The 8 (th) try is a mobius strip (figure eight) how to send and catch, boomerang chat;)
On the 3rd of March (3rd month as we spring forth into the month of the lion with raptor roars thundering through the sky as the raptor rises, spins and turns back after drop off and returns with perfect pitch and is caught in Neptune's good hands
He believes in him self and the team.
At 6:30. This is called the A teSt
Batman
She waded through the river of life, the refreshing current cold with abundant themes of time lines and places to become. Truth sat on to the soft moss covered bank, clean and refreshed she looked down and watched her smooth legs dangle apart from one another as the splash of the refreshing river water splashed and then came down with a plop back where it belonged with the rest.
She gathered her garments she had piled earlier, where lie could not go, a different time line all would know.
Truth stepped her left foot through her sea blue, the colour of the ocean on a calm clear sky day and all matter had floated to the bottom and you could see all the way down with your bare eyes, pant leg and wiggled her perfect toes, then stepped her right foot through the other, looked down and wiggled her other set of toes that was not the same as the other set on the left, but worked fine and dandy, equal but not the same. She picked up her shirt and lifted it over her head to cover her self, as it wasn't any other bodies business what they saw of her but what she desired. Truth swung her golden cloak across the back of her shoulders, bits of grass and bark flung around her, Truth had a lot of work ahead of her.
The smoke drifted through the air of the room, the sound of song birds near by, a blue bird landed near her and stared then sang her a song of perhaps a delight.
How to move a complete set [X] but in a complete box where nothing can get in or out (ray)diation, and keep the complete set safe from letting anything in or out. (We*(in this instance I actually mean royalty) used to have skif, it was a gold colour box where secret communications could be had.
Where are we trying to move it? farther.
How to contain a complete set and move it through space ~, but a mobius strip entertained with another, magnetic attraction. 2 equal sets with different parts working in in tandem but multi layer.
We use crystals for stealth, laser, communication, to harness energy and the such...
A crystal chrysalis, it would have to be raw and come from the place where it came from. A complete set within a complete set. We start at perfection, then go from there.
Abstract thinking is that you think you are perfecting something by making it reflect light the way you think it is desired, in reality if you would like to keep magnetic attraction to hold it has to be pure, completely pure. none of that' almost, with...(dot's) after it.
It about complete and clear communication lines where nothing can get in the way.
(Welcome to Dune, I'm your witch.)
The reason women are told to cover their heads (out side under the sun, moon, and stArs) is that so they (the sun, moon and stars, we are but like the Formics) would not be enamored by the beauty of the perfect women, and the only way to keep the sun moon and stars from seeing the beauty of the women of planet earth was to cover them completely, from head to toe. You See it's called magnetic attraction, a complete understanding and knowing, two equal sets, at the time of you birth where ever you are they watched you be born, the sun, the moon, and the stW(a)rs. They saw the beauty that we are, beings with free will to move about as we desire with the ability to become (more, with out breaking off a piece until the correct moment of which we would have no choosing and that we were to not be afraid) perfect here on earth.
The viper raised her head from the ground arching her back, the sun rays absorbed through her elongated neck where she also had eyes that the sun let her see behind her when she went in for attack.
Thought, the complete set in the perfect box is 3, but they have to be perfect...completely perfect with the ability to learn more, different.
What is a human conduit.
Some things* can not be measured, but we can learn and when you get it correct you will know it.
I believe in the human race, that though we are not perfect on the out side to others we have the ability to see the individual uncut perfection that we are, and underneath all we are is grey matter with eyes posed out of the front of our skulls, and when you think you are an apex predator because you believe you see everything in front of you, some one out there has their eyes all over you.
(edit-10:10 ish because it's important. it has to be three *perfect* people born at the exact correct time and places using the correlating crystals, no alterations to their DNA, no augmentations, marring can't be helped, no ability to become more than just the three, I'm unsure of the combination right now.)
I'd love that paper clip necklace Dr Al (he was a family friend and bounced my youngest on his knee to see how the wolf mom could breed), if you attire is correct it doesn't pinch the skin.)
Alhamdulillah
She was just a dot until she was not.
Helcha and Patchy were exuberant at the news of their Easter surprise, they were going to be parents. It was 1940, she would arrive in the fall just in time for her first Christmas. Helchas twin sister Stacy knew before Patchy, maybe even before her sister. Back then being a twin was dangerous business where they had come from, medical and psychological experiments galore were had on twins. It seemed people had gone mad thinking they were gods that could commit atrocities never been seen before all over the world, not just one country. They were safe though, in a little town in Massachusetts.
