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. 

 

...8*0XX0*8*0XX0*8*0XX0*8

&

The Bars of Paradise

 

unicode-n08DO-Tvst

someplace

dalet / a door to somewhere 

HahDahSahH

is there a snake [samach}

is there a dot in the snake

go back in time

shhhhhhh

there was silence [alph} 

then God made a dot in box [beit}

God gave that dot a body and legs to move [gimel}

God made a door way [dalet}

code to doorways/messages if you can See

Mountains [mem}

Traps [tet}

Keys [koof}

Some places have multiple ways out [hey}

and others only down [chet}

I just realized the character GahNahN name from Star Trek voyager means Gardner.

A key-a trap-a nail KahTah7 small ...epiphany+light bulb goes off 

What <a mountain a way out> what's over there?

AhMeh7 shhhhh you are stuck on the mountain it is nailed in

Enter Kobayashi Maru

Ghost the machine

shhhhhh there is one way out XHah7

maybe XHahI

XXXXXXXI

XXXXXXX^

I was drifting from mountain top 

to mountain top 

under the cover of the ahNehN given to thee

To be one there is only 7 way out

When HE has his back to you [ayin}

What if we could escape if we were silent D-MahMahH

Bounce a sonic boom from anywhere

Neh-X-MahN

I'm having a blast, whipping up egg whites mixed with Irish Whisky as I drape myself in the BahD of XBBX.

8!;8-! (8?34

Nothing is ever free 

So mote it be 

time to see inside the sheath 

Love Always, Mary

 

Function Stacking

 

Would you mind sitting with me in the grass, it’s a bit damp and you bum might get cold and your clothes wet, you might even get dirt on your pants, it’s ok, relax. 

I was at the optometrist where I always have interesting conversations as the middle aged children of the boomers help and guide their aging parents in their later years. Rows of lenses all in premade plastic frames line the wall as you enter. There is a conversation I walk in on as I mind a political nuisance with white hair that I think might have been possessed, I’m not joking; I heard a strange utterance under her breath that only the odd ones out can hear. She thought she was loving and saw something in me, she saw a reflection of her self when she looked upon me and assumed she understood me as one of her tribe but deep inside she saw the truth and said as much. Her opinions were all wrong as I had declared at my arrival out loud but I had given none of my own except my sovereignty.

The lenses on the walls looked back at me empty of perspective but to correct the readers vision. 

The grass is soft isn’t it? I have to dead head the petunias over there to keep the plant flowering, it’s tedious work but worth the view and it keeps the plant healthy if watered and fed properly. 

We went for a walk in the smokies this weekend, a place you might say would be in the middle of no where, with the rushing river and waterfalls as the path slopped up the mountain gradually. A long the path were places of life that will only exist right there, until it’s able to seed or transplant, to continue existence…the birch tree that fell years ago wearing a sweater of moss with tiny delicate flowers next to rock weeping with joy at the butterflies and bees puddling. Small ecosystems I could step upon if I so desired. They know we exist just as we know they exist. 

Watch the ant and it looks like it has no idea where it’s going but in the ants reality it’s following a path set with messages here and there. You assume they are unaware of you and I might ask why?

Lay down on the grass and look into the softened blue sky and watch the hatch that’s flying around above you…aware vs nature.

What else can you see as the sun shines down upon you enlightening Terra for you? All the planets and the stars still look upon you even though the sun hides your vision of the darkened sky.

 The above is a pulled out version of a minuscule part of the universe

it's a plantation house and grounds plan from a book

The page curves as you turn the page to another plan

Most of all can you See the symbiotic nature of adoption and transplantation done correctly vs incorrectly

and no you can not go back in time

The more we look in the less we look out

There are bunches of these plans and some are identical and fall in line

others are freeform

The grass is dry and warm now and if you look between the blades you will see matter that has reached it's max potential and ow will become energy/food for new growth max potential, it's always with heat this happens for in the cold if we don't stop moving we stop...cold. 

It's much more calming to talk of nurture more over than human nature.

What I really want to say it's all the same you, are thinking the wrong way.  

