We maintain our own image this way, not the “I’m not a robot’ reCAPTCHA we must undergo as they force us to feed our souls into the hive using digital. I can only guess at how the frequencies have created this illusion (world, tech,sensory).
I believe we all need to stop using technology and force-wean ourselves off its death teat. But we need to do it at the moment which is right, and what’s that moment? When? Because people are still being clued in with the connecting dots.
I was thinking about it this morning, how our collective heart energy will shift the dimension in, that the two are united in effect through intention, and we must all do it.
That this is the rebellion on the battlefield, the tactic that we will win by doing, by disengaging with the beast. I think it’s really obvious now that this is it.
One example is the translator called babelfish. And thanks to whistleblower _______ Voorhees, the Googhoul employee who disclosed their official documents which prove their systematic control of language and information (and I can’t even find his first name, they have filtered this bombshell of truth out with their biased algorithms!) we can’t trust the internet searches and their archival reputation at all. The Washington D.C. radio station WTOP aired a commercial yesterday which said: “TRUST IS NEVER EARNED, AND TRUTH IS EITHER DELIVERED OR DISTORTED.” I kid you not. LOOK at those words. You read them correctly. Hello Newspeak. Another example is how apps and websites build cryptocurrency wealth as users use them, and in light of the fact that all health records are on the blockchain, disease and death will be programmed, and carried out by nanobots in the medical providers, all human and environmental vectors and the victim. Since this world is simply frequency, and WE ARE FREQUENCY, this makes sense.
Excerpt: Denial is the longest river of shit in the world, and as we keep executing the “No, I’m not a robot” reCATPTCHA to use the internet and to live life (for it has come to that now, ~UNdeNIably), we are giving ourselves to the captors. When will we cease to exist, unless WE JUST STOP?
This is a world in which children are a teased, prodded, tantalized, traumatized, tortured, raped, cannibalized and eaten alive and murdered in order that the fallen angel “alien” dieties (the Annunaki of Mesopotamia and Sumer provide the most evidence, but it precedes those ages), who do not have the mitochondrial capacity body type to metabolize light energy in food, so they harvest children, adults, animals – all living things.
My first memory was waking up at age nine months, tied into a metal-barred white-enamelled crib spread-eagled, held down in an X-shaped crucifix form of ACE Bandages, in pain, unable to move. That is my first memory.
My mother was a Washington, D.C. cardiac research nurse and I was used in government experiments to monitor my reaction to what was being done to me. My body functions of urination and defecation were controlled with diuetics, laxatives and enemas. I was kept sedated on Paregoric, a Class-5 liquid opiate, and forced to live on my back.
After two years of this, my mother’s brother who had been an Air Force Pilot in the Korean War, and had become an architect an gentleman farmer who built the grotto in Emmittsburg, MD, the Marian Visions of the Black Sun took place at, discovered what was being done to me after I had been released from the crib and my father raped me on the kitchen counter. When he left for the day (he had been in the US Navy in their band for four years on a ship, and was getting his Bachelors Degree in Music at the U of MD), I went to the bathroom and got the bottle of Bayer’s children’s orange-flavored aspirin and ate the hole bottle, to try to kill myself. I had already pulled the shells of my two turtles off, hiding behind the couch, so see what dying was. My mother has told me, because I liked the orange taste of baby aspirin, and apparently had a lot of it those two years in the crib being data-collected for the CIA’s MK Ultra pilot projects Monarch and Mannequin, that it would kill me. I needed to know what dead was. So I killed Tinkerbell and Sam, and, sobbing, ate the baby aspirin, crawled under my parents bed, and a thunderstorm came. My stomach hurt and I cried. My mother found me and made it all even worse by making me drink some awful yellow syrup (Ipecac), and I vomited. When my father came home I was whipped with a belt. I couldn’t count yet, but at some point I passed out.
My uncle took me from my parents to his farm in Flintstone, Maryland. Since I was only two, and he had to work (he was building the hospital that was in Cumberland), and my three cousins (one, P.B., was in the Montauk projects while he was in the Navy, and was severely damaged, and he became a medical officer at Fort Detrick, where in 1996 he would tell me they made AIDS) were not much older than I was, my uncle put a dog harness on me and attached the dog chain to it and an old bulldozer tire which he filled with sand and toys, and placed it at the edge of the tributary to the Potomac River that ran through his farm. A cooler with drinks and sandwiches was there and the chain was just the right length to prevent me from drowning. That was the summer of 1961 and I was two. He knew that was a much safer existence for me that what my parents were using me for. This caused a lot of tension, but I am grateful for his intervention, although it didn’t last long, it saved my life, I am sure. I was able to visit his farm until age ten. He too was under attack, like his own uncles, he resisted the cabal, refused to become a Freemason, and he died an unnatural death prematurely.
