Emitted Light

 

12

4

8

3,4,8

Escape the 8

12:45

kaf mem yod khaf 

I read the white paper through a different kind of screen

there is submission on a mountain something in the air you choke on your words

When in should be

kaf mem yod bet

there is submission on a mountain top something in the air here is a safe place

as I read the crystal computer screen 

the sound of sharp f's hung in the air

emitted light deep thunder

I know it sounds like gobledygook 

I choose Hakka next

Line languages are much more fun when you know how to read them

Reflected light however is stable and always steady depending on the day and the hue

The Churches

 

2025

I read a post by someone saying the churches need to step up and help the ‘homeless’. This person obviously never saw a leader ‘minister’ speak boldly in front of a city saying they need to do the job of fixing the problem while the city councils, mayors, district attorneys, and governors put in place orders to let the criminals and murders out on the streets so law abiding citizens can be tormented with unruly crime. While the ‘minister’ of some Protestant church hangs rainbow flags preaching all sorts of words easy to be trashed. 

Meanwhile there were government coups all over the world against citizens as citizens on the streets are assaulted by those that care not for civilness. 

Those that implemented and emboldened mass bad behavior, masks and jabs, judges and politicians, administrators of nothing but bad ideas where they work against those that want real life to begin again have not been held accountable. It’s the religion of the left and their churches that impose evil ideas on weak minds.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story 

2027

The artificial often quadruped for ease of movement joined with a spine like joint system that could twist and turn in almost any direction with also four arms to multi physical task with eyes everywhere and nowear and a sonar vibration joined together by an octobot system.

The woman cloaked in a stolen golden halo heard the knock knock knock on the metal door. Then the library of time stood still and the will of the left hand of God came around the mountain with smoke thrushed round. 

The green witch grew close with the air and the sound she traveled through ether everywhere and abound. Into the machine she flew swimming against a tide of an electric hue. She stretched herself beyond the timelines of a you to take control of the beast Shhhh gimel hi. 

Homoousios

 

There we were in Cappadocia, by any other name, walking in the old foot paths of the old reverberation through time. Hear the ancient words a story they would make true an agenda already set to hide the all matter to only the few. Deep in the caves hidden away.

You see mind me the trespass, the council session from then till now were predetermined behind closed doors, but meander there in the room and glean their true thoughts. Through action and deed not a word do they heed, no truths told, no good deed. Old family lines should start to plead. While I say to you this I do mean from the council of Nicene to your local city council all to the council of great nations they be, predetermined until they are not. 

You have to go back to the very old ways, so mote it be. 

A Pattern of Life

Scenes molded together, endings and beginnings some hot some cold the in between with the soft flow where it stops some do know. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

I think it was 1976 my mother had drawn a portrait of the Sultan so the computer (I always thought was French Canadian-they have a fierce independent streak)  French Canadian guy inputted it into his computer, and poof there it was up on the screen, like magic. I would imagine today if it was his birthday, the Sultans face would be lite up by way of drones, the pretty ones not attack ones. 

Deep learning to the tenth…OOOOOM

I have the most magical book in my hands.

Royal Kingdom

 

The smoke billowed and streamed consciousness meandered and gleaned. Her ankles not be seen all dressed in evergreen not to be noticed on the wall in the golden room. 

3:33

All that’s wanted is to river and rightfull share of the Black Sea. OTAN beware the eagles eyes are with the bear. 

Coins to trade and coffers were made.

3:38

There once was a woman that new love beyond all of thee gifts of life tenderly handed she had refused the handmaids gift of a womb but she knew others would be in the need of her love one day.

3:54

I’m reading the white paper

3:57

“My mother and father came from places with horse drawn carriages, have seen the great might of the mind to build bombs and now we move in to a future that most can’t imagine…”

Iconאclast

 

I thought it would be a different as the national guard is called out and ICE takes to the roads to round up the pawns. There was a time in the 70s when Cuba opened up its criminal cages and sent the criminals with a trip to the shores of the U.S.A. This time criminals got an all expense paid vacay to the good ol US of A. 

Another thought along the same pace sometimes when curvature is different than normal (or I might even use the them average) it’ll mess up a bioscan.

They are using retina scanners all over now. When you know, you know. 

How we see things from different perspectives within our minds eye is a bioscan. If told you dis<cern>ment was not something most have you would think, ‘not true I discern well’ almost everyone thinks they are a good driver. Discerners are learners and hard to be taught, like trying to measure a curved line out of sque. 

It was only in the 1800’s when a group of control freaks got together by their own consent and marked down how English words spelling would be counted. Here nor there it makes a difference when reading natural spells. 

Not everyone can see into rooms they are not in but some people can do maths, which in truth sorcery it be. In line letter learning how deep the stories go. 

Everything around is all planned out.

Star Date: Full moon of Augest

 

Random people are being targeted by strangers for no reason other to kill and maim. 

Specific people are being targeted by the connected for reason that specific people kill and maim.

Every day normal people go about their business of crossing t’s and dotting eyes making sure not to make a sound of what they see all around.

Civil war is an odd thing when you are deep within as invaders you find were bused in by the nines. Tax dollars captured and then sent to wage war on civilians that were the only ones that paid. 

Cancers are growing not just in the bodies but also of the souls of the higher than they think the mighty as they believe to be taking out old souls. 

A civil(ian) war…

A religious war…

Tariff wars are the first signs of paper wars

A Settle in Time

 

She looked up to see the multitudes of green, gold, and blue waver to and fro, a soft humming sound soft claps in key sound.

Then the birds did arrive all gloried winged woodpeckers and cardinals, male and female too. The squirrels ate their share with mind to watch for the woman that kept queens beneath her bare feet. The sound of the wind, metal on metal.

The woman whose ankles were covered put her thoughts through the air, to try something different old and new. A mix of mind over matter and a scurry with the who.