When you look into the sky tonight peer west you might see the Charioteer with Jupiter, Mars and the moon.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Scapular

 

To those who know the burden of the world upon their shoulders when they were draped upon you, you are reminded you are not alone for she will guard your heart and attached to one square there is the other separate but attached when not worn and when worn magic befolds.

Off thoughts to spin around

The pineal gland

how the deer communicate

the theory of everything

God

Atheists intrigue me as do those that have a strange cognitive dissonance with their faith

Why do people think God has to be only Good? and if He isn't only Good then you don't want him?

I can hear a flock of geese quacking above me as they fly east.

What happened to the Scottish and their rites?

I have a great deal of dead heading in front of me.

Other people, "I read kierkegaard and he says, 'yada, yada, yada', (dear person in the future, yada 'jada' is a Norwegian expression, someone like me speaks a sort of pigeon language of all sorts, as I shout love to mi hijo's y mi mija's, alhamdulillah).

Me, "We have a big problem and we have to prepare. Get all your houses in order not a speck left behind. Spring is about to raise in summer daze."

Aslo me, "and also don't worry for what will be will be and in the end God will sort it out."

Me again some more, "and that doesn't mean you don't have to take care of business here on this plane. Leave it better than you found it to the best of your real ability (as in, figure it out and do the right thing no half j. o. b. s.)

There really are so many distractions with purposes to cause harm all around and everywhere.  

Anyway, the thin lace veil over the face, a webbing to confuse the see or does it See more through the glimmers of vision into the smoke and over the passage of water.

Now on to el Papa, el Papa is dead, long live the Pope and may the next one be of the True old Faith.

A foundation of all reality and a gate way that is secure.

I love Mondays. 

enjoy

Spectrum Shades

 

The seamstress in the banyan tree with arms that root deep and grow more trunks, and root deep and grow more trunks, and root deep and grow more trunks, gathered the everything here and there, she knew it would not match but she knew she could make it go. 

A back drop of 500 spectrum shades of new spring green that shimmered when under the light rains of water that came from the sky, the sparkle of a barracuda just below the surface of the calm waiting sea.

22 5

9:36

I had no idea math was so much fun…when I say math I mean theory stuff.

Chickenhawk

 

Some people count their chickens before their eggs hatch

Some people count their chickens when their eggs hatch

Some people count their chickens after a chickenhawk fly by

Some other people count their chickens only after they have satiated the well fed beast.

The Recipe

 

Easter 

MMXXV

The Recipe

Positive EE 

The morning of the celebration anniversary of the S0n rising in resurrection I stood under the electrical lines, crosses of miscommunication for you all to bear. The celebration anniversary of the S0n rising in resurrection was called, 'Easter Sun Rise Service'. 

The cross of electricity stood tall

Behind the man in a bright orange pull over with a 3/4 zipper pull(?), denim pants I hope I recall correctly, and trainers on his feet, that thought he knew what he was saying as he made sure he used his magic words of names called out in service to make one feel welcome. 

Behind the man in a bright orange pull over with a 3/4 zipper pull(?), denim pants I hope I recall correctly, and trainers on his feet, as he bounced around a rapture story I found out where I was, amidst a group of pagans that prayed to Jesus not God in True. 

Behind the man in a bright orange pull over with a 3/4 zipper pull(?), denim pants I hope I recall correctly, and trainers on his feet, in their place of the cross where you should feel the weight of the shadow, the birds sung so loudly as if in warning, drowning the words of the man that knew not what he was saying as he pulled the flock along.

Did he follow the recipe?

the earth shook below their sandaled feet

whispers here

whispers there

now a shout

hear out loud

they could see it now

 as the Sun shined wide

the men looked at the woman 

the witch that she was

and write it down and cross it out

bury it deep

in the dark

for none to See

One day it would all Be 

no more hiding a tale to read

Polish Raisin Bread 

total failure  

My sisters came out lovely; it's the one in the back ground in a bag, a perfect shape and crumb. 

Now where to put the blame for my failure.

Altitude?

Yeast?

Did I follow the recipe?

No.

Now let me tell you a story

The first batch I had made the night before is on the right, it was the texture of corn meal and tasted of something that had fermented a tad bit too long.

