmed the grounds and all the airs. She moved to the right and there she dove deep into the pool where the water grows. The coral to left was ever moving slowly, adjustments in time she swam on by to the place where the screams had stopped from the fire that had reigned once there. 

The old witch crow moved smoothly under the water to the place of old where the fire had reigned. The entry was alway where it was into the place where the walking dead talk. Above her a solid roof of stone she could see up and through the water, ahead the old place of chains and docks, she wondered if it would be old stale air that greeted her. It had been long in time and space since she had traveled to this place. 

There it was the place of old where the fire had reigned, the old witch crow moved from the water to the air with a glide then a strike she placed her self amidst their plight. There they were, all these dead, wondering why they wander in their stead. On the walls reaching high to the ground were colourful once shiny stone depictions of the stars they once could see in the night sky. 

A plea they hummed in unison the time of naught was about near. 

The old witch crow heard the hummmmm, it touched her matter all around, their plea to be with one. Her stake was not with them but with the few that had heard the queue. She let those with the hummmmm go to wander in their stead in the place where the fire had reigned, for naught they were even in the time of the dead. 

Harvesting of the 19 souls that had heard the queue she sang them a sweet tune, it seems there was hope for thee

Here it is 

here is the way

The hardened heart to God is not the way

mans justice though must be made

on terra here for all to See

Hold on to God

feel the flow

through the smoke

Go up to earth 

and seize the just right

with Gods favor you move

unchained and unbound

it's time to show

Gods ways abound

Day 19 of Harvest, A Flip into The Swim

 

She raised her left arm across her body towards the blinds and opened the window wide. The leaves of the maple tree before her, golden mixed with bright green veins, the edges withering away hung in mid air while others had already taken their final flight towards earth. The old witch crow stepped through the window naked at her feet she skimmed the grounds and all the airs. She moved to the right and there she dove deep into the pool where the water grows. The coral to left was ever moving slowly, adjustments in time she swam on by to the place where the screams had stopped from the fire that had reigned once there. 

The old witch crow moved smoothly under the water to the place of old where the fire had reigned. The entry was alway where it was into the place where the walking dead talk. Above her a solid roof of stone she could see up and through the water, ahead the old place of chains and docks, she wondered if it would be old stale air that greeted her. It had been long in time and space since she had traveled to this place. 

There it was the place of old where the fire had reigned, the old witch crow moved from the water to the air with a glide then a strike she placed her self amidst their plight. There they were, all these dead, wondering why they wander in their stead. On the walls reaching high to the ground were colourful once shiny stone depictions of the stars they once could see in the night sky. 

A plea they hummed in unison the time of naught was about near. 

DAy 18 of Harvest

 

Here I am 

getting through 

wheat and chaff

an illusion too

an all seeing eye

a net around you

 

Some might think this election just fixed everything, while still with the knowledge it'll be a long haul and a great deal of upheaval...please understand I'm not doomsdaying, I just want people grasping the truth of what's actually going on because ...well, it's all really fucked up out there...on so many levels and it's not going to magically get fixed. 

If it does, Mashallah.

For your digestion a true story of how many I have no clue,

A widow receives a mailer advertisement posted to her now years ago passed husband around the holidays when she's feeling the most lonely. This mailer posted to the now widows husband years ago passed is advertising a golden plated charm laden with real diamond chips for extra sparkle and penned on this golden plated charm laden with real diamond chips for extra sparkle is the widows real name, not the one others know, some sweet saying and a 'love...years ago passed husband'. Heart strings are pulled, and this widow on a fixed income most likely might just think, 'maybe it's a sign'...'should she just get it for herself, he probably would have'...and then another piece of over priced plated junk is sold; an illusion of a memory recalled from data gathering as the widow scrolls through old pictures of times much happier past, when she wasn't a widow and just for moment in passing time she was happy, then, she woke and was a tad bit sadder since she saw the mailer posted to the widows long ago passed husband advertising an over priced piece of plated junk, it could even been laden with sparkling cubic zirconia, it wouldn't matter...the illusion is what matters as they collect the data and track every eye movement.    

We call that in the world of magic, beautiful data collection and manipulation.

How do you teach people to discern a sign from an advertisement...

Everything you see is fake, ol Joe and Trump meeting all good ol friends again....they tried to kill him twice, I thought. Actors acting and your life is the one that get the cart upset because some don't know what's really going on...there is a club and you still aren't in it. It's all an illusion. 

