WHAT DO THE LETTERS OF THE ACRONYM “COVID” STAND FOR?
C – Certificate,
V – Vaccination
I D– Identification: “ID”; “Identity”
© THE ASCENSION DIET – EATING TO ASCEND
WHAT DO THE LETTERS OF THE ACRONYM “COVID” STAND FOR?
C – Certificate,
V – Vaccination
I D– Identification: “ID”; “Identity”
© THE ASCENSION DIET – EATING TO ASCEND
TEXT OF PILOT MESSAGE: December 8, 2014 My cousin who was fired by our dictator, just before making “rank withheld”, sent me information given to him by a friend, who is still an Air Force pilot. This pilot is saying that he flies CHEMTRAIL flights! This pilot told my cousin that this global engineering effort, goes by the name of “Indigo Skyfold”. At least within the circle of pilots and aviation crews, that he works with. They are told to fly specific routes, and satellite com links control the aerosol dispersal patterns. He says that they only make course corrections, from time to time, and perform landings and take-offs. Pilot, navigation and maintenance crews are rotated constantly, and only spend about 18 months at one given base. He states, that is to keep pilots and their families from making too many friends, and ending up with “Loose Lips”. Plus, they also rotate between day and night flights. One base for daytime flights, and one for night. Each base covers a 250 mile zone, and each fleet (squadron) of planes can cover Three States, or an even larger swath of ocean. They are told to simply do their job and “Shut the F*ck Up!” Their superiors will only tell them. “It’s a matter of National Security” and “Without these flights, our enemy’s newest technological weapons of war, could easily penetrate America’s air space, at will. We are dedicated and committed to keeping our allies safe, from the same skyward threats. So we extend the arm of protection, to those countries who support our efforts. Hostile nations are also building Atmospheric Shields, while in the same discourse. Trying to explore weaknesses in our ever developing, air and space-based technologies.” Sounds more like a PR statement to me. I think this pilot, either believes what he is told. Or, he is simply trying to sugar coat their Genocide Project. December 08, 2014 My firewall detected multiple intrusion attempts, when I googled the Indigo code as well. Zero info to be found on the internet, for this operation. That is unique. I received a rather (lengthy) reply, from the chemtrail pilot. Here is that text, from his (or her) email. First of all, I would like to say; I do not agree with my mission assignments. But, what soldier ever truly does? Several of us have considered bucking the ranks, and going AWOL from time to time. We are kept in the dark, when it comes to getting honest answers about what we are really spraying. Should they discover that we, or our families, are actively inquiring about your so called “chemtrails” term. Then, automatic and swift disciplinary actions will be taken. HAARP and Radar, are two other non-allowed research subjects. Unless our children are learning about these in (base) schools. We cannot educate ourselves, or our children, through any public tutoring system. I would not intentionally spray my children or family with toxic aerosols. But, you must know. 80% or better, do not have any family, or children. Indigo pilots are chosen from the top ranks, within the Air Force, Navy and Coast Guard. Most of the pilots are “Hardened to Humanity”, and could care less about killing off, unwanted or “Leaching” aspects of America, and the world. I swear to you. The majority of the pilots are like Machines. I call them (Tanker Terminators). I should not be telling you this. But nearly one-third of all flights, are being orchestrated from small un-named islands. Where newly constructed bases, are being built, at a rate of eight per year. On these extremely remote islands, there are HAARP arrays of every possible design. With many arrays surrounding these islands, within the depths of the ocean itself. The Navy has developed sophisticated underwater construction technology. That allows fully autonomous robot submersibles, to travel great distances, and even manufacture parts for these massive under water arrays, as they progress across the open sea floor. Every time that you see or hear about military excercises at sea. They are basically there to give support and resupply, their army of underwater robotic minions. There is possibly, one aquatic robot per plane, and will soon be double that. You will never be able to google Earth search any of this. Other than an occasional error, in blurring some island bases, or smudging images of underwater arrays. It is impossible to locate all these artifacts. They even paint fake clouds, over some of our island installations, to keep prying eyes away. I have been shown some of these images, by civilian friends. That is the reason I know this. I completely understand your concern for human safety. But, here