I was called last night by my daughter-in-law’s roommate, who realized no one had told me that she overdosed last week. I had been with her two days before, taking gifts for her and my granddaughter (named after my daughter and Nichole’s twin sister).
I stand against you Satan until my last breath fighting your evil in this life we are all in in this world you have corrupted and lives you destroy.
I am so sad for my granddaughter, she is not yet 14. Nichole’s twin sister, her mom and siblings and friends. I am loving each of you. Sending all my love. Doing all I can to not cry and produce trauma energies for their collection.
Nichole had begun to embrace the knowledge I was sharing. (She had seen Afflicted, before our reuniting after a few years being separate – her ability to forgive and love was great.) Before I left last Monday (her twin was with us all day too, us three girls like in old times years past) she said she was wrapping her mind around it, it made her forehead hurt. HER PINEAL WAS OPENING. Praise the MOST HIGH.
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
I love you Nichole. I lift you up to our Creator, the Most High. He knows everything you were considering and trying to understand. He knows your heart. Your heart is Good. We are all trauma victims.
Added on January 13, 2019:
I have been writing a book called SUPERNATURAL IN MY LIFE. I did not know that Nichole had died until the 26th when her roommate (the one who followed the advice in my post DO THIS WHEN YOU REFUSE A VACCINE) called. There I was, sending texts, emails, leaving voice messages after the 18th when we were last together. I have had supernatural things occur as long as I can remember, back to age two. Never forgotten.
I wrote this early on the morning of December 21st. I write so much that this was ‘backburnered’ in my mind until, reading aloud to my friend the chapters I have finished in the book. This dear friend who helped me have my granddaugher’s weighted blanket custom-made and shipped to her because his own son almost OD’d on fentanyl just two weeks before Nichole did. (This is true #empathy.) He has known me since I was 20, old friends with the my children’s grandparents. As I began to read the most recent event of December 21st, I realized Nichole had come to visit.
Here is what I wrote, less than twenty-four hours from her death, less than 25 miles from her body in the mortuary, without knowing – NO ONE TOLD ME – she had died.
4AM WALKED INTO KITCHEN IN DARK FOR WATER, THERE WAS A FLASH OF ENERGY, December 21, 2018
At about 4AM I walked naked (I usually wear sleep clothes now, for rapture preparedness, but last night felt constricted, irritated skin, dry?) into the kitchen for lemon water (alkaline) and as I took my first step past the threshold of my bedroom door into the kitchen space there was a very fast, very intense, tight small flash of light that immediately disappeared through the wall below the window – toward the graveyard. It was very fast, very intense, very concentrated and very real and it happened like a hand clap and was gone. I felt as I poured my water like a presence lingered. I believe it was a disembodied spirit, and was keeping place with the art materials I am giving Emily. I photographed them yesterday and sent the photos to Cherie, Nichole’s roommate, since Nichole’s phone is off right now. The two boxes of art supplies are full of love. Just as when I experienced the spirit throwing my portfolio then book at the Little’s, and heard the footsteps running in the hall, so did Mamaux, just as a spirit came out of my unplugged, turned off Powerbook in 2017, this was real. It is in form like the whirl of manifestation of a jinn in cartoons. Genie. An entity.
I am so glad I am moving from here, and getting away from these demons concentrated in this forsaken church building place of pain and death. This dead town full of zombies. Not that any other location does not have them. But this ground I live on is literally full of death, being a graveyard, and old church from 1870 whose founder/minister the owners disinterred when they put in the basement steps.
We see now the scale tipping as veils are shed and third eyes are opening.
They are sparing nothing in their what-will-be-futile attempts to ultimately control us.
The imperative is to share this knowledge with as many as you are able. This takes time, as the cognitive dissonance is the one factor which can stand in the way of waking up loved ones.
It may seem slow, but there are times, and times for seasons, which change.
The Most High knows exactly how long this game is, and we play it until the last soul is saved.