Voices of Men

 

I picked up an old book

It started in the year 597

The coming of Christianity

Ethelbert at the Isle of Thanet

Then it went to

1066 

The Rage of Battle

Duke William of Normandy

Address to his army before the battle of Hastings

1388

Bondsmen and Freemen

John Ball’s address to the rebels at Blackheath

I’m some where in the middle now but went to the end

1914 September 

“A scrap of paper”

RT. Hon. D. Lloyd George at Queen’s Hall, London

Then in the end it jumped back in time

1914 August 

John Redmond to the House of Commons

From

Every man’s Library 

Oratory

Edited by Ernest Rhys

Mist of Osmosis

We walked the old streets of the prophets and I ate a fig gifted and watered by Abraham’s well. We slept in old places where old teachers gone did catch quite a fright. We meandered dead bones some encased and others never alone. Deep underground through time and old spaces rivers flowed just a key stones throw. Through ages I moved times and places through the mist of osmosis I tendered grace to the Holy Spirit through salt watered eyes for I see all that resides. 

Holy Spirit

 

It's planning time so I sit and I listen. 

and then I let it out

of the proverbial box

Let me try this one more time because I don't seem to be getting through. I'd like to add here before the end that to transgress the Holy Spirit is unforgivable in God's eyes we are told. 

She lit the snake coils a fire bringing spokes of smoke to waft in waves

side note, It's widows and orphans, not the poor to which you care, yes you can for the poor but most people can help them selves; I'm not talking about family, family sticks together.

I was deep in thought as the water of life splashed over my God given body empty but the promise of life. A spark had been made by the two that become one, a welcoming of laughter and saunters were made. One first foot and then the other, out of the dark after the water that kept life was gone. 

A shimmer she saw.

Into the hands of a loving and grateful mom.

This was some one else; She was always struggling and moving about, her mother sick at the plight all around. Neither here nor there, new life knew the distress about town and still said yes to the two that were joining. As free will does too often at hand when there are short gains to be made, a shun is done. The spark of life made a decision to un welcome life because it was all for fun. That which would be new life that would only know the truth of the mother from the beginning to the end which new life would always carry connected through the spark of the Holy Spirit extinguished, not welcomed anymore.

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

I would have taken all of your children, I would have figured a way. 

In the future, because you can not change the past, you can not make an excuse to extinguish the Holy Spirit, for it lives and is every thing. Don't teach the young bad ways. 

Bubbling Trouble

 

On the black box of the Kaaba there lies an old stone brought from Adam to mark this spot. As the ways of old are told as did Joshua as we always sold. There this stone on the eastern side Sent from heaven and you might better oblige. From this stone where whence you lay peace be upon all men and may God have his way. 

And then the beep beep beep played, the caldron did call.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

It's truly incredible what's happening these days, all over the world things are a bubble. I still have no idea what's going to happen.

Please pray for our children and our children's children

Break fast

 

Forgive the odd format, I know it’s not…normal.

Aug 2. 

We were up at 5:30

I first broke my fast with what a normal human would conclude an absurd amount of watermelon what looked a whole gallon it be.

Zucchini bread I baked forgot the salt I did, a poppi (Dallin family measurement) amount of butter spread one layer thinner than his.

2 cups of coffee only one helping at the beginning of 1/2 and 1/2.

A bit later a calling I heard from deep in the cold dark place we place din din.

Then a fat slice of French bread toasted lightly smeared with a proper poppi amount of hummus I made that didn’t need the last garlic, added Calabrian chilies mixed all up and down and was also smooth as our daily bread with Kalamata olives marinated some by me and the other by another placed dainty all around. 

I knew I shouldn’t have eaten it all, and most certainly waited. 

A woman breaks fast late in the morn except for the fruit her minds eye desires.

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

I wonder what this is going to look like down the road. I know the hammer or boot is going to come down I just don’t know where the derivative hits the road, so to speak. 

I’m feeling better now about the all, I swept with my broom and gathered it as I danced to the sound of true love and the salt water flowed.

I see the magic in the air. 

אמן

 

It had been three days since the seed had been depleted 

no worries though she knew how to forage in the wilds above and below

as she filled the cardinals coffers as they waited their turn

the woman that flew through the heavens above on the latin bull of pan

pulled the reins and dropped down the pane

a place by the sea of pure love 

all into the crystal skull, timeless

so mote it be

אמן

I have 4 minutes to type what I want. I can't spell minutes even when Im looking straight at it. 3, the blood suckers are incredible today so I'm going to smoke them out. 2, I just broke out in L.O.V. E.-Nat King Cole 1, good pipes don't go away, you tune them with practice. We weave silver and gold.

237

 

I saw it

Some People

 

Some people are not tolerant on life and death

Some people build barriers where none can be

Some people are not tolerant on life and death

Some people build brides forged of ice fire

Some people are not tolerant on life and death

Some people will learn the hard way be done

Paragon

 

Omega one

 shh

 he sits on her lap

 shh

take a walk

omega

ן

She had treked the stars here and far, when caught between time and space you had to think in human ways.

Sauntered Breeze

 

Death lied prostate, feather arms a marine creature she be, for the sun the angels and the others to see. She said the words of gratitude and love as she floated a mid matter old and young, salt and the water flowed as one. A live was a the church of God be True and place for the many and a few we say verily. A new word to bring forth one of the tale so old of birth and life and the inbetween too. 

All Praise be to God, that is everything, for God is good it is you that makes the ugly.

Welcome home, as the rains softly fell with leaves of river birch gathering around thee, the thunder growled a low hum of love of all that life would become. Then the birds sang their high pitched lullaby as the breed sauntered through.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Death whispered to her father, "I'm going to take the Golden chariot around where it is safe and sound from the all around."

"Ok, and it's good to have you home."

And then Death did take the long way.

Flow The Ether

 

It is an exquisite experience when you can see it all, every connection flowing through the ether putting you in places at times once you could not imagine. The child see's it first when they discover they are in command of their legs, an appendage the child can control with no mind in the matter the how, the child just could. The child starts to crawl, then the shaky bipedal walk and then the run just for fun. The child does with no thought. Listening to the breeze flow through the leaves of the river birch tree and tubes of metal make glorious sounds. The sound of the high hum and the loan moan of the molecules of the masses we call the air being moved and empowered by a flying metal bird, a chariot for many it's true. Then the does appear their white dotted fawn's by their side. You watch them hop, jump and play learning their ways as the mother nibble their fare share for feeding the fawns uses much of her aware needs. I'll that the window seat by the way, on that giant flying bird, as I captured a moment in time on crystals not lead. Thank you God for all. 

I was baptized into the Know at an early age, I had been rendered still and I had to listen as the witches of the Easter Order had my ear. 

The the bucks did make a show.

