I have questioned what is called “The Kundalini Experience” since I first heard of it. Last year I researched the ways people use to remove their chakras, even (destroying the ego, really). Knowing that our feelings, emotions, adreno-cortisol metabolic states are just that: states, farmed for etheric energy, and used to manipulate us by the dark forces, finding this explanation of the invalidity of this thing called “Kundalini” that so many who call themselves enlightened use as a measuring stick or badge of arrival as a spiritual being.
Edited October 16, 2019 File removed, article updated as follows (original below, but without sound file). The reason for this is clearly explained AND this explains why with each generation, the recording sounded like voices in the background, not at all what my ears had heard, as the listener can hear me describing as I recorded the “event” [sic].
BEWARE OF THE DECEPTION BEING DONE WITH PROJECT BLUE BEAM, the holographic visual and aural events designed to soul trap.
The strange sounds being heard around the world that many are calling ‘trumpet sounds’ or ‘sounds of the apocalypse’ are extremely harmful to listen to. These sounds that were first heard in Kiev are mind control weapons given to the satanic New World Order by Satan’s ET’s.
Do NOT listen to the videos people are posting no matter how curious you are to find out what they sound like. Listening for mere seconds is all it takes to become demon possessed. (If you have listened to the sounds ask Jesus to heal you and free you of any of demons that have entered in)
(From Linda Newkirk)
Do not listen to these sounds, even briefly! These low-level sounds have a very terrible effect on the body. These sounds cause the lower nerve center of the body to oscillate at a lower frequency, to slow down in its circulation, and to open up. When this happens, demonic entities can quickly enter into one’s body. This lower neurological center is also the “seat” of the soul. This is the place where the soul is attached to one’s body.
When one listens to these sounds, one may experience an actual pain, or vibration in the lower abdominal area, or at the base of the spine. This sensation may be pronounced, or very subtle. Many may not notice this strange sensation at all as most people are not really focused on any inner sensations, but have their eyes and ears glued to the outside world.
These Satanists are not at all stupid. They know exactly what they are doing in pummeling the people with these terrible sounds. But, the people do not know and they are literally opening themselves to demonic possession, to very great mind control, and even in due season to the easing of the soul from its housing in the body, or in the causing of an unstable connection of the soul to one’s body. This, then, is creating something like a dissociative state
The unstable ones will fall first. Hear me in this. This is a very serious problem, but sadly many will not listen. Do not spend your time listening to these sounds. You may already be in trouble.
The Shaping of the Hive Mind!
Now, My Blessed Child, I know what you have in your heart and what you wish to know about. And, I shall now give you understanding about the loud and cacophonous sounds, which are being directed towards certain areas in the Russian governances.
My Blessed Child, who knows the mind of a bird, or why it chooses to fly in one direction, and not another? And, who knows why some flocks of birds all fly in unison?
My Lord, you know.
Yes, My Little One, I know and relative to the latter, some speak of the “hive mind.”
Yes, My Lord, (they speak) of many, who operate as one.
Know, My Blessed Child, that this is the New World Order goal and the New World Order mindset. Understand?
Yes, my Lord.
Now, My Blessed Child, through their great assaults against their own people, many of whom are indeed godless, empty souls, the Russian/Satanic Alliance is intent upon creating one mind.
But, Father, how so?
My Blessed Child, through this barrage of disharmonic sounds, they are seeking to cause the people to emerge as one through the simultaneous opening of the lower neurological centers, which tie them to base human emotions, like sex, fear and dread.
With the opening of the lower and primary nerve centers, they are also preparing for a greater demonic infiltration/possession and a loosing of the soul at the level of the attachment of the soul, at the level of the lowest neurological centers. (Note: at the base of the spine.)
With the soul at loose attachment, they will also seek to drive some souls from their bodies, or to create a dissociative state for the body (and soul), thereby creating armies of automatons. This is one great experiment, but still on a small scale and will most assuredly work, especially on many of those, who are already devoid of My light.
