How It Began

September 30, 2019

This is a world in which children are a teased, prodded, tantalized, traumatized, tortured, raped, cannibalized and eaten alive and murdered in order that the fallen angel “alien” dieties (the Annunaki of Mesopotamia and Sumer provide the most evidence, but it precedes those ages), who do not have the mitochondrial capacity body type to metabolize light energy in food, so they harvest children, adults, animals – all living things.

My first memory was waking up at age nine months, tied into a metal-barred white-enamelled crib spread-eagled, held down in an X-shaped crucifix form of ACE Bandages, in pain, unable to move. That is my first memory.

My mother was a Washington, D.C. cardiac research nurse and I was used in government experiments to monitor my reaction to what was being done to me. My body functions of urination and defecation were controlled with diuetics, laxatives and enemas. I was kept sedated on Paregoric, a Class-5 liquid opiate, and forced to live on my back.

After two years of this, my mother’s brother who had been an Air Force Pilot in the Korean War, and had become an architect an gentleman farmer who built the grotto in Emmittsburg, MD, the Marian Visions of the Black Sun took place at, discovered what was being done to me after I had been released from the crib and my father raped me on the kitchen counter. When he left for the day (he had been in the US Navy in their band for four years on a ship, and was getting his Bachelors Degree in Music at the U of MD), I went to the bathroom and got the bottle of Bayer’s children’s orange-flavored aspirin and ate the hole bottle, to try to kill myself. I had already pulled the shells of my two turtles off, hiding behind the couch, so see what dying was. My mother has told me, because I liked the orange taste of baby aspirin, and apparently had a lot of it those two years in the crib being data-collected for the CIA’s MK Ultra pilot projects Monarch and Mannequin, that it would kill me. I needed to know what dead was. So I killed Tinkerbell and Sam, and, sobbing, ate the baby aspirin, crawled under my parents bed, and a thunderstorm came. My stomach hurt and I cried. My mother found me and made it all even worse by making me drink some awful yellow syrup (Ipecac), and I vomited. When my father came home I was whipped with a belt. I couldn’t count yet, but at some point I passed out.

Have you seen this face? That’s my mother.

My uncle took me from my parents to his farm in Flintstone, Maryland. Since I was only two, and he had to work (he was building the hospital that was in Cumberland), and my three cousins (one, P.B., was in the Montauk projects while he was in the Navy, and was top_stones_story_web severely damaged, and he became a medical officer at Fort Detrick, where in 1996 he would tell me they made AIDS) were not much older than I was, my uncle put a dog harness on me and attached the dog chain to it and an old bulldozer tire which he filled with sand and toys, and placed it at the edge of the tributary to the Potomac River that ran through his farm. A cooler with drinks and sandwiches was there and the chain was just the right length to prevent me from drowning. That was the summer of 1961 and I was two. He knew that was a much safer existence for me that what my parents were using me for. This caused a lot of tension, but I am grateful for his intervention, although it didn’t last long, it saved my life, I am sure. I was able to visit his farm until age ten. He too was under attack, like his own uncles, he resisted the cabal, refused to become a Freemason, and he died an unnatural death prematurely.

My nightmares were of hiding from Nazi stormtroopers with dogs, and I was protecting my brothers and other kids, hiding us in walls, cabinets, cellars, and hanging upside-down from the silver-plated box springs of beds, the aluminum-flake metal getting into

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Another of my first Photoshop pieces in 1997 now. The doll behind me was my mother’s. I used dolls cathartically.

my eyes, holding onto their arms and legs as they were discovered and pulled out of our hiding places. The dogs ripped at our clothing, bit our faces and bodies, snarling. Many were lost like this. I learned to use my forearm to pry open their jaws, and with my left hand, push their snout back, poking my fingers into their eyes. It only slowed them down, but it was self-defense.

This is just the beginning. Now I have decoded much of it. Here’s my “bio”, leaving out the part about my “second husband”, a newsman in the nation’s capital who is secretly a wanna-be transgender (he uses herbs and dresses cross in private, afraid to be discovered) who conspired to have me murdered in 2012. Miraculously, the shotgun shell missed my skull by a fraction of an inch, although it burned me. After the lifetime of MK Ultra, V2K, the satanic ritual abuse, the sabotage, destabilizing, the persecution, the killing of loved ones, the surviving “accidents:, arson attempts, being targeted by the gang in Fulton Hill in Richmond, losing my business, my animals, my home my art my lifetime of work my vehicles my health – LYME AKA MORGELLONS INFECTED WITH SMARTDUST BY THEM – I lost my family.
I DO NOT BACK DOWN.