It was a time before the medical doctors had the use of ultra (crystals from the earth) sound to see inside the womb of the mother and take a gander at the child or popped a hole (I wonder what damage that can do when dealing with a complex system that not many will even consider) in the amniotic fluid to do 'tests' to see how the child was developing.
The arrival of their first born was marred by a complication they didn't foresee, the little girl with tufts of hair the colour of fire upon her crown had been born with webbed fingers on one hand, it was September 20, 1940.
For six years the little girl with tufts of hair the colour of fire upon her crown, was in and out of hospitals as they tried to correct the problem of this, God's child, that had been born deformed.
(edit 4:30, because I forgot something very important to the story) Her mother and father worried *but had faith and when they walked into their place to call forth all the help the universe could gather to save their future, they dipped their human fingers and crossed the holy waters to brace the mind for the other side as they knelt under the shadow of the cross*, and prayed in and out of Church, words over their Rosaries everyday as they were able to be blessed again with another child, a boy, all the while they ferried their precious daughter to and fro and in and out of surgeries. One digit from her foot they patched her hand together so it would be a useful human hand that others would look at with disgust her entire life because it would never look like it was supposed too.
The little girl with tufts of hair the colour of fire upon her crown with wone hand tied behind her back, grew up and went to medical school and became a nurse, a head honcho at a local hospital and she didn't know she was 'handicapped' until someone told her some time in the 1980's.
The little girl with tufts of hair the colour of fire upon her crown with wone hand tied behind her back, grew up and fell in love and on her wedding day the biggest polka band on the bed of a truck greeted her at the door and brought her to the Catholic Church where she would tie the knot.
The little girl with tufts of hair the colour of fire upon her crown, that was born with wone hand tied behind her back, gave birth in the late 1960's to a little girl, Dawn Marie, she's my cousin, on my fathers side, she and her children care for their aging mother, my Aunt Dorothy, her name means, "Gift of God".
Now a days the doctors and psychologists of the breeding machine would have told you to just throw that baby out with the bath water because it wasn't up to par. "Abort! Abort! Abort!", they would yell, because they know they don't have the strength it takes to over come the hurdles God or we put in our way and sometimes we are just born this way.
One day I will tell you a story
and it will make some minds want to explode.
After my grandfather Patchy passed into the other realm, my father and mother were able to purchase a small home for Helcha where she could walk to her local church and have her food blessed on Easter with her grandchild, or children, in total a set of 5, and one that would spread the Word over the globe and her great, great, grandchildren that she would never know would be speak her native tongue Latin, although they did not all look like her, they would be one happy family.
I was able to see that humble little home, it's now painted a beautiful soft orange hue you would find in a sunset. I like when people take care of that which is old, until it's time is up.
The Eagle has landed.
Meat of the animal must never be cooked in the mother’s milk. It bothers the mind. It does actually matter what we feed our Self.
The mind (the root/cone) understands how the system works, and it is exuberantly more complex than we imagined, even if the human does not.
The mind knows something is wrong and tries to wake the body/consciousness. You have to train the mind properly, this is possible under a canopy of Gods rules, but every one must agree, you don't nuance Gods measurements.
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She took the blade of the long thin sharp knife and bore down gently into flesh of the perfect looking apple, hand chosen, with no blemish she could see. She removed the large chunk of the apple and bit down, chewed, and swallowed then looked and saw that under the perfect skin surrounded by perfect flesh there was rot where there should have been none. 'How does something rot from within', she thought, as she used her knife quizzically to discover within. The programer pondered the thought of messaging rot and how it would begin, 'with knowledge of motion and the heat within that once started starts to spin', she threw the whole apple in the bin. She thought again, 'with knowledge there is power but not over others, the understanding of the self, with the help of the mind and Gods Good path Guidance, our bodies are our minds temple for the root cone in our mind.'
It was the year 1905, hormone is the word used for (sign)alers / (chemical) messengers that do the minds bidding, what signals have been crossed here...multileveldimensional question.
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The pirate walked her ship and saw the ashes from the woman’s circle had not all scattered to the wind, so she gathered them to line her eyes as she felt the cold breeze on her skin.
...
Death's office was a small room in the back of an unassuming red brick home that wanted to be painted white and a porch that was good to have a chairs to sit and rock.