There are actual men that are being housed in women's prisons and bunked with women. These men that were in prison for rape but they/them identifies as a female so the woman in prison is subjugated to torture as + for her prison sentence and others argue for this. Not to mention the rest of the Mengele cult. Who's great idea was this and who went along?

Incest is rape. There is no such thing as child prostitution.  

A few reminders because I find memories short, they have poisoned the minds of our children as they insist they receive a 'vaccine' with no long term studies and now we know it was a net negative already and we are only 4 years in and you know how it gets into the heart and through the brain blood barrier et al. Who's great idea was this and who went along? 

They lock people for praying and say it's for trespassing. Who's great idea was this and who went along?

In this age of Aquarius, rebirth, enlightenment and such, I'd like to gather you around my fire burning bright as we call the old names out loud and sing the old songs to the tune of fire and brimstone. It's what's next on the short list, long term too. 

It's only just begun

Day 17 of HArvest

 

17=8=4=2 then do you square it? 

Sometimes I'm scared to begin my spin, I know in the end who always wins, it's the thing I can See when in place and besides. Whole spaces now gone scars on the earth like your words in the air so all did share. For when I spin there is no end its the 8 above and below how we travel to and fro. Truth be told the world is cold and it's only the begin. 

The drop of water touched her face, the air was particled with dust, the smell of asafoetida before she lit it on fire laden the room. The shelves as she looked between them were dusty behind. She could hear his voice echoing from the leather dark blood chair, the shelves behind the desk that were dusty all behind were littered with nicks and knacks pamphlets and important papers. She collected the data as a spirit in the room and blew her djinn words around...

"Hear you there

Did you say

you have the only way

whence you played a dangerous game

over liberty and life

in the air the truth spins 

round about and back at you again

though this time 

be a different trend

We can never allow it to go back there again"

There once was A time

when they taught me to read

taught me to See

all through thee

there is only submission 

God only knows

spin around the crystal 

one way then the next

hold your breath and feel the flight

hang on above the rest

in the Golden Square room

Messis 16

 

The old crow tied her shoes to ground her self to terra, work to be done, wrestling with Angels was all not done. The song to be sung was a frighting one that some one does not want undone. Essa was the oldest, it makes not difference that Jacob recalled a new name and to add on to the new it's Paul I have to view for his ways are my ways and even more too. 

16 Harvest

 

"You See my little pretties", said in my best witch voice, and it is a GoddessGoodness practiced witch voice. 

Into the mind the Vulcan swims 

back through time when She lived again

connections all around 

crystal traps inverted images 

flames converted into the eye

seeing is believing 

look up through the sky 

Alhamdulillah

Day 16 of harvest

 

Truth be told the hour late

or is it near

the fright that might 

the fright that be

hiding close

around the corner are 

We

15 Harvest BoBo

 

BoBo (bonus room in home jive for 5 year olds)

Information flows here and there

War springs layers 

growing underground

words spreads 

adjustments on mend

every now and again

do you see a trend

 

Day 15 of Harvest, More

 

Careful where you tread

don't wake more the dead

a rise they did and saw their plight

visions of freedoms

words back for alls delight

chains unbound

as Atlas releases more hounds

with Angels and Dragons

Valkyrie from space

a light the skys

 Gods Good Grace 

...

Motives are important to understand a human.

There once was a woman that hated her life.

There once was a woman that loved her life, thankful to God everyday she took delight in the beauty of the world; a gift, we don't get to choose.

They met on the corner of righteous and dread. 

The woman that hated her life looked down the road righteous and that future she saw was chains of responsibility, of none she wanted so look down the road dread and she forged ahead dragging the children behind her not a thought of the loss and the mess of her stead.

The woman that loved her life look down the road dread and that future she saw was nothing instead, she yelled and she screamed this ways better it's True, as the woman that hated her life moved on and forward not a look back she did, the woman that love her life hoped her hear, 'I love you', I sorta get it because I know you but it doesn't have to be the future before thee. 

The woman that loved her life knew along the way there would be places and moments again they would meet and mayhap perchance a glory to Thee, they will one day hold hands on the road towards righteous and Thee. 

...

