Possessed Powerbook, May 2017

Possessed Powerbook, May 2017
This was first posted on Facebook in May 2017

Last night, in the early pre-dawn hours, I rose to awareness from a non-dreaming to a male voice speaking clearly in a strong, clipped tone. I say “rose to awakeness” because at first, with my eyes still closed, my first thought was “Am I dreaming?”, and instantly I knew that I was not dreaming. I pay attention to my dreams. I was not dreaming. It seemed to have been speaking before the sound of the voice penetrated my consciousness.

Outside my bedroom door is my small living room, which is dimly lit by a pink Himalayan salt lamp which is on very low at night: I need the dark to sleep; light keeps me awake. Like an animal alerted to a sound suddenly in its presence to which it instinctively pays attention with full senses, I opened my eyes and sat up on one elbow, looking through the open door toward the direction of the voice, which was still speaking. The living room was bright, as if lit from more than the small salt lamp, powered by a nightlight bulb. As the voice went on, I did not hear the words so much as I felt their intent. I listened, alert and on guard but without the adrenal reflex of fear, for I am committed to banishing fear from my life, and trauma, and all the negative emotions which the archons of our disease feed on within our bodies and energies. I am definitely awake.

My rational mind immediately realized that the voice was not that of my landlord or my neighbors. I do sleep lightly, and if an intruder had forced their way in, I thought I would have heard this, but perhaps not, and was then mentally prepared to quietly get out of bed, grab a weapon and confront the intruder by stealth. All of these thoughts passed in an instant.

And at that very instant, the words became discernible, and I heard “I am in your keyboard” and then the rest of the sentence muffled into only syllables as a flash of light like a glowing plume came out like an effusion from my open powered-off laptop screen on the drop-down desk outside my bedroom door, and the voice was gone, the room once again was only lit softly by the salt lamp on low.

I didn’t feel fear as I processed what I had just seen or heard. I felt confirmation of the evil in this world that I say no to that is at work trying to harvest our souls as it fills our bodies with all the toxins we know and protest. I got out of the bed and walked the ten or so steps into the other room, paying more attention to my inner sense than my five senses already engaged. It felt like something – or someone – had just exited the room. I looked to the right at my computer, which was visibly powered off. Then I saw that I had forgotten to unplug the wifi router, and snapped the power strip switch off. There was a discernible and foreign coldness to the space as I went into the adjoining kitchen, where I saw that the only door to my place was still locked, and all the windows were locked shut save for the bathroom window, with its antique frame and screen, was untouched (I live in a small old cottage).

I knew what it was. I know what it was. It is the dark force which fights to enslave us, and sought to terrify me enough to create a wedge of fear in which to penetrate me. I have been saying no to fear, letting go of trauma, and releasing the sadness of loss which Morgellons has brought me.

This truly is a spiritual battle. As surreal as this experience is, I share it in order to expose its ways. It is the darkness which we must resist and bring to the light.

Laura Rohrer Brooks
May 30, 2017

Note: I stopped using that crafted device and sold it on eBay in April 2018 for a third of what I paid for it. The buyer, a ‘jewish man’ named Stan Katz in Los Angeles, although the Powerbook tracked via USPS tracking as delivered, claimed he did not receive it and PayPal refunded the $735.00 to him. It took me nearly three weeks to have that overturned. I got my local post office to contact the post office that had delivered this demon in a meat suit for seven years at that address to and proof of the code his mail carrier punched into the handheld scanner that the package was delivered into his hands. Presenting these proofs digitally, I was still denied a refund. I made more phone calls and wrote more dispute responses. Finally I demanded a police report for the package as being stolen from his home as the mail carrier had hand delivered it. A PayPal representative admitted ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE HAD BEEN RESPONDING TO THE CASE UP UNTIL THEN. When I requested a police report, within a half an hour of posting that request in the dispute box when the phone call ended (I was using my now unused old iPhone as a computer and could only make calls OR use web, not both simultaneously), within minutes this thief and liar withdrew the complaint, saying “It was on a neighbor’s porch”, squirming backwards with yet another lie, as the USPS had confirmed from the very beginning that it was hand delivered THREE DAYS AFTER I MAILED IT WITH TRACKING.