However, My Little One, for those, who love Me, this is a time of very terrible and very severe trials and few will overcome the great inner stresses, which are created by this great assault on the lower nerve centers, if they do not remain extremely close to Me at all times.
To overcome in the midst of such assaults against these nerve centers will truly require that one loves Me above all and truly loves others. For, through true love, one will overcome. See?
Yes, my Lord.
My Blessed Child, you know what you have suffered, as you are the earth mother of My very own Son of light and fire, the holy manchild of Revelation Chapter Twelve; and you have suffered through great torture and persecution. Therefore, My Blessed Child, you know well the depravity of Satan and his many barbaric hoards and that you cannot fight these battles, but must surrender totally to Me, and die to self and to things of the world. You know that you must truly love Me and others and that you must truly forgive, each and every day, that you may be forgiven. My Little One, through your great suffering, you have learned much and I have supernaturally carried you through years of great terror, suffering, and heartache, but, My Blessed Child, the people sleep. The spiritually blind and deaf not only do not see and hear, but refuse to see and hear.
The time of the great sorting is now. This is the time that I warned of in previous times, that in the latter days, the times would be more severe that at any times since there was a nation.
The War of the Worlds
For, Satan and the wicked and rebellious ones, who fought against the light, have been thrown down. They all know that their time is short and now you find yourselves in a war of the worlds. For, they bring into your midst their terrible weapons and terrible technologies and you can in no way fight them. Therefore, all who, will not die to self and to things of this world, and who will not submit to Me in love and obedience, and with their whole hearts, will fall. Many will now die in their sins. Many rebellious ones will rise and take up guns and die by the sword. Many will erroneously believe that they can rebel against the New World Order and its terrible weapons and live, but many, many will die.
I am sorting, busy sorting out souls! And, into My palm go the pure of heart. Though some (of these pure ones) will die a physical death, none of them will feel the sting of death. For, even though some of them will be martyred, indeed the appointed ones, all will leave with joy unparalleled in their hearts.
Send this out, that My people may read and understand. But, the spiritually blind and deaf will not understand. They will not see and hear, though they read.
Read the full warning from our Saviour here at Prophecies Org
October 6, 2019
The recording was done on a handheld off-plan, non-WiFi phone voice recording, the sound transferred to a WMA file by playing recording into computer headset microphone, then had to convert the WMA to an MP3 online, and so in all these generations, the quality sufferers distortion and loss, kinda like humanity, but you get the picture.
It’s as if one hears the white noise static of voices in the airwaves. Not what my ears heard, nor the WMA file. #cymatics #princeoftheair influence Anyone who can point me to where I can upload the WMA, please let me know. Thank you!
TRUMPETS – or BLASTS LIKE FROM HORNS of different tones, depth, pitch, duration. I am telling you ALL:
I heard what can only be described as trumpets.
When I get to a wifi spot I can try to upload the recording on my off-network inactivate device.
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.
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, crying, 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.
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 the architect and contractor building the hospital that was in Cumberland,), and my three cousins (one, Phillip, was in the Montauk projects while he was in the Navy, and was severely damaged, and he became a medical officer at Fort Detrick, where in 1997 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
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 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 10 (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 childrens’ television show called The Lorenzo 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 danced 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 – Gerry Wheeler was his real 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’.
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 his 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 in Zen Garcia’s DISCORD group, Larry Champion) who, and his brother also, both older than I am, grew up hearing about my great uncle Homer Lung and his property) – the movie Chinatown, about Los Angeles’ water grab 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 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 <3
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It is possible that no one has realized the deception caused by this word “kids” in regard to our children.