Thought experiment...have you ever seen video of an abortion, how they rip one leg at time off to start as their arms flail, blah, blah, blah they have to crush the babies head because it's to large to get through the cervix, better hope they get all of that clump of cells they sold you it was or do you know what happens? This is a thought experiment...When you look at the last four years, I'd say from 2020 when masks and  the vaccine entered they actually didn't care one bit about you, not any one else except their own self as they continue to show it's they way that they do.  

9%....in Xbeit math when the angels came down to warn Lot of the future and not ten good men could be found it equals dear friends. 

You should look up, the sky has been beautiful of late, don't you See?

Day 15 of Harvest

 

Is it just me? 

The show you are watching in front of you

all over the screens

can you See it

Siting on Saturn, Mars, and Jupiter before thee

a bull with a crystal 

truth comes to lite

should have taught your daughters

the truth of the world

with your wormwood water

disease to delight

enter the gladiators

Day 14 of Harvest

 

I've been looking for a really good bucket, my whole life I'm seeing now. 

Let me spin you a story of a home makers life, of peace and tranquility making things beautiful and right. To do such a things constitutes hard work and discipline sometimes things scheduled sometimes though a strangers knocks your door and when you open it your are shocked and upheaval mayhaps. Home makers keep their house and home in order for when the knock comes they are prepared for the stranger. To keep a home in good order a home makers bucket is as important a tool as is her broom. My broom is another story as it stands vigilant, a guardian and keeps the tack from beneath our feet as We sweep the trash into piles and throw it away. 

The bucket has to be sturdy obviously no holes; the handle though is of much importance to be strong enough to carry a heavy weight and tight to not slip and not cause a dilemma. Often the heavy weight is the water with which we clean and make things not dirty and bright, nooks and crannies here and there, corners, window seals, behind doors and more. 

Every hardware story I pursued their collections of buckets, one side of the handle always unhooked from their hook; so I moved on and left them behind, because a tool that doesn't work is going to cause a mess and I enjoy efficiency for it allows me more time for learning, I love learning, also crafting, but not the kind of craft you find at a fair, you know the one; no larpers allowed, I don't enjoy wasting my time.

Then one day not long ago, a few months in true no more than a year or two I came across a bucket in line with the others. I hardly pass by a bucket in order so to the handle I go and lift with wonder and delight as I shake it a bit to see if it's right. Not a jiggle was found. I leaned in with delight as just one sticker I would have to remove from this bucket I would use to make my home just right.

When I arrived home with my tool I was saddened to see it was not a sticker for me as it was emblazoned 

Libman

so alas I was sored for this household name was not the cause of my dislike, the cause of my dislike is advertisements in my face. Most things that have their names tattooed I often find it's to hide in plain site and in turn become a house hold name with no right, from old bags to new bags, shoes, clothes, and more, now it looks like buckets that must prove themselves to also not be whores. (lol, funniest thing, this is a True story with a capital T, and a crossed one too.)

Different days it would be, for different means too, I would fill up that bucket to clean and more as its name emblazoned never for me to ignore. On my hands and knees I would scrub and polish working towards perfection as I would lift by it's handle so to dump muck and grime mixed with water down the toilet into the sewer it'd go and sometimes even out the back door. 

Then one day it happened... there I was with work to be done, important matters at hand, not foolery and fun. My Libman bucket filled the right amount I lift the bright green handle of the bucket emblazed with Pride as it slipped from its left hook no longer a tight match the handle had come undone. 

Now truth be told there it was another trash tool branded that has no business being in a household if it's handle to the bucket comes loose grime dirt and muck will spill out and a waste of time is made. 

So I hunt and I look as I make my way, gathering here and there the tools of my trade, a home maker anywhere.

 

 if your name is good you don't need to glue it

people will know   

Harvest 13, a house

 

Tomorrow looks fun, but maybe not for everyone.

Day 13 of Harvest

 

At any moment it can all be pulled.

Tres of the 12th

 

It's the many lies you need to See before thee to get where we need to be.

8:28 pm mortal combat. Lol

Hegseth. Stop.

Dos for the 12th

 

Human footsteps trampled terra in the median space that was below the above as the upheaval motion of Deaths river Styx, her cloak of time a golden shade of copper folded around her, sailing as her riders wailed and every one could feel the tel of what they had done. 

The windows the riders past, pained faces of anguish, lives pulled apart pressed to see what might have been. 

