August 1, 2019
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.
Tags: advertising,all governments are nephilim,baphomet,brainwashing,children,CIA,deception,family,goat,kid,lamb,language,lucifer,programming,sheep,vernacular
July 10, 2019
(It has occurred to me to remind readers that they might want to revisit my posts after they are first published and notification is received, since I often edit with additional resources and material. Thanks!)
“Let the world never forget the name Royal Raymond Rife – for he was prevented from showing us a new world by powerful corporate interests. He and many others. Peace brothers and sisters!”
I suggest playing the above in a separate window as you read this post.
The Purifier is Faithful and True, and the power and might draw from each individual what is within electromagnetically. This Creator-definitive, penultimate intelligence acting force is shaking out and sorting. The world shows and feels it, ramping up to the cleansing, from individual souls in bodies to nations en masse, and continents tremble, quake, weep and sob the wrath felt in rain deluges. You might, if you are a reader here who knows their role as Lightworker, be experiencing your own purification detox process. I certainly am, and over the course of the past year have shared and demonstrated many hacks, helps and homeopathic or systematic process practices for you to amass your toolbox to thrive optimally in these days of Tribulation challenges. For reasons which should be obvious, now is not the time for me to describe exactly what I am addressing and my counter-measures, as I am a Targeted Individual under attack for truthing about ropeworm/The Serpent Seed detox, the lies of the controllers, and Destroyer being here. But the purification caused by this cosmological body electromagnetically within your cells and the core of who you are varies by individual. It can be confusing because not only is it unprecedented on such a level, but societally there is no empathy or support, even physically. The majority of the earth’s people are rutting, raging and getting fat with parasites and cannibalizing each other. The industries and paradigms, the narratives and what this world responds to and with have all been constructed by the rulers to obfuscate and keep hidden the reality we face as Earthlings. If one does know what is happening, further isolation and shunning rejection is the return for one’s caring candor. Do not let this deter you from standing firm in what you know and do.
For we are told in both Ephesians and Revelation, to stand.
It will worsen. Sorry, I’m the “no fun blogger” saying the hard things you must hear, trying to give you every edge I myself have been gifted with sight of, so you can make it HOME TO THE LIGHT, THE MOST HIGH GOD, who is the Alpha and the Omega and Who Is, Was and Will Be, Who is Infinite and who incepts inception itself. Returning to Oneness past this 5G EMF Luciferian fallen angel (remember, “aliens” are the fallen angels, and anything but benevolent, even the Lyrians and Pliedians trying to garner favor with Jehovah, who already said NO) control grid soul-sucking prison. Becoming the soulspirit formed by choices made while a mortal, if your name is in the Book Of Life (Phil 4:3, Rev 3:5, 13:18, 17.8, 20:12, 20:15, 21:27, 22:19): “And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire.” – Revelation 20:15.
Could it be that the lake of fire will be the earth’s electromagnetically charged red oxide atmosphere that we already live in? I think so. The plasma arcs (lightning) release as well as bond Hydrogen and Oxygen, and plasma is liquid. Look at the image (I may add more later, so please check back) I took last night of the “sunset” at a 900-1,000′ elevation, about 8:15PM. Just as in two posts here and here that I did in which my unedited/unaltered photographs, shot with an iPhone simply with my UV filtering sunglasses over the cellphone’s lens, here you see what REALLY IS THERE – The Destroyer – if our senses could operate without being confused, stifled and inhibited from correct assay by the geoengineering chemicals, the lens arrays, HAARP, and biochemical and programming lobotomies. It’s so straightforward that it’s shocking: the UV filter on the inexpensive sunglasses reveals all red spectrum that NASA et al designed the stratospheric injection aerosol geoengineering chemicals and particulates to hide from our biological ocular system registration and processing of visual information – in short, the hidden light spectrum revealed, courtesy of UV sunglasses and an iPhone4. (Once ‘they’ read this post, I’m sure they’ll “get right on it” – and me, even more… but I cannot remain silent in the face of Evil: I have spoken bravely despite painful consequences since I began to talk at nine months.) Almost everyone is utterly incapable of seeing what I share here with you, and others share also: there are few of us, as it has been written.
But what I can tell you is that this is the time of sorting. The time to detox, cleanse, and focus on the positive. You are already redeemed: live it now. Give love to your family, and if you are estranged from your own flesh and blood as I am, these words could never be more relevant than now: “And the brother shall deliver up the brother to death, and the father the child: and the children shall rise up against their parents, and cause them to be put to death.” – Matthew 10:21
It is my hope that my two adult children read this, and my beloved granddaughter E., who I got these books for two weeks ago, and I pray I am able to give them to her.