OUR CHILDREN ARE NOT BABY GOATS – THEY ARE LITTLE LAMBS
It was this past Spring when I realized that calling children “kids” was not good, and why this is so. What is a kid, exactly? A kid is a baby goat. When did this become a part of our Western culture? With the Baby Boomer post-WWII generation, with its growing emphasis on pop culture unleashed through the programming of television, radio and print advertising. The “kids” were the new generation doing shocking things, and shaking things up for the “old goats”, their parents and grandparents. Hidden-hand agendas have created the movements introducing the elements into youth culture since the advent of the advertising age, the Roaring Twenties. It is the continuing series of plots carried out to deconstruct mankind’s meaning. The word “kids” as a term for children was injected into vernacular by the “ad men”, who received their seasonal agendas from the higher ups of corporate boards. Their directives come from governments, and all governments are Luciferian, the nephilim who speak in the language of witchcraft, putting spells on people through symbols, words, music, products, all food, drink and medicines, and all water and now air, thanks to their geoengineering. With 5G they control the airwaves completely, and are ready to drop us with that military technology of low frequency waves. They’ll do it when people begin to lose all sensibility when the grid goes down due to Nibiru’s presence now.
But we can understand this: YOUNG HUMANS ARE NOT BABY GOATS. THEY ARE NOT SATAN’S KIDS.
HUMAN CHILDREN ARE LITTLE LAMBS OF THE MOST HIGH GOD. We are sheep, not goats. Baphomet is the goat! This deception ends right here!
“Go; behold, I send you out as lambs in the midst of wolves.” – Luke 2:13
The Illuminati’s devious schemes are so myriad they’re uncountable; BUT THEY WILL BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEIR EVILS AT JUDGEMENT. Their referring to children as kids was placed into the American language by all mass media forces to elevate Baphomet as their parent and destroy their true identity as children of the Most High Creator God.
Now that you know this, you can stop saying it, and share this gnowledge (Gnosis = knowing – they even stripped that of meaning) with others. This is something so undebatable, UNDENIABLE and OBVIOUSLY true that once you learn it, you’ll apply it. We are freeing each other together from bondage because in these last days new gnowledge is being revealed.
With love, namasté.
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Geoengineering and NASA exist to hide the visual evidence of this system approaching earth. Of course, other nefarious and deadly things are accomplished with the toxic effects of chemtrails, nanotechnology and weather manipulation. I and others discuss all this in detail. You will never find the MSM mainstream media admitting this. You are being lied to in the worst of ways. Another prime example of soft disclosure, the way rag tabloids have talked about ETs and UFOs in supermarkets since the 50’s. Right in your face. They think we’re stupid. And now, so many are, due to programming, biochemical lobotomies and cognitive dissonance.
This reposted article is noteworthy as truth cloaked in sarcastic mockery. Please read it and do some soul searching and get your head out of your @s$ if you still think this is “conspiracy theory”, a term invented by the CIA to debunk those who say true things the governmental powers deny.
According to my calculations, we are at 44 days from the day this article was published. If you read my blog you see what I observe. BE PREPARED.
Think of yourself as a uniquely beautiful and valuable pearl. Do you know that pearls are the result of suffering? It is out of the suffering of an oyster that a pearl comes forth. So maybe you’ve been through suffering, and you question whether God really loves you [or even if God exists]. Over the span of human history the truth of who we are has been hidden by the royalty, governments and churches and the elite, creating a schism in the human psyche regarding the truth of who we are.
We are NOT unimportant, insignificant or worthless. We are EXTREMELY VALUABLE. We are the pearl of great price.
All negativity and trauma is from the evil forces, called occult, satanic, witchcraft. People have been deceived and see the world upside-down; inverted. People think they are insignificant and hate themselves. We are being attacked by witchcraft via chemicals, medications, water, air, food, TV and radio, all music, frequencies, social media, and everything in the artificial construct called our world.
You have value. You are a divine being convinced you’re space junk. E, you mean everything to me. My love enfolds you, and carries you. It is inescapable, and in our DNA.
Wake up. You are a spiritual being. LOVE IS CREATION, LOVE DOES NOT CREATE TRAUMA. To break the trauma trap all you need to do is accept that you have been decieved, and be free. The price was paid, you owe nothing. It’s been yours and mine and ours all along. We were tricked. Now we know.