Splashes of blood that hit the mind and stung the riders who had no choice to feel the dread of no forgiveness for what had been done and instead a party of delights to confuse the hardened soul. 

A chance on this earth again and again, lives you have chosen and paths you have walked, real choices you made and it's on display, no other can forgive than the innocent life or God you rejected a gift of life. 

Day 12 of Harvest, Una

 

in to the eye for all to see 

hidden words spin in time

in the outer of the space

repeat and repeat 

and put in place

Fur at her feet, Death watched the current of her river Styx flow for each ripple a know. 

Here there was there a certain fold in the fabric of her cloak of time

a gift from her Father a vast seeing eyeing

a voice of a harpy 

to start quakes and move matter.

There she saw the truth of the deeds as the feathers landed, weighted words and deeds that were not said and hidden in sunder. Death did not mutter the lesson to the riders, they could hear the cries of the echos of their lies, their children left behind. 

Day 11 of Harvest

 

They didn't have to die the way they did. 

They did die the way they did. 

We say we have free speech because of them. 

I don't have cherry pick words and worry about feelings because of them.

It doesn't matter if I offend you with my beliefs because of them.

We have massive problems and feelings can go fuck themselves and I won't stop saying it. Thank you, Veterans.

I will raise great honest men from the dead so children can see what true honor, integrity, and leadership is. Thank you, Veterans.

My harpy cry to Valhalla is a practice for everyday as is my praise to God and there is no shame in that because of them, we say. Thank you, Veterans.

and now I will continue to rant with the knowledge that my right to free speech is from God, not another human and I need no, 'amendments' to my freedom. Thank you, Veterans. 

I would like to be serious for a moment; many have questioned their faith of late. We have had schisms in churches and the amount of lies spread, the utter depravity and breakdown of society is a mad tel. Not to mention churches peddling sin on my left and the right. 

Psychology is poison in the mind (mind control), God is the answer to the self problem (control under God). They are putting therapists in schools so the religion of self can spread. When it's pointed out as *don't* *say* *anything* *bad* about what ever flavor teacher, psychologist, or union that's the tel. or the 'defense industry'. It's the religion of identity and victimhood. 

God can move mountains and here is the secret sauce, it's 'God willing'. I know God is in charge of anything everything always was always has been to which we often say unknowable to the human mind. I also know I am completely replaceable and also loved at the same time. I know the people around me are human and I usually know why they trespass on others, usually because they are breaking Gods commandments. When you put man over God, it never works out, that's why We (Me the royal We that is sovereign over man) teach this. 

I find it comical when someone repeats this something or another, "Jesus was a man of peace, and he was forgiving and kind and yada, " Jesus was a prophet to me, a courageous man that stood up against a system, the roman tax one, while also standing up against the tribes, and you know this, upsetting tables; while also showing people how they were *doing* it wrong. It is not an insult to you for me to understand and know this. You don't need a building to give praise to God and love God. 

I can say the above because I am an American on this Veterans day.

A whole heaping load of trash, the administrative State of who ever you think that is, that assigns pills and masks, hoarding others precious time with a retarded nuance or fine would like me to not say what I want to say and how I want to say it. 

This Veterans Day I bugle my horn the Roman way as loud as I can for one and all to hear a whisper in an ear. Thank you, Veterans.

Praise God.

Deka Bonus

 

you that doesn't speak for the unborn have assured your daughters be whores of Babylon 

This is what's called meek rising

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

X enter stage right female icon all the guys liked and all the girls wanted to be, I am told, those were fake family ties. In our home in the 80's when we did watch television our father insisted, no 30 min comedies, they will rot your brain. We watched this ol' house. 

Now she feels like she can speak up? 

Weak sauce.

Day 10 of Harvest, Happy Birthday Marines

 

It was 6 January, 1981, the lanky 10 year old looked up at her father, a marine, standing in front of the bathroom mirror as he shaved his face. The little radio precariously perched in the small bathroom at the end of the shiny floored hall, in building one, apartment one, parroted the daily news through the dial of the BBC. 

"Do you like Ronald Reagan dad?" Olive, the quizzical child who hardly stopped moving asked. 

 Her father didn't look down and continued looking in the frosty mirror as to not make a mistake, stretching his neck out for easier of shaving. 