The “weather” is NOT a “tropical storm hurricane season”. THEY ARE LYING, THOSE VAPID SO-CALLED METEOROLOGIST NEWSCASTERS.
This is literally an event of biblical proportions, and the ancient sacred texts which have managed to survive Grand Crossings of Nibiru/Wormwood/The Destroyer/PlanetX all describe what the geoengineering filters, HAARPed fake weather and try to hide: it’s here. That’s why the 5G towers – and crowsnest shooting turrets in the DC Metro/NOVA area to boot – are ready for: TO CONTROL MASS HYSTERIA OF CROWDS AS ELECTROMAGNETIC MINDWIPES HAPPEN, AND TO KEEP PEOPLE FROM ASCENDING (a scheme I don’t believe is possible, but O does satan try).
I love you. I love you all.
So even if the aeon flux of plasma discharges are leaving you feeling new levels of low, and weird, and all is strange, stand. STAND. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. Stay GOOD. DO YOUR BEST. Be PREPARED for days or weeks or months without food. Be ready with all you can to help your family.
Pray, fast and meditate.
BREATHE DEEPLY AND STAY CALM.
YOUR LUNGS ARE WHERE YOUR WINGS ATTACH (click to read my post on that!) When you breathe deeply, and learn to master fear with inner strength, you are building your spirit soul. Or not… that’s your choice, our free will in action.
Max Spiers said this first, RIP truther Max who was murdered with nanotechnology black goo. He said that these fallen angel reptilians want our heart energy, and that’s a fact, and why they have soul-sucked us dry as slaves, and created trauma systems.
THAT’S ALMOST OVER!
You are a WARRIOR: A DIVINE CHILD OF GOD ❤
Tags: apocalypse,climate change lie,electromagnetic,FAMILY,Grand Crossing,GRANDCHILDREN,heart energy,human being,Illuminati,Invest92L,LOVE,Max Spiers,The Weather Channel,satanic ritual abuse,targeted individual,trauma,vibration
Their artwork says it all. They just need to wake up now.
Tags: ascension, Children of The Light, DNA, dome, Emily, family, firmament, flat earth, heart language, human cloning, I LOVE YOU, Max, MKUltra, slavery, soul trap, SRA, satanic ritual abuse, Truth
May 25, 2019
It Was Felicity
I’ve worked at horse barns most of my life, spending time since age two on my Uncle Mike’s farm, learning to ride my cousin Kimmie’s pony Princey at age four. By fourteen I had my first barn job. I mucked stalls, cleaned tack and walked sweaty school horses in endless laps around countless rings for hours a day in exchange for a one-hour weekly lesson. Silver spoon background, I had not: no wealthy parents fostered my passion. I’ll never forget my disbelief at that last job witnessing the Olympic finals teenage rider who’d worn out her show pony throw her engraved sterling silver spurs to the ring gravel as she pulled off her boots, and another throw a helmet that cost as much as a month of lessons. That is, would cost if I, my working single-mother self could’ve afforded them. No, I earned this.
In adulthood, I managed barns, training horses in exchange for board for my own. Motherhood had its own price, and to keep horses in my life required labor expenditure on my part. The difference was that commensurate with my skills came responsibility and respect. I was a self-made equestrian; I had an interesting lifestyle offering stability to my two children because I had no familial or monetary support – even court-ordered child support was held withheld from us by a mad world… but I had horses. Whether my own or others’, I was their keeper, caregiver and sometimes, their last friend. For man has a cruel hand with animals, and most humans refuse to acknowledge how heartless they themselves can be.
With my children grown, my immersion into the horse world increased. I began managing show barns, eventing, dressage, Lexington Cup, then working for Olympic level riders, caring for their million dollar horses. With wealth seemed even greater disregard. Often, I was closer to the horses than their owners.
At that last barn in 2007 was a horse named Felicity. A prematurely aged, emaciated mare; outgrown by the owner’s daughters, then leased for show like a rental car. She had literally run her heart out; they call it broken wind. Labored breath and imbalanced step was her existence. I wondered why they didn’t euthanize her, as I gave her the daily injections they kept her alive with, her suffering made worse by lack of touch. The owners wouldn’t touch her. Money was their love.