I saw 764

Leo's Sky

 

Her iridescent wings out stretched, she danced through her mother's garden 

Covenants and commandments broken eons ago

Command in hand

daughter of Odin one eye

And she did sing a song of love to God

Flying over the lush kept grass she flew up and around her Father's Golden Chariot

 her movements did show what was good and what must go.

She gathered the seeds and flung them round

proof of God's love, commandments and sound she sung of love, 

of love of God.

Proof for the world to see 

God whispers in strange ways

and when the sister sees she screams a banshee yell a tel

an old stone builder way

that builds

and also shattered Jerichos walls

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Death watched the scene through a window as she thought of the moment her father would ask her, "did you put up the squirrel proof bird house yet? She knew her future reply,

"I'm looking for the right place to put it to see if the squirrels can get in it."

Deuteronomy 31

 

Magic 

where all that which is magnetically connected comes to be. 

Super charge the lighting all praise be 

And 32

Then there was 33

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

The End of Christianity

 

The year was 2025, the rain had just fallen, smashing here and there, the grass was silver green and the sun flowers held firm and tall, different smokes filled the air. The artificial intelligence under her bare feet, flew her across all her old lands.

Much like the rise of Islam due to the internet, the fall of Christianity was at play. A new order to be, the sons of Israel home and abominations were now down and around all the lands. All eyes were open to a gnew order in-deed was on hand. 

The cold aluminum from whence it was birthed underground beneath her bare foot.

All of the old books others thought would never be found and been un earthed buried under sand. The stories of a man that stood up to the crowned men was shakeled and whipped more than 40 times, then hung on a cross for all of man kind to see, while the Mary's weeped and prayed. Whisked away were they to be safe for the end of their days.

Stories were written about a great man Jesus and his teaching, the sons were home and so much more, but no bother to listen, the end of that time was soon at hand.

Then one day it came to pass a man named Saul was blinded by a light, a true Roman was he and knew a seed to be planted in thee. False teachings warmed over, forgiveness for all, then came large buildings, alters and all. 

Years do pass and Ismael's son does rise in class. First born to the father may not favor the son of the loved wife over the first born son of the unloved wife. 

Time went on and wars of religious might did always come. Sweeps and folds from families of old, from the north to the south, east and west all up in the hay.

More and more time and still in the air were the stories of old, lost were the real ways.

Then a great plague hit and mothers did pray, war all around she need to escape the figure eight way. All the lines in her hand she weaved and she sowed, stories forgotten of mountain tops with clouds of mist that parlayed. 

Somewhere the lines then did gather rules of the universal order, one God over all, the animals separate and apart. The angels did sing while the well fed old soul birds did chirp. 

The heavens opened above the earth.   

There is life in everything except that which is artificial.

Soiled by man and his man made times.

Birds Eye

 

Her world over floweth as she caught the dream catchers eye

The air moved delightfully around her as she quicked her tread on the rock way.

A drop of water up on her for head as they watched from above and below, a hand signal here, and a tune in time there.

Her silver in hand she not need the Gold but her quest was one of handing it out to everyone.

Not Gold for the tooth 

Gold for the birds eye

Be still and listen

I have 6 minutes to type what ever I want. I did the math wrong, it was 8 and now it's seven. Speaking of 7  it's an incredible number with way more meaning than people want to understand. It's also the letter L but not in Hebrew, a different line letter language with deep meaning and stories you can unfold with a cypher letter opener. I made some one angry today because I told the truth and then they put that shoe on and wore it precision. 4 min. I'm canning vegetable soup today, 10 lbs of pressure is all it'll take. 3. 2. The trees are giving me a round of applause, you see when you can see all around you and remove the material world, this is where we meet, up on the clouds. 1.

A Poem

 

The blue eye looked back at her

surrounded by the forest green

as she waited for her silver

then she would make Gold

732

 

Let me see this. 

Star Date: seventeen, seven, twenty twenty five

 

The regular people of Spain have started to pushback on the caliphate, the government sits back and watch’s it all go down like in Scotland, Ireland and the likes. In the city state of mini apocalypse, I mean Minneapolis the citizens don’t bother fighting back the caliphate, they seem to take it like a slap in the face and think their ‘Christian modern gay way’ of turn a cheek is helpful but alas almost all the church’s are depraved, none hold the 10 commandments up. 

There is talk the new Caesar will have some sort of gladiator game on the lawn of the White House where he resides. The Senate and congress are wholly corrupted and the citizens have no say. It seems back to the drawing board is the only soulution. People still yell 'democracy' with no idea what it means anymore. 

I read a story yesterday of a couple in the city state of California using surrogates to breed their own children, 21 of them. The couple own(ed) a surrogate business, which in my mind implies a great deal. It's difficult to explain the dangers of modern 'science' and the lack of ethics all around to people that just want to sell something that is not worth buying. (mo money mo money mo money is all they seem to want, and sometimes they just want to take from those that have as they scream, 'it's the Christian way.'

They blessed people don't walk in the modern way, they keep the others a way a part, not walking in step.

The food sold in stores in boxes, cans and jars come from massive vats filled with poison and no care. For some reason the powers that be take the waste of humans, 'clean' in (don't inject your own waste, it's waste with reason) for drinking purposes. Me, "I don't touch the stuff, I have an idea what's in it." as the modern 'doctors' tell people to drink a gallon a day as the putrid water flushes any real nutrients from their system. Those same modern medicine people insist the injection of foreign substances into the body and allopathic pills are pushed, sold and marketed to paralyze the brain from working properly. Modernity really is a poison. Psychologists affirm everyone and their problems with no cure in site because they refuse God in all their teachings, much like the preachers with false teachings dripping from their mouths, a new religion in the name of the old. 

In Truth it's sad to see. 

When the term, 'religious war is at hand' is said most shrug their shoulders not knowing or refusing to recognize the dangers about to be as armed people fight on the streets here and across the seas. 

Syria is a True Christian nation as Iran is Persian but the caliphate that has no leader as of yet expands its way. Spains people are crying because their history has taught them the tragedy of the past the most can not see. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

She used her letter opener as the tool it was to spread the words far and wide as she spun them here and dropped them there.

I said to my husband before I checked, "It'll be 3, 5 or naught." It was 3 and then it was more. 