"Sweetheart, he's nothing special but the Iranians like him better than Carter and hopefully we can get the hostages back. One day though I pray someone comes along and has the will to make things better for the US et all."

  There is a saying,

 'A fish doesn't know what out of the water is 

if it's never been out of the water.

It's a funny thing to see many Americans not understand their own system, not the youth that were taught wrong by the public education system, but adult peers and such that has had time and the opportunity to learn.

No one is allowed to police speech, that's the Alpha X number one thing. It is how we move through peace, We do it with words. 

The second item on the list is your right to defend your self from those that wish to rule over you and your words, be it the State or another. 

Third is to know We are sovereign over the State always under Gods eye. 

Her mother's voice sang in her head as it often did, "if anything ever happens don't deny who you are. There is nothing shameful about being an American."

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

Happy Other Birthday, Dad. I love you. Thank you. I'm gonna try and make the best coffee ever for you. 

DXy 9 of Harvest, Hey

 

Here are some random notes and letters'; much like Paul with bits of Thomas braided through, and completely different too.

"If the shoe doesn't fit, don't put it on." We have retards walking in shoes that don't fit and then they complain their feet hurt, maybe their shoe choice is wrong...=you are doing it wrong.

It also means

"If the shoe doesn't fit, don't put it on." We have pretend empaths that get their panties in a wad when ever they hear someone point out bad modeling, if you are not the bad model don't be vexed. 

*

    Dear good christian (?what does the word Christian mean today?) woman neighbor,

It's irrelevant that you believe you have been abused in the past, or even if you were, that does not give you the right to not feed your children properly. You have become the abuser and someone should point it out. Your children are more important than your feelings, those are the past, get over your self. There are actually some people you can't fool and still a few others that don't put up with manipulative bullshit because you are lonely, or worse, envious. 

You are a problem maker in society. 

"Boo!" 

If you are on SSRI's you might want to do a bit of research on the actual side effects they have on you and your family as you walk around as a numb mindless automaton. 

And stop thinking you can police others word choices, my goodness you have no idea what bitchy brats you look like. 

You may say you have a past, they always do. It's been bad modeling for sometime now, of everyone telling others not to judge someone's poor choices, that's retarded, you teach your kids that trash?

Two faced people aren't trust worthy; and women that make their priority the killing of offspring or the spading and nurturing and such are certainly not trust worthy to have a say in society. 

X

*

    Dear good christian man neighbor,

Your house is not in order because all you care about is playing with your dick or not judging others for doing so. Women are not meat. I know many of them are disrespectful cunts and hateful bitchs that only worry about themselves;I get the struggle. "on guard" abusive men are trash as are women that lie about their husband being abusive because she's hateful, some of you men I See are just as hateful when called out on piss poor behavior. The majority of you don't know much about what you say you believe as you call your selves teachers as you lead the sheep to poison pastures of lies and excuses. 

X

*

All ideas are not good, all teachings are not good, and you can tell the difference with discernment, then you look at it with judgment if harm is done. 

*    

Dear adults, (real adults)

If you support retarded pronouns or even entertain them you are a problem. You can fix it. Stop doing it. Here's the deal though...We can't trust you to make intelligent decisions. You are...untrustworthy. 

You See, we know you are a weak liar. I've been saying this for a long time now, weak Saaaaauce is bad sauce, fake sauce is bad sauce. We throw out bad sauce. 

I am very well aware of the poison that was fed your children. Here's an old Chinese phrase my Mother taught me, "We don't kow tow."

X

*

Forgive my trespass spiritual gurus, are you being honest to Gods laws in your X, Praise God. Beit, life. Gimel, teach. 

Here my river Styxs flows under two feet of snow. A deluge to come a garden of death for some. Into the ground it will go for all to know and grow. 

Be still and listen

One day I'll tell you a story 

ll

Sing it with me...

"...she's got the whole world in her hands, she's got the whole world in her hands."

And one more

"She'll be comin round the mountain when she comes..."

Don't fear the reaper there is life after death

I'm gonna need more cowbell.

If people are serious with concerns to peace, it's work that's worth it.

Alhamdulillah

 

Working in circles between here and the time

the sun shines brightly 

clang clang on the coffee mug

clang clang on the coffee mug

clang clang on the coffee mug

We've only just begun

There isn't a thing that can not be seen

 that's lit by the sun 

if your eyes peer thee

The cardinal and the owl gazed down upon the earth

So many wrongs to make right

and two wrongs don't make a right

though for peace on earth

justice must be done

Mashallah

As the crows and the birds all fly south east.