is the Kicker. We are shown videos in our training, of catastrophic destruction to our homeland, by very sophisticated weapons. Then told, that these will be the consequences, if we don’t fly. Our efforts in building a defensive atmospheric weapons shield, are the only missions of it’s kind in the world. We are paid more than any other pilot, for our service. Other than Air Force One pilots. Who make as much or more, and are also kept in a dark secret world, for their protection. They tell us that secrecy is our protection, and not to listen to any public rehtoric. We all know about cyber program “flashpoint”, or FP-03 as it is known within the veteran community. This program is a Self Destruct sequence, that can be remotely activated, from any ground, water, underwater based, or other air mobile unit. The signal is encrypted through “Three” satellites, and cannot be jammed or blocked. At any given moment, you could only have 15 seconds, to make peace with your God. They tell us that FP exists, to keep planes from accidentally going down in heavily populated areas. They can remotely detonate our planes, over safe zones. But in the back of our minds. We are pretty sure, this is a fail-safe program to keep pilots from turning over assets, to any public, private or civilian authorities. Have you ever seen any member of the crew, survive the few crashes that have occurred? Every plane that has gone down, was completely destroyed. For a good reason, I’m sure. We risk our lives, in more ways than one, every single time that we fly. Especially night flights. They are ordering us to fly at lower and lower altitudes. We feel like massive “dark force Empire” crop dusters, and know that one night. Bubba, or Billy Joe will fire their long rifles at us. When we spray their moonshine making operation, or pass over an illegal mary jane crop. I know for a fact that some planes have been shot at, and subsequently brought down. By mostly Russian, Chinese and Korean weaponry. But, the media will never cover these events. As they are not allowed to report on our flights either. That must be true, for I have yet to see a detailed or in-depth report of our missions. On any public venue. Other than conspiracy shows and anti-government websites. I risk everything for disclosing so much information, and you will find very few like me. Even my own flight crew, would have me arrested and court martialed, if they knew of this dialogue. That is why I cannot email you directly. But, from what your cousin tells me. You are also risking everything, just to get this information out to your colleagues. I salute you sir, for standing up to the establishment, and big brother. I would love to go home tomorrow, and not rack up one more single minute of flight time. Except for a sweet little Piper Cub, or Rat Tail Barn Racer! I miss those beautiful Blue skies, from my youth, and I am ashamed for hazing over that dream. Maybe, more of my fellow pilots will read or hear about this, and decide to come forward as well. I only know a small fraction of the larger picture, and they compartmentalize everything. Should I become aware of any (new) significant developments. I will email your cousin. He senses a wavering within the ranks, and feels that a kind of (Mutiny) is being boiled to the surface, of this whole GeoEngineering.. Global White Washing. “if you catch my drift?” My cousin still has friends in high places too. So, he is helping to protect him. Last word from “pilot”, was: “All pilots on leave, are required to report to their CO by Dec.15. For special training operations, to qualify for Indigo Phase II flights. Expected to be initiated by Jan. 21.” Those were his words. Not the actual Air Force message. He wanted me to stress that. He believes that the focus of their flights will be moved to areas east of California and Texas. In order to progress the drought, further into the heartland. Plus, he feels that a very new “extremely toxic” chemtrail mix, is going to be sprayed. Using new technology, that makes these special chemtrails, completely invisible. Atmospheric Shield of Protection. he doesn’t believe that either.? End of message text
The issue being who really are the Ashkenazi jews.
Note that the etymology of Annunaki and Ashkenazi is very similar when spoken with a hebrew accent…
The entire premise of this so-called hatred of “the jewish people” is a manipulation via controlled opposition tactics of subterfuge and redirection. The original jewish people were the bloodline descended directly from Adam, and then Seth. Adam’s first son Abel was murdered by the son his wife Eve had, who she was impregnated with by Satan AKA Lucifer, who had taken the form of the serpent and beguiled her, made her pregnant. Cain’s DNA reflects his serpent seed genetics, which is why his bloodline was hated, and not included when Noah and his family, the only untainted lineage of Adam, filled the ark.