I HATED Walt Disney films: FANTASIA was my trigger film father forced me to watch for two days.
I hated caves, and still do. And parking garages, and tunnels. And sleeping bags. You know why. And suffocating and drowning. I have drowned three times and been revived, but that’s not the only count. Yet I love to climb the mountains! SenecarocksWVclimb4julu97

I began speaking out in 2007 on MySpace, telling the world about the Bee Colony Collapse. When Facebook launched, I told all my “friends” repeatedly that it
is a voluntary CIA surveillance input database we are feeding ourselves into”.
I was ridiculed for that.
Now it is common knowledge.
For some reason, the only media I am “allowed” to use is WordPress, and that onlyand even then, it is hacked, posts are edited or removed. The youtube channels I have started are jammed. Videos have words replaced, moved around, lose meaning, no views, subscriber counts cap. Channels deleted.  And I am constantly hacked. At first I thought it was my newsman ex, who I had to inform the VA state police and IC3 about in 2016. Now it’s the social credit scoring done by the cabal.

I have seen the UFO crafts – all kinds – since age 3 or 4 (at the farm first) and as recently as last month, twice in one week here. I have had premonitions of the coming cataclysm that we are facing now, my brother’s death, my mother’s suicide attempt when I was 11 (I stopped it, she was in a coma, naked, beet-red, covered in foam, slimy clear froth coming from her mouth).

I have experienced ghosts, poltergeist and demons in my space since childhood as well. Once a woman died while I was drawing her blood when I was in pre-med at a Johns Hopkins Hospital (it was peaceful, her spirit passed through both of us and circled the ceiling and left. It was tranquil and affirming, I was 22).

At age 5, on a Baltimore television show on WJZ13, I loved to watch at home on Sunday afternoons, the host was a kind hobo in a gray suit. During each show, the children would all free-dance to classical music the likes of Erik Satie: interpretive. At home I dance my heart out. My father got me a ticket to be on the show, drove me there in the Dodge in the photo on this page and when it was time to dance, I wouldn’t. I felt as if I didn’t belong there then. Lorenzo (the “hobo” host – Stu Kerr was his name) knelt in front of me as I sat in a folding chair alone, all the children dancing, and askjed me – the cameras rolling – why I wasn’t dancing with the other children. “Because I’m not a child”, I answered. I was beaten for that, and once home, received lashes with the buckle end of the belt on my bare bottom.

At seven I began calling the police on my parents, but after the second call, I stopped, I couldn’t walk for the wounds from the belt buckle and broken yardsticks on my buttocks, thighs and calves. I stopped crying then, a silent rebellion.

The church was an escape, and the school ignored every word I said. I dared not tell anyone else.

Occasionally I would awake at a different age, time or place. I’d draw it, write stories, and it was said that I had a great imagination, was a dreamer.

By age ten, my parents were divorced. My father, high in the Elks Lodge heirarchy, MA in Music Howard County teacher, deacon of our church impregnated a young neighbor and it gets worse. Mother, an ICU night nurse fulltime, made me stop playing anymore and be her personal slave Cinderella and she was Mommie-dearest. She had a man move in who was a Roman Catholic from Highlandtown, John Anthony Baronowski. He and she were big-time swingers. I was drugged alot and used at his parties when she was at work. He was a pimp in Baltimore and had a string of hookers, passing off a fake career as a Baltimore City Police Detective with a fake badge. I found this out from my best friend Susie Collum’s dad, who worked as an engineer at Westinghouse nearby. He had compassion for me because I was kind, and had the three brothers and running the house on my young shoulders. I did everything by sixth grade. Everything. My mother and “Mr. John” ‘swung’.

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Here is a picture of a demon releasing from her. I took it. I saw it then.

Mr. John drugged me and tried to burn the house down with my brothers in it, and I saved us. He had left. That was in the middle of the night in February of 1970. My dog Dutchie saved us really. She jumped on my bed, barkig, despite the two “hot toddies” he had me drink because “couldn’t sleep because I feel like something bad is going to happen”. That something bad was pouring gasoline all over the kitchen curtains and setting the house on fire so they could collect on the Gerber Child Life Insurance Policies my mother had just taken out. She had had me bring her home the papers from Catonsville Elementary School. I asked for them in the office, Miss Hall gave them to me.