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A site I have been going over is Spiritual Science Research Foundation. We have been lied to since – easily the pre-Pharaonic era of Egypt. Plato, Socrates and Solon spoke of these mysteries. The elite have diluted us to shells of who we really are. Whether you realize it or not (I see it in your struggle of duality, in you; see it easily as in myself), the struggle is so real and getting more tangibly difficult. The reason is that things are changing so fast now with the electromagnetic, cosmological and dimensional (timeshift) changes. This is why they are building the FEMA camps, putting into effect the one world government, martial law, the social credit system, cryptocurrency, etc. The solar/space/emf grid programs. Common Core mis-education. Vaccines. On and on and on.
In this site, the Spiritual Science Research Foundation explains the three components making up the percentage of a person; their balances and the meaning. If the bodily falls to less than 20%, “the person will dematerialize“.
I have experienced this is minor, partial ways during fasting and detox. I have felt my body move through space and time as I thought I perceived it – habitually – as if I was moving through waves of aether, like a vapor mirage radiating effect, looking down at myself. I have even written notes and arranged items in these times, in case I did “disappear”.
I … think I … am still here.
Is that because I am thought-generated? Thoughts not my own. The inner knowing/gnosis when thoughts stop and the heart speaks is the me of Love and Creation, creations of these souls I miss (family) who are… in the matrix.
So what most fulfills me now is sending waves of love to everyone I love. To those from my body, and those related. And to everyone who has been traumatized. That’s all of us.
Long ago I could not take city buses. I would cry, seeing how people treated each other. I went to “a therapist” – a mistake – who said I had “universal depression”/was depressed for the universe.
When I first started going it was in 1987, after my brother suicided/was murdered via MKUltra SRA mind control. I took a list of questions to that first appointment, and the first question – the most important one to me – was “Can we incorporate spirituality into my therapy?” She said no, we would “focus on getting the basics and that could come later”. I actually saw her again about 6 years ago, for issues related to my divorce from the secretly-trangender Washington, D.C. newsman and his having stolen all I owned from me in basically what is a court-sanctioned theft and life-destruction. I saw her for only a few sessions because it was worthless to me. Do you know what the first thing she said to me was, after years of having not seen me?
“I want to apologize to you for not letting you address spiritual issues in your therapy when we started years ago.”
That woman, I found out, randomly almost, was an ex-Catholic nun and a repressed lesbian who never married or had children. I never knew that about her all those years. That person advised me on how to destroy my family.
So now I advise anyone who asks me about therapy to avoid it, that finding a therapist who acts from a place of true love and understanding just isn’t possible within the paradigms of this world.
They are all a part of the agenda by the alphabet elites to destroy humanity.
Now that was a rather detouresque sidebar!
To apply this dematerialization concept to life now is a good idea. Raising our vibrations in the face of this 5G, heavy metal, agenda of hatred of all things good onslaught. I look at my children and their spouses, and they are all into witchcraft and paganism and mythology and all things nephilim, based on their beliefs, which are a product of this world. It is breaking my heart. Yet I transcend even that, with LOVE.
I keep sending them ALL my love. I keep my hands busy making them things, writing them things.
I LOVE THEM. I MADE THESE HUMANS IN MY BODY. My names include Mom and Gramma. (Not getting into the cloning part yet, here.)
I was traumatized, and they inherited trauma I inherited. What they do not realize is that through the renewal of spirit by Yehushua / God – the LIGHT – we are reborn and the contract with trauma is ended. In the strong delusion of acceptance and inverted ‘isms’ of this last cataclysmic age, they are completely MATERIALIZED, and of this world. The strong delusion.
“ And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie:” 2 Thessalonians 2:11
BUT the scalar force of LOVE through DNA carries. I carry that knowledge and in moments of frailty in echoes of implanted pain I go within and love them.
LOVE HAS WINGS.
LOVE BREAKS THE CHAINS.
OUR LUNGS ARE WHERE OUR WINGS ATTACH. (This is a thought you can’t unthink now.)
Note made on October 16, 2019: I made this post about 24 hours before learning that Nichole had died. My soul was extremely activated.
Considering The Word spoke the Universe into existence, it is imperative that we know that we are frequency. We ARE frequency. Tartary architecture of cathedrals and institutions uses #cymatics to harvest soul energy (from trauma) from the ether. Electricity comes from this and is collected from the air by wires. They make us pay for our own pain, essentially, and profit in power. Back to the “we are batteries for the matrix” thing. Hollywood reveals what is going on, sorcery spells must be stated, that’s how that works.