The war has been going on for a very long time.
The ancient texts, cuniforms, carvings, artifacts, scrolls, plates and engraving, dating back as many as 360,000 years, all address and corroborate this fact; what I just explained here again. The elite rulers of this world have never deviated from their plan to hide the evidence, in plain sight, with influence, deception, and occulted (hidden) truth. They rewrite history and teach lies.
All humanity has experienced is a massive cover-up.
When the catholic church removed sixteen books from the bible, they removed the last vestiges of reference to what I just wrote, above. You can read them, though, for free, online. Educate yourself.
For starters, read this, below this paragraph, in its entirety. Forget the hype over the author’s name and reputation (he has been smeared, as all truthers are… ahem, me, for instance), and imagine you are listening, because it is definitely written from the hip and in a speaking voice! Then you will understand the mystery they hid, and what is going on. I urge you to do this. I am casting pearls here. And if you choose to be lazy and not read, because “it’s too long”, or you are made lazy by being spoon-fed videos, I can’t help you besides the prayers I send for all those who refuse to learn and free themselves.
Steve Quayle’s related story with research sent to him by ex-alphabet geneticist who was asked by an elite to validate his DNA <—whistleblower
Life as an investigator…is “like a box of chocolates”.
An investigator friend was telling me a story I can easily relate to…one time, he says….”I left home on a lazy Saturday evening to grab some comfort food, I told the wife “I’ll be right back” as my dog having heard the car key’s jingle, dutifully pushed his way through the door to assist me on my mission, he instinctively knew I’d forget his doggie treats if he wasn’t right there to assist me. Minutes later, as I was walking out of the store with my booty, I saw a man who I’d been searching for as the subject of a complex embezzlement scheme, he was walking to a rented moving van and towing his classic car on a trailer behind it. Nine days and 3,500 miles later…I completed my fieldwork and handed the investigation over to several Federal Agencies on what had now become a Federal case. I returned home to my very distraught bride of six months…we were supposed to have left on our already twice delayed honeymoon cruise the previous Sunday morning. We didn’t have cell phones in those days and I didn’t have a radio in my personal car, my handheld was on the charger at home when I’d gone on my quick trip. My first call came during a brief fuel stop at four AM the next morning, the hurried explanations fell on incredulously deaf ears; between her astonished and uncharacteristically numerous expletives. For some months I’d been telling her, ‘third time’s a charm’…guess I was wrong, again! she was NOT…amused.”
He concluded his hour long story stating very matter of factley…”I guess I…sort of, understand why she divorced me…I sure do miss her.” “He then proceeded to explain how this life lesson had led him to understand one of his many ‘Laws of Investigations’ which…like a box of chocolates…come in no particular order, and are only predictable, in their unpredictability.”
I then proceeded to break what is now one of ‘MY’ laws, never ask this guy a question, without having first taken a bathroom break! He tends to be pretty long winded…but the stories are generally worth it. I asked; “What are some of the other laws you’ve come up with?”, I knew the moment the words came out of my mouth, I should have restricted my question to just one law…hard to do with good chocolate’s.
Without breaking stride he says,…”Belief is the driver of action”; and proceeded into another long and winding story, in order to give me his history for the law.
“About 20 years ago” (Oh Boy, my first clue…this was gonna take a while!), “I had recently completed my latest physics project at a location that uses a number for a name. A colleague from my time as an Air Force OSI agent, specializing in advanced sciences and technology, had heard I was heading to England for a long overdue vacation and asked me if I’d volunteer to help him while I was there. He needed a witness on a simple mission to collect some evidence,…unwittingly, I said ‘sure, no problem’. (Oh nuts; I’d just violated a law every service member knows all too well…NEVER VOLUNTEER! The smallest chocolates are always the ones with the nut’s…usually).”