Someone in a video just said people are having problems remembering their past(s). Not me.

So here we were, me, Jay, Charlie and David, barefoot in snow, and I ran to Miss Bruchey’s next door and banged, calling the police and fire department. Mr. John came running up just as they arrived, and must have watched from a distance around the corner, then gone around the alley and come down the driveway from the back. He ran up and said “Thank God you got here, it’s horrible”, and pretended to cry. He threw himself on the ground and pretended he was suffering. I looked at him, a sixth grade girl, still outside in the snow barefoot, and screamed “YOU DID THIS!”

It gets worse… My mother drove up and he became a crisis actor.
After that I began to imagine them dying in a car accident, praying for forgiveness for the thoughts. In my dreams I tore him and other men’s eyes out, jumping on their backs from behind. I was staunchly virtuous, and suffered constant beatings, being burned, bruised, bones broken. My brothers… oh my god.

Charlie was driven to commit suicide at age 20, and event I had a vision of but could not stop. The other two are still alive, if you call it that.

So when the CIA came to collect their supersoldier in her twelfth grade year, I said no.
Those are just a few high spots.
Here I am.
They (the Annunaki interdimensional parasites who rule this world) don’t let a person succeed who does that.
My great uncles suffered similar fates career-wise, Uncle Homer even losing his entire valley because he left the DuPont wing of Post WWII Operation Paperclip. He tried to get so far from them he bought an entire valley in California, and had to go in and out by plane, helicopter, or guywire and pulleys. (I even met a man online last year who grew up hearing about my great uncle!) – the movie Chinatown is about that land they flooded. They took his land. I ended up living with Uncle Homer on the farm he had after that in St. Mary’s County, Maryland. It’s Amish now. He’s long passed.

The early days of the projects involved extremely invasive methods with drug classes and handlers who had less finesse than the eighties and nineties. Also, the saturation and vernacular of commercial pop culture and children in the gamer world hadn’t biased interpretation of what was happening.

The MK Ultra ran out of Spring Grove State Hospital, just across the beltway bridge. We used to go watch the Leary LSD experiments on the weekends, and saw and heard what I don’t like to describe. The Catonsville Nine draft record burning was dome with chemicals mixed by a member who became my UMBC Physics instructor. Small world. michael-jackson-blood-on-the-dance-floor-350x352 My high school friend Will Wilson went on the paint Michael Jackson’s BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR album cover. He’s then one who took me to the CIA’s Forever Family cult.

I remember when the entities would visit me, and their forms which went through walls, or came through radios and televisions, like now, but more evident then. More visible.

My children made art about the cloning centers before they went to the dentist, who gave them fluoride treatments. Dear GOD I wish I had known then. I should have listened to their father, Jamie, my husband. He told me fluoride was used by the Nazis in concentration camps, but I didn’t understand yet. But he had already been fractured, himself a butterfly from DC used in sex trade as a child by his father, the then-Chaplain of Fort Meade Military Base. The clientele they were passed around in included being at the *author Tom Wolfe‘s home, and they were still friends with his clone son of same name, dress (white suit) and affectations. We “partied” together.

The images of my two children are black and white photographs I took, developed and printed. My daughter’s is infrared, my son’s is Tri-X. Note the starfish… sure you have.

After I was left homeless by this reptilian mass media shill whose YouTube banner literally is the station’s mast truck he operates, set up at Sandy Hook, the whole setup behind – he is the one who wrote “I’m in news, I lie for a living” publicly, in 2013 – and then I was targeted with Lyme and developed Morgellons Syndrome, the canary-in-the-coal-mine reaction true children of the Light with a high VMAT2 gene expression have. Because we are extra small, atom-sized, atom-us.

I’ll stop there. I’m grateful others speak out too. It helps to be specific. Makes a person more believable. Of course in the case of a child, then that’s different. I love you all, and each of us is a wayshower. There is great deception, and we cannot even conceive of what joy awaits us soon. We are refined by The Purifier, so stand. Or as I said in last night’s post, RISE

Namasté.

*A bonfire of the vanities is “a burning of objects condemned by authorities as occasions of sin“.  Now there’s a Luciferian inversion for you, them passing us through the fire.