She sat on the sofa that resembled lush earth in the back of the unassuming red brick home that wanted to be white, her black coat she wore for 'going out work' was draped over the arm, as her she wolf slept sweetly next to it, her head burrowed in the smell of the places she was not allowed to go, doing what Death did as she heard the foot steps of her father get louder. She was wearing fitted blue jeans, that stopped three inches above her ankles, black skin shoes lined with fur and a fitted long sleeve black shirt.
"Hey Dad, welcome to my office", she joked, as it was His house and she knew this quite well.
As she got up and greeted him on the other side of the river as is the way and she walked with him. There he saw waste that had piled and needed to be burned, her golden overalls recklessly strewn, and a miniature tree, brought back to life each new season, surrounded by rocks gathered on a stand.
"Is this the waiting room?"
"This is where I keep all the coats Dad." As Death opened the closet door.
His purpose this moment in time was to measure the left window, one side would be best, as he took out his Golden ruler and extended it in front of the duel pane windows Death enjoyed keeping clean so to view her Mothers Garden: year around fresh spring grass, cardinals and river trees, a maple weeping too. Her name plate on the other side of the window so those that could see in would know it was Her Garden, of even Stevens they were in.
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With purpose she was caught, her birth hidden from the world at the rivers bend, under a canopy of trees as her marriage would be; and they whispered into her mind her name, whiTch she would become.
Krinein is Greek, it means to judge in a time of crisis and to tel so to study, and this is what has been.
Kriste, Xrist, it matters not the spelling but the root. In reality the X is silent except in emergencies and then you shout it as loud as you can, and then their is the rIst, the me, mySelf, and I here on earth until I am one, not God, God is not I, and then I direct it in.
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There once was a woman heartbroken over all she had seen, the salt from her fallen tears had hit the ground three times too often and she called her mothers name on the bones of her fathers ashes, her heart broken once to often this time, it was time to go back to old stories of things that happen on mountain tops hidden from the below.
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You can not let other *things* think for you, not chemical or mechanical. It is the best of times to keep the faith it is the worst of times to call it.
The Vulcan soared and left the Romulans behind.
and her Father said,
"That's all she wrote."
and she knew there would be more, it would just be different.
and she closed her apple computer
The programmer worked furiously, her finger tips shocked lightning, force feeding a stream of code into the machine. The base code line had been over written, for some bad human reason, the glitches and cracks had evolved and matured at multilevel dimensions it spread deep within. The machine wasn't working end to end, the Byzantine Generals question her main quest from the begin.
scan the code
meaningful beauty
Rise the Alph at Godswitch command
Alhamdulillah
The woman with the short cropped hair, silver above her large pointy ears, walked her figure 8 a spiral up and down and round and round and round 3 times, in her black boots, three inches to her knees on her spring grass green and sea blue ships Captain's deck where she was called Nut.
The woman was a pirate through and true, adopter bred from the witches brew, once new and also old as so it was told traveling a vortex fold.
She grabbed the yolk of the flying ship like reins of powerful horses with wings at her might to steer the rudder for, Angels be near and capture souls of the dead that rose she did to hold them to her breasts till the time just right.
Be still and listen
One day I’ll tell you a story
Those that are in charge of the birthing are cutting open the mothers and removing the children and they never get to go through the birth canal, something that is difficult and sacred. A fate worse than Death for the child.
As we ready to celebrate St Patrick.
The mole under ground started feasting on the sweet tender roots of the fresh evergreen grass where the little witch rabbit with silver above her pointy ears, played.
So a trick a trick a trick to display to scare the mole away from feasting on the sweet tender roots of the fresh evergreen grass where the little witch rabbit with silver above her large pointy ears, played.
But the mole underground was blind to all around, living in tunnels never above ground so with no sight the spinning eagle didn’t scare, nor the falling star that hit the ground, not even the quake felt all around.
The little witch rabbit with silver above her large pointy ears knew about the den of snakes near so wait she did till the time that the mole made the wrong turn in the bend.
The old witch crow with silver at her sides watched the story unfold below as the woman in the black boots, three inches to her knees tapped the ground below her, a mole there was indeed.
2 3 12
2 to the third power equals infinite, it is the power of perfect replication of a true ice dancer. The ice dancer knows the float of the blade will stay in play as long as the heat stays at bey, but when two start to touch a whole is made.