BE THE LOVE / YOU ARE LOVE / LOVED /LOVE HAS WINGS
It is not difficult to note that when the proximity of the Nibiru system is so visually clear that the geoengineered cloud cover – AKA “weather” – does not hide the red celestial body dominating the sky at sunset, they spray after darkness falls, and all night long, spraying heavy metals and chemicals which are activated by directed (aimed) frequencies from satellites and ground stations to activate and disperse these toxic products and make an obscuring mist to obfuscate what we would see in the morning that was evident the previous evening. (Yes I like long sentences, grammar nazis. Speech was weaponized by the likes of you. Has anyone noticed that the vernacular in the Emerald Tablets of Thoth sounds just like Yoda (of #starwars fame) talking? Hmm?)
As you can see in the above images, the previous evening’s sky 10/3/2018 (you are looking west/northwest, because, as you may not have realized, the binary suns set in the northwestern vicinity of the atmosphere), from the vantage point of the origination of the photograph, this sky is clear, and it was clear all day. But WHOA – magic! Sorcery! There’s cloud over the sunset! Imagine that!
Below, you see the sky at dawn, two days earlier, October 1, 2018…
*So you witness them making the weather to disguise the Nibiru system. From daily observation of the planetary system in our skies here, I have observed that if the crossing pass is very close for a few days in a row, they make it rain for those days, in complete contrast to what is expected of weather for the season.
*If you have eyes to see. Not all do. One is chosen – elected – and it is possible to ~wake up~.
It is hypothesized by many that the recent “monster hurricane event”, Florence – “this is going to be a big one”, every purportedly-to-be-impacted state official said – was HAARPed into existence only to hide the proximity of Nibiru The Destroyer.
Recently, the YouTube channel host of JonXArmy captured a telescopic image of the feathered serpent in infrared with a 400mm lens. Looking at the capture, watching it move through space, corroborates every cultural mythos and story about this being, known as Quetzalcoatl, Kukulcan, Amaru (America derives its name from that: Amaruca), Viracocha, the nachash, Oannes, Prometheus, the red dragon, Ophucius… Enki…
JonXArmy reached out to his 100K+ subscribers and shared the footage, and in discussion, was recommended to have Zen Garcia in an interview about this. If you did not know, Zen has compiled over 25 books of ancient texts, and published them with his editing commentary. His zealous reading and research has pieced together portions of our true past that, like other researchers (Steve Quayle, Graham Hancock, Gary Wayne, Ron Wyatt, Zecharian Sitchen – despite flaws, and many more), make what the elite from every age going back to the first one have endeavored with every might they have. Which, actually, they took i.e. stole from us via deception.
Via the kubuki theater called Global Warming / Climate Control / Geoengineering, they are still deceiving the masses, penultimately.
Here’s a video – it’s long, two-and-one-half hours, I haven’t watched it – with another authority on mankind’s true history, David Carrico, calledLegend of the feathered serpent – The BIGGEST religious cover up in History, “with Special Guest Zen Garcia. We will be discussing the worship of the feathered serpent across the antediluvian plane during primordial times. We will in the show also be tying the fall and rebellion of Samael, and other Seraphim angels to the nachash’s beguilement of Eve in Genesis chapter 3 and Revelation 12’s allusion to the Dragon, that old serpent’s deception of the whole world.”
Most of them. I repeat: If you have eyes to see. Not all do. One is chosen – elected – and it is possible to wake up (because you are chosen to in this time, but you still must choose, it all comes down to our free will, the fate we choose.
Which is why I write. To get the word out. Why I take pictures. Why I share. Those who know are expected to help others. So if you agree with what you read and see here, please share my blog. Let’s help others. Our Great Commission.
It’s the feathered serpent! In a video! We see it with our eyes! Omigosh, the homeland insecurity saying finally has merit! If you see something, say something. I am, and so are others. Please listen.