In the 1940’s, the music industry set as a recording standard a hertz of 440, as opposed to the 432 natural human hertz. 440 hertz creates anxiety and anger, fuels negative emotions. Many musicians now tune in and record in 432 hertz. You can find a lot of it on youtube and make “healthier” playlists. Also, images can be embedded in sound waves and directly satanic. It is best to avoid 440 radio, records, CDs, TV, and digital transmissions. There are recordings of the Schumann Resonance – the earth’s own EMF, which our heart needs – and you can play them in the background during your days. This helps to protect you from 5G, cellular damage, and spiritual manipulation from demons.
It is necessary to know that the millimeter waves of frequencies can be terribly manipulated to harm us (including animals and all biologic systems, even plants… look at the bee deaths, I wrote about that in 2006 on myspace, before knowledge of this “became a thing”). That’s the entire 5G death system set up to drop us. So discernment is needed. Natural tuning of instruments, especially the psaltery stringed instruments in natural pitch tunings, harp, and bells, can help heal us. Water breaking over rocks in flow. The wind making chimes or shells or shards of pottery and glass gong softly. Heartbeat… breath.
When I was 22, I was in pre-med and worked part-time in a large city hospital as a venipuncture technician, two days in the hospital’s lab, and alternating weekends of “morning rounds”. A woman who was very ill and had been there for awhile (I had drawn her before) was very peaceful and I readied and drew her four tubes. During the second tube, she passed away. I considered whether or not to stop the collection and call a code. I didn’t. She was so very peaceful. I continued the remaining tubes and experienced her spirit leave her body, passing along my hands, and up to the ceiling, where is slowly dissipated through. It was pale blue. It was intensely comforting.
I went to the nurses station, gave them her tubes and told them she had died. Immediately there was a frantic frenzy and I was rushed with them to her room, where they were deciding whether or not to recussitate her. A doctor asked me which doctor I was, looking at my lab coat and badge, realizing I was a new face to him. I told him I was a technician, pointing at my photo ID. He asked me why I didn’t call the code. I answered: “Because she was at peace”. I left. Nothing more was said, and she was not there when I checked again. So, I have seen and felt what you see in this video. It is real.
It is imperative that we raise our frequency. The entire world is an illusion. Only what is NOT seen is real. Wake up, Neo.
“As a retired physician, I can honestly say that unless you are in a serious accident, your best chance of living to a ripe old age is to avoid doctors and hospitals and learn about nutrition, herbal medicine and other forms of natural medicine unless you are fortunate enoughto have a naturopathic physician available. Almost all drugs are toxic and are designed only to treat symptoms and not cure anyone. Vaccines are highly dangerous, have never been proven to be effective, and have a poor risk/reward ratio. Most surgery is unnecessary and most textbooks of medicine are inaccurate and deceptive. Almost every disease is said to be idiopathic (without known cause) or genetic – although this is untrue. In short, our mainstream medical system is hopelessly inept and/or corrupt. The treatment of cancer and degenerative diseases is a national scandal. The sooner you learn this, the better off you will be.” A. Greenberg, M.D.
Instant Idols – Idolizing cooking, degrading life
I will try to keep this a shorter, more concise post, and get to the point. There is a lot to convey, and time is getting dearer and more compressed dimensionally.
I’ve ‘followed’ the blog called “Wellness Mama” for years now, although not ‘religiously’, but, rather, skimming for highlights to take what knowledge worth gleaning. She’s far too materialistic for me – or anyone – and recently has “teamed up” with another blogger entity. After all, it’s business, and about money.
Her newsletter for “The week before Christmas!” (at least she says the word) has at the end of it the pasted-in image of the meme she created for what is known as the Instant Pot, the trendy cooking device that save millenials and paleos and every other Ism of eaters (they do call us “useless eaters”) “TIME” – saving time… Time that is so very precious because everyone running the treadmill of human slavery to maintain a roof over the heads of themselves and their loved ones has little of it, and what they do have is aggressively targeted and reduced in quality.