My nightmares were of hiding from Nazi stormtroopers with dogs, and I was protecting my brothers and other kids, hiding us in walls, cabinets, cellars, and hanging upside-down from the silver-plated box springs of beds, the aluminum-flake metal getting into
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 11 (I stopped it, she was in a coma, naked, beet-red, covered in foam, slimy clear froth coming from her mouth).
I have experienced ghosts, poltergeist and demons in my space since childhood as well. Once a woman died while I was drawing her blood when I was in pre-med at a Johns Hopkins Hospital (it was peaceful, her spirit passed through both of us and circled the ceiling and left. It was tranquil and affirming, I was 22).
At age 5, on a Baltimore television show on WJZ13, I loved to watch at home on Sunday afternoons, the host was a kind hobo in a gray suit. During each show, the children would all free-dance to classical music the likes of Erik Satie: interpretive. At home I dance my heart out. My father got me a ticket to be on the show, drove me there in the Dodge in the photo on this page and when it was time to dance, I wouldn’t. I felt as if I didn’t belong there then. Lorenzo (the “hobo” host – Stu Kerr was his name) knelt in front of me as I sat in a folding chair alone, all the children dancing, and askjed me – the cameras rolling – why I wasn’t dancing with the other children. “Because I’m not a child”, I answered. I was beaten for that, and once home, received lashes with the buckle end of the belt on my bare bottom.
At seven I began calling the police on my parents, but after the second call, I stopped, I couldn’t walk for the wounds from the belt buckle and broken yardsticks on my buttocks, thighs and calves. I stopped crying then, a silent rebellion.
The church was an escape, and the school ignored every word I said. I dared not tell anyone else.
Occasionally I would awake at a different age, time or place. I’d draw it, write stories, and it was said that I had a great imagination, was a dreamer.
By age ten, my parents were divorced. My father, high in the Elks Lodge heirarchy, MA in Music Howard County teacher, deacon of our church impregnated a young neighbor and it gets worse. Mother, an ICU night nurse fulltime, made me stop playing anymore and be her personal slave Cinderella and she was Mommie-dearest. She had a man move in who was a Roman Catholic from Highlandtown, John Anthony Baronowski. He and she were big-time swingers. I was drugged alot and used at his parties when she was at work. He was a pimp in Baltimore and had a string of hookers, passing off a fake career as a Baltimore City Police Detective with a fake badge. I found this out from my best friend Susie Collum’s dad, who worked as an engineer at Westinghouse nearby. He had compassion for me because I was kind, and had the three brothers and running the house on my young shoulders. I did everything by sixth grade. Everything. My mother and “Mr. John” ‘swung’.
Mr. John drugged me and tried to burn the house down with my brothers in it, and I saved us. He had left. That was in the middle of the night in February of 1970. My dog Dutchie saved us really. She jumped on my bed, barkig, despite the two “hot toddies” he had me drink because “couldn’t sleep because I feel like something bad is going to happen”. That something bad was pouring gasoline all over the kitchen curtains and setting the house on fire so they could collect on the Gerber Child Life Insurance Policies my mother had just taken out. She had had me bring her home the papers from Catonsville Elementary School. I asked for them in the office, Miss Hall gave them to me.
Someone in a video just said people are having problems remembering their past(s). Not me.
So here we were, me, Jay, Charlie and David, barefoot in snow, and I ran to Miss Bruchey’s next door and banged, calling the police and fire department. Mr. John came running up just as they arrived, and must have watched from a distance around the corner, then gone around the alley and come down the driveway from the back. He ran up and said “Thank God you got here, it’s horrible”, and pretended to cry. He threw himself on the ground and pretended he was suffering. I looked at him, a sixth grade girl, still outside in the snow barefoot, and screamed “YOU DID THIS!”
It gets worse… My mother drove up and he became a crisis actor.
After that I began to imagine them dying in a car accident, praying for forgiveness for the thoughts. In my dreams I tore him and other men’s eyes out, jumping on their backs from behind. I was staunchly virtuous, and suffered constant beatings, being burned, bruised, bones broken. My brothers… oh my god.
Charlie was driven to commit suicide at age 20, and event I had a vision of but could not stop. The other two are still alive, if you call it that.
So when the CIA came to collect their supersoldier in her twelfth grade year, I said no. Those are just a few high spots.
Here I am.
They (the Annunaki interdimensional parasites who rule this world) don’t let a person succeed who does that.