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21April2020
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THE GANGA RIVER GAVE ME A HALO

Halo definition

On January 13, 2020, I attended a birthday celebration for the son of the babaji at the Mast Ram Ashram in Rishikesh. I was invited by the family, having become friends after I was asked to help their with their business, a prominent high-end hotel offering yoga retreats, doing some content development for their website in exchange for meals and edifying company. India is like that.

After experiencing the feast meal, a first for me here in India, sitting on the ground in rows being served from buckets by monks, and eating off of shaped leaf plates that afterward the cows would consume – no manmade products – the yoga instructor and I went down to the beach to join many others from the immediate family who were sunning, playing games, chatting, doing yoga.

That beach is called GOA BEACH by locals here, as it has a broad expanse of sand, reminiscent of tropical beaches of Goa in the south of India.

I took photos of the banks, people enjoying playing on the rocks and sand, did some headstands and held my tree pose for the longest ever, and then went off to a quiet spot to simply absorb the ambience, relax and meditate. I love people very much, but am a loner at heart. I spread my shawl on the sand about a dozen, maybe fifteen or sixteen  feet from the inner contour shoreline sandbank where there was a quiet inlet, with no rippling waves from river rafting boats, no surges, no one playing and running in and out of the water. I laid down on my back with my head facing away from the early afternoon sun,  and wriggled around like a just-groomed horse in dust to make a comfortable impression of my body shape to rest in, and with my eyes closed and hands in Mudras, began to meditate.  (I learned to make these sand body snugs in Hawaii from a native there when I went to the Big Island in 2012.) My carrybag was against my right side, the strap looped around my arm, as I always do when I am in public places, to prevent theft and loss.

I am not sure how much time had passed: two minutes, five, twenty, but I was suddenly brought to consciousness by the yelling of my yoga instructor, who said “Durga, the water! Get up! You have to move! The water has come up to your head and your computer is going to get wet!”  I looked toward the sound of his voice, opening my eyes. His arm was extending and he was pointing at the inner water’s edge just past my head.

Maa Ganga Water Halo diagram

Having been in a very powerful state of thought-free bliss and forced by his urgency to react, I raised my head and shoulders, turning toward where he was standing and gesturing at, and brought myself up, my right hand pushing against the sand. I saw that there was a straight, narrow and absolutely direct channel coming from the inner bank that ended in a circle which had stopped just inches from the depression my head had left in the sand. Vaibov, the yog, looked very alarmed, and as I continued to stand up, not taking my eyes from what I saw, I looked for a reason, some irregularity of current, something – anything – that would cause this, and was it moving even at all, this water. I asked him how much time had passed since I’d laid down, and he said he didn’t know. That he “looked over and the water had all at once come up to me.”

Standing now, I looked from the left to the right of where this absolutely straight and solitary channel had made its way to my head. There was no rushing current on the bank. No rocks or branches, no animals, no sand bar. No footsteps. No plastic bags, trash, turtles, fish… no wind.

THERE WAS NO NATURALLY OCCURRING, RATIONAL EXPLANATION FOR THE PHENOMENA.

By then others began running over to see what Vaibhov and I were looking at. It was inexplicable, and everyone there saw it. The water of the Holy Ganga River had deviated from its own course and made a perfect circle halo at the top of my head, my crown chakra. And it stopped there. As we watched, standing, that was as far as the water went, and eventually the sand resumed its shape as if a hand brushed it back into place.

NatureIsGOD350p All there with me witnessed this. The son of the babaji whose birthday it was who owns the hotel said I was “blessed by Nature Herself” (their family is Sikh, and they conceptualize GOD as nature).

I only know that I felt very happy, in a quiet and still place within. I felt honored, and this event was a confirmation of something inside so profound I can only say that it is supernatural and very real. I was shown love by the angel of water, the water from heaven, the Ganges River. I am indeed blessed. No mechanical reason exists fot this happening, the deviation of water in a perfect channel to form a perfect pool at the top of my head in the sand. It wasn’t windy, there were no branches or debris or rock promontories on the channel’s water and bank edges to have caused some singular current to do what we all saw. The inlet was still, no ripples. If only someone had thought to take a photo! I did not, enraptured in a moment more profound even than when I had my son Max by a completely natural VBAC (vaginal birth after caesarean).