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THE PARTING OF THE VEILS

September 21, 2019

(Now we know why the whole “KEEP CALM AND” memes became ‘A THING’.) #redfilter

 

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The distiller seems to be working more quickly because of the time distortion. For the last few months (that feels odd to say, as if off) it has been slow. I was concerned it was clogged. But it’s not clogged, each day it varied (the time it took) in when it finished. As a biological machine, I feel time within, especially at my age, and having some good practices of lifestyle, like sleep on a diurnal pattern. I don’t use LEDs, and if any are around (the kitchen stove, the air conditioner plug, the essential oil diffuser), I cover them (electrical tape works well). I keep my electrical outlets shielded, wear shungite, have organite I made around, and Pink Himalayan salt blocks (in heart shapes). The computer is linked to the internet when I choose it to be with a CAT5 cable modem, and I unplug that when not online. WiFi is disabled in my computer. I do not have a smartphone or tablet or any other artificially intelligent devices which pulse LED and microwaves that control a body’s biodome. I continue to detox, increasingly free of any strongholded parasites as the years of detox continue. This is my fourth year, and I began in December 2015.
It is so imperative that you minimize these low frequency waves in your living zone, your biosphere.

These archons we call parasites are passed in utero (and breastmilk!), through the RNA of the hitchhiker parasite crossing the placental barrier via the mother’s blood, which carries genetic information. This is why people are instructed not to fornicate (sex with partners who are not their husband or wife), or commit bestiality. I am still unsure, but is hitchhiker RNA in the mother’s and father’s DNA as well, or does that come after birth from the toxic world? It is the light itself that is who we are, materializing at the vesica piscis called conception. We truly ARE the Creator’s image in small form, and upon conception begin the psychical dying process which begins with cell division. This organic process is the one process that cannot be duplicated. It was attempted and what grows are ticks and golems. And then there is the disturbing homunculous. 

Immediately after conception as the cells collide then multiply, a flash of light occurs when the sperm and egg join. It is my observation at this point that the human male and female genetic contributions to life may indeed include the parasitic hitchhiker DNA disclosed by the now-deceased colleague of Steve Quayle, who was an Illuminati family member who came to a place within his consciousness in which he felt convicted of the LIGHT, and had his blood tested for his genetics. He wanted to know if he could be saved based on his geneology, since he had been born into the reptilian guild or darkness. His DNA differed from other humans. He had an extra component, one which is unnatural. As described in the article by Quayle, tiny hook-like entities which attached to the human DNA helix structure. Humans do not naturally have this, but it is introduced into our bodies in the toxic, miscegenated world. What occurs as the sperm and ovum unite is pure human genetic material, not alien. This is why the Tribe of Israel, the Hebrews, were instructed to live in tents nomadically, not in the seventy nations’ cities. Herds on the move have less parasites, a fact livestock owners know from experience. They were instructed not to eat certain things, and be vegetarians, not to have sex with anyone other than their opposite sex mate. The Law of the Universal is the Light of Creation with a Universal Consciousness every incarnated human being has the choice to seek within themselves. Unless one detoxes the veils cannot part. The veils are created by the parasites and the parasites are the indwelling archons, the formless ones who take opportunistic shapes in bodies and build strongholds in our blood, bones and organs. They have strength in numbers as they weaken their host’s ability to perceive and use her/his will and structure their daily lives intentionally.

One looks around now and sees all cultures as sick now. Calling groups of peoples ‘cultures’ is no accident. They are all infected with bacteria and viruses. The MRSA and staphyllococcus and other bacterias – think of Lyme Diseases’ spectrum of them for a recent example of a bacterial bioweapon created by the world rulers‘ enforcing arms divisions and a continuation of the Tuskeegee Experiment, Spanish Flu, all influenzas, tuberculosis, ad infinitum, IT’S NOT NATURAL, WHAT IS NATURAL IS HEALTH AND LONGEVITY – these superbug [sic] infections are CULTURES when they are made. That is the ‘scientific’ term for them. The material body in this corporeal world of matter as punishment is subject – another term intentionally used, all language has meaning, connection, and is weaponized and must be decoded – to the desires of the flesh, for the body kills the soul. The soul is the light flash observed at the moment of conception. At conception it is pure and unadulterated. This is the empty jar in The Parable of The Jars from The Gospel of Thomas. How a human lives with choices of his or her will determines how the soul will be shaped and what becomes of it at physical death. This is what the system is, and Truthscrambler’s most recent blogpost just did a good basic outline to help others understand this. The post he did before that is his article about my work in bringing the truth about parasites and the fraud of disease to the world.

