Snap That Nat

 

The power of the pale horses, pulling beds of gold, could be felt deep underground as they made their way over rocks and meadows, through leafless stick tree strewn gullies and open hills evergreen, always mission, star and sky over head. 

Life stood by her Father's garden patch, organized in lines, different from her Mother's which were spirals everywhere, feeling the ground rumble to life under her black boots for work, three inches from her knees, golden overalls, and a long sleeve black shirt, she was waiting for her brother to arrive. The rumble of the earth took her back in time and days recalling the creature caught under her steeds tread, the head intact and the mind unmarred from the out but knowing the horror within as Death just stepped on it without a whim and they were aware; you hope the mind has a quick shut off signal in the time of life when it become death, so the pain and horror doesn't stick around. 

Her blood stained tunic stuck with her soul,

 an Angel attendant of war.

 

Life was in time for God's other children, who were on their way with an allotment of fresh gold/manure in the beds they were pulling, more shit to go around. Life's job was to spread said shit after it was mixed with fresh wasted matter, that was never wasted, per the instructions from her brothers, sisters, and elders and let it cook slowly, '3 by 3 will work, 4 by 4 is best', she recalled her Fathers words.  

In lines it would be in her Fathers garden, Life would spread said shit perfectly and then she would hide said shit from the soun with leaves she had gathered and sliced meticulously, bagged to rot for this very day, moons earlier.

In spirals her Mother garden said shit would go, placed on the ground and then spun in down with nothing to hide, her shits been spun.

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"Hey Olive..."whispered the old round man, his thin work worn shirt covering his ample well fed body and his suspenders carrying the full weight of his trousers and his special black shoes that on one foot could contain his exoskeleton. When he was in his youth his leg had been caught in a machine and his ankle was hallowed out on one side and made it weak, so with aid he walked. Olive was always curious and wondered if it made it hard for him to walk, she never heard him complain or say he couldn't do something because of it. It was no big deal that his ankle was out of whack and he had to use a hack, he was a proven man and Master of his domain; also known as 'grandpa' and if he didn't have a special name for you, your name was 'Charlie'. 

Olive was in a red wagon lined with pillows and blankets to make the lanky girl in a body cast comfortable while her leg fixed it's self, her legs coated in white plaster sticking out with a rod between her feet she was captured, a prime audience...

"What Grandpa?" Olive whispered back to her grandpa that she hardly ever saw and loved visiting. She would watch him do his morning routine of stretches and leg movements, grapenuts and prunes that made his body work till the end even if his sight didn't, he had trust worth hands to guide him. 

"Did I ever tell you how I'm gonna get my rocket into space? I'm gonna use horse apples."

Olive always thought that was going to be an interesting thing to see, she liked rocket ships and always wanted to know how they worked (planes and helicopters too) and she was sure at a very young age her grandfather was feeding her a pile of (bull)horse shit/chit8/apples because he thought it was funny and the irony was that one day she would know how rockets work/fuel systems management/containment, vector angles for motion, and never forget maintenance, all because her grandfather tried to sell her some horseshit when she was a kid and she knew it was not true and still funny as they giggled together...One of his great grand sons is an areo space engineer/computer programmer that designed a tracking device with an instrument they said wouldn't work and it turned out it wasn't any horse shit, it really works, and he doesn't need a player piano because he is one. Then she added a bit to make the story more beautiful so you could see the touch of God all around you. Olive's son had been born in a small fishing village on the coast of Korea and had been taken care of and loved by a family until she could reach him. Olive had been well schooled in the sun source, from Korea to Egypt and all the way down to Peru and then up and back again Japan too. She prayed every day she could show the world her children's real mother's grace. 

Those that think/thought themselves to be the kind that shielded the child predators ...

How do humans unlearn the ways of life and death and that of nature where regular normal people don't understand that yes, animals talk to each other and the bird does see who feeds them, just as the cat that brought you the unmarred mouse as a gift see how you walk about this planet which is where they also reside. When the modern scientists/white coat person of the day, 'teaches''tells''learns' you from whence you came as they sell you a snake oil that will waste you away pray tell what does a witch woman say?

...and she snapped that nat away...

