Sunday, July 27, 2025

Flow The Ether

 


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

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

The the bucks did make a show.



I saw 764

Thursday, July 24, 2025

Leo's Sky

 


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

Covenants and commandments broken eons ago

Command in hand

daughter of Odin one eye

And she did sing a song of love to God

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

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

She gathered the seeds and flung them round

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

of love of God.

Proof for the world to see 

God whispers in strange ways

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

an old stone builder way

that builds

and also shattered Jerichos walls





Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story






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

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








Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Deuteronomy 31

 


Magic 

where all that which is magnetically connected comes to be. 

Super charge the lighting all praise be 

And 32

Then there was 33





Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story




Sunday, July 20, 2025

The End of Christianity

 


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The heavens opened above the earth.   

There is life in everything except that which is artificial.




Soiled by man and his man made times.

Saturday, July 19, 2025

Birds Eye

 


Her world over floweth as she caught the dream catchers eye


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

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

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

Not Gold for the tooth 

Gold for the birds eye






Be still and listen

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





Friday, July 18, 2025

A Poem

 





The blue eye looked back at her

surrounded by the forest green

as she waited for her silver

then she would make Gold

Thursday, July 17, 2025

732

 


Let me see this. 

Star Date: seventeen, seven, twenty twenty five

 


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

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

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

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

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

In Truth it's sad to see. 

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

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




Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story





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








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









Tuesday, July 15, 2025

Doctor Green Bag

 


We Switch We Grow We Move We Sow

the ground below

We seed We weed 

We remove that takes that doesn’t belong

For a free society 

God's law intervenes

For When men lose their Way

We Knell and pray

Hands together Feel the touch

Left and Right 

East to West

We steeple the sound

The salt Water drops


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

Her voice was soft for only one,

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

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


The sky then rumbled 

the earth did shake 

a gloomy cloud took shape

 not for all 

but the many 

that affirmed wrong ways.

         








Saturday, July 12, 2025

Gamatria

 


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

Blasphemy of the Holy Spirit.

What is the Holy Spirt?

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

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

Why is everyone so confused? 





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

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

...and then she saw inside. 

Friday, July 11, 2025

Water Lily's



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

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

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






Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story






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

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




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







Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Unbound

 


Two lines horizontal 

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

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



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







Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story







never in order, always proper

238, 832, 328, 382

kahtahN

 


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

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

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

All minded places of how toos.

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

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

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

One 3 and a one.

She rolled the dice,”6”

One 2 and a 4.

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

Snake eyes

Blue and yellow on a tube

Scanning eyes back into you

She did delve deep

 speedy at flight

nothing is nailed in that tight.


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


Tuesday, July 8, 2025

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.






Sunday, July 6, 2025

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. 





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Friday, July 4, 2025

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.


Thursday, July 3, 2025

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.




Tuesday, July 1, 2025

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.