The wraith matter, if bare eyes could see was in closeness to the colour of raw diamonds found in the rivers bend, moved amongst the crowd of people in their differently stylized class A uniforms, per custom to their war culture, worm words in their ears. The wraith matter, if bare eyes could see, had dressed for the affair for that moment in past time, white gloves for there, work gloves for the other, and hands free in the time that would be. Three places was she, 3 different times, 3 squared you might say a perfect angle, a cube can not get to a point after there is seven comes the perfect 8, with one eye on the might, the other eye on the dead, a process that took three days start to end as she floated black and sky blue over a jungle of many healthy grains with snow over head as a stable Dyson ball with 5 lite eyes spun stopped time, dinosaurs she could see through one or more windows with her eyes all over time and space.
Energy, the thing that makes things go faster then us on our own, stronger, more powerful and mighty the more energy we have, as a human , as a country, it is what makes a thing grow. Energy is the absorption of mass, but too much energy said item heats up, it spirals down, a piece broken off here or there and it doesn't stop until it becomes, energy for something else, as the spiral spins up, into cooler air, where the climate is just right for this life, when it get's colder, higher, in the spiral you no longer need the other energy from before, you absorb something else or you starve.
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What do plants eat? Sun rays, Carbon Dioxide, Nitrogen, Phosphorus, Potassium to name a few.
How do plants eat? They absorb.
What are plants? Animal energy food and medicine
Are plants important? If animals don't have plants they don't have energy or air to breath, "check with a biologist maybe, because I'm not one", said no one ever with an ounce of intelligence or integrity.
What is a complex system? Dangerous with which to mess.
What is a model? Something an animal builds. Every angle matters for it to be a master build, so you model to perfection, then you go from there.
The Gold Standard
Who designed the model? No idea but I don't trust man.
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Who is letting John Kerry have a say with concerns to the destruction of earth as he sells a dangerous incorrect model of the future that removes your ability to feed yourself?
While the European "leaders" tell their "citizens" they have to watch what they say and not have views they don't agree with so they need to make sure their education system 'teaches' their idea of correct thought to make people 'dumb' (not have a say and not be intelligent) and make compliant bureaucrats managing a welfare state that they can't afford because they have no ability to tax people because they are a welfare state and they are 'Daddy'. I wonder how the European 'leaders' fund their fruitful lifestyles while regular normal everyday people across Europe and Britain are worried a careening vehicle with a volunteer soldier behind the wheel with his foot on the peddle jump out of the way, or a knife wielding soldier, those little girls felt the knife wounds and wondered what they had done and why no one could save them, or a prosecutor that jails the person for saying what's happening out loud. They say democracy and Athens laughed out loud.
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I over heard a chat of a study where noise cancelling ear buds were good for your hearing, I'm 100% it means you will hear everything you want them to tell you just fine until you wear out your complex delicate hearing abilities with sound target practice and the people factory that markets your earbuds on the screen is not going to tell you the bad side of their design. (Mark)eting (in marketing you 'target' to whom you are selling, I am marketing God's belief system through my voice to the future, that is my mark, * into ever dimension allowed. They break you, then fix you, but they don't know what matter you are made. Marketing sells you a future, you have to buy it though to get the spot on the mark.
What future is your plan and how will you attack or are you going to stroll on in thinking you don't have to exert any energy to get there?
"There is no such thing as a perfect square if everything is not even Steven", said the master builder.
Once the death process starts it spirals down negative energy potential, target anglesels
A replicator, by definition replicates.
The woman with the silver above her large pointy ears in the golden overalls, long sleeve tight black shirt, and boots three inches to her knees put the guard over her eyes as she took the first pile of late leaves to be made smaller, to macerate and become more then just dead.
The little witch rabbit with silver above her pointy ears burrowed down at the sound of the screams of the dead. Down deep she went but the sound above penetrated the earth.
The woman with the silver above her large pointy ears had many piles and much to do to improve her fathers view.
Dawgs In laws, they targeted them; weeks apart.
It created disarray in the family, it distracts the focus.
that is not my focus
they* target focus
on
your children
Be still and listen
I will tell you a story
Admiral Levine, he was the Assistant Secretary for Health and Human Service Commissioned Corp, I saw someone comment that he wasn't 'the highest ranking tranny in the military' because technically 'he really isn't in the military' as the nuance was spun in to a void of nothingingness...the person that nuanced into retardation that there was a man that was a professor in pediatrics and psychiatry had declared himself a woman, also will go into nothing, as I take view. When I view, Admiral Levine in a uniform and the like of the rest I See the joke that is science*ology, as culty and made up controlled knowledge no real thought of the soul as they make more castrao.