One Summer evening, as I arrived to turn out the heat-of-day-stalled equine athletes for their one hour of turnout while I cleaned their stalls, I knew it was Felicity’s time to go. Arriving there after my day job in the hour that ushers twilight in, I went to her stall first and found her chest against the wall, her throttled neck hanging in dead weight over the window ledge, with labored breath and fear in her eyes. “We’re getting spinner rims on our rigs. We can’t come. The vet’s going to put her down in the morning”, one of the owners said when I called.
They were going to let her die alone and didn’t even leave me a note.
Putting my cellphone back my pocket, with all my strength of body and will I lifted her head back out of the window, wrapping myself under her neck. We aren’t supposed to do this, they can crush us if we fall. I supported her all the way to the field gate, reluctantly leaving her standing there as I went to turn out the other four horses. I heard Felicity hit the ground from two barns and an indoor ring away. Grabbing a horse blanket, I ran. A velvet mist coated the dusk, and my eyes caught her silhouette at center of the fenceline at the west edge of the field. Experience had taught me to pad their heads against the ground lest in the throes of death their eyes are gouged out. I kept that blanket under her head and went around in circles with her as her flailing hooves sought one last hold and she gasped for air, eyes seeing beyond wild. She was not going to let life go.
A soft rain began to fall, and without thinking, I remembered asking the owners if she had ever had babies, and was told she’d had one stillborn foal, and was never bred again. Risking safety, I grabbed her head between my hands. Her lips were pulled back as she gnashed her teeth and it was dangerous, her hooves striking in all directions in wild last extensions, running from the end. “Felicity! Felicity! Listen to me, Felicity! Your baby’s out there, do you see her? She’s in the grass; she’s waiting for you to go nurse her. Go to her, go nurse your baby, Felicity!” My hands on each side of her cheeks, I pulled her gaze to where I was looking into the sunset mist and I saw her baby on the green grass waiting in the rain, looking toward her mommy. I did, and she did too. Her neck arched, and her lips curled back in a death rattle froth of foam for what seemed like forever. I held her face looking into her eyes and I saw not death, but Life. I saw her run to her baby in the green grass in the rain. I saw beyond an ending to the eternity waiting before us. Felicity helped me to see.
Laura R. Brooks
Written March, 2013
Felicity – noun; [mass noun]
1. Intense happiness.
‘What he’s talking about – as always – is how to lead a good and therefore happy life; he loved productivity and valued felicity.’
‘In this respect they work as much in favor of happiness in this world as of felicity in the next.’
‘We suspect felicity is not likely to accompany a sense of entitlement, which arises from a sullen sense that not only are things not improving but that that is because we have no control – the world does not appreciate our true worth.’
‘For such a person, felicity after death could be higher than felicity before death. But felicity is, in the end, something to be sought.’
‘All we have to do is speak our preferences plainly and a whole new world of mutual felicity should arise.’
2. The ability to find appropriate expression for one’s thoughts.
‘He exposed the kernel of the matter with his elegance and felicity of expression, and audacities of phrase struck him as grotesque monstrosities, where everything was absurd, unreal, and impossible.’
‘An original thinker always alertly attuned to contemporary culture, he was admired for his intellectual style and the felicity with which he expressed his ideas.’
‘Authentic humans draw on experience and felicity of expression, courage and uncompromising values to become witnesses to truth.’
Eloquence, aptness, appropriateness, appropriacy, suitability, suitableness, applicability, fitness, relevance, pertinence, correctness, rightness
‘I have wondered, for instance, whether it is more a sense of brushstroke rather than verbal felicity that makes for some of the most arresting words and imagery in the arts.’
‘It has been admired for ‘its simplicity, its dignity, its power, its happy turns of expression the music of its cadences, and the felicities of its rhythm.’
‘Innocent jokes depend upon verbal felicities, puns, play upon words, combining incongruous words, oscillating between occasional felicities amidst triviality.’
Late Middle English: from Old French felicite, from Latin felicitas, from felix, felic- ‘happy’.
