Day 21 of Harvest

Bismillah al-rahman al-rahim

 

Mashallah

Harvest Day 2.0

 

Once in awhile I enjoy writing in plain words what I see:

It's not what you thought it was going to be and never is, you also know you can not deny all the new information not just on display but practical films in people's head spaces. The only way you can not see it is if you turn away.

It Hurts my heArt so many have such a difficult timE Learning new concepts as adults, that almost everything you were told and learned, has super suspicious beginnings. E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

I said awhile back

God 

Is

Live 

If you turn away, he didn't know you. 

and then I drift along the skirts of norm for some fun

The demon spawn with it's forked tongue

 wagged it here and there

 in to nothing

 to be done

 it's lies were spun

then be told a space

chains had come undone 

The sway to there

 where new life isn't matter

 is done by the demon forked tongue 

Love,

X

Ladies and gentlemen, if you have sexual intercourse with some one of the opposite sex you are inviting another human to the planet (Inshallah), it's similar to magic (Abracadabra=AlphBeitGimmelDalitHey), the earthly scientific magic name is biology, no matter what you call it you are still inviting another life to the planet no matter how you dice up the matter after the fact. If some one does their best to convince another that the human that was invited to this planet at the pleasure of the other two may be dismembered or poisoned unwelcome in their first home on earth, look at them, really gander through and around them, then walk away.

The old black crow had more to travel, fur at her feet and the sun on her back, from one mountain top to another in to the smoke in to the know.

#GodsWitch

#GodSwitched

19 For Those To Follow

 

She raised her left arm across her body towards the blinds and opened the window wide. The leaves of the maple tree before her, golden mixed with bright green veins, the edges withering away hung in mid air while others had already taken their final flight towards earth. The old witch crow stepped through the window naked at her feet she skimmed the grounds and all the airs. She moved to the right and there she dove deep into the pool where the water grows. The coral to left was ever moving slowly, adjustments in time she swam on by to the place where the screams had stopped from the fire that had reigned once there. 

The old witch crow moved smoothly under the water to the place of old where the fire had reigned. The entry was alway where it was into the place where the walking dead talk. Above her a solid roof of stone she could see up and through the water, ahead the old place of chains and docks, she wondered if it would be old stale air that greeted her. It had been long in time and space since she had traveled to this place. 

There it was the place of old where the fire had reigned, the old witch crow moved from the water to the air with a glide then a strike she placed her self amidst their plight. There they were, all these dead, wondering why they wander in their stead. On the walls reaching high to the ground were colourful once shiny stone depictions of the stars they once could see in the night sky. 

A plea they hummed in unison the time of naught was about near. 

The old witch crow heard the hummmmm, it touched her matter all around, their plea to be with one. Her stake was not with them but with the few that had heard the queue. She let those with the hummmmm go to wander in their stead in the place where the fire had reigned, for naught they were even in the time of the dead. 

Harvesting of the 19 souls that had heard the queue she sang them a sweet tune, it seems there was hope for thee

Here it is 

here is the way

The hardened heart to God is not the way

mans justice though must be made

on terra here for all to See

Hold on to God

feel the flow

through the smoke

Go up to earth 

and seize the just right

with Gods favor you move

unchained and unbound

it's time to show

Gods ways abound

The old witch crow had far to go as she watched the smoke revolve around her. Spin she did as she sung her tune also one of the earth, moon, stars, and sun. Back in time she dived through space to the place where she sat with some old ways. Through the waters she walked upon her head to reach for the stars in the time of dread. Golden links they would throw, down to earth for those to know to hold on tight for the show.

Harvest 19

 

She raised her left arm across her body towards the blinds and opened the window wide. The leaves of the maple tree before her, golden mixed with bright green veins, the edges withering away hung in mid air while others had already taken their final flight towards earth. The old witch crow stepped through the window naked at her feet she skimmed the grounds and all the airs. She moved to the right and there she dove deep into the pool where the water grows. The coral to left was ever moving slowly, adjustments in time she swam on by to the place where the screams had stopped from the fire that had reigned once there. 

The old witch crow moved smoothly under the water to the place of old where the fire had reigned. The entry was alway where it was into the place where the walking dead talk. Above her a solid roof of stone she could see up and through the water, ahead the old place of chains and docks, she wondered if it would be old stale air that greeted her. It had been long in time and space since she had traveled to this place. 

There it was the place of old where the fire had reigned, the old witch crow moved from the water to the air with a glide then a strike she placed her self amidst their plight. There they were, all these dead, wondering why they wander in their stead. On the walls reaching high to the ground were colourful once shiny stone depictions of the stars they once could see in the night sky. 

A plea they hummed in unison the time of naught was about near. 

The old witch crow heard the hummmmm, it touched her matter all around, their plea to be with one. Her stake was not with them but with the few that had heard the queue. She let those with the hummmmm go to wander in their stead in the place where the fire had reigned, for naught they were even in the time of the dead. 