I.
Am.
Angry.
I enjoy repetition and love a spectrum of choice words
Some words have more power than others when spun
into the ether
here
and
there
Now
Dear nice Mormon ladies and some that are just retards from the old block posting retarded trash on your time lines concerning 'Black History month' or woes you, your son in a dress can't be a pilot in the military, I want someone flying a plane that can see reality you *fucking* idiot, you are so dishonest (it is not ironic that you are in advertising, selling something that can’t sell its self), you are a *fucking* (key word choice old hommie, you ruin things that are running well and fine and *fuck* it up) idiot and you do harm to society with the lies you tell or repeat.
you find out
This is not in regards to 'Black history month', great Americans do great things, now stop putting people on pedestals and go live your own life and start thinking about how much they have manipulated you and the harm you have actually done then stop doing it (that is the actual answer, stop it) that being said let me tell you a story...and yes, trannies and black history month are both connected and if you can't see the 'separation' you are blind.
It was the early 1980's,
some randO, "They are African-American."
Me, "Oh, from where in Africa, it's a large continent?"
some randO, "no, their ancestors were slaves that were shipped from Africa, they are African-Americans." -as if ALL Americans that came from Africa were shipped over as slaves, that is a dangerous identity to sweep people into a victim thought, you don't know Africa of tribes and the all, TIA.
My, "Oh, you don't know anything about the slave trade or history of the world you slave that political correct speech taught you, and you learned and take part in something incorrect, that is how they control your free speech. Words shape how you See the world and other people within your own country. I am an American, female, no matter where I was born, no matter where I grew up, because my parents are American and human, albeit extraordinary, no matter where my ancestors are from: the swaths of Slavic paths, Wales, Greece, Finland, Ireland, England, I tag Africa because that is where I was birthed. When you get where you are going and call yourself that which you are wanting to be part of and 'join the club that has rules', you become, that is who you are unless you are a covert operator in a dress. You are with whom you hang, sts. The university instructors (they are the ones that did this, your red guard command and control), put in to the system minds that 'black' people were separate identity then American.
An American is an American.
A human is a human
a child is it be protected
from the adult human
that
lies
or repeats lies
that
cause
division
as
I
try
my best
to
sew
it
back
together
some
parts
will
not
be
added
back
I am not only an American
I am a Volunteer.
Ursula from deep within the blue
pitchforks with straw will come for you
The plan to balkanize the United States of America, or, the separation of states, or a national divorce can work.
When you agree upon rules and you change them mid game and it's not a game, it real life...that's called war and there are no rules in war.
They literally have an actor cogging up the works in Ukraine, they have made you all look like jokes on a national stage, as the marine corp hymn played.
Only God can heal a human.
A job to do curating her fathers view, the woman with the silver above her large pointy ears in the gold overalls, long sleeve black shirt, and black boots three inches to her knees, not a dead thing left, not a leaf would be stood for good growth moving forward you start with the fresh and alive, and spread some ash on some too.
The little witch rabbit with silver above large pointy ears peeked her green eyes bright to the light when she heard the woman sing a pirated song, not the one two toned squared with a whistle in there that was hers to belong, but one of thanks in a language once to many gone wrong, as she cleared a clean circle complete and all around, tight to burn the cypress and the weak limbs fallen from the river trees, a blue smoke spirit in the wind.
We are here, as I was saying, at a time on planet Earth at yet another turning point.
Swerve
This is called climate change, I spoke of this long ago, that 'climate' wasn't in regards to 'weather'. Climate is the now, as We shape the future, organically, and to some it's their vision of taxes, fees, and fines robbing your children's children's future of free thought, speech, and belief of God.
The European Union is not a friend of the United States of America (America is Latin claimed and named).
Dutchland, Nederlands, Belgium, The UK, Canada: <-do they believe in freedom for their people? Rhetorical question.
What do the citizens want? Not the ones that have been hoisted up as 'leaders' because they 'know' someone. The real people, the ones with pitchforks infuriated at what has been done to them.
People all over are warning that Europe and the Americas are ripe to repeat Weimar and you might want to sit back and ask how you got here.
While you watch what the left hand has done you think you are seeing through the eyes of the right hand, it goes much deeper. "Hi"
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
This is something I do not view remotely; the ground shaking as I rise the blue smoke, Praise be to God.