The second batch on the left I made Easter morning after seeing my first failure. 

The first batch doesn't have a story but one of a first try I had a gut feeling wouldn't work out.

The second batch though...

Back home from the celebration anniversary of the S0n rising in resurrection, I draped my new spring green and cream check apron with embroidered hummingbirds and one practical pocket, gift from my Nazarene Mother over my head, pulled the ties around my back and to the front, and secured them tightly to hold my tool towel in place.  

One golden earphone in listening and watching on my tiny screen wondering if eyes were watching back, Paula White, Senior Advisor to President Trump for the White House Office of Faith, Easter Service live on X as I prepared and kneaded the dough. 

This first Easter I have gotten to celebrate with my parents in what feels like a hundred years, I wanted to do my best as I listened confused to this woman that said she preached the word of God as she took one sentence from this book another from a different one and then yet a book they claim relation, to form a story that made no sense, but I stuck around for her asking for your $. 

Did she follow the recipe?

I kneaded and pulled

I kneaded and pulled

I kneaded and pulled

No stretch could I find

Did I follow the recipe?

I kneaded and pulled

I kneaded and pulled

I kneaded and pulled

No stretch could I find

Did I follow the recipe? 

It failed so I did something wrong. 

Practice is what we do

with a recipe tried and True

Words of Adam spun

In a time of the shun

A cloth to sew

A future to create 

False Flag

 

Nothing is evergreen 

unless it's perhaps over seeded

 then may nay not a false seed is planted

Evergreen 

Evergreen 

Evergreen

 like a parasite it grows to be seen. 

Tri-level Chess

 

“When the chess game is over, the pawns, rooks, knights, bishops, kings, and queens all go back into the same box.”-Italian proverb.

Except we all know that’s not true, some stuff gets thrown out if it is unfixable and if you are like me you find interesting ideas for what to do with what’s left behind-Death

Representation

 

Do you feel you have Representation?

Free Speech?

The right to bear arms?

The Constitution and the Bill of Rights

What is it to be an American? What State do you reside and then we might be able to answer. 

Are States, 'city-states', or countries of their own with a Federal State to 'manage'. Manage what? 

…

Colorado Springs just had there municipal election. I copied the below and pasted it in a lovely evergreen shade not just for the sake of art but for the State of the Art, from the Colorado Springs . gov site I posted this where one could see it, on face book and x, here and there, I'm posting it here late, there is obviously no time constraints so why would it matter.

"Ballot counting was completed Wednesday, April 2. The post-election period, now through April 9, allows time for military and overseas ballots to arrive by April 9 at 5 p.m., and allows voters who did not sign their ballot or voters with signature discrepancies to cure those ballots. Election workers will process those additional ballots and updated results will be posted on April 10. Results will be certified by Friday, April 11."

What?  

I shouldn't care, I have moved from there, but here's the thing...my vote in Tennessee doesn't mean anything on the federal level when you outwardly count votes you* want and discard those you don't. Please don't say, "receipts", "proof", or any other retarded sound bite. Now let me tell you how computers work and what coding is...let me explain little back door and front doors too, a bit more time to screw some more numbers at you. The Nigerian Mayor who supposedly isn't partisan but if you have ever been to one of his 'coffee houses' (commies love coffee houses, always have, historical factoid) you know he's a commie, and not just because the commie doctorate Uncivil society program brought them* all over...Wow I digress with important information...How computers work...one of my children is a 'computer scientist', he had to take a class in ethics and the choice for the ethical intstruction was a musical theater human, an unserious woman and we are in the realm of super serious ethical needs now and the unserious have been at the helm to long. I don't think I should have to say more concerning that, I also think Fauci's wife was 'in charge' of ethics at one of our Federal political health bureaucracies, yes it matters.

Those top two phrases we say on a consistent manner here in 'the States' are again,

1st Amendment

2nd Amendment, shall not be infringed. 

A#1first mistake, you don't need an 'amendment' that tells you that you can say what you want. I don't have to add clarifiers or footnotes and I don't have to say it the way someone else thinks I should because of insert retarded reason here, I'm speaking to adults not children. 