We now live in a state of scarcity and lack. (Just caught that in the NPR party line story while cruising the radio dial for weather a week-plus back, the ‘guest’ talking about us being in a time of scarcity now… meanwhile the rich are leaching humans dry.)
But I digress.
Behold Wellness Mama’s Instant Pot meme…
What is wrong with this? I ask, what is *right*?
The cooking device that answers the deepest seat of human need, and which is damaged by trauma. Your Instant Pot will make you happy, answer your needs, give you life. Instantly gratifying. The kitchen god. SMH. I ask you: if humans, instead of celebrating holy days (holidays) by eating, which feeds the archons (they are the sh*t they transform from what we take in, and make us die – our bodies were originally ethereal LIGHT bodies), INSTEAD, what if we FASTED, like Ninevah did when given forty days to repent or be destroyed by a cataclysmic event? NINEVAH turned it around in a fraction of that time – three days, even having their CATTLE fast.
Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service, Receiving Gifts, Quality Time, Physical Touch. All of these are elements of being, in their original purity of purpose. Wellness Mama has perverted with this meme every aspect of what it means to be human with consciousness, ethical, just and nurturing. She’s done a David Sedaris, if you will, and completely bastardized LOVE through making an idol (his homosexualized elfdom and stories of childhood and adolescence have ruined millions of lives, as part of the agenda to destroy families and push transgenderism). And she has the gall to recommend the book by Viktor Frankl called Man’s Search For Meaning to her readers (of course linked, like the Instant Pot, to her monetized Amazon account in case they purchase, which they will, because she is a master at hypnotic neurolinguistic programming), Frankl himself, and his writings, just another muddy-the-waters post-existential let’s-make-God-dead elite-pushed author…
I ask you: if humans, instead of celebrating holy days (holidays) by eating, which feeds the archons (they are the sh*t they transform from what we take in, and make us die – our bodies were originally ethereal LIGHT bodies), INSTEAD, what if we FASTED, like Ninevah did when given forty days to repent or be destroyed by a cataclysmic event? NINEVAH turned it around in a fraction of that time – three days, even having their CATTLE fast.
SSI65218 Jonah and the Whale, c.1305 (fresco) by Giotto di Bondone (c.1266-1337) fresco Scrovegni (Arena) Chapel, Padua, Italy Italian, out of copyright
If humans fasted in honor of, at the very least, celebrating LOVE and RELATIONSHIPS THEY TREASURE, would not their vibrations rise? Yes.
LOVE would grow instead of feeding demons within their bodies.
But sadly, that is the way this world is, and few will pass through the eye of the needle.
Fasting: Anathematic to the worldly, not corporation based. Although that could be argued, as THEY made corporations entities, the word derives from the word body. The entire paradigm of consumption would have to be different, a flipped parallel universe of not consuming, not engaging in ceaseless chewing, swallowing, digesting, creating wastes. This world is a business of excrement.
Fasting is key in this process of ascending. We stop feeding the parasites! Our temple of the Most High only God, the body He gave us, is cleansed. Our star light undimmed. I know this post is a bit of a rant, but take what you can and ruminate on it (pun intended 😉 and prepared for this journey by fasting.
[Written about 3PM EST] Let me start by saying that I have been recording the skies all day. From the moment I looked out the kitchen window southward, with the due east to the left of my southern horizon view, which parallels the eastern seaboard coastline, and about sixty miles from Washington DC, I have observed the immediate post-dawn chemtrailling jets stacked one upon the other simultaneously spraying from east to west, low on the horizon, as I looked facing directly south. Literally a dozen lines made by these evil sociopaths. Every day they outdo their egregious days before.
My photographs as the day progressed show exactly the artificial cloud patterns created. Like yesterday, I looked at some of the formations and thought (and at one point inferred in a very short video) it looks like they are hiding crafts (“what are they hiding”). (I’ll post the images of their chemical aerosol stratospheric aerosol injection madness later/soon, and back-link.)