So many people want the easy hack, the gain without the work, they think they 'know things', the short cut to the easy way; the pill to take away the pain of reality, the shot to take the need of control away, the dunk in the water as a symbolic 'rebirth', with no ability to see that the people in priestly religious white coats have taken away from mothers and babies the sacred right of birth. PoP. These days the snake oil white coat salesman/administrator/high priest/practitioner starts off instructing the mother already caring for her child to induce factory manufactured products that inform via messaging(signaling) incorrect instructions to the system manager (brains of mother and child), then they schedule the birth and induce birth by giving false signals(Protagladin E with a tiny 2 (PGE2) for dilation to magically happen via a synthetic factory made poison/instruction/signal then when that doesn't happen they go in for the all important, "saved the mother and child's life" (to say anything other is sacrilege) with a cesarian section, precise incisions into the mother to retrieve the precious child from the mothers uterus, never a last squeeze hug good by and a trip through the first human passage of life," I'll be with you on the other end" signal for the heart to close that one valve on the right(?) so the lungs can start working (instead they give the child (Protagladin E with a tiny 2 (PGE2) because some babies need the signal that it is being born because the body of the baby doesn't know what it is doing but the childs brain understands signals and the priestly white coat snake oil salesman/health administrator (primary care giver they often call themselves) doesn't care about the health of the mother and baby, just that it can keep selling false signals to the brains so the body doesn't work properly any more....make sure you get that well baby check up...(Protagladin E with a tiny 2 (PGE2) it also your over the counter baby kill pill. It's also not recommend for women that have had C-sections, now can we talk about osteoblasts...then lets talk about feeding your child NSAIDs, it's ok to feel some pain.  

In a shaky voice, "Well maybe we should do another lung scan? You just had a lung scan and it came back normal, maybe we should do another one...here are some inhalers, I don't know if these might help or not." of a person that has no answers and looks at a data chart of other people, not the one in front of them that is totally different then the ones that make up the 'data points', as they are also all completely different from one another...and she thinks she's a doctor of medicine but she's really actually causing harm to real live people in her Best way. 

They need to completely stop all the dna and rna manipulation, you wonder where the cancer is coming from so they can cure you, you wonder where the aids came from so they could cure it. You wonder where mustard gas came from so they could use it on you. you wonder where where agent orange came from so they could use it on you. you wonder where covid came from so that they could use it on you then they could cure you for life and keep curing you, as they slowly sever the vagus nerve from the management system. 

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After wars those that went often come back shells of their former state, unable to fathom the truth of human nature. The women they return to which they had left to tend the children and homestead, those that tended to the wounds of the warriors sometimes are told they are not sane because they tell those around that have not seen what they have and those in the comfort of their warm bath with an icy beverage watching their arena sport on a screen, fat and unable making life and death decisions for those that are able, because they just want more. In war the real harm is often done by hacks, thinking there is an easy way out. In real war, not Smedleys money racket kind, a true commander knows, leave no life behind and be quick about it.

E.J., Doug, Randy, a few Dave friends of mine, Rambo, those that knew me in passing and then found me later too, sometimes it's not the name of the human that they were that is called in to matter, it is the truth that they were and their Death turned to matter for in Life I was with them. Those that know me, know this is real and true a fact that can not be undone or taken away except by the grace of God do you get an escape route. 

When the people around you tell you, it's everyone else that is the problem and not you, you are always the problem you need to fix and there is no magic pot(S)ion from the snake oil sales man can sell you that tells you are not the problem, so all is forgiven. 

What is evil? 

Evil is what another human does to a living creature 

that draws out pain for as long as it can 

as it watches the living creature get weaker

pretending to help them the whole time. 

Rockets Red Glare

 

The birds flew at the window, 

"Attack!", "Attack!", 'Attack!" 

A stranger in their midst a warning to all, 

until she could show them 

she could sing their whistle song.

The opulence of free, pie is so much more; the Pixie bounced and spun about her box till the afternoon when she was allowed to prance out and about, but tethered was she away from the world of Others and warning sounds that should not belong. When released in the world of Others, her fangs came out, the sound from deep in her gut as the Others backed from her sight afraid to make contact for the truth of her might. 

The hand of Fatima whirled in mid air the time had long begun

Death looked out the windows of time and saw a collision when the dinosaurs would come alive.

Be still and listen

There are more to wake

I can do simple math and I like using my fingers for it and there is nothing wrong with that.

Complicated systems are stupid.

Complex systems are beautiful.

.20.100.10.200.10.50. 

The dead walk with me, soldiers all around. 