My great uncles suffered similar fates career-wise, Uncle Homer even losing his entire valley because he left the DuPont wing of Post WWII Operation Paperclip. He tried to get so far from them he bought an entire valley in California, and had to go in and out by plane, helicopter, or guywire and pulleys. (I even met a man online last year who grew up hearing about my great uncle!) – the movie Chinatown is about that land they flooded. They took his land. I ended up living with Uncle Homer on the farm he had after that in St. Mary’s County, Maryland. It’s Amish now. He’s long passed.
The early days of the projects involved extremely invasive methods with drug classes and handlers who had less finesse than the eighties and nineties. Also, the saturation and vernacular of commercial pop culture and children in the gamer world hadn’t biased interpretation of what was happening.
The MK Ultra ran out of Spring Grove State Hospital, just across the beltway bridge. We used to go watch the Leary LSD experiments on the weekends, and saw and heard what I don’t like to describe. The Catonsville Nine draft record burning was dome with chemicals mixed by a member who became my UMBC Physics instructor. Small world. My high school friend Will Wilson went on the paint Michael Jackson’s BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR album cover. He’s then one who took me to the CIA’s Forever Family cult.
I remember when the entities would visit me, and their forms which went through walls, or came through radios and televisions, like now, but more evident then. More visible.
My children made art about the cloning centers before they went to the dentist, who gave them fluoride treatments. Dear GOD I wish I had known then. I should have listened to their father, Jamie, my husband. He told me fluoride was used by the Nazis in concentration camps, but I didn’t understand yet. But he had already been fractured, himself a butterfly from DC used in sex trade as a child by his father, the then-Chaplain of Fort Meade Military Base. The clientele they were passed around in included being at the *author Tom Wolfe‘s home, and they were still friends with his clone son of same name, dress (white suit) and affectations. We “partied” together.
The images of my two children are black and white photographs I took, developed and printed. My daughter’s is infrared, my son’s is Tri-X. Note the starfish… sure you have.
After I was left homeless by this reptilian mass media shill whose YouTube banner literally is the station’s mast truck he operates, set up at Sandy Hook, the whole setup behind – he is the one who wrote “I’m in news, I lie for a living” publicly, in 2013 – and then I was targeted with Lyme and developed Morgellons Syndrome, the canary-in-the-coal-mine reaction true children of the Light with a high VMAT2 gene expression have. Because we are extra small, atom-sized, atom-us.
I’ll stop there. I’m grateful others speak out too. It helps to be specific. Makes a person more believable. Of course in the case of a child, then that’s different. I love you all, and each of us is a wayshower. There is great deception, and we cannot even conceive of what joy awaits us soon. We are refined by The Purifier, so stand. Or as I said in last night’s post, RISE ❤
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September 29, 2019
Posted after the Healing Gregorian Chant 432Hz 3 Hours frequency video, prompted by @Truthscrambler’s comment, and the video below is the hyperlink embedded in the word “cymatics” in the book I am writing and have posted for my granddaughter, and must reshare here.
This video unlocks things for you.
Structured water actually is everything. The firmament, space, the space within the atom, Adam, Adamus, us, the US, now Babylon. Rise up if you can. Words.
The dimensional shift is what unsettling people. The pain, heart palpitations, clenched jaw, teeth, muscles, cramps, crying jags, emotional outbursts, twinges, restless legs, spasms, nightmares, depression, family feuds…
We are already gone. The cataclysm coming is what will break ionic bonds of material perception of this realm.
Size is irrelevant. We begin as one photon. The planets we see were each one as well, one photon. Stop thinking about time, distance and measure. Irrelevant. Read the ancient texts free of the judeo-christian filters and mind control. We can become stars or formless ones. Like them, but in human blood building materials and natural flavors and foods, medicines, products and if Bill Gates has his way, neighborhood soylent plants.
That’s why they have us feeding ourselves into the cloud for them.
That’s why I’m not online much. F that.
DARPA IS LUCIFER.
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THE SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER DIGITAL DNA AND CREDIT SCORE TIE-IN FOR HUMAN CONTROL DISCLOSURE UNDERWAY
September 5, 2019
The tags and categories say it all.
“You will keep Him in perfect peace, Whose mind is stayed on You, Because He trusts in You.”– Isaiah 26:3
“Know what is in front of your face, and what is hidden from you will be disclosed to you. For there is nothing hidden that will not be revealed.” – Nag Hammadi
In the texts suppressed by Religion, Inc.,, the Apostle Paul directly refers to the world rulers as supernatural archons in political power. All the external things of this material world keep us looking outside of ourselves when the kingdom is within.