The bottom line is that – and this is going to sound a lot like Buddhism, Hindu faiths, or Tolle or Hicks, or Sufism, or the non-politicized new world order agenda pure Qu’ran, but it’s what Jesus taught in the Essene Gospels of Peace when the Most High took bodily form to tell the world that the Kingdom of Heaven was inside their own selves. We were given the information to form our spirits into beautiful Light Beings – the stars we see – but it was occulted (occult means hidden, and FYI in the ‘medical world’, “occult blood” in the stool is a sign of dis-ease). The cloning centers are real. The underground bases. The Annunaki reptilian fallen angel race who introduced their genes which Monsanto patented, GMOs of Ecdysone-enabled cross-kingdom (look at the words!) replication, AKA Morgellons – want humans to succumb to the flesh so their empty jars can be filled with darkness and the spirit of Light they were born with can not accomplish it’s destiny in this bodies incarnated lifetime. The SOUL will be forced to repeat the process, as eventually, like the law of physics “energy is never gained or lost”, they will return to source. This is how they use us as batteries, as we are forced to repeat this cycle which in this post THE SOUL SHAPING LAW occurs. They are using technologies to harvest us as human life resources, and the traumas they create, the endless wars and suffering, allow them to squeeze out from us all they can while at the same time enabling them to have walk-in bodies to dwell in. #WheelOfLife

This is all laid out in the time spans of the Kali Yugas, and in other “cultures” stories. All of their technology is their never-ending use of devices and craft and pharmakeia, all words which appear in the ancient texts including the canonized roman empire bible. Of the seventy nations listed in the ancient texts, it was the guardian angel Sama-el, who came to be called Lucifer, who was assigned to be the diety protectorate of Rome. Digital, craft (witchcraft which is word spells, images, makeup, drinks, food, medicines, plant intelligences used wrongly, skills including abortion, frequencies, devices (computers, cameras, etc) and drugs of pharmakeia and the medical world are all their tools to PREVENT THE SPIRIT OF THE ALL WHICH IS THE FLASH OF LIGHT SEEN AT CONCEPTION FROM BECOMING A REALIZED SOUL LIGHT BODY UPON PHYSICAL DEATH. This meat suit we wear is a test. We are conceived as pure light. They consume humans for light because they have none.

They are truly vampires, narcissists, and psychopaths. Why does evil even exist? Why does this happen? This is the ages-old philosophical question people ask, arguing about God why if God was so good he let satan exist or wars, or death. There are some things beyond our understanding but there do exist answers to these questions that survived the deluges, and so are other texts that are in the secret archives of the Vatican and private world ruler collections, yet hidden from public knowledge BECAUSE KNOWING THIS INFORMATION IS LIBERATION FROM THEIR OPPRESSION. These days we are in now are the days of another deluge, but this one is prophecied to be fire, and the purification of this earth of the reptilian race. The scale is at once cosmological in a universal planet and asteroid-sized sense and atomic (Atom = Adam, the first man they miscegenated) and we humans are conceived as LIGHT and these interdimensional parasites have been harvesting us for ages. Four hundred and thirty-four thousand years ago (give or take a thousand) Thoth (Enki, Hermes Trimestigus, Enoch, Ahriman) wrote The Emerald Tablets on indestructible green-colored plates which are only emerald in color: their molecular composition is inexplicable. He wrote about how he found this world, flying around looking for a world to exist in after being ejected from the presence of the Most High. It took nine days (how long is a day cosmologically?) for him to descend (fall) and attain physicality. The crafts he and the other dieties flew were part body, and less controls than imagined. They were also part animal. You must bring into your consideration of this the merkavah, seraphim, cherubim, chariots of fire, and even the flying monkeys, horses and elephants of the ancient Vimyana of India, and the monkeys depicted in the movie THE WIZARD OF OZ. Are we digital holograms, thoughts as programs in the mind of the Most High God? Does the unnameable, unknowable utilize computers, or are computers replicants themselves? If SOURCE, the Most High, THE LAW who created the creation act of LIGHT is unknowable, how can 3D, 4D or higher beings define SOURCE if SOURCE is so many spheres removed that there exists no capacity to imagine the unimaginable? Even positing a passage of billions of years is literally unimaginable, as time itself is a construct, and the periodic table, and physics. How far is infinite, what is an imaginary number, really? And digital is binary, like the sexes of procreation free of BPA and Atrazine and EMF 5G which autosex and self-replicate. In the digital realm, the numerical code is hexadecimal-based, which does differ from the organic world we perceive with the senses, in that sacred geometry of creation and life is Pi-based.