“We went to a private city within the city, security was well concealed, but omnipresent to a trained eye. We went to a private office and met with a man whom I later came to know as a member of one of the wealthiest families on the planet. He talked with us briefly about funding for a scientific investigation my friend was going to pursue. He invited us to dine with him at his residence later in the evening. In the interim my friend proceeded to tell me how the man had apparently had an NDE (Near Death Experience) during a medical procedure. He’d apparently had a Pauline like Angelic encounter, during which ‘opaque and serpent-like scales had fallen from his eyes, in the presence of a Divine Messenger! Layer after layer of lies and deceptions dissolved before him. At its conclusion he came to believe his entire life was one big rubber-band roll of tangled lies…every new one bigger than the last. He’d resolved to turn to a new ‘Way’ and set out to change his life; and the world.”
“After dinner, we collected blood, tissue, hair and oral swabs. He’d recently had a dental procedure and had saved a tooth, which he dutifully preserved in a small paper bag in his freezer. I videotaped the collection process as the evidence was bagged and tagged.”
“On the plane ride back State-side, my friend who at the time was one of the most knowledgeable DNA researchers on the planet…pulled out the biggest piece of mental-Jerkey I’ve ever gnawed on! His benefactor/test-subject, ‘believed’ that while most of the ‘Son’s of Adam’ had double strand DNA, he had been told by his family that he and his blood relatives were distinctly different and that he, like his fathers’ before him had triple strand DNA. He wanted my friend to secretly prove once and for all if this was true…or not. The subject claimed that his extended family and their cousins, who are kings, queens, princes and princesses, as well as leader’s of industry and banking worldwide; believe they are children of an other-worldly race of ‘Humanoid Being’s.’ He’d been taught by his tutor’s that once upon a time, his Ancestors had fallen to earth after some Cosmic Calamity in the time before…the Garden. He believed that while their ‘Ancestral Mother was Eve…their Ancestral father was not Adam!’ He was torn to know if a ‘Child of Cain’ was actually genetically different and whether he could he be saved?”
“My friend never got the money for his investigative research as the donor was found dead in his apartment a short while later. The death was ruled a suicide by hanging, even though his feet were found to be barely touching the floor when he was discovered…very strange.”
“My friend’s wife gave me all of his research and notes upon his own untimely death some years later…leading me to bite into another chocolate in the ‘Law of Investigation’s” box…’Fact is often…stranger than fiction’…!”
“The beginning of a previously unexpected trip…’down the rabbit’s hole’!”
My investigator friend continued his tale after my return from an overdue bathroom break.
“It was a long plane ride home…the funeral had been difficult for me, losing a close friend at such a young age was not easy. Because of the nature of his work…and mine, our talks had mostly been cryptic and necessarily, too few; and too far between. His young wife had only been with him a short while. Much of his early years and most of his real life were completely hidden from her, need to know type stuff; and she didn’t, so she didn’t.
Flash drives weren’t common then, a removable hard drive sat in the open brief case on the seat next to me in what originally had been a box for Christmas Cards. A lone card sat on top of the unusual assortment of contents, it pictured a cat who had apparently licked the socket of a strand of Christmas lights that it’s owner was stringing atop a tree. It was a snowy setting, in front of a festively lit home. The cat was amusingly adorned in a tangle of colored lights as it hung midair between the starry heavens and it’s hell; every limb painfully extended in a different direction and every hair standing on end under the shock of electrocution. A similarly shocked dad was teetering atop of his now tipping ladder next to a window where small children and the wife, mouths agape, watched helplessly. An old hound dog laid on the porch nearby, barely raising one eye to take in the entertainment. With the Crowning Star of David blazing brightly in his hand, only moments from the completion of his task, dad was now headed on a previously unexpected trip…and so was I.