Project BlueBird

 

Death walked through the doors, a wisp of fresh air for some and the stench of Truth to others, no matter did she touch but the fleshy hand of the Other. Death watched the Other from behind, the Other wasn't wearing her special white coat that set her self a part from the most. She wore a simulacrum fabric the colour of soft lilac over her meaty back, shoulders, and arms, the fabric worn and pulled. The Other might have imagined the shiny simulacrum of a fabric would disguise her misuse of herself and her things, a medicine woman should know some things. Her legs spindly covered in stretchy black tights, her whole body covered and her whole body showing, at the same time. Her shoes were plastic, a dangerous idiocracy, a pyramid money game the Other was playing.

The nothingness life which Death felt when she gently breezed her hand onto the Other's hand was a model of disrepair, a life never really lived, a hollow shell where a meaningful soul should have been. The touch of Death released the stench of Truth wave after wave before all the eyes, snapping bits of bright light here and there, while the Other swallowed lies then spit them back out.

In the darkness of night when things just aren't right

We peer with our sight 

from within the smoke on the mountain top

Into the mind of the white coat find

a lie draped in a truth

the flat line of life 

is rife with strife

to ease the stress

We make beautiful sounds

to welcome Some home

green spring grasses all year round

through the foggy window till the time

the Others go

 

Mars Lion Roars

 

5:08 5 March 

When you hear, "Tax cuts for the rich are bad for the poor"...they are saying anyone that pays 'income taxes' are the rich, the poor are those that are eat off the rich, those that pay, 'income taxes' is considered 'rich' by someone that gets their thirsty coin from the state to do their lazy bidding; it's not a number it's the numbers they want because they have been sold that what you have is there's.

Charity can not be a paid position or it becomes a business, said the Volunteer.  

"let us round up this plot of homeless and all their tents and move the draggers on."-said sternly the city council member that has a sister that is kind and helpful and has a tent business or bussing one too, her coffers full ever week or two like a timely pay check but it's your income tax dollars that paid her salary through the non government organization. (Everybody knows this, it's unseemly though to see your neighbor reach into your pocket and take something of yours, because they want it (via the welfare state). 

An endless loop of mob tactics to keep you, in place.

Charity is out of the goodness of your heart not at the end of a weapon pointed at your head as they take something you earned from hard work to someone else that didn't. Charity is out of the goodness of one's heart not at the end of another yelling at you that you are mean because you don't 'give' they way they think you should (as they sacrifice their babies-said in point). You don't have to agree with another or like people. 

6:08 6 March

I love the time and date

9:25   7 March

How do you explain to a young 'sk(i)(y)' child the difference of the spelling? The I is for Me, the whY is for you.

12:49 11 March

They killed Thomas Massie’s wife, this is an easy bio weapon they already showed everyone they have as a hack. It’s not always bullets, knives, or car bombs that make the sausage.

3:11 11 March

I’m listening to a Mormon that thinks because they have grown in large numbers since their Latter Day Saint inception that means they are, on to something good. I know Christian women that pasture flock that walk into other women’s homes and take it like it’s theirs because they were forgiven for their bad behavior. A consensus of poorly modeled humans does not make something correct. 

11:11 12 March

How's your day going Kristin"

"Safari couldn't open the page because the server stopped responding"

8:00 13 March

I noticed the uniform of the day was fatigue when the bear showed his head from his sleep.

11:00 14 March

Then the clock struck

9:47 15 March

and There it was before my eyes in shiny red and Gold, adjacent and the rest bordering the green snake celebrating the new year*foreverUSA*

9:49 15 March

The year was 1971.

9:32 17 March

3A errands to run but don't worry the fun has begun.

10:05 17 March

Hypnotized she stood with one foot in the sea and one upon the mountain as the smoke swirled all around.

5:48 17 March

When you see that it isn’t friendly fire and hasn’t been for awhile, from the navy to the planes to the fields below.

5:47 17 March

Richard Dawkins is not a smart man he has just been propped up as one to dumb down people that think they are smart down just a weeeee bit more. FYI, you have back pain because you moved incorrectly. 

6:02 17 March

Why do Zebras have stripes? Epimetheus (after thought), brother of Prometheus (forethought), played with the animals that God had let be made and Epimethus to Zebra he gave it stripes that would be different from the rest but little did he know it was a gift for the lions and the Hyena could not the hind from neck so difficult it would be to find the right place to sink their teeth. 

6:05 18 March

Welcome to planet of the apes. 