The second thing of so much matter...you know those that get all upset because of 'gun violence', not the manipulative ones that believe in arming their self but you shouldn't be able, you should depend on the police...but not them. 

Any, shall not be infringed and yes, if I want an F 16 I should be able to have one if I can afford it, but don't worry the maintenance on those is...what would I know, maybe a tank too. 

This is the kind of American I am no matter where I am; being part of the United States means something. 

Citizenship should mean representation; it doesn’t anymore until We make it so again.

There is no such thing as a peaceful protest, that was a psyop no one wants to admit.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

…but here let me tell you that the hero of the story really is Jesus, it's just not the one you are taught. Jesus was a warrior guiding people back to the old ways. The crucified him to humiliate him and his movement. There was a civil war happening at the time of Jesus's life, where the religious leaders of the time were threatened by Gods authority, as Jesus told them how they were wrong and flipped tables, those that represented the people that lived in the area were called upon to help take care of their, the religious leaders at the time, problem…

Anyway long story short...at around the turn of the millennium…

If you got this far, here's another history to unfold...

Amerigo brought to you by the famous Medici (banking) family you know from the romantic cities of Florence and later Seville; Latin feminized as that was the way in cartography of the day, AmericA. A flag of bees in*formation in the deep blue sky, flanked by diagonals of red. His brother an Order of the Knights of the Hospital of Saint John of Jerusalem, you should check this out and dive into history and what people believe and what makes them move.  

It was the turn of the century 1500's and just after, great exploration is happening and trade in goods and people have always been moving. This is the start, a race between Columbus and Amerigo all under the Crowns of Spain, Portugal, and the bankers of the city states. 

The Empire makes it's move and starts the transplant of businesses for trade and work and goods and people and services flow into the new world from places like Ireland where they need to get rid of the riff raff and from the cities over crowded with peasants and poor...

Then the 1700s happen...

France is a bigger player in upheaval and finance too...Great Britain is industrializing

yada, yada, yada

then we have

A bit of tea in Boston harbor and such, but you know that story...

Revolution

 

Revolution is in the air, I can feel it everywhere. 

What is a feeling?

A feeling is something tangible to act on.

How is a feeling tangible?

I've wanted this conversation in the open for awhile, 

we need this one

in the realm of open space

I need a free flow of thought, spirals of moments with reason, knowledge and God in mind. The last one throws people off but it's the one that corrects the course. 

Moments in time...they matter because they move people...

1400's, Germany, the printing press, Martin Luther, Calvin and the others have a revolution. 

1700's, Europe and the areas Columbus and Amerigo landed and colonized, the age of reason after the enlightenment, where man discovered more than the church that ruled over the people lifting the Kings, Queens and Empires . 

I wrote a time joke marker in there if anyone can get it.

1700's the rise of the seasoned banker and the hiding of the knights of the temple, revolutions and beheadings and turns in time. 

Washing hands wasn't even a thing, but it was once and why was it forgotten? A story from another moment in time was when the Romans were run out of their mismanaged city states and the ones that moved in wanted to have no adoption of the good things the Romans did and made. 

That was a feeling in a few hundred years...tangible action when people felt the need. 

The 1800's rose the industrial revolution adding with it disease and grime into the 1900's with wars everywhere until there was peace after 1945. 

This is a real story of a real person I know that has passed now. 

It was 2006/7, we were back on CONUS and stationed at Moody AFB. My husband was the CC of the 41st, does it matter to the story, probably. We had driven down to visit my parents in Satellite Beach, home of the Space Shuttle, NASA, Patrick AFB (now Patrick SFB).

My parents are hosting a dinner since we will be in town and they invite the Bruckner's as well. I don't recall if it was Hot Pot or Chinese Spaghetti we were having, my LittleGuy on his lap as my other two are entertaining the rest of the family at the ample round dinner table. LittleGuy was about 2 years old and cute as button, big dark brown eyes and a curly mop of hair the colour of an oak tree. He had command of his eyelids and was showing off to Dr Al, playing a type of peekaboo, one eye shut and then the other, left then right then on a word he would do the other. I watched the table with delight because I knew who was sitting there, each person and their story to be told, each person to have a story unfold.  