Day 8 of Harvest

 

Easter

this is what time it seems.

I'll start here, 

Every time I stand for the National anthem, I sing it out loud. I almost always tear up, "...bombs bursting in air..." 

His helicopter was hit on 9 June, he died 2 July, 2010. Why were we in Afghanistan?

Have you ever read 'War is a Racket', by Smedley Butler? You should, he explains how 'War is a Racket', he was the system and understood the system. He was no normal man, he was extraordinary; he was a Marine. It will truly do your knowledge base good to read 'War is a Racket', that's why I am saying it 3 times to whomever is ingesting this. 

It doesn't bother me to acknowledge that our country has been systematically run to the ground for a very long time, 1963? 1933? 1910? That the citizens of the United States of America were declared the enemy in 2020, there is zero hyperbole here. I love my country, I'm not fond of the people that got us to this place; bankers, politicians and run of the mill State administrators, and such...

There was a moment yesterday when not an algorithm motivated empty thought came to me...as a reminder of the past; my moment was a time where life and death met in the middle, death always wins in the end. The tears gathered with grace, love, and gratitude. He was there for the right reasons. We were there for the wrong ones. 

...

Me...

"I'll tell you a story this seventh of November. 

They were real people that died to fill their pockets with baubles. I knew a guy long ago, his name was Dave Wisnewski and he was an American hero. When you find out he died for all the wrong reasons come see me. 

We broke bread together, we celebrated Easter and holidays together, he was your brother. 

I'm your uncomfortable reminder."

Her response...(My part is high lighted)

"I don't usually comment on political posts - people have their reasons for their beliefs, and those reasons are valid. But I have to take offense at you bringing up Dave's death and insinuating that it was for nothing. Believe what you want , but please don't project those beliefs on heroes who paid the ultimate sacrifice. You don't know what motivated Wiz (If he told me the truth, he was inspired by 9/11 to apply to USAFA), why he chose to serve, what beliefs he held dear (Wiz was Catholic, also Polish, a heritage from which I also share a history, besides helicopters and war we conversed on a multitude of subject matters as I got to know him). Holding him as an example in your rants is an insult to his memory." 

Reply from an American hero himself, who once went on a Rescue mission in my birth land, not to mention the rest...

 "What I have learned in my short time on this planet, we all grieve in a different way. Sometimes, we do things that others perceive as dishonoring another's memory. I ask you to give Kristin grace and realize losing others hurts. My own journey in losing many close heroes has had me reject my faith. Pretty irrational, we are all flawed creatures. We need to support one another. After work today, I plan on raising a scotch to Wiz and all the greatest Rescue dudes and dudettes that gave their best and are no longer with us. I will celebrate that." 

Her...

I agree with you. Everyone does grieve differently. My intent was certainly not to dismiss Kristin's grief. I just personally don't like it when politicians and others use someone's death to advance their position, (the position I'm advancing is to recall a real hero) and that's what this post felt like to me. Maybe I'm more sensitive because we just went through such a divisive election process, and I saw too many political ads that did this. Those ads probably don't bother others, but they strike a nerve with me. And that's how I read this post. Like I said, we all have personal experiences that shape our opinions, and those are valid.

I too will raise a glass to those in our Rescue family who paid the ultimate sacrifice."

...

He was a normal every day Good guy, who became an American Hero for the right reasons. 

I don't want what happened to Wiz happen to other peoples children or my own. The United States is an ideology and we must get back to basics. The lives that were lost to fill those pockets with baubles, they are real American heroes; great role models, like Wiz, real people, not actors and larpers. 

The election to me wasn't divisive, it showed absolute morally bankruptcy by masses and congregations none of which should be models for the future. Wiz, was a Good guy, that's why his brothers bring their children to his site and we keep his memory alive so his death never in vain. 

'War is a Racket', by Smedley Butler 

It doesn't matter if you like what I say.

It matters that I say it. 

"These things we do"

"That others may live."

