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.
Listen to this man. Listen to the end. Look at his website, http://thefullertoninformer.com – I have gone over it with the proverbial fine-toothed comb, and his research is thorough and flawless. He has a brilliant knowledge base of chemistry and nutrition. And he will, every once in a while, have you finding yourself breaking into a grin, and saying out loud “Damn right, Joe! Thank you, man!”
God Bless him, God bless us all.
“At the end of seven hundred years, the laurel will be green once more.”
Anonymous Cathar Troubadour, 13th Century
We’re in that seven hundred year period now.
The significance of the crowns of Laurel leaves placed on the heads of gladiators who were victorious against their enemies, means VICTORY.
This song contains light codes for the listener. It is Le Bouvier – the Hymn of the Cathars, and is the ancient Cathar hymn to the Bootes Constellation and Arcturus. The Bootes constellation is also known as the *Cattle Herder, and in Occitanian dialect is called “Le Bouvier”, phonetically (roughly): ‘ler-boo-yay’. Le Bouvier is the french name for the Bootes constellation, where the star Arcturus is. Sung in ancient Occitan dialect. The translation of the title means “The Herdsman”. A religious chant with the meditative effect of the Buddhist “Om”, this song tells the story of a Cathar herder come home to die, knowing that the Catholic church is going to kill them all. It is the chorus – the a, e, i, o, u – which is the imprint, the trigger for the soul.
English translation: When the herdsman comes back from work, plants his fork, finds his wife at the foot of fire, all discomfited. “If you’re ill say yes! We will make a soup with kohlrabi, a cabbage, a lark thin.” “When I die, bury me deep in the cellar. Put my feet against the wall, the head in the tap. And the pilgrims will take the holy water and say, ‘Who died here? It is the poor Joana, who went to paradise, to heaven with his goats'”.
He makes the water holy with the photons of his spirit as it leaves his body.
(Rainbow Bridge exists.)
“The text of this Cathar hymn contains an encoded message, Joana being the medieval Cathar “church” [emphasis mine, as they were against the institution of religion], which has been weakened and finally eliminated in Southern France (Occitanie) through the horrible Albigensian crusade. The spiritual essence of the Cathars is still vibrating in caves and waters.”– Hans-André Stamm
It is a gift.
Is there a gift higher?
THIS IS SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT.
*And “they” – the nephilim-bloodline illuminati – refer to us as “cattle”.
“When it came to daily life, Cathar habits were also quite different from other groups at the time. For starters, they did not kill anybody, and they even made capital punishment illegal which was unheard of at the time. They also had some habits that modern Gnostics don’t bother with like not eating meat and abstaining from marriage and sex, viewing earthly pleasures as being from the ‘demiurge’ and hence evil (modern Illuminists now view the flesh as requiring to be sated and not ignored – this is Sin for Salvation). They also treated women as equals.” – The Meritocracy Party
Here is a good set of search results of real history, Cathar and Gnostic facts for you <— click that. If you need more links to validate, please ask in comments. You just might need some keyword/vocabulary nudging! Whatever you do, I hope you are spurred to learn, and will engage in communication in the comments.
What do I mean by “light codes for the listener“?
I will do my best to explain this economically.
The computer was created mimicking the human DNA storage based on photons of light, which in arrangement stores data.
Our DNA, therefore, stores knowledge in each cell of our bodies.
This DNA in infinite in its storage capacity. In fact, quantitative science does not have the computing power to measure it.
We press for truth because we sense it (hence the water fluoridation, etc etc: to detach us from our own divinity).
This song activates the knowledge stored within us where our soul is as we are simultaneously in this matrix body incarnation.
The energy stored as photons in all our cells vibrate when we listen to and sing this song, which is in 432 hertz, not the weaponized 440 of the music industry the elite created.
The frequency of this song does more than ground or center the listener: it reorganizes them at the most irreducible level.
The ultimate detox.
WE ARE WHO WE ARE – spiritual beings in a body experience.
Have you noticed the gravatar I created?
This is who I am and who you are.
Photons of pure light.
Light is Love, Love is Creation, Creation is Good, Good Prevails.
Listen. – Author, me
THE ORIGINAL TRUTHERS GAVE LANGUAGE
WHICH THE ANUNNAKI LATER
(imagine language without vowels)
Original Cathar Hymn Lyrics in Occitan, a Catalan French
Can lou bouyè ben de laoura
Planto soun agulhado
A.E.I.O.U. Planto soun agulhado
Troubo sa femno al pè del foc
Se ‘n es malaouto digas oc
Te faren un poutadzé
Amb uno rabo un caoulét
Uno laouzéto magro
Quan séraï morto rébound mé
Al pus pirou de la cabo.
Méttras mous pès à la parét
Lou cap jous la canèlo.
E lous roumious que passaran
Prendran d’aïgo ségnado
E diran: l es mort aïci
Es la paouro Joana.
Que ‘n es anado al paradis
Al cèl ambé sas cabros