Who guards your gate and walls to keep the big bad wolf at bey? Did you clear the ground around to See the snakes slither towards you so you can step on it before it reaches your Childs sweet dreams of a Good future.
The day was hot and humid, they almost always were on the small island where they were living amongst an interesting people of the Ryukyu island chain. It was the same island her father had also wandered when he was stationed as a young Marine in the 1960's, it was 2005 now and not mach had changed, even in the control tower. It was ground that had been cursed and no one had listened.
The mom of three little ones, a girl, 3, adopted in Peru, a boy, 1, adopted in Korea and another boy born on the island some months before, she had been chosen by the last boys biological mother to take care of her son and keep him safe, as she was to do with the others, it was her her life task. Her, J. O. B. gifts from God and His Angels always by her side.
The mom of the three children had them down for their afternoon nap and went to walk the grounds of her Okinawan jungle where serpents hung from trees. As she walked she did spot a dead serpent at the base of the children's window...
It was 4:32 in the morning, she stood partially covered in the moonlit room, as the depth of her shadow grew.
My intent is not hurt but to those that deserve, that targeted and ruined the meek.
They targeted individuals within the whole, to slow down the carry of the voice.
It was all malice no good was attached.
Thank you to all that stood and stand.
Power to the People. Wisdom for our leaders. Prayers for the Souls.
I was wondering how I was going to start this conversation and I'm not sure to whom this should be addressed so I suppose this is the way...
3vents of the world/national/local happenings of late I have concerns to the choice of Paula White as a serious choice for anything. We have a large problem of charlatans and prestige ministries that care more about them selves than the souls of the faithful, they think they do, they believe they know, they think they are better. If you see some one with the word, 'coach' in their name, be very wary if it has to do with your 'life design', snake oil pyramid sales people are what they are. In reality people need a drill sergeant and some magic too, God rules, Angel magic, have real faith, not that you were forgiven, don't you keep seeing your self staring back from the mirror when you look to blame.
The errant ways concerning...I would have to say all religions these days; that's why I'm here, in the end. The concerns we should have for the flock are not that they have been forgiven, it's the soul with which our concerns should be focused. As many have found out the last few years, the people with the papers that tell everyone they are experts, even the Bible ones my sweets, all of them, think they know and some still let the tranny that is making fun of them have any say. We should be serious with concerns to faith and say out loud Gods law.
A few statements for view.
The Bible is a curated collection of books, Catholic, Orthodox, and all the Protestants, We call it a library.
Nag Hammadi and Dead Sea scrolls are libraries, probably curated but not for you.
I believe we are in the midst of a pinnacle time that will be written down for years and my desire for the future is to teach our future to be better and that they can be better, Be Best. This is no joke to me, most parents think their children are special, I know mine are, some of yours too. The truth is, is that not everyone is good at what they sell you they are. I'm a serious person, I care that false teachers everywhere have massive flocks and the White House Faith Office, under Donald Trump chose Paula White, it makes me wonder, why her. It's not the money my focus is on, it's her teachings.
I'd like to note that I'm no biblical scholar and when some one believes they have an 'answer' to their argument or point by calling out a number and chapter like a dewey decimal system, that doesn't tell me you know something, it shows me, you have dallied in a library, often only one, over and over you read the same books, searching.
This is an important moment in time, think out of the box if you really want to move forward, like Blue Angels in the sky.
This is a side note, people like Candice Owens that reach their hand out asking for funds, she's married to a very wealthy man, question the women that think they are girl bosses and christians...
"Checkity, check, check you are servants of God," His hand reminds you.
In reality you do the work they say they are doing by gift, not by subscription.
Peace be with you,
X
Ava Maria
Alhamdulillah
Take it with a grain of salt, Pan America looks nice too.
The little witch rabbit with silver tufts above her large pointy ears hopped and popped through the under brush and upon the mat of cold wet leaves from the past, plastered to the earth starting the cycle of life. The hollowed out stems of things that once were, now stand tall in death. Fallen trees from storms that blow scattered upon brush bending bows for magic braids.
The woman with the silver above her large pointy ears strode through her mother's west garden of statues and Iris's soon to bloom. The head of a handsome man on a pedestal cocked to the side and a little girl, basket in hand with a proper kerchief head, mossed with time. The woman with the silver above her large pointy ears clothed in the uniform of the day, golden overalls, black long sleeve fitted round neck t-shirt, and black boots three inches to her knees, wondered 'what they had done wrong to have no say and still have to watch it all'.