Although the sticky note affixed to the top of the box stated simply…’Juan O. Saven’, an operational code name I was once known by, the card when opened stated my Christian name simply, with the following brief message, “Do what you do, I’ll expect a complete report when you get here, since if your reading this, I’ve already gone ahead” He signed the card “Slowpoke”. That was a name I had given him once, when we were young and brimming over with life…and innocence. Reading the note, my eyes uncontrollably, began to tear up…I suddenly felt much, much older, and alone. I dwelt on the card, his note and our very unusual lives, for the rest of my long trip home; good friends, old friends, aren’t easy to come by…
When I arrived in my city, I was very backed up in my work and I couldn’t really look at what I had for some time. For one thing, I didn’t immediately know how to access the hard drive and when I did, the information was password protected and he seemingly hadn’t included a password with the box. It was quite some time later that it occurred to me that he actually had, and that was the true reason for the catchy card at the top of the box…yeah, he was right and I WAS slow.
It was all there, his contacts, his drawings and descriptions. His technical analysis was not easy to read; but I had enough (more than general) knowledge, to follow his work. He’d traveled covertly to meet with specialists, including one Nobel Lauriet to get their opinion of his observations and analysis. He’d even met with some very prominent religious authorities of varied beliefs, to get their take on the possible implications of what he believed he had found. He was exceedingly careful and always traveled under some other ‘role and purpose’ and only as a peripheral inquiry brought his real questions to bear; conscious of the dangerous sensitivity of the subject at hand.
Near the end of his notes I came to a page titled “Conclusions” followed by these lines:
“This is a Murder Investigation” which was then followed on a separate line written all in capitals “OF MURDER, BY A SERIAL MURDERER”. He then went into several pages of a long diatribe of identifiers and details that only recently have begun to make sense to me.
Under a new heading, “Follow the Blood Trail”
At first he noted that the DNA strands he was examining seemed to be wound more tightly than normal, you see there are normally ten rungs per complete twist of the Double Helix strand in normal Human DNA. In his analysis of our Subject’s DNA taken from his blood samples, he found intermittent sections which appeared to be wound more tightly, with only nine rungs per complete twist, nine being an unusual and noteworthy number, always turning and returning to itself. (I thought to myself, that doesn’t seem to be that unusual…everybody I KNOW seems like they’re wound to tight.)
Simultaneously he observed and documented what he at first believed to be, the foretold third strand of the Subject’s DNA. Upon closer analysis he came to an entirely different and unexpected conclusion, our Subject had been lied to, IT WASN’T A THIRD STRAND AT ALL! It was a silvery threadlike, semi-transparent, serpentine-like parasite of infinitesimally small proportions. He observed that it was entangled intermittently hoping back and forth between the normal Double Helix strands, it appeared to him that as the parasite grew it continued to wrap itself like a bean or Ivy type vine plant will attach itself to any available protrusion. Unlike a normal snake or worm, this parasite had little hook like protrusions that did seem to lend themselves to a gripping type attachment all along the strand, his notes described them as alligator or dragon feet, but only for his amusement, not because they were that actual form. Occasionally, he noted that it appeared that some of the threaded parasites seemed to connect to adjacent parasites creating what appeared to be tiny nets.