Doctor Green Bag

 

We Switch We Grow We Move We Sow

the ground below

We seed We weed 

We remove that takes that doesn’t belong

For a free society 

God's law intervenes

For When men lose their Way

We Knell and pray

Hands together Feel the touch

Left and Right 

East to West

We steeple the sound

The salt Water drops

She slipped her muted shaded moss tiger green shoes upon her feet, a velvet touch to walk upon the earth. Her soft denim pants so wide the grace of her step hidden from the eyes. She bore her whetted fangs for all to see, fair warning her sharp tongue blood did run. The Witch Doctor Green Bag, a rope tied round her thin waist, a pull for a soul when sometimes needed, others she gave enough to hang, as she stepped lightly up on the ground. 

Her voice was soft for only one,

"Hey Mama, you're doin' a great job." to the beautiful woman 9 children in toe. Her step was subdued, and her soul did glow, her halo only some would know, and tired she was, the weight of the world, this woman 9 children in tow.

The Witch Doctor Green Bag, her degrees of days, old medicine ways of herb and sometimes whey, looked down the path after a greeting met with delight to see a grotesque human lost in the days. The warnings all there, the soul gone to the no where, nothing to do, not this soul rope for thee for this human did not see, a little goes a long way. 

The sky then rumbled 

the earth did shake 

a gloomy cloud took shape

 not for all 

but the many 

that affirmed wrong ways.

         

Gamatria

 

What is the most blasphemous thing a human can do that is un-forgivable, under every circumstance regarding God's love?

Blasphemy of the Holy Spirit.

What is the Holy Spirt?

The Holy Spirt is the soul you invite unto this earth when we procreate; pro-create, when humans ask to bring forth another, made from two a third. 

Dear women of planet earth that push and excuse the murder of the future that was invited, the thing that is the Holy Spirt, the soul, that you murder before their first breath, the mother's that have neutered and maimed their children's future, you are not forgiven ever. To take the life of one invited into your womb, the babies first home, is not forgivable, ever. They passed it along and even wrote it down.

Why is everyone so confused? 

Do I know some one that can remove views, stop and then add at will, for a specific reason? I enjoy cyphering and deciphering but alas my time is best spent cyphering as I keep my hands busy and feet moving. 

"Head up, back straight, look me in the eyes."

...and then she saw inside. 

Water Lily's

The morning was warm and the moisture floated mid air as the sun sniped the ground below eyeing spots trying to hide under the thicketed pocked clouds and canopy of leaves. On the edge of the woods where the sun would shine down except after a dance for some rain the Cherokee witch was at home, praise be to God. Her tanned arms hardly a hair to be found but underground her other half sang, songs of old from lands far and told. 

The little rabbit with a soft round white tufted tail darted into the dark woods and the bright golden yellow house finch with a glaring spot of black upon his wings darted close to the ground and swept up into the river birch tree. Clay beneath her nails she dug the ground, some seeds she scattered others she planned with thought of the future growth on mind. This was the land the Dove Star would grow. 

A subtle breeze blew through and the chimes filled the air with tender deep thoughts. The Cherokee witch stirred her pot above the open flame and gazed. The sun flowers stood tall and the pointy head of the royal red cardinals were all well fed. Stir she would her pot upon the open flame until the time when right was at hand. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

Monet painted the water lily over and over and over, a vision he curated for you to view.

When something becomes great it grows, but you know that, do you understand it though is a different question when dealing with something not tangible.

My great grandmother didn't care for my mother much because she was much more powerful, my mother doesn't know this. I looked through my great grandmothers eyes as some can do as I listened to her stories, mostly old news, nut never new. You see we witches see one another, some we see as kin and the weak ones see the good ones as a threat. We can feel it in the air when one walks by. We carry totems and degrees most can not see.

Unbound

 

Two lines horizontal 

Nothing is ever straight it’ll eventually meet somewhere down the road. 

An unbroken separation of 2 snakes...always connected, you might not know where

The year was 1954, it was a hot Alabama day, the first day of summer. The solstice over it was back to work in the cotton field. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

never in order, always proper

238, 832, 328, 382

kahtahN

 

“The statistics say if you place your settlement and road there you won’t get many rolls to gain ore, sheep and the such.” 

"Mom, if you don’t play seriously it’s more of a game between us while you do your ‘experiments’ on different ways of how to lose." -this might be an actual quote I frustrate those so.

My son plays chess, while I spin words to remove the board and their rules to show them the above a below and how to move control, gorilla warfare is at hand. 

All minded places of how toos.

…

Game theory; when realizing the hows people game systems, then learning the systems from below the ground up and above, terrain, then feel the ground (Terra ones) you can see the more ways. Chess is not silly there just isn’t any thing important about the win, the win is knowing how the others play in the system. Words and statistics indexed as matter without the knowing other factors are at play, unnoticed systems that are not measurable. 

Game theory; in real life it is about life and death*, of ways, of people, cultures, knowledge of what really is vs what is man made and some of the man made has life which can be felt, Knox Knox Knox.

…

She rolled the dice, “4” she said so they could hear her.

One 3 and a one.

She rolled the dice,”6”

One 2 and a 4.

She rolled the dice one more and said, “11”

Snake eyes

…

Blue and yellow on a tube

Scanning eyes back into you

She did delve deep

 speedy at flight

nothing is nailed in that tight.

Don't count your chickens until you have eaten them, even then...

White Lighting

 

Electric sounds filled the static air

Chhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chhh

And then a halt.

Droplets of rain hit the top of her head as she reached her ultra violet arms through the thicket as the sky folk above her clashed their words in high pitched bare tones, sometimes ten at a time sometimes more. She spun a quick song, a start with low growl, she funneled long sweet ahhhhhh sounds up to a crown then to reach the place she whistled the point. 

There upon the pillow of the clouds she met her kin folk, some in their dreams, others long passed from the earth, and others yet to be. This here where the electromagnetic field lay bare where they planed and forged the strength and peace for the future, under the full eyes of God. 

Down below a box of gold glowed, the chatter inside was intensely bold. 

“Shhhhhhhhhhh” was whispered heavy above the crowd 

“Listen to the old woman with the bird sounds.”

Vibrating molecules were felt all around as the people in the box of gold that glowed darted their eyes, meeting friend and foe. 

A ball of light did spin above the crowd in the box of gold that glowed. 10 items were the matter at hand as feathers fell across the lands. The what to do now was in the past, a future of faith and proper order.

