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.

Two Ways

 

As I read and I listen, as I watch all around, I see the new old ways tumble to the ground. Old heads unearthed, larger than life which were buried within sight. There you build stone upon stone binding their talisman then cover it with water for setting stone on fire just makes it harder. 

As I read and I listen, as I watch all around, I see the new old ways tumble to the ground. There were once two ways, when idols were propped up and one God was not seen as the way, sacrifices of children almost always the first born, were live well and back again fighting for an evil war. There once were two ways, where Good walked along with evil, trying to straighten the way, a Good clear path, the heavenly way. No sacrifice needed but drop seeds in your wake, but live amongst evil they did, no choice was there's it was man made. 

As I read and I listen, as I watch all around, I see the new old ways tumble to the ground. Old words released, floating in the air, there's more to be gotten when you breath in Gods Good breath.

Angels of war, much gratitude to you. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Today is Michaelmas, that was once celebrated by our founding fathers, they did not celebrate Christmas, alas that is the pagan way. 

It's getting worse 'out there', the dumbing down of almost everyone and everything. Also the bot farms are out of control.

There is a lot of made up trash out there that people believe, old ways and new ones...they're going to have to go further back.

And for some odd reason the geese are flying north.

Cardinal Sign

 

Last year was a harvest (Shanah Tovah) this new season meets justice 'on guard' with justice after a good ellipse season. 

The veins are visible on the leaves as the trunks get ready for the cold systems, storing all its nutrients, as then the leaves whither golden, red, brown then down.

This is a good time to ground ones self and hold your standards high, for it is what you are supposed to do. 

The air out there is all even stevens. 

MoH

I’m watching something incredible unfold, “Hey Charlie”, “We are Charlie.”, “than man,

that man, 

that man,

 I forgive him.”

Some one was given an opportunistic window and it was taken. Now they have a turning point (it really is that, perfectly named). 

A Medal of Honor for a man that untwisted words. 

Gubbins

 

The equinox is tomorrow and the planets are all joining up. It’s late September and the old magnolia trees are spitting their seeds. Young birds are learning how to fend for themselves selves while still being mouth fed. The air is dry and the sun is still strong.

It’s a few days till the anniversary of my birth day as I gather all the past and fold it in three. 

The funeral for Charlie Kirk is today and the masses have shown up. They couldn’t have chosen better; the divide is a cavernous. 

All the peoples are being told almost the same story, the perspectives though are gleaning.

They edit genes now. It’s common knowledge these days but the consequences isn’t understood. I’m also under the strong impression that they can clone a slave for organs, because why would you use a stranger if you could replicate your own. Can you imagine the horror.

France and England have declared Palestine a State; it’s big scheme; their cities are going to shambles, empires rise and they fall, cliche yes but it’s right before you. 

I’m not sure what’s going on in the United States, I do actually and it does feel like Spain except Spain had something going for it, one religion. The U.S. doesn’t have that but the evangelicals are wishing it true except that’s not the way the architects desired it and I shall explain…those we call the founding Fathers of the creation of the United front were not of all the same beliefs regarding the Almighty, but they all did believe. 

When my Great Aunt passed my mom told me the truth of her past, jewelry, books and all. My mom wasn’t allowed to tell her Grandmother she was marrying a Catholic because they were strict Masons and the women were of the Order of the Eastern Star, all of my greats. This has to do with the founders because the Masons built this and the evangelicals that believe themselves to have a ‘better’ covenant don’t follow the true old ways. 

So anyway there’s that bits and pieces randomly put together.

There’s storms brewing up ahead.