In his notes, my friend penned some personal thoughts after having considered his observations and the source of his DNA materials. He thought of the Vatican’s pronouncements that the Aliens are our Cousins and the Vishnu teachings of a time when god’s flew in spaceships and destroyed whole cities in a single blast. He even had notes about Elijah being caught up in a Chariot of Fire! Maybe he had misread, or misunderstood the entire history of his Bible! Maybe…from Genesis to Revolutions…it was about some far more tangible and real Fallen Angel Alien Cousins, than the ghost like destroying angels he’d always pictured in his imaginations. He gazed at ‘it’ and studied ‘it’ in shocked disbelief and asked to himself, “is this pathetic little blood-sucking worm, the tiny origin of the tyrannical destroyer of so many lives and worlds? But he could not escape the fact that small as it were, the DNA strands that it/they were attached to…WERE JUST AS SMALL! And both had the informational encoding to make ‘Good…or Evil!’ Yes, the DNA, and the serpentine creature entangled in it potentially bore the information/knowledge/blueprint to create good or evil”
My investigator friend continued, “I remembered the time I had sat with a hard cold desk under my arms, as I stared back into the false, Cheshire grin surrounding that mouthful of fake pearly whites. ‘He’ was starring me down from his ‘Star Chamber Seat’; waiting for my answer from in front of the concealing screen which provided me only partial anonymity from the rest of the gallery. You see he thought he’d caught me in a lie, with what I had told his ‘in house investigator’, but his investigator’s authorizations and clearances were not the same as the Senator’s…I replied, ‘As you know Senator, the lie is different at every level!’ and so it was, and so shall it always be, in this life anyway; from the highest Thrones in this world, and now, here again, right down to the tiniest strands of DNA, it’s lies, lies, lies all the way down! The truth is, the so called third strand of DNA that somehow could make ‘THEM’ superior was just another lie from the ‘father of lies’. In the end it was just another lecherous parasitic alien hitchhiker on the road of life, trying to deceive the vulnerable into forfeiting their birthright for a bag of magic beans!”
“My friend tried and was trying at the time of his death to determine if there was a way to separate the writhing and griping entanglements of the demon seed’s form, from the host DNA without destroying the host. He also speculated on possible ways to identify the Reptilian’s Host’s who walk among us while living in the grip of The Reptilian Seed’s Alien Possession.”
“It was here that I began my work, picking up where my friend had too abruptly left off.”
“Deep in my thoughts” my friend continued “Once again, I’d reached into life’s box of chocolates. Interesting thing” he noted, “There’s usually some chocolate covered jellies with red colored sprinkles on top, in life’s little box o’ chocolates, and I like those, but this time, it seemed like I’d reached instead for the three pastel colored, hard shell, candy coated nuts at the center of the box. I did remember clearly, that it seemed like just as I closed my eyes and started to munch, I began to feel dizzy and for only a moment…before I felt myself begin to spin and teeter over, and down…into the Rabbit’s hole!
“To Serve Man…”
There are three more ‘laws of investigation’ my investigator friend brought to my attention and he then began quoting them to me. Pellegrino, Powell and Sir Issac Asimov penned the “Three Laws of Alien Behavior:”
Law No. 1
Their survival will be more important than our survival.
If an alien species has to choose between them and us, they won’t choose us. It is difficult to imagine a contrary case; species don’t survive by being self-sacrificing.
Law No. 2
Wimps don’t become top dogs.
No species makes it to the top by being passive. The species in charge of any given planet will be highly intelligent, alert, aggressive, and ruthless when necessary.
Law No. 3
‘They’ will assume that the first two laws apply to ‘us’.
My friend told me how his dizzying mental fall was eventually arrested by a very hard floor. In the mixed box of ‘Investigator’s laws’, my friend calls life, those three pastel colored, candy coated chocolate covered nuts…apparently? can be some very hard pills to swallow.
He told me…”Doug!”, rousing me like a freight train…”Doug, it hit me like the hard ground we’re standing on! It’s all around us; everywhere! They think of us like Alien’s, but they’re the Alien’s! Don’t you get it?! They’re laughing at us. They ‘THINK’ they’re the children of Space Aliens from another world, marooned on this tiny blue orb. They’re just doing time till they can figure a way off this rock so they can get back up to their Death-Star Moon Ship; figure out how to fix it, and head back home to mommy!”
I sat there, listening as he talked. I looked at the heart shaped Valentine’s box of chocolates I’d given my wife earlier in the week, sure enough when I opened it (she hadn’t eaten any yet, but she had humored me with a perfunctory, ‘it’s the thought that counts’ and a peck on the cheek. I guess it’s some kinda’ high brow female, smarter than everyone else, non-fat thing.), anyway, sure enough…there they were, the delightfully showcased Evil Omen’s! just as described by my friend…three large, pastel colored, candy coated and chocolate covered nuts, just as my friend described! Forewarned is forearmed, that’s what I say…I picked a safe, fat and round soft chocolate; or two, before I put the lid back on the box. I wasn’t ready to drink the Kool-Aid yet, but I also wasn’t shutting him down either.