7:48 30 March

This one is almost done here. The spring is about to be sprung and wowwws a wonder when might the soon to be mighty Ireland be funded under above and below, it must be united under One God We go.

12:00 31 March

It doesn't have to stop at Greenland: Ireland, England, Scotland, Wales...maybe you want to be free, free speech, a way to fight the State back...

6:33 31 March

The red headed heifer is not a cow.

X shhhhhhh Ravenous Vortex

 

The gift of forgiveness is not for those which attack you; in a state of war the true reality is absolute.

When you don't know you are in a state of war the enemy has every advantage.

"Where did you 'grow up' Kristin?" During the Dhofar Revolution (an inside job spun by the winds of the outside to breed an inside contempt) in a small armed compound of freedom fighters next to the Sultans Palace; building 1, apartment 1 (under the eyes of God-our Church, the Universal Way), as my father mapped the skies above us, pathways we would fly, pathways many of my readers fly today. He was the presenter in front of the United Nations for approval of 'his' plan; "Thanks dad, you are the best." The back of my heels shredded from dragging myself around when I needed to figure out how to walk again. Where a pool or an ocean I could swim with ease. This was where I learned to walk and run after I had been constrained and contained to fix a broken part of me, where I became a free agent. 

"I love maps, they are exquisite", the pirate woman wearing pants the colour of the sea right before a ravaging storm, three inches from her ankles for all to see, said out loud, with wealth and blessings beyond measure, finding gem after gem and none to keep for herself but to give (un)to others as she hid them like a game for children to find on their way{Easter Eggs}, because she knew when she had all she needed and had plenty to leave behind. 

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Airport=the body

Air traffic control=the brain\signals motion

Ground control=pathways through the body/signals vectors and motions

Gates/Ports=organs pulsing with life

Stowage=goods and services/people/blood cells sent to fight the Good fight.

The air traffic control system that I hear those that don't understand how 'systems work' say, 'let an Ai (a programed message machine/chemical messenger {milk is a messenger, it only takes a drop; the mothers milk is the Good milk for the Childs brain (system controller)} take air traffic control over (a formula/model/program)...there are these things called ''slips'(messages) that move from air controller to air controller, to ground controller, to air controller, to air controller with one eye {Odin's Eye for fun and Truth}over all (a [form]ula[little]-latin-[uni-fied]form), messages of coordinates and directions to stay, go, and where to move, when on the ground and in the air(through the path ways in the human body to signal what needs to be corrected or not corrected because everything is running uni-fine-d-or there will be big problems and this is life and death when landing planes in proper order while others are flying over head and taking off as well). These paper slips(direct signals) that track the aircraft (organs) are the brain of the opera[work]tion[to be done], the human brain (babies and mammas), working in tandem with other human brains; electricity (signals) is an easy switch (chemical to turn off and you can not rely on a computer system/chemical programing to the brain/system manager/air traffic controller and you can't hide information or give them incorrect information or the system crashes, that is run(energy, where is it coming from) on something (electrical or chemical signals) you can turn off with a switch.   

Inside the mind the signals (chemical[activator\signal]/stress[tension] RE[over and over again]actors{there are Good actors and bad actors there are no in-between) had been absorbed and sent, into the animal, a protein folded, it collided with another and like dominoes another and it folded and then another, it exponentiated and soon the folds were like fentanyl users, dead wasted space, eating it's self to death being brought back to life with an override of narcan when all the mind wanted was {the desire of wanting a now unwilling to reach for it} to be gone from the now and pretend in another space out in open place.   

They saw the pine tree in the forest that looked like all the others and thought, 'we will cut that one down', not knowing it was the root they severed that shared a certain nutrient to the others as it was the only one of it's kind deep within the dark forest of teaming life the Vulcan could see from outer space but the human on terra could not, the vagus nerve could not be re done.   

Some needles you have to thread by your own self, it befuddles me that many don't grasp, "you are in charge of you and you need to take charge before it's too late." It's easiest when you have Good people that love you and want you to be the best you could ever be and they know they can push and prod but only you are in charge of you.

The man that the doctors found the cancer in had been told by his son that he was now going to be a girl and the father knew this signal was incorrect in his mind and his mind tried to wake him. I pray he doesn't go into RE[over and over again because something is growing wrong and a dead wake up call from some one that loves you is on a{mission} until the disease is surgically sliced out{perfection is command}, chemically erased, or bombarded with rays (signals-some you can see some you can not)) of which there are all sorts. 