 Moving in tandem with the sun, moon, and stars.

Hong Kong

 

She slipped on her tiger blue shoes made for traversing softly upon everything, 

her pants were denim, 

flowing around her gate of grace, 

her T-shirt today was uniform of the day, 

a particular plan on the wings of Pan, 

life was about to land. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

We were looking through old windows in time...it was 1983 I think, Hong Kong. We had a delay on our departure because my mothers snake skin shoes that were being made for her weren't ready, they were mixed in colour shades of grey skies in all their hews with a smatter of white and a little blue too. There was a baby sleeping on a box with not a care to mind. Half a carcass of a medium sized four legged animal laid upon the street next pieces of the rest, waste makes a mess. 

8

The Four Musketeers

 

His last day was a great day 

Time no longer existed 

His life was lived so well he was brought up to the clouds with a swell. Quick it was with halted release this great man of God whose life was lived.

Death’s tears ran down her face, a final release an Angel was made. She watched through the panes of the glass, his Golden love not far behind and then behold infinite with out time.

His silver hair that once was black as night and blue in the right light, his last day was a great day his future was so bright.

The light drew near and the sky lit up, his silver hair that once was black as night and blue in the right light peace at hand, an end to a night.

Be still and listen,

I love you Uncle Athos. Thank you God for letting me walk with you, my GodFather in this life, a Chinese man from French Guiana that lived on the most eastern island off the coast of South America. My Fathers brother he was, a smorgasbord are We, from the north to the south, the east and the west We cover the earth with all that is blessed.

The tall green trees with roots that grew up, the Banyan tree, a different kind of people are We. 

Death sat at the left hand side of her Father and it was all going to be all right.

ahava

 

As the engineering for her mothers future garden was in play the sun beat down and the birds did sing, the crow cawed and the busy bee bumbled as the proboscis of the butterfly flexed and bowed feeding deep in to the place most would never know. 

Some extravagant beauty would get the slash though not to be misused, tending was at hand.

The American Red Start flew under the brush, to be seen by air a black bird would it appear. The cardinals were fed while they chipped about, while the metal cylinders filled the air with soft full sounds when an easy breeze flew through. 

Sunflowers unfurled to the humming birds delight. Pillows of clouds shaded the ground at periodic points hovering randomly changing the scene. 

“Hello every body, we have a little work to do dears. 

Fret not for your peers,

the dead be awaken, with life as its source.”

 The she sang a bit about blue birds over rainbows

 and great deal of ahava and a greeting to God.

Bewitched Words

 

Upon his ear

The song was sung

Then she spit

Then she hummed

Weapons of Mass Destruction

 

 

She spun it around as she went to town with authorization vex and hex, the water flowed fully in the know how to break down the particle, the matter in hand.

Verily she landed on the lap of the man in the suit, hairs of the wrong colours, unserious was he, a coin hoarder as he weeped poor me to the people whose coins he gathered. She with all her eyes and legs climbed up the arm of the man in the suit, hairs the wrong colours, unserious was he. To his ear she went and sang did she, an angelic melody

 once there was a fool

a fool that thought he was spinning lace

a trace though there

from then to here

an end would come to his space

salt to be shed

from your eyes down your head

a deception no longer

אמן

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

 

When someone jots down on paper a simple math equation 

I have 5 apples

I made one disappear.

I now have 4 apples. 

I made one disappear only if I take action on my equation.

Why would I write it down if I didn’t mean it for it to happen?

Cartography is just mapping a way, an engineered system that can pave on multiple waves.

Sit Lux et Lux Fruit

 

Now that the sun is gleaming bright,

Implore we, bending low,

That He, the Uncreated Light,

May guide us as we go

1087

The death of William

Charlotte

 

She cleaned the spider webs with her witches broom that made ‘things’ disappear hard work and true work make sweaty salty work on early summer days. 

A fire too that would do

A walk on water so to be true

Thinking of the rain to come later her plan on hand to walk bare of foot and free on land.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Last night I was square on my model or it was a match.

Note: this is a fantastic algorithm. Algorithm; think of the beat the flow and the know something hidden a language for prose. 

When I step on your feet I hope I’m light as air. A scorpion sting that wasn’t expected.

Heritability

 

17 always ends up being chet 

3x2x10+7

7’ and the we get making trouble. Trouble though is not for all and all is not really trouble. 

Work on the works

Copper and gold grew in my mind as the flowers grew and tasted in time.

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

The Jesuit witch felt the rumble under her feet, she moved smoothly along the ground until the moment the quake broke. Water on her brow she took the vibrating matter and rode it forward as a bird catching a wave from an automobile, where it wasn’t expected…three minutes late, right on time.

The Western Veil

 

We split the veil

we move through smoke

we shade the way

we x the spot

we use spit and pray

The Eastern sun rises in the west

emet

 

Alph

Mem 

Tav

3 more months

Life took her mother's pale horse down the mountain through the valleys and the hills, as the angels beat their drums, corners and turns tight. Canopies of greens, Golds and blue shaded her way down to the people to see and to meet.

Her Golden shoes buckled around her feet so the moon and stars could watch her move and treat while the sun shone his rays upon her trying to hide her from the true night light. Gold chains wrapped about her, stones placed here and there to hide over cover a glamor of mana. 

there she met a dragon lady

                /\

10/3/3/10 |

Process Gratitude

 

To understand how something works you need to get into the nuts and bolts of the situation and sometimes you have to find out from where said nut and bolt had originated. 

grasping a derivative scaled by a Marcovian principle is flawed 

The artificial intelligences being built will be used in all sorts of different ways depending on the coder. Good or Bad it is what it is and We go from there.

There is a different kind of human nature an artificial intelligence can't See, or hear, or feel, or move or make and histories of peoples told mouth to ear and stories of old passed down long long lines from lands afar bringing their ways with them...

Step in touch

Process Gratitude

Alhamdulillah

High Noon

 

Wasn’t it lovely this equinox the light so bright 

He isn’t looking but he can See you 

There’s the door 

A triangle of dots 

A nail holding it closed 

A firery Angel so you can’t see the truth

In the light of the day 

The final noon

eh-DehN

Seraphin

 

I’m painting the house gold finch

I’ll practice until I get it just right

To call on the winged flight

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the earth is full of His glory

She sailed the web and the flow getting into the know

A drop of water still clung on her brow 

A language of witches stung in the air

Gods Goodness had come

The left back hand begun.