Water is LIFE. I go to the the Mother Ganga as often as I can. I don’t make a ceremony of it: no need. After the welcome I received from this Universal Emissary of The Divine Consciousness, the very water of heaven, I feel an abiding inner gnosis (knowledge of Truth) of who I AM. There is no question. It’s like the fruit of any chosen yoga: writing, sewing, making art, gardening and horseback riding and the voice and heartbeat of the Creator: LOVE. Pure peace and boundless bliss.

I keep Ganga water close, in a jug next to my head as I sleep has a resonance stronger than any structured water one could make with intention and words. I say this with the certaintude of experience firsthand, having used cymatics to structure both my pure distilled drinking water and kombucha I make with words. Kombucha Cymatics Structured diptych 500p Besides blessing myself with it, and sprinkling it in my living space, its very presence eliminates archonic negative energies for more powerfully than any organite, shungite or ormus. This is the waters which were divided, and I’m graced to share what happened here with you.

Namasté and hari OM.

© Tea and Twilight Circus, 2020
http://eatingtoascend.com and
http://teaandtwilightcircus.com

MY GANGA RIVER WATER HALO

Halo definition

On January 13, 2020, I attended a birthday celebration for the son of the babaji at the Mast Ram Ashram in Rishikesh. I was invited by the family, having become friends after I was asked to help their with their business, a prominent high-end hotel offering yoga retreats, doing some content development for their website in exchange for meals and edifying company. India is like that.

After experiencing the feast meal, a first for me here in India, sitting on the ground in rows being served from buckets by monks, and eating off of shaped leaf plates that afterward the cows would consume – no manmade products – the yoga instructor and I went down to the beach to join many others from the immediate family who were sunning, playing games, chatting, doing yoga.

That beach is called GOA BEACH by locals here, as it has a broad expanse of sand, reminiscent of tropical beaches of Goa in the south of India.

I took photos of the banks, people enjoying playing on the rocks and sand, did some headstands and held my tree pose for the longest ever, and then went off to a quiet spot to simply absorb the ambience, relax and meditate. I love people very much, but am a loner at heart. I spread my shawl on the sand about a dozen, maybe fifteen or sixteen  feet from the inner contour shoreline sandbank where there was a quiet inlet, with no rippling waves from river rafting boats, no surges, no one playing and running in and out of the water. I laid down on my back with my head facing away from the early afternoon sun,  and wriggled around like a just-groomed horse in dust to make a comfortable impression of my body shape to rest in, and with my eyes closed and hands in Mudras, began to meditate.  (I learned to make these sand body snugs in Hawaii from a native there when I went to the Big Island in 2012.) My carrybag was against my right side, the strap looped around my arm, as I always do when I am in public places, to prevent theft and loss.

I am not sure how much time had passed: two minutes, five, twenty, but I was suddenly brought to consciousness by the yelling of my yoga instructor, who said “Durga, the water! Get up! You have to move! The water has come up to your head and your computer is going to get wet!”  I looked toward the sound of his voice, opening my eyes. His arm was extending and he was pointing at the inner water’s edge just past my head.

Maa Ganga Water Halo diagram

Having been in a very powerful state of thought-free bliss and forced by his urgency to react, I raised my head and shoulders, turning toward where he was standing and gesturing at, and brought myself up, my right hand pushing against the sand. I saw that there was a straight, narrow and absolutely direct channel coming from the inner bank that ended in a circle which had stopped just inches from the depression my head had left in the sand. Vaibov, the yog, looked very alarmed, and as I continued to stand up, not taking my eyes from what I saw, I looked for a reason, some irregularity of current, something – anything – that would cause this, and was it moving even at all, this water. I asked him how much time had passed since I’d laid down, and he said he didn’t know. That he “looked over and the water had all at once come up to me.”

Standing now, I looked from the left to the right of where this absolutely straight and solitary channel had made its way to my head. There was no rushing current on the bank. No rocks or branches, no animals, no sand bar. No footsteps. No turtles, fish… no wind.

THERE WAS NO NATURALLY OCCURRING, RATIONAL EXPLANATION FOR THE PHENOMENA.

By then others began running over to see what Vaibhov and I were looking at. It was inexplicable, and everyone there saw it. The water of the Holy Ganga River had deviated from its own course and made a perfect circle halo at the top of my head, my crown chakra. And it stopped there. As we watched, standing, that was as far as the water went, and eventually the sand resumed its shape as if a hand brushed it back into place.