He continued, “See, the way I see it, it’s all about the blood, they marry and inter-marry to keep the Alien Blood pure. That’s why all the incestuousness in these elites Royal Cliques, they’re keeping it all in the family.” He then explained how he’d found that this guy and that girl were actually related to some other guy who wasn’t the guy we were all lied to about, that was so and so’s official father, or mother. After a while it actually started to make some kinda’ sense…or maybe the blood-sugar was just starting to kick in and make me a little tipsy. Anyway; whatever; I lazily thought to myself.
I starred off into space, deep in my hypo-glycemicially induced, contemplative thoughts. On the shelve beside the TV in my den an old VHS video box sat, it’s title staring back at me, ‘I Was A Zombie, for the FBI’. It’s a campy 80’s black and white ‘B’ movie some college kids made about some brother’s who discover some sunglasses that when worn, allow them to see Alien’s masquerading as humans and plotting to destroy the real humans and take over the earth. A more well known movie version is “They Live.” As I adjusted my reading glasses, I had a few new thoughts of my own…what if?…What IF?!
Then, rousing me again, out of my darkness, with his now booming voice, my investigator friend said ‘IT’! And then he said ‘IT’ again, and more slowly and decisively…and just then, ‘IT’ struck me, ‘IT’ struck me, like a silver bullet to my politically in-corrected brain! The haze half-cleared, and for a long moment…I realized exactly what he’d been trying to say all along, the clouding scales began to fall from my eyes also; just as they had for our Subject in his NDE (I briefly thought, ‘am I on the verge of my own diabetic induced coma? Perhaps like our original subject, I was having an NDE of my own.)
I reached for the water on the table beside me, but it was actually the grand kids Kool-Aid, I drank it anyway as I thought to myself, It doesn’t really matter what I believe! It doesn’t matter what the lying facts say! It doesn’t matter what any technical analysis reveals! It doesn’t even matter what the religious sages thought; or believe!
It only matters ‘what THEY believe!’; because our original subject and his relatives, who are king’s, queen’s, princes and princesses, as well as leader’s of industry and banking worldwide believe (and act as though) they are children of an other-worldly race of ‘Humanoid Being’s’; but not Human only…Hybrid Human…More than Human…Superior Alien Human’s!
Our subject and his kin had been taught by their families and tutor’s that once upon a time, ‘Their’ Ancestors had fallen to earth after some cosmic calamity in the time before…the Garden. He believed that while their ‘Ancestral Mother was Eve…their Ancestral father was not Adam!’ THEY BELIEVE that they are our ‘Humanoid Cousins’…Superior Hybrid’s, half Alien and only half Human. They once reined from Olympus and were Pharaohs. Whatever the real truth of their history, their “belief is the Driver of their Actions!” Being the true believers, they are, they will continue to operate in accordance with their belief, and the laws of Alien/Darwinian type survival. That’s why they interbreed, to maintain the purity of the Bloodline, that’s why they secretly meet and connive to pass power between themselves; and that’s why they must fool the rest of mankind into wars of self destruction and debt, so that we may be forever enslaved to their lusts, on this ‘Prison Planet’; till death do us part. More than afraid, they know in their hearts…this is a fight for survival…THE fight for survival!
It had begun, just as my friend had said, as “a Murder Investigation”, starting with the first Murder when that Luciferian Demon Dad, had first whispered of the Evil deed to his willing child…Cain! It continued down through time, the Son’s of Adam fighting for survival and destroying the Alien Giant’s in Cainan Land…David and the Hybrid Goliath, and his four hybrid brothers. And all the hidden true believer’s since…hiding in plain sight, so powerful, so important…so, so afraid.
I was reminded how in the mountains of Afghanistan the people would say their cousin lives on the other side of that mountain; then in the next breath, remind you that the word for cousin…is interchangeably the same word meaning enemy.