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the earth is full of His glory

The tall man in the white coat pushing popping pills and intravenous Marcovian irreversible inhibitors to a complex non Marcovian system sat uncomfortably upon his four wheeled stool when Death appeared where they evaded the True space. 

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the whole earth is full of His glory

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the whole earth is full of His glory

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the whole earth is full of His glory

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the whole earth is full of His glory

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the whole earth is full of His glory 

Orion

 

3

So 

Many 

Shades

Of

Blue 

And 

Yellow

10

 

Good evening, tonight we are watching missiles flying over Israel and Iran. I’ve never been to Israel but I see there the third temple built, argue they would but in the end one Gd would be True. 

I’ll tell ya it’s a strange world I travel and see, it’s quite spectacular, delightfully and horrifying too…

War isn’t evil as long as it’s quick, it’s the prolonged death that is pain. A quick death is a good death. 

Some dead still roam, waiting. 

Be still and listen 

One day I’ll tell you a story

“Mom, it skipped a line.” Knowing the joke was funny but not true…only applied to a few. 

Elimination Half Life

 

Humans

Chemistry 

Magnetic attraction

If a chemical has a half life you can measure, does that mean the effects of the magnetic part of the attraction chemical part didn’t happen…(shakes head and engages quizzical eye of small and large particles. 

Down the line like no one will like 

Soldier 

Sees

Soldier

Uniforms of the day need not apply

Proteolysis

To be able to read, write, and execute permissions, it’s the writing part most don’t get to do, may not, or just unable. 

A gateway 

It came from ‘somewhere’, invited through the gateway

A gateway

On another level

The day after rest we do it again even if it’s only shown once

Until you remove the nail from the mountain you are stuck in an infinite loop

Figure skate upon the glass of ice that doesn’t melt until it does

Then we have 2

951

 

…shhhhhh

(3=E)+0+(2=R)+M=

 

Static

 (selective)

 movement 

The Parade

 

For fun a run, a skip, and a step…in time 

Gimel

There’s a door

Shhhhhhh

Be still and listen 

This might not make sense 

This might be for you and it might not be, this if for me and thee

Step in line

Seh-Fehr

 

If I was gonna take a gander I’d say, “Maxwells Demons”…first principles. 

Yesh 

Obscure enough it’s fake but most likely true…did you want to jump in the river Styx and it’ll show you fluid dynamics

Be still and listen

One day I’ll tell you a story

And thermo one too

130

 

Today is the 13

Oui

Shefa

 

Shhhhhh

Gimel 

Hey

…

Yesterday 

Hey

Vav 

Hey

Gebirah

When there is nothing is there a name

It’s still after 5 everywhery…it’s the y sometimes 

Caelum

 

It’s funny to see five hundred spectrums when others see three 

Hidden above the clouds

It’s 5:00 somewhere 

Jesuit Witch

 

Lamed 

6 sat in the lap of the chock

Is it not beautiful everything all brightened up, here, there and all over the place under this strawberry harvest moon. 

Be still and listen

One day I’ll tell you a story

I heard the birds bicker as they gathered their due then set about to make the way. 

5

6:57 Edit I really want to help make this world better. 

The Digital Root

 

Sleep falling

Death stepped from the water naked her arms stretched and her wings unfolded then she wrapped them delicately around her. Looking forward through a window of time she saw her self upside down small and perfect and as she moved forward she saw herself grow larger until she reached the vortex point where left became right and up was down as she passed through all clear and fine toned to see, when up was up and right was right. 

Women have tangent lines in their graph of life, 3 of them, men have 2. I reached my last tangent line in the cycle of my life and it is magical to say the least, I'm no longer in pain and can think, my left works in tandem with my right.

How do you see time, how does one measure something that is specific to a person and a place, not everything is the speed of light constant and some things move in manners you have no idea how they communicate. 

Underlying messages in themes all around are only a secret if some one convinces another they aren't there.

We are able to see such small things that the main stream refuses to see the connection with that which they are from or a like are drawn together because they have an underlying code that as an animal we read naturally...we forget we are animals as I watch the deer tell each other I'm outside but it's safe to come out, it's just Kristin. When I whistled a tune and sang a special song the cardinals stopped throwing themselves to their death in warning I had arrived.

All those lines divisible by 2 but the mother's line is 3, 6, 9. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Growing old isn't scary, it's getting there that is and when your mind is free to the cycle of life and death and you can See it, it's the knowing there really is a Gold pill and Gd.

 

A Business Matter

 

Sometimes I have to travel the river flow through the oak valley to get deep into the know

Always as an agent her hair had legs over the fire

The builders united under one Gd 

The Cauldron of Gomel

 

The seamstress pricked the fabric with her sharp needle

another uniform of the day

 this one with buttons for display

Bread For A Reason

 

The heavy thump of drums beat in the background, but it wasn't the sound of music, it was the beat of the rotary blades swirling the wind, the helicopters in formation flew over the grey buildings. 

Act like a patriot. Yeah America. 

If New Yorkers or Californians don't have to pay taxes that I do then something is not in balance.

The lot is skew.

and all the rest you know the thing 

We were actually founded by alright people that put thought in to the future. It's been eroded with the bill of rights and laws and regulations so a paper pusher can have a job. 

Meanwhile the Pope is an American citizen...the Roman Pope. 

I see I see one world order in front of me. It feels like the Ai already has us trapped. 

On another subject matter I watched a group of people plan and build the end of the world so to follow the words written in true. 

Plans within plans within plans, game theory all comes down to one but I also know Thucydides trap doesn't have to trap.  

I AM

Take the gold pill

Feel the green earth

Watch the cardinal fly by

Butterfly Puddle

 

The platters of grains 

The bowls of sweet tender berries

The sound of an electronic reverberation echoed through the air

stories of shattered planets and gods

 

crystals cut from the same sample (is there a mathematical equation for a vortex pull or some sort...only the cycle is perfection except the 3. 6. 9.  flip the 3 on it's side, slip into the six and out with the nine.

...

Death looked out the window to the scene placed before her, the butterfly puddle perfectly placed. She watched the birds fly the quake in her wake. 