Sometimes the mind signals to consume where it should not, sometimes the mind signals to grow where it should not, know the difference and what is controlling what. When the say,' hormones' they mean signalers, it's just a different name, same, same don't let them confuse you. 

When additions of chemical compounds 6man made ones9 that signal to the brain it can go on vacation and that the chemical signal is not programed to work well with others and is the one the part/organs|body\whole should follow and not the system manager (brain of the operation) who seems to have gone on vacation but is in Truth trapped and constrained and can't signal out{yell}, if something is out of whack you don't hack, you retrain[back into smooth running lines]. 

Sometimes I have to show people what they want to see because they don't want to hear the truth.

There is no hack to life, you have to live it the correct way. 

The brain eats its self because it was commanded. Why? From the inside or the outside? Alzhimers is a stress (tension) in[from within]duc{duke/to lead}ed reaction (signal messenger) because you can't believe you were betrayed by someone that you thought loved you as they stole your hard work and called it theirs, from you and you found out but you loved him and forgave him because he was your brother and you wanted no harm to your family so your mind did the next thing it could think of, it started the shut down process of the now, to live somewhere else. Please forgive me for knowing and understanding. everyone is looking at all the pieces, I see at the whole and the part and every signal in-between and the with-out. 

My Finnish Grandfather would pick up my beautiful sister with her golden curly locks upon her crown, deep sky blue eyes, skin clear and healthy, a perfect being and gift from God, like his own daughter, but different, and hold her every chance he was given. His own daughter had spent her precious early years in and out of hospitals having surgeries to 'fix' her hand which was webbed and had to be 'corrected'. 

My Finnish Grandfather would pick me up every chance he got, my mousy always tangled hair, a loud pigpen most could hardly bare, that had been stuck in a bind, her legs had been bound together. He told that little pigpen girl that she would move mountains with her strong viking marmaid legs because he had seen it before. It would take practice and hard work and as often as he could he would whisper how perfect and beautiful she was, just the way she was and she could always be more. 

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I'm watching in real time from every angleel I can gather and signal in as many languages as I can that We need help. It's really, really bad and only God can save us.  

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The woman in the golden overalls, uniform of the day, outside work was to be done and a little song she sung to be heard above the winds was called. She sat in front of the ash long forgotten and cried tears that could be seen by only Gods Good nature. 

Complex systems require complex surgically controlled solutions to problems with muster if it desires to continue to...stay...on. 

Be still and Listen

One day I will tell you a story  

I earned my sea legs during war, my legs work together in tandem now and but by the grace of God I go. 

Have you ever seen me run on a machine as fast as a cheetah, like the bio[life]nic[does not exist] woman that knew what she was able to do, or outside around the tarmac distances and battles faught and won over and over-or watched me stand on a ball as I practiced my ju jitsu moves. 

I told my Nazarite mother that warlords were in the midst, taxes and wrong ways forced upon us, with battles of Good against evil all round and around, a real wizard with a name I could see in so many wLorlds, their words all fal{fall}se[add another E so you can see] and the thread(lines told) un[do I have to explain un done]rav[Hebrew word for Rabbi]els{this is tricky because you have to know the secret, you are not God and will never be one.} 

I am Life

 I am Death

I am Truth

I am Death

I am Life 

 

I am showing you the way.

Mater Lecticonis

 

Tuesday update 

nothing concerning Smith Mundt yet. This is disturbing.

I was so anticipating the Starship launch last night, patience is a virtue when you are doing something difficult. 

The man they introduced as, "the first gay man' to hold what ever position..."word choice hilarity having I am"...may I ask when that would be pertinent information as part of an introduction to the world...it's like getting health advise from an obese human. 

I love a good tangent. (I hope someone laughs here one day as the tangent embraces the sphere and then bounces back like a hug and then you are free to go knowing you are safe and thought of with love.) 

I read words like my son reads music and when you can understand the complexity of how words are put together (to gather for meaning) you have the ability to make new ones, or turn old ones back to new again. I always know there was someone smarter than me that already thought this out, all I need to do is grab it from the past and dust it off....I love fixing and making something out of what's on hand, always to perfection, then we go from there, object origin, object destination. 