Interchangeably?!? These earth-bound, half cousins of ours, continue to laugh, but it is a nervous laugh at that! As they have a joke or two at our expense; recreating their Lying Father’s ‘fall to earth’ and flashing their heretofore secret gang sign/hand signs to each other, right in our face. I know now how dangerous their beliefs are, because they are being driven by their beliefs, taught to them by their real alleged father…the Father of Lies. And even now he knows The Truth and whispers in his initiates ears just as he first did in Cain’s ear…the ‘Son’s of Adam’ as long as they live…are dangerous.
Just then my friend began to cite another Law, stating, “And when your finally out of chocolates, it’s time to make stew!” I begged his indulgence for a few minutes as I wandered down the hall to the restroom. I was wondering to myself, ‘where did I leave my ladder? I gotta get outta’ this rabbit’s hole before the bad guys figure out there’s no rabbits for the rabbit stew they’re dreaming up for their caldron. They might decide to change cookbooks to suit whatever else they might find’…’Ummm yes, there it is’, I thought, they’d thought…”To Serve Man”.
Feb 21, 2013
Now picture this in your body, destroying your central nervous system, autonomic #CNS, your #brain. Walmart is now bribing people with $25.00 gift cards to get poisoned!
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When I see sudden changes in children or adults after a doctors visit, I know they have been #vaxxed – MUCH OF THE DAMAGE IS REVERSIBLE THROUGH #DETOX OF #HEAVYMETALS #PARASITES #NANOTECHNOLOGY #GMO #BPA #GLYPHOSATE and other #PESTICIDES … more… IT’S ALL #WITCHCRAFT.
A second and more descriptive video:
#vaccine #neurotoxin #aluminum #mercury #gallium #fetalcells #formaldehyde #monosodiumglutamate AKA #MSG #dyes tissues-from-other-animals etc
The Western World diet feeds parasites. By Western World, I mean virtually all of humanity on earth, and what they eat. They pass through breast milk and the placenta even. Read livestock anthelmintic packages and you will realize that the manufacturers list allowable amounts of parasites in animals used for food production.
This will blow your mind (and nose): mucous is parasites. They are called lungworms. To learn about that, you have to drill WAY, WAY down, because academic institutions and bureaucratic agencies severely limit that information dissemination.
They want to shorten our lifespans so that we cannot impart the ancient true knowledge. By arresting our stories they arrest our knowledge and keep us hostage.
In allopathic “modern” western medicine, until WWII it was common practice – and recommended by family physicians – for every mother (back when mother’s did not have to work and the family unit had not yet been deconstructed) to line her children up and give them a tablespoonful of castor oil to deworm them. Every month.
But then Rothschild and Rockefeller took over “medicine” and “health”, and people began eating food from factories. Farming became corporate, and standards of safety and protection became government, with the advent of the FDA, AMA and CDC and WHO and the UN… the Trilateral Commission overarching. Add more alphabets, even.
(A sidenote: gematria and letters/language and symbology and all these achronyms… think about it.)
It is been a long, long game that the Luciferian controllers are playing. The Anunnaki – who are the Egyptians 6,000 to 7,000 years ago whose art we see – instituted THE BUILDERS – who became the Freemasons. This is politics Literally.
And so here’s your lesson: THEY increased the rate of delivery of these Djinn archon demon parasites from just the seed that bites our heel because we have to creep upon and toil the earth to putting these parasitic archons into everything that we eat and drink…
Our pets are better protected from parasites than we are, at the hands of “the system”.
What can you do? Stop eating things that have been killed, i.e. become vegetarian. Detox, deworm, do enemas. Take Wormwood tincture and eat pumpkin seeds. Use nascent iodine, start with low dose vertical drops and then gradually up it. Wash your hands a LOT and stop going barefoot outside. The world is a septic tank of archons.
Stay tuned for more. I love you. Remember: GOD IS LOVE. Keep raising your frequency and your intention.
LOVE IS CREATION.
Nothing negative comes from our Creator GOD, the GOD ABOVE ALL OTHERS.