Tags: animals, compassion, death, eternity, existence, family, heaven, horses, life, love, materialism, parenting, soul, spirit, valhalla, writing
May 24, 2019
Well you didn’t wake up this morning ’cause you didn’t go to bed
You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red
The calendar on your wall is ticking the days off
You’ve been reading some old letters
You smile and think how much you’ve changed
All the money in the world couldn’t buy back those days
You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes
You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky This is the day your life will surely change
This is the day when
things fall into place
You could’ve done anything, if you’d wanted And all your friends and family think that you’re lucky
But the side of you they’ll never see
Is when you’re left alone with the memories That hold your life together like glue
You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes
You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky
This is the day your life will surely change
This is the day when things fall into place
This is the day your life will surely change
This is the day your life will surely change
This is the day your life will surely change
(I began this post this morning, after two days of feeling faint just standing over the faucet for a few seconds/breaths as I tended filling my water distiller).
The municipal water is poisoned, and smells like anesthetic used for surgeries, operating pre-op and post-op recovery rooms COMPLETELY. Or like the numbing lidocaine, novacaine or procaine injections for dental procedures, sutures and bone-setting. I smell bromine in it as well. This is water saturated with active covalent carbon ring chemicals. I should know, I have an associate of science in chemistry and ran the chemistry lab at the local college back in the eighties when going to school still meant something (such as education was and is, coming from the controllers).
DO NOT BREATHE NEAR A FAUCET WHEN USING IT. Use as little as possible. THEY ARE ANESTHETIZING EVERYONE AGAINST THEIR WILL THROUGH THE WATER. Keep your showers and baths as short as possible, and use the coolest temperature you can. Add detox helps like Borax, Epsom salt crystals, Hydrogen Peroxode, Pink Himalayan or Natural sea salt, baking soda, vinegar, lemon juice, essential oils, calcium hypochlorite pool shock, mustard (dry or a jar of cheap yellow), essential oils, diatomaceous earth, bentonite clay, milk… BUT GET IN, SOAK UNTIL THE WATER IS COLD AND THEN RINSE QUICKLY WITH COLD WATER AND GET OUT.
This is war on the human race. We are divine beings of Light, a part of The Creator. At least about 99.999% of us are, or could have been before going past their personal point of no return.
So let me assure you, when I found the footage yesterday which almost exactly shows what I had seen in my dream, I was blown away. I got offline, meditated, slept quite well actually, and have been doing things online and also a good bit of “housekeeping” so that if we are transmuted to the higher spheres with this crossing, if my daughter and son do decide to come claim my possessions, they will find all the writings, digital files of videos, frequencies and protocols, true history, images – all the good stuff I have learned and amassed these last four-plus years since I was targeted with Lyme and Morgellons by the powers-that-be to prevent me from doing exactly what I am doing here: helping to liberate humanity from the parasitic tyranny and destruction of our species in the fallen angel, Luciferian Anunnaki soultrap of transhumanism.
I found this article with video of the PlanetX system by NASA on the ExpressUK website. It’s short, so I copied the text here, and embedded the video. https://www.express.co.uk/news/science/1130792/nasa-asteroid-earth-mini-moon-set-to-skim-earth-1999kw4-space-news
NASA asteroid Earth approach: MILE-WIDE asteroid with its own MINI MOON set to skim Earth
NASA has warned an asteroid big enough to boast its own mini moon will make a near-Earth approach tomorrow. An asteroid binary first spotted 20 years ago will make another close encounter with Earth this week. US space agency NASA has been tracking the brace of space rocks, dubbed KW4. And grainy footage shows the asteroid growing steadily brighter as it approaches Earth ahead of its closest approach tomorrow.
Although classified by NASA as technically “potentially hazardous”, asteroid 1999 KW4 will breeze by safely.
It’s actually quite a complex shape.
Even at its closest, the space rock fly-by 3,216,271 miles from Earth – 13.5 times the distance to the moon.
Asteroid 1999 KW4 is actually two objects, consisting of a larger space rock measuring 0.8 mile across (1.3km) and a mini moon orbiting it.
NASA explained: “The main body (primary) of 1999 KW4 is about 1300 meters across, but is actually quite a complex shape.
“It is slightly squashed at the poles and with a mountain ridge around the equator, which runs all the way around the asteroid,’ according to the observatory.
End of article. That’s it. That’s how they are deceiving the world about The Destroyer!
The image I captured as a still shot is closer to what I dreamt on May 16th, when I woke early in the morning recalling a dream I had just had.