NatureIsGOD350p All there with me witnessed this. The son of the babaji whose birthday it was who owns the hotel said I was “blessed by Nature Herself” (their family is Sikh, and they conceptualize GOD as nature).

I only know that I felt very happy, in a quiet and still place within. I felt honored, and this event was a confirmation of something inside so profound I can only say that it is supernatural and very real. I was shown love by the angel of water, the water from heaven, the Ganges River. I am indeed blessed. No mechanical reason exists fot this happening, the deviation of water in a perfect channel to form a perfect pool at the top of my head in the sand. It wasn’t windy, there were no branches or debris or rock promontories on the channel’s water and bank edges to have caused some singular current to do what we all saw. The inlet was still, no ripples. If only someone had thought to take a photo! I did not, enraptured in a moment more profound even than when I had my son Max by a completely natural VBAC (vaginal birth after caesarean).

Water is LIFE. I go to the the Mother Ganga as often as I can. I don’t make a ceremony of it: no need. After the welcome I received from this Universal Emissary of The Divine Consciousness, the very water of heaven, I feel an abiding inner gnosis (knowledge of Truth) of who I AM. There is no question. It’s like the fruit of any chosen yoga: writing, sewing, making art, gardening and horseback riding and the voice and heartbeat of the Creator: LOVE. Pure peace and boundless bliss.

I keep Ganga water close, in a jug next to my head as I sleep has a resonance stronger than any structured water one could make with intention and words. I say this with the certaintude of experience firsthand, having used cymatics to structure both my pure distilled drinking water and kombucha I make with words. Kombucha Cymatics Structured diptych 500p Besides blessing myself with it, and sprinkling it in my living space, its very presence eliminates archonic negative energies for more powerfully than any organite, shungite or ormus. This is the waters which were divided, and I’m graced to share what happened here with you.

Namasté and hari OM.

© Tea and Twilight Circus, 2020
http://eatingtoascend.com and
http://teaandtwilightcircus.com

Understanding This Matrix EMF Prison

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.

Human Body Organ Frequencies

Exposure to low millimeter waves from 5G wireless, IoT devices, LED light, etc destroys our organs by distorting their natural higher frequency, causing DNA destruction

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.

The seventh seal

Please read all of this, to survive the cataclysm arriving now.

Sky Documentation Gallery: Chemtrails, Anomaly / Angel – December 19, 2018

I posted this gallery of images shot yesterday, when I blogged about the angel I saw and the sky portal which was in the sky directly over my house, not conciously knowing that at about the same time I was posting this gallery on the 20th, my daughter-in-law Nichole died… RIP Nichole, I love you. The illuminati cabal Sackler family developed and spread Oxycontin and Fentanyl, profiting murderously, and is responsible for the addictions and deaths caused by these drugs.https://www.businessinsider.com/who-are-the-sacklers-wealth-philanthropy-oxycontin-photos-2019-1?op=1

#SAS #stratosphericaerosolspray #geoengineering #chemtrails #weaponized #weather #warfare #depopulation #agenda21 #agenda2030 #agenda2050 #fentanyl #opiates #GeorgiaGuidestones #elite #scarcity #sky #ANGEL #portal #anomaly #CERN #prophecy #dimensionalshift #plasma #time #photogallery #photojournalism #SacklerFamily #TRUTH

Sky Anomaly next to sun, 19Dec2018, © @EatingToAscend

A LIGHT IN THE SKY IN EARLY AFTERNOON THAT DISAPPEARED LEAVING RAINBOW HALF-CIRCLE PORTAL DIRECTLY OVER ME

A LIGHT IN THE SKY IN EARLY AFTERNOON THAT DISAPPEARED LEAVING RAINBOW HALF-CIRCLE PORTAL DIRECTLY OVER ME, December 19, 2018

It was large, as large as the moon would be if in that spot the way things used to be (for reference, now all bets are off).

[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.

And as I type, my head is feeling TREMENDOUS PRESSURE, LIKE A VISE HAS GRIPPED MY SPINE ABOUT C-3 OR C4, AND MY HEAD IS BEING SQUEEZED. This feeling is not pleasant, and, like the chemtrails, is a new level of bad.
How much of this is due to CERN and the entities they are summoning.

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.