There I was sitting with my father the Marine that mapped the air over the Middle East and presented it to the UN, my husband at the time, a rotor and fixed wing pilot, Commander of the largest rescue squadron in the Air Force and Dr Al...

His obituary was missing years of his life...

H. P. Breckner was born in Transylvania in 23 November, 1925. 

Do you have a timeline yet 

can you wrap your head around this comfortably 

no feelings towards motion? 

Dr Al was a pilot, he flew a single engine Messerschmidt during the war and was injured several times on the Eastern Front. Dr Al was what we call today, one of the paper clips, he had degrees in aerospace engineering and law, he was invited/brought over to the United States in 1955. He worked with Pan Am's Guided Missile Range Division, here is a link to Dr Al's Obituary 

Part of his life is missing as if his family wanted it erased. He was a man fighting for his country and he didn't get to decide policy. He didn't put people in camps and do experiments on them. He was a product of a moment in time and they give that product the name Nazi, by definition he had been that. 

Into my head the thought flies

And?

And what?

He was a family friend and he was a Nazi, so? 

He should be a German war hero but they aren't allowed those. 

I don't know if you read his obituary, he worked on the Mercury, Apollo and Space Shuttle programs. He was a consultant to Space Agencies in Europe, France and Italy...(to include vs including, military speak vs contract proposals).

I have sitting next to me on the floor 2 books. One that matters in the now and the other the letters and diaries of Gottard Heinrici, A German General on the Eastern Front. 

I think of Dave Wisnewski and I don't want him being erased because some 'people in charge' didn't do what they did for goodness but to fill their coffers and we know this now, but also we need to keep some order. 

Sometimes the order is the boot on the neck, whose neck is under the boot?

What can you say and what can you not say?

And when God is brought into the question, that one that corrects the course we hit a wall of the nuance to nothingness and others turn their head in disgust. I would like to teach you how to get around that wall to See the rest of what you are allowed. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

For story flare my children's great grand father was also a pioneer pilot that flew in the RAF and also the Army Air corp, WW1 and WW2, after WW2 he was stationed in the Caribbean where he flew his plane over the South American coast...searching out the Nazi's that did do wrong stuff so they got otta there if they could...He was one of the first arial photographers...Dr Al's last position was as an advisor to Bionics Photo services, where we had our generation photo taken: my Grandmother, mother, my daughter and myself, the same place where T worked, he was a Black Panther once upon a day.

One is not like the other that does not mean they don't belong together. 

Scatter the Ground

 

The vibrato of the song bird 

was more pronounced

the end of the song had a longing sadness

the vibration was felt farther

 asymmetry was the beauty 

the wind pushing and pulling.

The song bird kept singing

her dissonant sound

gather the seeds

and scatter the ground.

Wissen Bewegen

 

+multiple vectors+moving targets+obstacles big and small

=29 or is it 11 

Newtonian Stretch

 

I enter many strange spaces, framed in 2 dimensions. 

So here I go spinning in to nothing of order. 

In modern Newton laws and such, you are given a box of vectors so to speak...let me take you to a different kind os place, another kind of natural knowledge of earth, space, motion, magnetic devotion*, you can see drifts here and there with electrical sparks that had Mary Shelley spin a tale of a Frankenstein. Sadly here in this modernity we have the frankensteins but haven't moved forward out of modern Newtons laws of physics, you are still in a box.

I don't even know if this will make sense to anyone but Hey, I try...

It's all the same thinking from the same time period of the 1700's.

After the enlightenment 

they had the age of reason

Our economic system: trade and barter turned to gold coin for some goods and the salt it was worth for others, and still trade and barter. With trade and barter you have pathways stretched out over lands and seas, you have pirates with which to tend to, modern Houthi's are Pirates blocking shipping pathways. Stick with me please, this economic stretch is attached to the Newtonian stretch, which never really lets us fly, it puts us in always changing vector boxes if you get my drift. We keep putting the constraints of analytical mechanics in the way when you should erase the board, take a photo fphirst. Come and hang out all over the space...At this moment our space pirates are 'cosmic rays', of which is a real thing, not science fiction-a clarifier for the child reading this. There are many different kinds of radiation and we need to stop it from kinetic from happening when they touch our atmospheric area which heats up and breaks down our cells, like a compost pile but you are the green. Like our economic system (the debt) that they feed the machine and they keep stretching the limit if I may, except you are the soilent green that keeps it going while some can dig out of the pile and others can not. Some cells are broken apart easier first then others but eventually it all destructs to make room for the new. 