I have had sight since I was very young, meaning all my life. Just one of the reasons the CIA came to my high school FIVE TIMES in 12th grade trying to recruit me (read my bio if you disbelieve). I foresaw my stepfather setting the house on fire and saved my three younger brothers and saved my mother from suicide just at age 11 alone. At age 18, I saw the chemical formula for CocaCola written in the sky, though I had no reason to know it and failed chemistry miserably in 10th grade, not knowing I would love it in college 5 years later, when the instructor, Dr. George Farrant, an ex-Coca Cola industrial chemist-turned-professor wrote it on the blackboard; I recognized it immediately.
I foresaw what is happening now as Wormwood approaches in my end of the world NOT FOR A CONSTANT MOMENT BUT THE WORLD WILL BE OBLITERATED vision at 19, and my brother’s suicide at 24 (he was 20). I have seen UFOs since age 4, spirits, demons, orbs and portals and angels, since a sundog is a NASA lie to refute their existence. My extrasensory perception went into overdrive when I began detoxing in late 2015 in my journey to self-treat and heal from Morgellons and Lyme, and only increases in the metadimensional shift we’re in now.
Here’s what I wrote in my journal when I woke up [CAPITALIZED WORDS LIKE THIS ADDED FOR READER CLARIFICATION]:
Looking toward SW, clear sky, sun would have been off –> SE (see bracketed spot [SUN] for place
DREAM OF SEEING PLANETS ALIGNED IN DAYLIGHT DREAMT AT NIGHT BEFORE WAKING UP MORNING WHEN IT WAS MY FIRST CONSCIOUS THOUGHT
To my surprise, I awoke recalling a dream that the planets aligned in the sky in full daylight and daytime. Not a straight line, more like ot the right (drawing) [THOUGH THE FIRST DRAWING IS PROBABLY ACCURATE AND REMOTE VIEWERS SHOULD NOT SECOND GUESS]. In the dream, I was in the back yard with my neighbor Mary, looking at her garden. I looked up, saw the planets in that alignment, called to her to look. She saw, acknowledged, despite being a skeptic/”objective observer” as she calls it, “choosing not to focus on the negative” when the subject of geoengineering comes up (like most people’s attitudes, “I can’t change it, so I don’t think about it”). But as I marvelled, I realized I should photograph it. Ran into the house, could not find my phone, found it in my purse from my wifi foray sortie yesterday, then woke up.
Laid there pretty shocked, it felt so real. Just a few hours before, had woken in night + looked out window –> see + the illuminated sky that is brighter by the day. [NOT SURE WHAT I NEGLECTED TO FINISH THAT WITH NOW] Yesterday began cloudless, but by 11AM the high altitude chem jets trails were making diff kinds of clouds. By eve. they obscured the skies, first focusing on S/SW in AM. When woke from dream ~6:30AM, heard wet street tire sounds. Raining. Yet where “sun” is in SE very bright up there and blue skies intersperse low-atmosphere clouds –> SW! [AT] @ 6:30-7:30AM still as I write, now is sunny, inc[LUDING] SE. People are so biochemically lobotomized.
Compare the two and it appears I had a vision of what NASA decided to show from their land-based, non-CGI actual video recording of Wormwood.
I wrote about the celestial objects accompanying it last June, when I began this blog.
But fear is not a thing we are prey to. We are not in danger, we are on the edge of eternal liberation and joy finally. Anything that would happen to us physically or emotionally is but a blip in the wavelength of our transcendence to our glorious forms of beauty. The word martyr actually means witness. We are witnesses and watchers and our souls this time now to be here, because our souls strove spiritually to fight this battle and we’ve won. ❤
To assist maintaining your high frequency, drink lots of distilled water with alkaline fruit juices in small amounts, eat vegan or vegetarian, eat lightly. I like to keep an old Bragg’s ACV bottle, label removed so advertising cymatics don’t affect my water, which I fill with my home-distilled water that never comes in touch with BPA or plastic. I add lemon or lime juice, some pure stevia (sometimes), a teaspoon of pure vitamin C crystals (you can work up to high dosages, I did) which antioxidate your cells and speed cellular electroconductivity which is your LIGHT INFORMATION NETWORK, and I add MSM – Methysulfonylmethane – because it helps to reverse damage from all geoengineering materials. I sometimes add some of my homemade kombucha or kvass, or herb teas. This is a great time for some valerian root if you feel some anxiety – try the Ascension Tea I make.