Every line III means something when placed in proper and direction, unless an ana | gram 

In my spare time I'm learn (some)Hangul, Greek, Latin, Hebrew, and Aramaic, not to speak but to read, by acci (be done) dent<- self explanatory (ex (apart but was once together, see above) plain (easy to see) a story (ory/ orator/ something with vowels and not a unicase language). I'd like to be able to read Sumerian/Akkadian one day, so I can see for my self what it says as I work back ward to first principles of the mind and how humans work and communicate and why. Object origin, object destination, and yes, I believe God gave me a gift and I will not squander it. 

Side note, gifts are just that, you don't 'pick' a gift, unless you know how things work and it's there already. 

Inshallah  

Chit

 

Hello Monday, I See you looking at your screen searching for something real, away from the fake world. A panda rolling around and you wonder why, because it's fun. Why do Birds flock in the sky, because it's beautiful and they can and they are thanking God for the ability to fly above it all. Why do I think, because it's beautiful and I can. Why does NightHawk bring me gifts in the night of time, little mice perfectly killed with not a mar as a gift and a thanks for nourishing its life. We are human we don't sacrifice humans (Jesus was not sacrificed, they killed him so he would be quiet and was made an example and he would be ashamed of those that call them selves by my name, and that is the truth and I hope you see it one day). We respect life as a gift from God for our mind, that controls our body. Why do I make my legs take turns carrying the weight of my body as I stretch my arms out in a beautiful pose, because I can and I thank God I can, because I have limited time and I know it, my goal is perfection with an imperfect body but a perfect mind, honed and practiced like my song whistle or my singing voice out side where I am no ashamed of the gifts I was given and I won't hide them away. Why do you have short hair Kristin? because it's stupid and dead and I don't need to hide behind anything, or cover my face with chemicals that signal your brain you think you are ugly and have to hide your self because you are probably diseased, because you are beautiful and some one lied to you.  

She floated upon the smoky mountain top and no one could see her as she sent out her rays.

There I was learning something new that was old but not the oldest although I believe I will get there, and I saw the story of the beginning and some more of what we would see

1, Shhhhhhhhhhh

2, B someplace safe ( you See 1 becomes 2)

3, G (C) it means the camel (gimal) we bring life and spit you out

4, D, you exist

5, H hello there is another, a vessel to make more 

6, sIx how shall we spell it

7, I’m just Zayin he stated her with his sword or maybe you beed to arm your self

8, and for eternity it would continue until decided Chit, it what we use, to make more, horse apples fuel the ship.

9, can you see the new life slip out of the 0 of the 9  tet (that’s the hook)

10, and now we start some more

I have to teach my self because there are so many frauds, and repeaters and also some liars.

I once sat a through a whole day of Command school and cried at the magnitude of the responsibility that was upon our shoulders in times of war and peace.

I had a front row seat at the Munich security conference and listened to every thing that was said out loud, to include Rawanda and the DRC issues.

How many Christian’s were beheaded the other day?

I know.

Stop it. 

I can hear you and I won’t stop. I don’t stop except by command of that which is above and below me. X do you understand?

Jesus rolled over in his grave and is a wake. It’s not the man but the consciousness which you wake inside your mind. When you treat your body as a temple in truth and have only Truth around you, but you have to See it to (get) it. It’s a gift of understanding and belief that you are but a formic worker bee and you know your place in the system. Same with the earth same with the body. The golden rule to treat others with respect (as they treat others) doesn’t work {in kind} after a stranger (a human that is not sovereign over an other and has no idea what they are talking about <lying by omission or repeating an others said lies> and causes harm. We remove that which harms, not that which heals. You do not paralyze any part of the brain or lie to it. Disease comes from the mind, as does the healing; it only works when you let you mind BE and you conduct you self appropriately…under the rules set forth because you actually understand how it all works and you are only here by the grace of God and that your mother didn’t kill you. To be able to do this you need agency (honest (honed) love). A woman that convinces another that killing her child or an others because she doesn’t like (her) life is an evil being that whispers with her forked tongue as her flesh falls off and she’s reminded daily she’s just an animal. Why do women remove the fur from our bodies? To remind our selves we are more than animals and have agency (ts) all around us if we have the free will of our self to conduct our self perfectly. 

It begins with you.

It doesn't have to end with you

This is the 3rd day of Ramazan when you symbolically eat under the cover of darkness celebrating the being of new life about to be as we watch the new moon grow.  

This is a war between Good and evil, and I'm not joking around any more.