From the Silk Road that forged pathways for disease, to trains that unconstrained the communist movement momentum, to coins that have been broken down to a half life to a 1/4 life and down into the spiral of nothing. 

How do you vector spirals and circles through infinite that is made up of geometric particles 'bouncing' moving about and some you have to have no interaction with whatsoever or it will kill you, the human, and others you need.

What if there was no box within to vector but magnetic attraction which moves us and all things. Some people fight it like putting 2 ends of the none attractive sides of magnets, they want to move apart even when you force the issue. Then other times you see something drawn to an other in what looks like lighting speed even though it was static electricity you just couldn't see and Flash! then you count, 1, 2, ...miles from the sonic boom the distance of the storm, clashes of positive and negative electricity clashing with god like energy. 

Let me take you to fantasy land where humans can move through space, which in real life is actually through time, we have a limited amount of time, we live in a box of vectors. 

A parent releases their child into the real world and they child travels to a place perhaps the parent never went and the child hopefully comes back (Inshallah) older with more knowledge and to them you are the same, a time and shift drift, and you can learn to drift together. 

try this...

My wolf hound used to have a fenced in yard (eden), safe and everything is taken care of and no predators can get her. We move to a new place that does not have a fence and a coyote I have actually seen, with deer for prey so I tether my wolf hound certain hours of the day and keep my eyes extra open others to keep her safe from a different kind of eden. 

Your debt is your tether to reality (of a fake eden) which you have to manage because you are not someone's pet but you are managed to some extent. The more pull the dollar or coin has depends on the stretchability before something breaks...

you run out of the ability to pay down the debt

you run out of the ability to make new cells

the farther we get from planet earth the more danger our cells have because of radiation. Is it just from the sun? This is also a source of 'food/energy' for humans not just plants. (red light therapy is a supplement for sun light...go outside.) \\// Oh, you can't spend time outside? Why? Ask why? Are you tethered to something? 

you run around the corner in analytical mechanics and you hit a wall. 

What if you hit a funny mirror wall; funny being not haha but peculiar uneven place with which to move through space and keep time in place?

When I travel through space and time I ground myself before I find my float around and about as I am also tethered whether my body still or in motion, time does not stop and yet it drifts and flows sometimes turbulently others static electricity waiting for the spark. I know how tiny I am, undeserving, and replaceable too, this is part of the knowing that there is more and some of it you are not welcome too and that which you have you should be grateful for and know it all can be taken from you. Just. Like. That. 

I am only allowed where to See by what is given to me. [Modern Newtonian physics manages a system of reality of the tangible within the reality of magnetic attraction and freewill] [Keynesian economics is government intervention of Cantillion situations-big banks always win-gold always finds more gold-until they don't, within the reality of magnetic attraction and freewill] [Radiation will always break down our body tissue until we can deflect it with out damaging that around us with said deflection...similar to the sonic boom being refracted (?) off an atmosphere that is more dense than sound...lets get back to electrical engineering and how positive feed back is never a good thing. 

I'm listening to the very complex song of the female cardinals after a fresh electric storm after a rain dance to the rumble of the heat. 

Can we get rid of the man came from apes now. 

This is the age of the unreasonable and unmanageable, a boot on your neck till the end of time.

It can also be the era of the Free will under the eyes of whom? Because all the really smart knowing people know, there are eyes all around and we have to get off the planet. 

 

No8Do

 

Death peered through the window pane and saw a glimmer move through the tops of trees that had just started their new life cycle of fresh, green growth.

She could smell the orange citrus blossoms singing their love song in the air, a come hither with a promise of sweet nectar. There was something hidden and yet on parade, a love of life and the knowing of her name, Death on display.