Take breaks from tasks to reset your focus and not get stiff in any one thing. Stretch, flop, do yoga, unkink. Burn incense. I use Satya Sai Baba Nag Champa Agarbatti, in the same big box that is the kind my daughter Emily gave me for Christmas in 2004, fifteen years ago. Every time I burn it, or look at the box in my room even, I think of her and share my love in heart thoughts. Also, angels respond to scents and come near those which heighten the spirit. They are repelled by awful smells, like grilling and barbeque… blood, burning flesh, alcohol, and human body waste.
I burn Govinda White Sage sticks, dried rosemary, mint or bay leaves or any flower petals I have managed to dry and save, and Palo Santo sticks. Drops of essential oils here and there (my favorite diffuser just wore out), including when rinsing yourlaundry. Citrus, Mint and Rosemary EOs together are amazing for focus and a quiet mind simulataneously. Calming Lavender is good for now, and Patchouli (had to get up and put some on just writing that!).
Be gentle and circumspect and loving. Listen to frequencies and uplifting non-440 hertz music and tones. Sing, walk, love others. Be alone and meditate and though it may be a constant effort, return to your center because the Light you are is within you. Create, connect and cherish, even if you are alone. Breathe. Breathe deeply and slowly. Breathe the word love in the sign of infinity, the breathing track, the Law of God.
I love you and am writing to you, YOU, as you read this, you feel my love. Should my granddaughter Emily reads this, I love you. Always know that the piece of soul you were made to tear off for me when I was shunned is safe with mine in Love and Light, and you are a divine child of God. I love you all. No one can stop us from loving.
Whether today is the day, we must remember that every day is the day, every moment, every breath, to be who we have always been, divine beauty in the Eye of Our Beholder, the Most High God.
Tags: ascension, electromagnetic, FAMILY, frequency, light, LOVE, NASA, Nibiru, PEACE, PlanetX, Pole Shift, remote viewing, The Destroyer, third eye, vision, water, Wormwood
DO YOU KNOW THIS FACE?
This woman was a nurse in Washington D.C. and Maryland, working at Washington Hospital Center, Bethesda Naval Hospital, and then Bon Secours and St. Agnes hospitals in Baltimore. She received her nursing degree from Washington County Hospital in Hagerstown, Maryland, a short drive from Camp David. Upon graduating nursing school, she became an assistant to leading cardiac research doctors, and was one of the country’s first critical care nurses, which at that time was called “coronary intensive care”.
She worked full-time nights in the hospitals, and had charge of one patient per shift. She controlled their respiration, fluid intake and output, post-operative care including aneuryisms, heart replacement, bypasses and stents, pain management and oversaw keeping patients in medically induced as well as natural cause [sic] comas. (She wrote their care plans while drinking scotch and smoking Salems at her breakfast room table.) She was more like an angel of death than a nurse restoring life. She drank, smoked, and took sleeping pills, amphetamines, antidepressants, diuretics, wore Jean Nate perfume and emulated Jackie Kennedy while acting like an entitled Jewish Princess. She was a “swinger”, and her husband was a four-year warship U.S. Navy musician during the Korean War, who then went on to his masters in music, was in Beatnik and jazz bands yet became a public school instrumental music teacher, deacon of his church (Lutheran) and adult choir director. They both drank alcohol daily, partner-swapped with friends, beat their children on top of the beatings she received at his hands when she voiced her unhappiness with their lifestyle. They were good-looking, fashionable, and respected in their work and the community.
Do you recognize her face? Is she in your nightmares?
Because that’s my mother.
My mother, a coronary care [sic] nurse, tortured people and monitored their responses, keeping patients on respirators, EKG, EEG and IVs, determining when to tell the doctors to drug them, and controlling – or neglecting to treat – the maintenance of their excretory functions. Her cold, Mengele-like presence is all their souls had while they hung in life’s last balance. This is who raised me, and I was early MKUltra. My first year of life was being “kept tied spread-eagled in the crib with Ace bandages, sedated with liquid opiate Paregoric, with my body functions controlled by diuretics, laxatives and enemas”… her words, admitted to me about twenty years ago.
While the memories of what was done to me in my local environment by these monstrous parents were never buried, it has taken me a lifetime to discern the shadowpast background of REM cloned constant satanic ritual abuse, and their facilitation in making me (and my brothers) available to the cloning program. What a boon it must have been for them, financially, and in terms of the sick prestige and Sixtie’s hip echelons of society they were allowed into, to have had a highly intelligent, extremely verbal and multi-talented first girl child. My memories go back as early as eight or nine months. I see the faces, I see the animals, I feel the pain and I bear scars.
End of part one of my disclosure.
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