Harvesting of the 19 souls that had heard the queue she sang them a sweet tune, it seems there was hope for thee

Here it is 

here is the way

The hardened heart to God is not the way

mans justice though must be made

on terra here for all to See

Hold on to God

feel the flow

through the smoke

Go up to earth 

and seize the just right

with Gods favor you move

unchained and unbound

it's time to show

Gods ways abound

Day 19 of Harvest, A Flip into The Swim

 

She raised her left arm across her body towards the blinds and opened the window wide. The leaves of the maple tree before her, golden mixed with bright green veins, the edges withering away hung in mid air while others had already taken their final flight towards earth. The old witch crow stepped through the window naked at her feet she skimmed the grounds and all the airs. She moved to the right and there she dove deep into the pool where the water grows. The coral to left was ever moving slowly, adjustments in time she swam on by to the place where the screams had stopped from the fire that had reigned once there. 

The old witch crow moved smoothly under the water to the place of old where the fire had reigned. The entry was alway where it was into the place where the walking dead talk. Above her a solid roof of stone she could see up and through the water, ahead the old place of chains and docks, she wondered if it would be old stale air that greeted her. It had been long in time and space since she had traveled to this place. 

There it was the place of old where the fire had reigned, the old witch crow moved from the water to the air with a glide then a strike she placed her self amidst their plight. There they were, all these dead, wondering why they wander in their stead. On the walls reaching high to the ground were colourful once shiny stone depictions of the stars they once could see in the night sky. 

A plea they hummed in unison the time of naught was about near. 

DAy 18 of Harvest

 

Here I am 

getting through 

wheat and chaff

an illusion too

an all seeing eye

a net around you

 

Some might think this election just fixed everything, while still with the knowledge it'll be a long haul and a great deal of upheaval...please understand I'm not doomsdaying, I just want people grasping the truth of what's actually going on because ...well, it's all really fucked up out there...on so many levels and it's not going to magically get fixed. 

If it does, Mashallah.

For your digestion a true story of how many I have no clue,

A widow receives a mailer advertisement posted to her now years ago passed husband around the holidays when she's feeling the most lonely. This mailer posted to the now widows husband years ago passed is advertising a golden plated charm laden with real diamond chips for extra sparkle and penned on this golden plated charm laden with real diamond chips for extra sparkle is the widows real name, not the one others know, some sweet saying and a 'love...years ago passed husband'. Heart strings are pulled, and this widow on a fixed income most likely might just think, 'maybe it's a sign'...'should she just get it for herself, he probably would have'...and then another piece of over priced plated junk is sold; an illusion of a memory recalled from data gathering as the widow scrolls through old pictures of times much happier past, when she wasn't a widow and just for moment in passing time she was happy, then, she woke and was a tad bit sadder since she saw the mailer posted to the widows long ago passed husband advertising an over priced piece of plated junk, it could even been laden with sparkling cubic zirconia, it wouldn't matter...the illusion is what matters as they collect the data and track every eye movement.    

We call that in the world of magic, beautiful data collection and manipulation.

How do you teach people to discern a sign from an advertisement...

Everything you see is fake, ol Joe and Trump meeting all good ol friends again....they tried to kill him twice, I thought. Actors acting and your life is the one that get the cart upset because some don't know what's really going on...there is a club and you still aren't in it. It's all an illusion. 

There are actual men that are being housed in women's prisons and bunked with women. These men that were in prison for rape but they/them identifies as a female so the woman in prison is subjugated to torture as + for her prison sentence and others argue for this. Not to mention the rest of the Mengele cult. Who's great idea was this and who went along?

Incest is rape. There is no such thing as child prostitution.  

A few reminders because I find memories short, they have poisoned the minds of our children as they insist they receive a 'vaccine' with no long term studies and now we know it was a net negative already and we are only 4 years in and you know how it gets into the heart and through the brain blood barrier et al. Who's great idea was this and who went along? 

They lock people for praying and say it's for trespassing. Who's great idea was this and who went along?

In this age of Aquarius, rebirth, enlightenment and such, I'd like to gather you around my fire burning bright as we call the old names out loud and sing the old songs to the tune of fire and brimstone. It's what's next on the short list, long term too. 

It's only just begun

Day 17 of HArvest

 

17=8=4=2 then do you square it? 

Sometimes I'm scared to begin my spin, I know in the end who always wins, it's the thing I can See when in place and besides. Whole spaces now gone scars on the earth like your words in the air so all did share. For when I spin there is no end its the 8 above and below how we travel to and fro. Truth be told the world is cold and it's only the begin. 

The drop of water touched her face, the air was particled with dust, the smell of asafoetida before she lit it on fire laden the room. The shelves as she looked between them were dusty behind. She could hear his voice echoing from the leather dark blood chair, the shelves behind the desk that were dusty all behind were littered with nicks and knacks pamphlets and important papers. She collected the data as a spirit in the room and blew her djinn words around...

"Hear you there

Did you say

you have the only way

whence you played a dangerous game

over liberty and life

in the air the truth spins 

round about and back at you again

though this time 

be a different trend

We can never allow it to go back there again"

There once was A time

when they taught me to read

taught me to See

all through thee

there is only submission 

God only knows

spin around the crystal 

one way then the next

hold your breath and feel the flight

hang on above the rest

in the Golden Square room