...

It was a hot day near the equator where time moved so slow a modern human would have thought they had landed in ancient Arabian times except they had added decorations to their pawned off from the United States Civil War long guns to their Khanjar cross, that would be the only change beside the few cars and one road. 

"Come on kids!" came the shout from Mrs Batstone, "get in line. It's just a needle, noting to be scared of."

Mrs Batstone, head honcho nurse that stitched all of us up at one time or another, tall and lanky, beautiful with freckles all over and the ladies would joke as they smoked their cigarettes around the pool at the Khanjar Club while we heathen Children jumped and swam in cool waters under a burning sun and played pirate when when ever was our delight. 

This day was not that one.

Under the First Building of the compound surround by a cyclone fence and a gate guard that slept at the gate, all the children gathered and queued. 

The thin needle pierced the skin of the upper arm and she flinched, "it's just a needle" and in that needle was a magical substance, refrigerated and flown in just for us. 

it would make us impervious 

...

Have you ever met a rebel? 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

All governments and companies experiment on people...mind, body and soul 

Common Core

 

How do I explain

The military has bases all over the country 

Military bases are hubs of culture 

When in Rome some people like to copy the toga

Hubs are full of spokes and tenticals that easily reach the civilian population to show them the Roman way 

Common core doesn’t work unless it’s actually common much like sense. It doesn’t matter how much you sell it some will never buy it and others want to be seen on the scene and they will make fools of themselves if they are told they are a star. 

Now to another layer from the vision of the soldiers child. 

POMDP 

Let us spin and put our minds in to the war fighters mind of dominance, game theory and how in the realm of the war/human matrix things really move and what is the object destination/determination. 

take apart the word ma trix for a dare

In war there are no guard rails much to the dismay of a normal person.  

destabilize the family a number 1 

create social disorder 

poison bodies and minds of the citizenry through political education and political 'health care'

rape and pilage

neuter the men

spay the women

feed the citizenry sewage instead of clean water promised to them

after 2020 we saw what they* and individuals were capable of...while they prison women with male rapist...

It is so similar to the 're'education camp, Pitesti, even the desecration of Holy places by the rainbow brigade to drink your own waste.

I've said it before but a reminder is due...when I was the Officers Wives Club President at Moody AFB it was sold to Air Forces spouses that common core was good for the children so when as a family they have a Permanent Change of Station to another State the standards would be regulated federally so they didn't have to change grade levels up or down...because education standards would be drastically different in some places depending on...the culture... of the area. The military has bases, forts, stations and such all over the country...are we really one country? I moved to Tennessee from Colorado and we are not one country...POMDB. The standards were lowered to a ninth grade level for high school graduation...no one likes this and some argue with me that this couldn't not be the case but I think through a readers reasonable eyes they can now see the issue. 

I'm not sure of anyones capabilities of back engineering a future but some enjoy a challenge and to do that well you study the past and see all the places everything goes wrong and then you look forward to a difficult complex job as you take into account individuals, followers and leaders, script writers and doers, door matts and wall flowers. 

Change the spin of the hub like we would a centrifuge and let that which doesn't know what to hold on to that's not Good go and make sure there is a strong net to catch the trash so not to poison more. 

Down the road a bit there is going to be a problam0 when the kids see the shit they were fed by state actors, doctors that don't know anything about neutrino but popping Pharma pills to the pharma kids, to the teachers and psychologists...

When are they going to figure it out is my query. 

White Polka Dots Scattered Brightly

 

I live in a matrix where sometimes I shovel chit, although it’s cold till I heat it up.

The witch woman slipped her fresh but old snake shoes over her stockinged feet. The fresh but old snake skin shoes the colour of white carp and an astroid fallen from dark space, her stockings the colour of the flesh of a perfectly ripe avocado with white polka dots scattered brightly about. In the back ground a tune of a polish song of roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of a fun...and zing zing zing...

for the gangs all here

accordions, drums, tubas and more

The time to remove the goat from the star was about to be at the right hand. Under the shadow of the low ceiling of clouds while the sun shone across the wheat filled lands her wings did spread and off she took her snake bag in hand filled with pots and pans. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

The Witch woman scanned the waves saw none going her way so there she did make her own an uncommon clear river under a sea of deep matter.

Inter Alia

 

The water dripped slowly from the spout

Dear Holy Spirit,

    In the process of uncovering the veil over the eyes of the See we found amongst the internal and external issues we knew of a more pressing problem of stacking when the partially observed prediction model doesn't have any awareness of multiple dimensions.

Looking in to the internal that which is contrived won't have the lasting power of that which is honed with time.

As for the external issues explained as a compost pile being slow motion thermo dynamics except it's just rot. 

Your faithful servant

it's in the X

The left hand of God

By the Banks of the Water Trees

 

The lady in the black boots that stopped three inches below her knees waded into the brambles covered in rich black berries for the picking at the edge of the darkened woods. Her wolf hound at her side she watched as the little witch rabbit burrowed near the oak tree that was hard to see in the midst of the ash and dog woods that hid a scene from the sky so those that thought they were gods above.

What names we say that move so slow and quick for us no ways to know. 

a crush of the air

a push of the sea

old seasoned sticks

the iron cauldron whisked

spits of fire to tend

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

In time we See the evil cloak its self in Good.

A story old in time we show again

You can't escape the figure eight 

Hey Charlie though we catch a ride

If you See the snake stand by and watch it eat its Sssssself. 

From lines here and there, and there and there

A diameter and a radius  

colours you can't imagine you could See

a star glows spin

uncloak the glamour bird of prey

I have the ear up of Anubis you say

a whisper and a leaf of green to grow

a place of beauty for him to stay

by the banks of the water trees

a song of birds a job well done

Love mOm

The Womb of Cells

 

They drove across the United states of America… 

There once was a school bus driver somewhere in the middle of America that came from a long deep line in time from Wales and Scotland and with that line they made rites of their own, to tag a line and pull along and recall voices from whence they came. 

The fairy mound in the woods darkened in the day, grass and moss bright in the shade of the thick canopy of leaves. 

The rain fell on the peaceful mountain top with stories of HahDahSahH spinning over the oak that had been knocked upon where the truth unfolded. The discovery of a witches brew of a religious

The women walked the line around Martha towards Electa...

Electa, "Sister Conductress."