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The Western world culture, established post-Columbus/globe theory takeover, compartmentalizes everything. I have intuitively felt an affinity for the Indian Hindu culture since childhood, and daydream about living in Auroville. When I was five years old, and *riding a streetcar into Baltimore City with my mother, the year before they were all torn out, an older Indian woman sat across the center aisle from me, in a beautiful sari with a ruby in her pierced nose and her bindi. I must have stared with interest, as she did look at me back, but my mother made me stop looking, and her response instilled a feeling of a shame no one should have to feel, but that’s how institutionalized SRA works, from top-down and bottom-up.
*Good luck finding articles online which haven’t been rewritten by the controllers to disinform and program anyone searching for truth about why the United States streetcar system was dismantled. Wiki’s page result for my searchstring “end of streetcars america” yeilds the article titled General Motors streetcar conspiracy although in years past, there was real information about it, as I researched this when the internet was new, having grown up there, and curious, since taking streetcars out made no sense, just as tearing down all the neighborhoods to put in project housing, HUD funded entitlement programs all part of the elite destruction of families and society. I will never forget seeing the landscape of cranes, wrecking balls and bulldozed rubble stretching as far as I could see from US Route 40 into the city when I was seven in a schoolbus on a field trip in second grade: it looked like scenes from Black and White World War II films I had seen on television, movies that were on and my father watched. 1966, 1967.
So compartmentalization. I learned select aspects this breathing in training classes for runners, studying aerobics in college while studying nursing, and the selected portion from the Kapalbati technique taught – though it was attributed to Kapalbati at all, of course, because all educational curriculum is designed to compartmentalize, misinform and dumb us down with falsehoods based on psuedoscience and taking GOD from the equation – the hyper-oxygenation to cells by the controlled breaths like this (exactly like this) – was explained as being a “tool for increased O2 delivery to the muscles for sprinters”, increased stamina for marathon runners, and cleansing lactic acid from muscles post-workout (toxins).
So look at how insane it is, how they hide TRUTH.
The Mission style movement in furniture and Cubism in art both arose as creative responses to the compartmentalization practices being thrust upon mankind by the elite. After the Industrial Revolution and with the advent of advertising and commercial consumerism, Picasso and Georges Braque were the pressure-relief seam exploded for all of humanity and simultaneous fueled etheric stress response harvesting – what is behind Tartarus Energy, what Tesla did – and provided harvest monetarily. We saw the Marxist Revolution and killing of real Jews in the Holodor Holocaust, World War I, the Depression and the Dustbowl… ALL STEERED BY THE ELITE (now by the instructions executed by the Bilderberg group). Art will always be a reaction to human energies, and always becomes controlled and this we have PATRONAGE, a system in which those with money and power steer the creative energies of the masses because they themselves, being Luciferian / Saturnalian, cannot create.
Thank you, Chitta Ananda, for your courageous and beautiful dedication to practicing what the human experience should be. Your reply to yesterday’s blogpost was the gift I pass on to others here today. I am grateful for you and for all the souls we all connect with here, because the Light in each of us makes us One Light. Below is an article on the breathing technique, and as part of a balanced living approach (compartmentalism UN-balances) is possibly what those who exercise incorporate partially by being aware of “reaching their aerobic capacity”. What we are tasked to learn is MINDFULLNESS, and everything in our world now detracts from that: spiritual soul seekers are few. BUT WE ARE HERE.
Kapalbhati pranayama (or Kapalabhati) is one of the six Shatkarmas or methods of internal purification in Hatha Yoga. In Sanskrit, Kapal means the skull and Bhati means to shine or illuminate. Kapalbhati cleans the cranial sinuses and hence the name. Some include Kapalbhati as one of the Pranayama, but in the classic yogic text Hatha Yoga Pradeepika and Gheranda Samhita, it is classified under the Shatkarmas or the purification techniques.
In Kapalbhati, the exhalation (or Rechaka) is forceful and rapid, while the inhalation (or Puraka) is normal. Holding of breath (or Kumbhaka) is not done in Kapalbhati (except when practiced along with the three Bandhas). Only inhalation and exhalation is practiced. Exhalation is the main part of Kapalbhati. The forceful exhalation throws out the carbon dioxide from the lungs and the deep inhalation increases the oxygen content in the blood. Kapalbhati purifies the nerves and the pranic nadis. It also removes excess of Kapha (one of the three Doshas in Ayurveda) from the body.