Closeup of cloud fishcraft 19Dec2018 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)
Fishcraft in clouds, December 19, 2018

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…)

(Posted the day before my daughter-in-law Nichole Travers Little Cabana died at the blood-stained hands of the Sackler family’s drug fentanyl.)

SAGE ADVICE: EMBRACE A LOW CREDIT SCORE

We make a difference, every one of us.

It’s a long story, lol, but our DNA carries the information we need to return to our spiritual state, and our love carries others, our vibrations. This is why they force GMOs upon us, to dilute and break our genetic code as spiritual beings, and hybridize us with their own (reptilian in nature, or… worse…) I will be writing about that.

And a factoid reminder regarding “Natural Flavor” in food (if labelled, even). Don’t eat it. All but 7 of the tech giant Synomyx’s 77 patents refer to the use of HEK 293 (human embryonic kidney) cells, which researchers have used for decades as biological workhorses. (Yet everyone believes SNOPES for “fact checking”. Soros, anyone?)

I want to share something beautiful and inspiring. I got a call from a young mother on her way back from her 3 month old son’s first postnatal visit. She nurses him and stood her ground on NO VACCS. I met him at <4 weeks old, and he is PERFECT, alert – you can sense that ~someone is home in there~ . Well, the doctor (she put off earlier “scheduled” pediatrician visits knowing it was unneccesary/invasive. SHE IS 23, the mom) pushed hard but when she stood firm she was asked to sign a waiver. She refused, heeding the advice DO THIS WHEN YOU REFUSE A VACCINE – sign NOTHING. But she read it… And called me when she left the office to tell me that it would have incriminated her for allowing her son to spread the diseases she refused to vaccinate for to other children.

THEY ARE BLATANT IN THEIR SHUNTING OF DEPOPULATION RESPONSIBILITY, PLACING BLAME FOR THEIR OWN COMPLICIT DEATH-SPREADING ONTO THE INNOCENTS WHO REFUSE TO TAKE PART IN IT, BUT SIGN THE WAIVER.

WHEN YOU REFUSE A VACCINE, SIGN N O T H I N G.

I just turned down a “good” part-time job because they demanded a TB tine test. I could refuse the HepC vacc but not the tine… so, no job for me. I don’t trust them a bit; they’re not puncturing my skin with anything.

See what they are doing?

They are corralling the herd into death chutes. Not only physically, but more chilling, soul traps. The GMOs and heavy metals divorce you from who you were created to be (unless, of course, you’re a demon… good luck with that [sic]).

NOW IS THE TIME TO EMBRACE THE GRACE AND TRUE NOBILITY OF A LOW CREDIT SCORE.

The social credit system has been in place a long, long time. We just see it now.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY MY DAUGHTER

It is with a heavy heart I live today. Yet simultaneously I live in JOY.

Today my daughter Emily (who my son named my granddaughter – his daughter, after my daughter his older and only sister – after) has turned 39. This day she was born.

I mailed her a gift package to the address I knew four years ago. I hope it gets to her.

A carved Pink Himalayan Salt votive candle holder, a pair of hand-sewn curtains in a block-print vintage Victorian blown rose fabric, and an eight-page letter.

I cannot describe the profundity inherent in the challenge of being made dead by my own family. I am existentially erased. In their minds.

Me, I’ve actually let go.

Detox and removing vampiric layers will do that for a person!

All things possible with the Most High God, in this illusion of a world!

I work very hard to center within the seat of my soul to feel God’s Goodness within myself. To not succomb to the evil that so derailed my life from birth. I have come to the conclusion that I have very little genetic serpent seed in my genes. That my task as an Elect in this incarnated flesh skin is to return to the first estate. I knew my VMAT2 was high… but at this point, realizing and seeing all I do, seeing others begin to discover what I have always known within, I see why I was targeted so early – from birth – and “never amounted to anything”, no matter how manythings I tried. Something always happened, and it was usually a death, or illness, or emergency. That’s how Satan works.

The Ice Flow of my life now
Written in a #nanowrimo slam last month

 

So whatever brings your day to you Emily, know that you are loved beyond measure.

Not only by me. I just birthed you (yes, my DNA call your name).

By GOD and Yehushua the Messiah Christ.

I know that the DNA in you will win. GOOD PREVAILS: all things in Christ.

I love you, my dear daughter! Happy Birthday!

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