Early in the afternoon (timestamp on the phone photos) I went to use the bathroom and looked out its west-facing window. The cold, white sun was there at about 1-ish location-wise, slightly south-west of west, the sky was bizarrely patterned, and whoa! I said to myself, there is another light in the sky, west. It was shimmering rainbow iridescent like moving oil, in a paisley-shaped changing shape-shifting cloud. I grabbed the (older iPhone) camera, and ran outside, to get better pictures than through window glass. Took shots of it and a video, and then a delivery van drove up, window down, radio blaring, so I stopped filming. Once the vehicle had gone, and I was looking for the light which is just a few seconds was gone, I looked around, then up. DIRECTLY OVER MY HEAD WAS A PERFECT HALF CIRCLE RAINBOW WITH CLEAR SKY IN THE CENTER. *I began to film and document it, took between 2 and three minutes of video, then turned off my camera and went inside.
I live in a church converted into apartments, seven of them. I do know that the owners, business partners who buy buildings for rental properties, told me that they exhumed the grave of the minister who built this church in 1870 and who is buried in the backyard cemetery (there is no yard, only cemetery and parking lot/driveway/stairwell to basement which smells like churchyard mold). They exhumed his grave without legal permit or pastoral presence, so they could dig a poured concrete stairwell and basement entry. His gravestone and casket was lifted out and put back in, his headstone was moved and set away from its original place, as was his casket, and his footstone is sideways. They didn’t even orient it correctly. So, and since I sense and see spirits, that’s some bad ju-ju present. I have talked with three other tenants who have seen orbs and felt a presence which all creeped them out. I have written about how my hat flew off the shelf as if pushed outward a few months back (not my first experience with entities moving things).
I went upstairs to write the experience while it was fresh and as I looked at the two videos I had made of the light, and then the semi-circular portal overhead, after taking a few still photos, I realized that they had each filmed while off, not on. I DID NOT MAKE THAT MISTAKE. I realized with a chilling understanding that my phone/camera had been manipulated by them. *supernatural
Before sitting down to write this, I made a small pot of coffee, to collect my thoughts and listen to some reflection on our spiritual reality on a CD. While I had been outside filming, the already loud harrassing electronic frequencies increased even more, incredulously. (I am always shocked as they keep ramping it up as time goes on, why shocked, I don’t know, and maybe I’ll get over that, but it does help me maintain a sense of humor, in an odd way.) So by the time my coffee was done I checked the sky and it was cleared to the west and south, pretty much. FOR THE FIRST TIME ALL DAY.
I truly believe that the eastern seaboard is under a heavy flotilla of crafts.
Many mornings begin with the sound of very high aircraft and what sounds like supersonic flights and their fighting/evasion/chasing. I don’t know how to really explain that further.
I will also add that my LAPTOP HAS BEEN FUCKED WITH ALL DAY AND IT WILL START UP, NOTHING IS WRONG WITH IT, AND IT SHUTS OFF AS IF FORCED OFF AT THE MOTHERBOARD. ALL DIAGNOSTICS RUN SAY IT’S FINE. I AM A CERTIFIED TECH WHO WORKED FOR AEROTEK, NASA GODDARD AND DISCOVERY CHANNEL. (I now embrace my low credit score 🙂
Just before i went to the bathroom and this all started, I had been – when I got the laptop working after six hours since it went haywire after I got up – writing a blogpost about French president Emmanuel Macron possibly being the antichrist. I had just made an image of YouTube videos in a row, with the search macron antichrist above, and was about to insert it into my wordpress post editor – and the laptop powered off.
And all day I have been thinking that it looks like crafts are being hidden by the chemtrails.
And my granddaughter drew a drawing (she’s almost fourteen now, and gifted) of a large, malevolent fish-like but with gills creature, and eyes, and I saw it on Monday (will get a pic for comparison as soon as I can, have “a call in”) and it was practically pictured in the sky (see photograph) and did she have a precognition of Lucifer, or an alien ship, or evil in the aether, or below; the deep abyss? SAME.
(The larger image below)
I am done recording this. Please Father Creator Most High draw my loved ones to you, unveil their eyes and hearts. My DNA is in them, I love them. We were all lied to. December 19, 2018. (Written on the very old off-network non-wifi laptop which is basically a typewriter, and saving to removeable drives… do not trust the ghosts in the machine…)