Sitting Posture for Kapalbhati Pranayama
Kapalbhati has to be practiced in a very steady posture. Padmasana, Siddhasana and Vajrasanacan be used with hands resting on the knees. These asanas are most suited to maintain the posture during the rapid breathing motion. During the practice, every part of the body vibrates and it is difficult to maintain the posture unless it is properly locked into position.
In normal breathing, inhalation is the active process while exhalation is passive. In Kapalbhati this is reversed. The abdominal muscles and the diaphragm are used to forcefully exhale the air. The abdominal muscles forcefully move inwards towards the diaphragm thereby throwing the air out. The inhalation is done in a passive relaxed way to fill the lungs with fresh air. Practice without any gap between two respirations.
All pranayama practices should be learned under the guidance of a qualified yoga instructor. Also, if you have any medical condition, one should consult the doctor before taking up the practice. Kapalbhati should not be practiced by those suffering from heart ailments, high blood pressure, stroke or epilepsy. Those with ulcers should do it with caution. If you had any recent surgery of the thorax and abdomen, you should avoid the practice.
How to do Kapalbhati Pranayama?
Practice Kapalbhati on an empty stomach. Early morning is the best time for the practice. In the evening also one can practice, if there is a gap of about 4 hours after the last meal.
To do Kapalbhati, sit in a steady posture. Padmasana, Siddhasana or Vajrasana are the most suited.
Place the hands on the knees and breathe normally.
Relax the whole body and make sure the spine is straight.
Now, breathe in and out rapidly, with exhalation being forceful. The inhalation should be passive and normal. During exhalation the belly goes inside towards the thorax, forcing out the air from the lungs. Relax during Inhalation to fill the lungs again with fresh air.
Initially one can start with 11 rounds. Later increase it to 60 rounds in one minute. Each inhalation and exhalation should take just one second. Subsequently, with enough practice, you can increase the speed to 120 rounds per minute. Here, each inhalation and exhalation takes only half a second. Increasing the speed of Kapalbhati beyond this may not be useful as the breathing will become very shallow.
After the number of rounds, relax and breathe normally, till the breathing rate comes back to normal. The relaxation period can be roughly between 30 seconds to a minute.
Repeat this process about 3 times in the initial stages. For example, if you are practicing at a rate of 60 rounds per minute, then you would have completed total of 180 rounds (with gap in between after every 60 rounds, for relaxation). This completes one sitting. One may have multiple sittings – one in the morning and one in the evening.
Practice of Kapalbhati with the three Bandhas
Advanced practitioners can practice Kapalbhati along with the three Bandhas. The three Bandhas are the three locks – Mula Bandha (the perineum lock), Uddhiyana Bandha(the abdominal lock) and Jalandhara Bandha (chin Lock). This is also called Tri-Bandha or Maha Bandha.
In this version, after 60 rounds (or 120 rounds) do a deep and forceful exhalation. Hold the breath.
Remain in this position for as long as you are comfortable. One can hold the breath outside for just few seconds in the beginning stages. As one progresses one can increase it to about one minute. Later on, one may even increase it up to two minutes. Only advanced practitioners can reach the Bahya Kumbhaka of two minutes. This is dangerous if there is no proper guidance. Always take the help of an advanced yoga instructor before you try it.
While holding the breath, one can meditate on the void at the eyebrow center.
Release the three Bandhas and inhale deeply. Do few deep inhalations and exhalations, till breathing comes back to normal. Then perform the next round.
Benefits of Kapalbhati Pranayama
Kapalbhati cleans the cranial sinuses and can relieve cerebral thrombosis.
It purifies the nerves and the pranic channels.
This Pranayama removes excess of Kapha (one of the Doshas in Ayurveda) from the body.
Kapalbhati gives a clear mind and helps to control thoughts.
The word Kapala means skull and Bhati means to illumine. This practice adds luster to the face.
The Hatha Yoga Pradeepika claims that Kapalbhati pranayama removes all impurities of the body.
Kapalbhati is the best practice available to oxygenate the blood.
It helps to remove abdominal fat and is an excellent practice for obesity.
Kapalbhati strengthens the abdominal muscles.
The practice of Kapalbhati helps to regulate the breathing mechanism. It prepares the body and mind to take up advanced practices of Pranayama.
I must reiterate the importance of the PTSD and CPTSD Breathing Track exercise, which I learned of and began practicing in 2012. I was one of the first people to be recognized with PTSD, in 2005. Prior to that, it was seen as something only military, emergency rescuers developed. A lifetime of satanic ritual abuse is the cause of CPTSD. One can recover, although it is said to be impossible… they just want you to believe that to keep you from realizing it was done to you because of who you are: a DIVINE LIGHT BEING WITH A HIGH VMAT2 GENE EXPRESSION.
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