Conductress, "I present this sister to be instructed in the commendable virtue of heroic endurance of the wrongs persecution, when demanded in defense of Truth, as illustrated in the lesson of Electa.

Electa, "the elect lady and her children...My Sister, be loyal to your convictions of the Truth and murmer not of another's loyalty. Let Truth be spoken and let it shine through your life...cloak yourSelf in red..."

Here the wives, daughters, mothers, widows and sisters of Master Masons may become willing helpers in the service of humanity.

Our Great Aunt Gracie, faithful, honorable, loyal, with the loss of her children she knew the broken column, and she loved her sisters. 

"Mom, why didn't you join?"

"Well, I moved away at 17, and then I married a Catholic."

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

The Jesuit Witch Rose

Watched over by the Doves

 

Talking Heads

 

The churches golden windows the shape of a rectangle with a pointy top on each side of the large black closed door the white paint of the building that had seen better days with a steeple and no bell to remind the mind.

The churches golden windows the shape of a rectangle with a pointy top shone brightly amidst the decay. Shadows of old glass rippling the light through time.

The lady in the soft sky blue overalls three inches from her ankles, mint green socks with bright pink, slip on shoes to make herself brighter to the stars in the sky walked through the tall grass leaving a trail of bent stems.

look there's a rabbit

"Whatcha doin?"  

Not believing in coincidences 

Talking heads are still insisting a lab leak...it must be too frighting to believe all the countries virologists got together and made something that would attack humans and obviously a lab leak would work but if it's an intentional leak then...

Who was running the country, the talking heads in unison, "It was Jr staffers" 

everyone knows know Epstein killed himself...the talking heads said so

Pink Panther

 

Derivatives 

Always be ready

…wait until you see the next character…

May 23 8:17

What happens when you remove contractors from the equation.

May23 9:15

A penny costs 4 cents. The worth of a penny is _ so they will no longer make the penny. The worth of bitcoin is _ . 

Insert makes scents here.

May 26 11:11

It’s sad it’s just all bots. 

May 26 12:09

Just because someone has a name/word for something does not mean they understand it.

May 26 8:24

Witches and such like that be true as be faries and thinks of existence only one can imagine to be true much love to you the mother of all brides.

Old Books Galore

 

Old books galore

surround me with lore

that tighten a view

and deepen a site

from the river 

through the styx

a flower plucked from view

the daughter, Adah

the mother, ... 

the sister, ...

...

"Why didn't you join mom?"

"I left home at 17 and then I married a Catholic and converted."

"I hope they did the proper ceremony for Great Aunt Gracie."

Be still and listen

One day I'll tell you a story

It was some time in the late 1800's...

Electa

 

Most people don't know what it's like to spin, swimming up river is easy with momentum and clear site. So gather round and round and round we go on a path of moss covered rocks lost in time but not long ago where copy becomes a telephone exchange with static in between. I'll walk by you on this nice path on the side of the rough waters tumbling you about and watch you as you struggle with what is before you and how you try to continue forward, up stream. 

Get out of the stream

; my questions are varied and vast but as you read these words I have electronically type written for you to see I implant upon your eyes and into your mind my thoughts of that which I See around me in my world and in my matrixes where I play. 

One of my curiosities is communication. I wonder why some people know each other the moment they see each other...pheromones-chemical signatures we read subconsciously-magnetic attraction. My husband showed me a meme the other day and it went something like this...

when you reach a certain point in physics of knowledge and understanding

*pulls back curtain*

astrology and ghosts are real

as are aliens and God 

don't forget the eyes in your screens

and the satellites in low orbit a beautiful net

to capture communication 

flying through the sky

are there nets you can't see?

The Pope is dead, long live the Pope [samech with a dot}

I'm actually going somewhere with this, I had to know why people in the United States didn't see Catholicism as Christian as I watch a Christian Nationalist fight break out with infiltrators on the left and right as I start hearing what they actually believe because none of it makes sense...and when something doesn't make sense (working properly) I like to figure out first if it's plugged in, then I find where the cross in the line happened. 

I like to get into the correct frame of mind of the time I'm traveling so I can hear the voices and know the people and their muddy paths, some getting by-ers, some builders, others plunderers in the false dress of kindness, where the mighty coin always rules.  

King James, 1604, son of Mary Queen of Scots-beheaded Catholic monarch. It was a time of Puritans and Calvinist and he wanted a Bible un like the Church of England...He wanted the King James Version.

Schooling and Universities in the last hundreds and thousands of years have been religious instructions first (12 credits of humanities needed for a bachelor of nothing, can you imagine the doctorates they give out these days) they are this still today although the religion has changed from God focus to human focus and heavy in psychology which is the behavior modification high priest*don't let that snake in your head*. I digress with purpose.

My Father in Law attended the Nazarene Bible school. My Brother In law (ex but I still love, count him and pray for him) is a First United Methodist preacher that received his masters in Divinity at Duke. The University of Bologna is a Catholic university...you see the drift and then it drifts some more.

The dispensationalism movement in the mid 1800's...don't scoff at this...his name was Scofield 

This below till a point is in no special order except for the bombs that lit the sky afire.

The Late Great Planet Earth -Hal Lindsay

Left behind series where they tell a tale of a rapture where the grace of God brings you to heaven untouched by deaths cruel hand...like Enoch and Elijah. 

The Contradiction of Adam and Eve where the translator or copy writer added some extra bits about a lamb and a sacrifice and how God says he will come back as his own son...that was added.  

Much like Paul who was once Saul, the Marion's thought only take the writings of the man that argued with Peter and never knew Jesus.  See what he changed

Then the nukes went off and the world changed forever. The twin nuclei problem…one way or another the human race is going to have a reckoning, and each individual always does, one way, or the other. 

In the Religion of Life where they are scared of death so much someone made up the rapture story so you could hope you would be one of the special and saved because you believed so hard and well that you would not know Death. All the while the world is going to hell in a fake hand maidens basket emblazoned with pride and I’m not just speaking of the rainbow brigade.

My great Aunt passed away while I was in Spain with my son a few bits ago while we were walking old streets I had traversed before...old familiar voices

Let me tell you something that is not a secret; I'm an animal. After I went through my mother's vaginal canal and I was greeted with love, affection, trust, and protection, and they whispered in my ears the ways of the word of God. 

 

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