Many Eyed Spider

 

The state of things all around seem peaceful for now from the smalls and the littles, the giants and titans, all thanks be to God.

As I write this I think, think and think…

Along while back I wrote a bit of a piece; concerns and thoughts about when they called God. In a large square room with rooms inside rooms and marbled floors smooth to a tune. Orange and brown threads on the woman a number she had, another with a metal face covering, and some all clad in black with only I’s to see, many more others with special white and brown robes, and some with even swords. Mumbles here and jumbles there a vision of peace, a way and a means to receive and direct the communicator a program for thee. 

How do I explain that when they started uncovering the old books after so many changes in the original albeit a tad embellished and the horror not written extravagant enough x what they found was more true. They had found a way.

I’m watching a spider struggle for its life, a few days ago I threw down a decree who belonged and where for their treads had become a menace and their bites full of toxins. I recorded it, then I stepped on the many eyed spider, even on all its eight legs.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Babcia

 

This is the time of year when the leaves on the tree starts to thin almost upon us the season of sticks where I pick up that which I dropped off. 

So much has gotten extraordinarily chaotic in the last few days on the webs I much mention it in ernest. The climate of the clash of gods I’m not sure it’s fixable when none of them are honest about the history of it all. They call everyone citizens no matter what, it makes a difference unless we are in a one world order out of the blue. It’s the opium wars and they added God too. There is peace here and there but it’s hard to find mostly nestled among brambles and brushes. 

The madness part is that it’s just beginning. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

I’m going to cone my crowns and God willing I am able to make magic work so you can see through me. I wonder how old you will be when you read this and pick up what I put down. 

Love, Babcia 

Feet of Clay

 

I think not most people can see that it is a holy war happening before thee. In this year, twenty, twenty five people go about their business blind to the reality of the times. It is real when I say 'old books were unearthed' that showed the real two ways. This is so complex it would be like trying to explain how the human body works and all its moving mechanisms and how it all flows to a bird. Fun Kristin fact, birds are highly intelligent and have remarkably complicated back and forths between spouses and off spring, 'not that size, 3/4 inch long'. So I use the wrong animal on purpose when in actuality it is not the size of the brain that determines intelligence, it's how you fire neurons. Back to our interesting times, Rome is still here, just goes by the Good Ol' U.S of A, Israel is back, the Russian bear is not in a nesting mood, a huge caliphate has risen all over the globe and it's intensifying in brutality in this, what people thought 'modern' times, the Christian infighting has started to take hold, vandals roam the nights in cities as governors sign wavers letting murders and rape'ers out of prisons. 

It's a very interesting time to live if you can see it through perfect angles.