 

Day 7 of Harvest

 

Scorpio to the left 

vesta ahead

the hearth fire burn

to Gods delight

Snowflakes

 

As snowflakes cumulate on the ground around me

I sang with you sister, Dawn, under the tootlage of Tim Liscum, the Satellite High School choir teacher that killed himself earlier this year; he had been caught trying to meet one of the students with thoughts of getting off. Cho mos hang out where there are children, we should say this bit out loud more often.  

I'm not kind, I'm honest. I want my daughters and their daughters to walk in a world where no man can trounce in their sacred space. Where girls and boys can progress through life with out mentally weak adults pushing their sexual fetishes on the youth so they can have eunuchs with which to play. Meanwhile young women are removing healthy breast tissue and the learning* channel paraded a mental unfit mother and her son to entertain the masses as the doctors and psychologists experimented on him so his mother could make money and be famous; he's a Frankenstein now. I don't want any of this to be a model for the future except for a "never again" moment. The identity culture of teaching the youth to turn from their parents to those that will affirm lies has manufactured adults with no spine that say 'no'. No human is born in the wrong body. I enjoy channeling my inner harpy and being long winded so I'll continue my didache. The amount of abominable standards that have been set in this society where there is vilification for those that can think smarter than the average human and that maybe teaching children that human life is easy to terminate instead of, "you should only have sex with someone with whom you'd want to start a family."

I told my children that I would always tell them the truth and that the world is not kind. 

Update...

We attended the same Catholic Church in Florida but it is not the one I grew up in. The Catholic Church was taken over long ago as the Presbyterian, Episcopalian, Methodist and such. I'm a Kristin, not a Christian. My God is the Old God.

This is the house of David and we are collecting fore skins for God. 

Angels Envy

 

The power of God. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

The block building was copper covered to her, for it shown like gold in sun light...blinding sight in the desert.

IC

Didache

 

Throwing pearls before swine 

This last election has been an awakening for all to See. 

Here in Colorado there was an abortion referendum to create a right to kill your child up until its birth inked in their Constitution and now the tax payers get to pay for the killing of these children. 

Did you think I would bring you Good news today? Nothing has actually happened yet. Just because a bunch of people think they won something ...I see no eggs, there for no chickens. 

The women that voted to kill their daughters babies also voted to allow men in women's sacred space. 

  

We are here to teach the young to be better than us, that they can be. Once in a moon I become flabergasted that women scream abortion instead of teaching their children to be different. They are probably scared of being called a hypocrite, and of course perhaps they are perhaps though, they can change their ways.

Welcome to Scorpio.

V da

 

7am

Between faith and optics there should be no line; not ink or dot. 

The universal church is an empty building.

21st?

11:04am

The Vanguard wrote the word in ink

5:57pm

It's starting point was awhile back...object origin, object destination 

9:22

There is an old Roman way. Never concede.

Cazimi

 

Abracadabra 

Make the word in to matter

It means open the door, every one knows this correct?

"Aleph Beit Ra Gimel X Dalet it's almost always silent Hey Ra!"

It's day five. X is not always silent. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Apophis

 

The lion stood tall, a bull with the golden halo emblazoned on his chest

Thunder roared Aeons to move

bull below, libra to the west

On a mountain top 

Constellations parked in a bear

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

I couldn't make it up if I tried. 

Sunday, The Third Day

 

She tied her black and white oxfords tightly to ground herself to terra, this old grey crow was about to upset a nest. Arms stretched from nine to three she hid one key

Practiced pirouette the green eye to the left

instead of coal 

light does reveal

three golden orbs shine through

the woman in the light brown box in red

at half past three

displayed the other key

Death slithered into the space between, a drop of water still grasped her brow, the smell of machine was an easy tel. A centurion stood to hold the way, behind him a crowd of lost souls a stray. Deaths nose did stir the scent was strong, at the Well of the Souls.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Remember, remember, the fifth of November, 

I recall those days of old

when we burned the man

and danced the can can

 

All Saints Day

 

"Bring out your dead!"

"Bring out your dead!"

"The dead have awoken!"

Spin around the clock did start a humble time at 10 til 1 

When regular normal everyday people start waking to the knowledge of everything it creates chaos

Tick took tick tock

Is this the moment the Americans wake to the truth? Did you See what happened on the Epiphany?

There is an old Finnish saying I often entertain, 'The weather is always perfect if you are dressed for it', I'm confidant I've said it wrong but you get the picture.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

X is my favorite application