A scene to see, Death desired a look closer and flew in her wild skin one foot on a dove the other the wind. Dive into a spiral she did through time as she watched the space take place; this belief then that one then yet another and again all one when read together, but more there was when spun just right. 

Her black cloak covering her shoulders, her black and white oxfords tied tightly to her feet to ground herself to terra, Death found herself on her knees at the Cathedral of Saint Mary by the See, other names it once was and will be, ashes in her palm of a time here and still gone but still in beat with the bells and whistles, timing just right. In names it will be: Roman Hispalis, Visigoth Spalis, in Truth they call, "claim in Gods name" and claim some more Ishbiliyah, In the cause of God, it would be. Hisbaal, a great plain it's always been, in Gods name can't you see, B[a]t, hey, yah

Death walked the streets and held the hands of long the dead of the old faith they lived as she listened to their tired voices through time.

She saw Scipio Africanus during the Third Punic war when the Roman citizens had had enough and no matter the surrender, elimination for most and slavery for the few when Carthage was once something and then it would not.

Trajan was birthed here and a few years after Jesus was crucified, Julius Caesar declared Hispalis a Colonia, a tiny Rome separate it would be. 

The Arabs came when it was a Visigoth place, and a caliphate happened, a moment in time of 712 it was still a Roman city of beauty, is there ever real peace. Of course inside help they had and bred well and smart they did and time would remind the people through signs of the right track in the city streets of Gods land, for a prophet was raised and another been born, a new religion, a new phase. One that would not forget the past of not just the cross raised but above their heads they carry the Mother too. 

Death watched time unfold 

as she walked the streets 

of an oasis of Gods love

there she reached and stepped across

and found the See

an empty vessel

no water of life

the touch of death 

is the way

 

The Order of the All

 

The little light to the right was about to shine big, red and bright

into the green eye through the stone of Alexandria

when the plants align on a least random day

bounce hear again and there some more

a call to the order 

the order of the All

HB25-1312

 

Hello Monday,

Things seem to be reaching a level of horror in Colorado, England, Wales, Scotland, and Ireland, oh and Utah is also getting bad. 

California, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Australia, New Zealand, and Canada have all gone. 

This is a link you can 'click' it'll take you to Colorado House Bill 25-1312 and you can read this

"SUBJECTS: Children & Domestic Matters Education & School Finance (Pre & K-12) Health Care & Health Insurance

BILL SUMMARY

Section 1 of the bill creates the "Kelly Loving Act". Section 2 provides that, when making child custody decisions and determining the best interests of a child for purposes of parenting time, a court shall consider deadnaming, misgendering, or threatening to publish material related to an individual's gender-affirming health-care services as types of coercive control. A court shall consider reports of coercive control when determining the allocation of parental responsibilities in accordance with the best interests of the child. Section 3 prohibits a Colorado court from applying or giving any force or effect to another state's law that authorizes a state agency to remove a child from the child's parent or guardian because the parent or guardian allowed the child to receive gender-affirming health-care services. Section 4 provides that, if a local education provider, an educator, or a contractor chooses to enact or enforce a policy related to chosen names, that policy must be to make the policy inclusive of all reasons that a student might adopt a chosen name that differs from the student's legal name. Sections 5 and 6 provide that a dress code adopted or implemented by a local education provider must not create or enforce any rules based on gender and must allow each student to abide by any variation of the dress code. Section 7 provides that, when an individual is required to provide their name through a form administered by a public entity, the form must include an option to provide the individual's legal name and chosen name. If the individual provides a chosen name that is different from the individual's legal name, the chosen name must be used on all subsequent forms administered by the public entity. Sections 8 and 9 define deadnaming and misgendering as discriminatory acts in the "Colorado Anti-Discrimination Act", and prohibit these discriminatory acts in places of public accommodation.

(Note: This summary applies to this bill as introduced.)"

Meanwhile I am mortified that more people are not mortified at the ramifications before them if they are citizens of Colorado. 

Now to make it as uncomfortable and repetitive as I can for the reader... 