We can become formlessly trapped in the duplicated existence copying light with hyperquantum physics of digital… yet, black goo isn’t composed of souls that didn’t make it. As physical as it appears, this is a holy war, not material, although we do see dieties with weapons, and the making and use of them was taught to humanity by the annunaki. The Digital as we know it is the binary representation of LIGHT information but still cannot create light, only duplicate. If I seem to be going in circles saying this, it is only because there is so much information to convey. There is a huge fear tactic in place – there always has been, fear is a limiter of the spirit being at liberty, and fear is also a “choice point”, an opportunity to look it in the face, that darkness causing that adrenaline and cortisol-based metabolic body reaction, and stay in your love and light. This is the way you achieve your destiny, and at death become a star. They mock that with the Hollywood stars they memorialize there, golden plaques on a sidewalk that get walked upon because they sold their souls out. We are all given chance after chance after chance to fulfill our destiny, or as the movie WINTER’S TALE that I decoded and will share next, I was waiting for my son Max to pick up his registered mail package I sent with the WINTER’S TALE DVD and decoding I wrote/printed in it (I have since mailing the box on 6Sept19 added a few updates extremely necessary for understanding!), to do “our miracle”, for “What are we if we are not machines”, Peter Lake said to Beverley’s father as they were trying to keep the mansion’s steam boiler from exploding, and Peter asked to be allowed to try something, saying (as he did more than once in the movie) “I have a knack for understanding how things work, let me have a hand at it”, and he averted disaster. The furnace boiler ran on coal and looked like a place worthy to be called hell, the grate of it glowing flames. Well now here we are in this time, and they changed the timeline before more than once, but our survival as sovereign divine beings is based on our innerspace where the kingdom is. That LIGHT is inextinguishable.

 

And in the world, the people who look and act more and more like parasites themselves? Dimensionally, sans cataclysm, the shift would appear gradual. The boiling from analogy comes to mind. So with veils off, is this what it is? The man I literally saw the face of a demon in yesterday, who came up and glared at me without provocation, he sure had a gut, and bent Leviathan spine…
I just look at many things in consideration, because things are very strange for everyone now.

The electromagnetic frequency we are undergoing from The Purifier Wormwood Nibiru the Destroyer PlanetX is kind of akin to an MRI scanner pass. The 5G and NexRad and HAARPing of the aurora plasma liquid crystal atmosphere space fence called Operation Solar Warden is to try to fence us in. They’re desperate. We are at the edge of infinity. Time already has been dilated as well as constricted, timelines changed. Look at this ISS footage recording showing the matrix shifting.

Humanity has been traumatized since their arrival: they were never benevolent. Enslavement is accomplished with drugs, difficulties, gangstalking narcissists and perps, systems that coerce and program, addictions they set in place and reinforce: all of this is to deter us each from performing our miracle that is only achieved if we choose wisely and hold fast and do good, because is is our test here to do so to become stars. They are desperate because this multilayered fractally-connected move game (this is why my blog has the chessboard banner in front of the mirror, and you see that the players are all animuses, like the dieties) is almost over with this reset they created the lie of climate change geoengineering to hide. All the things IN THE CHEMTRAILS and USED TO ACTIVATE THEM are to keep people from seeing it, and to attempt to trap souls in the digital borg. The pass of this HEAD – it IS THE HEAD – will only pass over high vibration beings. This is why we detox. This is also choice. Time is gone, never was. In the Passover story in the bible, the people are instructed to stay inside with covered windows and doors and not look out so it would pass over their house This electromagnetic shift of the earth – itself a cosmological entity split asunder but a living being, a diety our cells are part of in microcosmic pattern – will harvest the fruits, and we are the wheat and the tares outnumber us. Pyramid geometry is earthship.
I apologize for this being such a run-on, but hopefully it provides connections and helps you navigate. Thank you for reading this ❤

I think I have shared this before, 417 Hertz Tibetan bowls?

Namasté.

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