The rain dripped periodically from the mackerel sky as the woman with the golden overalls and black boots three inches to her knees moved her way through the wooden door way, she had work to do by command of her mother a curating of view was about to take place and dead wood was about to be removed from said places.
"Crack, crack, crack" broke the dead sticks below under the woman in the black boots threes inches to her knees and golden overalls, as she thought, 'this year I'll spread the dead and mulch it to the ground smaller in bits and pieces to quicken ultimate death to begin. Next year though in to the fire it shall go, and ash will be used in smarter purpose and use'.
The little witch rabbit with silver tufts above her large pointy ears, looked up to see the large boot come down on the dead as the woman in the golden overalls and black boots three inches to her knees, dragged and broke the dead here and there, out of view but thought of how we treat waste too.
The woman in the golden overalls and black boots three inches to her knees started from around back because that was sound, as the little witch rabbit with silver above her large pointy ears watched with delight as a throne of the dead was calculated at the base of the oak tree, in the woods with fairy mounds.
In reality it's
The United States of the World
are we in Order.
The Entity
The little witch rabbit
tufts of silver above her pointy ears
followed down under Formic tunnels
she heard the oak tree
knock
knock
knock
she did upon his limb
and asked his brethren
Questions.
Bird flu…someone with a finger on a button of a lie, that is this reason for the price this egg season, my Mother said. What bird flu is, is a culling from a made up reason right before your eyes. It's the 'weaponization' of your food, there is nothing wrong with it but it raises prices when they use a pcr test to find a boogie virus then they cull the whole kaboodle=less food=food more expensive. Who's making this disunion? It's a real person making your eggs expensive.
Any way I had something to say, it was important.
Death is She in time.
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It was the year of our Lord, two thousand, twenty five, the first month of the year. The bearded man had his head covered in a dark blue knit cap, keeping the warmth from escaping his body on that freezing morning. He had gotten both vehicles started and warmed up, all the horse power they could muster, packed discreetly to their limits. It was cold already and a winter storm was about to arrive, it was going to stick around for awhile and would soon hinder travel. The couple, the bearded man with the blue knit hat and the woman with short cropped hair around her tiny head, had been commanded to move. The country/State they were residing had enshrined in their constitution via vote of the people, that tax dollars would pay for the killing of children in utero up until the birth upon the desire of the mother, often guided by a person in a white coat telling the soon to be mother that something, 'might be wrong' with said child, or the mother has to work and can't take care of her child, or, just doesn't want it...no discussion of where said child emanates. The couple, filled with the Holy Spirit, didn’t look back as they caravaned their horses power as the sun rose on that cold morning, they moved towards the Eastern Star.
There was a time and place
We came from your past
We walked with you in your shoes
as We wore ours well with good time.
Then We spun in the air
moved the future in time
with God's Good will you have a chance to mend.
~>Fair warning though as We watch from above and below that to teach God's words mean to live as He commands.
Maats scales of justice are here, they are on the left when you come through the door.
The female Cardinals song
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to the trained ear it can sound quite vulgar.
Alhamdulillah
Sing it with me...
"Just a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down,
the medicine go doooown,
the medicine go down..."
11 Feb
The Department of Defense Education Activity
The encephalization Quotient is, in my best Trump voice, "wrong", I don't have an answer on a measurement for something so...in reality unfathanbabel, that means babel that's unfathomable. Somethings you can not measure, you can pretend to all you want but it's a bad idea to think you are measuring someone or some other beings capacity for intelligence via brain size, or some other measuring component or maybe even behaviour patterns (what is intelligence?)...and capacity to learn, not everyone learns the same, thinks the same, or cares about the same things.
A thing to take notice the 'experts' that talk about 'small brained' other species show them to you unclothed.
Also I'd say best practice would be to get 'mental health' officials, administrators, psychologist and psychiatrists out of 12 and under public schools...asap as a start to dismantling the horrors they have created.
Psychopomp
"How do you eat an elephant Kristin?"
One bite at a time is the answer I say to the lion in the sky but it's more complicated when you can't eat it all at once, sometimes we make jerky and sometimes we salt it.
The Snow moon reflects a great deal of light
split shifts are slavery
There is a language in old caucasus that was separate from those they ruled
Easter is going to rock
My brothers expect perfection and then We go from there.
12 Feb
See Valantines day it's not a roll in the hey, the donkeys bray where the angels arrow vectors
14 Feb
One foot on the Blue Mountains the other in the deep sea on the day of the Martyr of Saint Valentine, arrows fly across the sky hitting between the eye of the beast.