I would also like to add that women Cohomos are on the rise in the public schools. I started a list of links and again I was mortified at the numbers. Women that engage with boys are child rapists. The psychology of rape is about the control, all rape is violent and all those under the age of 18 can not consent to sex with an adult. Those that make excuse for this behavior are the other half of the problem. Here is one link to a few stories...

Should we talk again about what the + is in the long list of meaningless letter flags?

The + in the church is 'identity', where you declare your 'self' the most important above all even God the maker...Dear First United Methodist Church and the like, you can not make excuses, God does not make mistakes, if I could personally shun you more I would. 

The + in the church is 'identity', where you declare your 'self' the most important above all even God the maker...Dear psychologists and therapist, eventually the world will see what a poison sham you have unleashed upon Western society.

The + in the church is 'identity', where you declare your 'self' the most important above all even God the maker...Dear all those in the Medical community to included the nurses, doctors, hospital administrators, insurance company administrators, and those involved in the 'gender affirming' process that is nothing of the sort. We look at you as worse then Josef Mengele, from the eugenics to the sterilization to the removal of their God given right to an orgasm. This is sexual and mental mutilation of children and adults a-like.

The + in the church is 'identity', where you declare your 'self' the most important above all even God the maker...Dear normal tax payer and insurance card holder, you pay for that other persons 'self' to identify as the animal that is only concerned with sex and all the phalluses sewn on to women, the new holes/open wounds they 'create' for something to be inserted, the healthy breast removal, the jaw line shaving, the nose jobs, the brow lines, the Adams apple shaving...and more...all so someone can pretend they are something else. Oh, your 'company' pays for it, "you don't know about that"...fuck you, say something please.

The + in the church is 'identity', where you declare your 'self' the most important above all even God the maker...Dear 'educators/teachers/school administrators, and some boards of education and the like, don't ever wonder what's wrong with the children. You are what is wrong with them. 

In Colorado if you don't 'affirm' your child the State will be able to take them away and have them affirmed for you...

You have no parental rights if this passes in Colorado. 

It's mighty time to stop being kind.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

We left the State of Colorado just in time. I told as many people as I could and warned and warned and warned since I found out in 2015 that the goal of the trans world was not to 'give' rights to trannies but it would take away the civil rights of every ones BODY. They did it with the jab. Most normal people don't know that soon if not already the school nurse will be administering regulated 'vaccines' or 'gender affirming hormones unbeknownst to parents that are just trying to make ends meet and go along to get along but it's too late.

...

The story of Sodom and Gomorrah seems to be forgotten by the new 'christians' and the lefties that scream Jesus forgiveness made up garbage, so let me remind you but a note first, the Mormons don't take into account for their record of happenings most of the Old Testament, their chit is more made up than my Grandpas fishing stories-Grandpa didn't fish. One story the Mormons did take up was that of Lot.

I'm going to assume you know this, so this is just reminder in paraphrase...

Abraham is told by God that Sodom is going to be destroyed and Abraham is a good guy and pleads with God and Abraham asks if He would wipe away the righteous and the wicked. So God is Good and Abraham pleads down from the ability to find 50 righteous to 10. If there are 10 righteous people in Sodom God will not destroy it. 

Two Angels arrive at Lot's abode in Sodom, nephew to Abraham that earlier in the story Abraham saves Lot from captivity (it's a good story, you should read the whole thing) and the men show up all wanting to have sex with these two Angels, Lot offers his virgin daughters instead and the crowd of men that just want to have sex with the Angels reject this. The Angels strike the crowd with blindness and tell Lot, his virgin (no children) daughters and his wife to gather their things and leave and don't look back, the son in laws stay behind. 

You might know how the story ends, with Lot's wife turning around and turning into a salt pillar as God unleashes fire and brimstone upon Sodom and Gomorrah. Later down the road a bit Lot's virgin (no children) daughters will pine over the fact that they have no offspring and will get their father drunk and have sex with him, (obviously it was the daughters idea), the eldest daughter names her son, Moab...the other one matters but this is just the Mormon connection...and the pedopart of it, ingrained you might say.

  

The people that speak for the sexual and mental mutilation of children are just as bad as those that are silent.