17 Feb
A song I often sing when making motion matter and a reminder of a time in a land far away in a time not long ago, “so long, farewell, auf weidershen goodnahight…"
18 Feb
There once was an expose, a scene to display for a view on a screen, a real horror scene of the truth of reality on display. and then they closed the mental institutions and Mengele went mainstream.
27 Feb
Cardinal numbers are perfect sets on (a)nother level
lesson 4.oh
The continent of America 2025
I hold Atlas in my left palm upon the back of the ancient world with all the knowledge theirthere in told.
Did you look up the title?
We are Rome where ever We are.
Welcome back Vulcan minds Hammurabi is about to land
The United States of America is a boundary line on a continent the people of terra call America; within that boundary line are other boundary lines of 48 other places called States which abide by the 'United' laws separate from the others and also some that exist over all, State, and Federal (the whole being a Republic). There are 2 other States that are not connected, an island chain, an out cropping on the northern part of the continent and a small capital area that is separate from the system. It also consists of many territories around the globe. Each of the individual States have some cultural differences but all speak the old Viking language as a whole although their law system is written in Latin, which is not spoken by the common people which puts them at a disadvantage (<-this changes when the children can read, write, and speak the old language).....One of the calls to join is it is the only place in the world where you can not be imprisoned for speaking against someone stealing from you.
1224 can you hear it hit, the little witch rabbit with silver above her large pointy ears peeked her head above the ground.
Questions?
Statements.
Rise the Caliphate
Alhamdulillah
Tag
The little witch rabbit with silver tufts above her large pointy ears borrowed deep to find the roots that meet under the green grass meadows and oak trees that surround.
She spiraled down in circles below to find the truth so all would know.
…
A few things here and there the electricity is everywhere
There is a story along corridor 4.
There is a story under the golden dome in the air
When your life bread is about to be taken away because you kneeled to the god of the state, which is just a man at the end of the day, the door which you knock is not the one that made the promise, it's the neighbor down the street that told you the truth, that your bread would run out.
Facebook doesn't have a 'most recent' search instruction, or I should say it's been over written, not having interactions in real time makes a social platform retarded. Do we know why* they changed this node(?)...Censorship in plain site while they sell Zuckerberg as an all American. Meanwhile on my favorite news site where X marks the spot the comments are controlled, with that same node that makes censoring easier under the guise of the know.
[Less then 1 line not declassified]
Meanwhile the Vatican has cooked a perfect egg
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Mar maid from the sea where life at her feet lay
A name of the sea although it be
The salt of the earth sea
Where hidden life in red it be
here between time and space
beyond the firmament
And the there was a sound as my Fathers communicator announces new numbers and times to the tune of the Marine Corps Hymn
"...ever look on Heaven's scenes
they will find the streets are guarded
By the United States Marines"
do you know what Marine means?
"From the sea it be holy"
When birthing a religion undercover of the sun some may call the back a shadow as the norm of one sun goes, the name you give the mother of life is always salt of the sea a mar maiden if it be from what mountains to what sea
The old witch crow with silver at her sides landed safely under cloud of cover on the snow blanket field of grass, Star dust as her guide.
There she changed her skin to fit in a place she’d only seen.
The little witch rabbit with silver tuffs above her big ears a little worn of the years of digging pathways for the young and the old to places everyone souls should go. She stood tall and bright with force and hidden might, cloaked with natures age green, black, and, grey. Her bag she carried dropping eggs here and there in realms unimagined where water doesn’t flow.
The bluebirds started nesting in front of the little rabbit with silver tuffs above her big ears. The sounds all around, the target practice with bird songs spinning the air around the small town. It could have been the year 1894 in a couple places give or take something more.
What’s your biggest dream?
"World domination"
Why do you say that, 'world domination'? it sounds stupid.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"If I achieve world domination, which I will never see with these eyes,I achieve peace on earth, where heaven meets earth for our children in the future so they can move us as beings forward, with God in sight and I pray God does not lead us in to temptation. I like to get the ball rolling, with a little spin near the end."
How?
"Bring people to God."
Why don't you bring God to people?
"You don't 'bring God', I am talking about our creator. I don't do it lightly, although I know God has a sense of humor and does get angry. I like to recall and remind, "and lead us not in to temptation."
March with Jupiter and Mars when Ramazan begins/ VFR
Alhamdulillah
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