I believe it is really this clearcut: All human beings, unless awakend from samsara are inhabited to some extent by demons, the disembodied spirits seeking a dwelling place in a human body.
You know when you meet someone, or see someone you already know, what can start off as a relaxed, no red lights interaction can suddenly and for no reason feel just off?
That the demons in them reacting to you, and yours to them.
Detoxing removes them over time, and the spiritual detox is so much easier when the body and the brain where the mind is are as parasite-free as possible, and this is why people fast. Food is the garment of death. In the west, it’s a past time, a vocation and a sport. In the east, they are lulled into ignorance of synthetic biology, nanotechnology, heavy metals, GMO effects including the rise of transhumanism, and the fact tha their diabetes and cardiac issues, varicose veins, et cetera, are all from parasites.
Djinn. Now glorified as superheroes and Disney characters and anime.
The prison of the ego keeping them from the sword of truth of The Self as Brahman is disassociation, neurosis, schizophrenia and multiple personality disorder, the identity-splitting of the human mind enabling demonic possession. Thus duality is introduded to the ongoing ‘reality series’ [sic] called life. People are either ruled by higher or lower forms of spirit. Prion disease – zombification (FEMA has a plan for it) – is being spread through all cultures by natural flavoring food and product additives and all factory meat, especially ground or lab synthesized. https://eatingtoascend.com/tag/soylent/
CERN opened portals for more entities since we have so many more because of the fibers, synthetic biology and GMOs, Lyme and Morgellons, and all the parasites. Demons are not external and unseen. We are surrounded by them, and I see them in almost everyone. They entice and say smooth words and act like friends or foe in all the ways of this world. Their cellphones, Facebook, WhatsApp and all apps and social media on SMART devices – including watches – are
lifelines deathgrids for them, courtesy of the matrix. Why, they’re just keeping in touch with their friends! No, it’s soultrapping. Their jars are full of ignorance and they have slowly, slowly been boiled as frogs.
People are targeted by these demonic entities working in the alphabet agencies and corporations with their ad nauseum-discussed symbology (I studied this in the 80’s and 90’s in college, not as a recent/self-described ‘woke’ person) for the devil – all of this existence is a holy war – and traps are laid daily. Most are sweet-smelling diversions in the garden of each day, sometimes these traps are obvious, but rarely, as then they could be avoided! That’s not how deception works. We mistake the rope for the snake.
I have realized this is why people take the path of silence – vipassana and brahmanchari – renunciation – and stay with their guru. Guruji Ramana Maharshi was a silent emanation of Grace, and all who were with him in silence were enlightened.
The object of vipassana practice is to learn to see the truths of impermanence, unsatisfactoriness, and the selflessness of phenomena.
At no time more than now has this been necessary. The conditioning via every sense and sheath and syntax is so vast and interconnected that it can no longer be explained. One’s DNA is synonymous with karma and is how the spheres of conciousness work in what the 3D beings we are quantify as “dimensions”, which in definition are still time dependent. Our karmic journey, THE SOULSHAPING free will process of life, is the effect upon light information within the cells being transformed by the vibrational states, and why yoga works. It defeats death. In Hindi this is called mrityunjaya: liberation from death.
The Christ Jesus studied yoga with the masters in the Himalayas of India and the east’s holy lands, and taught meditation to his disciples after He lived during those erroneously labelled ‘lost years’ from age 12 to 33. Through release from the cymatic, cellular mind illusion called Maya, Jesus Christ (Yeshua, Isha) offered rebirth through release from the body, and ascension: all of this is recorded in the Essene Gospels that were hidden from humanity.
“Now we come to the vital body of prana, which is the life breath with the five organs of action. The afrementioned sheath of food enters upon its course of activity when filled with this vital force. It is nothing but a modification of air. And like air, it enters into the body and comes out of it. It does not know its own desires and antipathies, or those of others. It is eternally dependent on the self. Therefore the vital body cannot be the self. The mental sheath is the mind with its organs of knowledge. This is the cause of the wrong concept of the self as I and mind. It is very powerful, being endowed with a diversity of thoughtforms [my note: parasitic demons], beginning with the I thought, [This author @eatingtoascend has been contemplating the last few months why babies cry and toddlers experience the “terrible twos” with temper tantrums, and this is likely why] it fills and pervades the vital sheath and the ever-blazing fire of the mental sheath is consuming this whole world lit by the five sense organs as sacrificial priests [the genesis of Ba’al] fed by sense objects as the fuel, and kept ablaze by the latent tendencies. There is no ignorance apart from the mind. It is the cause of the bondage of birth and death.” – Vivekchudamani Part 2 – Shankaracharya – Ramana Maharshi – Advaita
The word medication was [witch]crafted from meditation, and that is sorcery. The west has its Food and Drug Administration: why are they one entity even? #PHARMAKEIA We live in a world of illusion, no matter how sweet it seems. There are two sides and there’s no soft middle ground. Disinformation agents masked as content creators I have previously referenced abound, and I doubt most of them even know that they are mind controlled. I am really looking forward to meeting Moojibaba.
September 30, 2019
This is a world in which children are a teased, prodded, tantalized, traumatized, tortured, raped, cannibalized and eaten alive and murdered in order that the fallen angel “alien” dieties (the Annunaki of Mesopotamia and Sumer provide the most evidence, but it precedes those ages), who do not have the mitochondrial capacity body type to metabolize light energy in food, so they harvest children, adults, animals – all living things.
My first memory was waking up at age nine months, tied into a metal-barred white-enamelled crib spread-eagled, held down in an X-shaped crucifix form of ACE Bandages, in pain, unable to move. That is my first memory.
My mother was a Washington, D.C. cardiac research nurse and I was used in government experiments to monitor my reaction to what was being done to me. My body functions of urination and defecation were controlled with diuetics, laxatives and enemas. I was kept sedated on Paregoric, a Class-5 liquid opiate, and forced to live on my back.
After two years of this, my mother’s brother who had been an Air Force Pilot in the Korean War, and had become an architect an gentleman farmer who built the grotto in Emmittsburg, MD, the Marian Visions of the Black Sun took place at, discovered what was being done to me after I had been released from the crib and my father raped me on the kitchen counter. When he left for the day (he had been in the US Navy in their band for four years on a ship, and was getting his Bachelors Degree in Music at the U of MD), I went to the bathroom and got the bottle of Bayer’s children’s orange-flavored aspirin and ate the hole bottle, to try to kill myself. I had already pulled the shells of my two turtles off, hiding behind the couch, so see what dying was. My mother has told me, because I liked the orange taste of baby aspirin, and apparently had a lot of it those two years in the crib being data-collected for the CIA’s MK Ultra pilot projects Monarch and Mannequin, that it would kill me. I needed to know what dead was. So I killed Tinkerbell and Sam, and, 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.
Have you seen this face? That’s my mother.
My uncle took me from my parents to his farm in Flintstone, Maryland. Since I was only two, and he had to work (he was 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 hated Walt Disney films: FANTASIA was my trigger film father forced me to watch for two days.
I hated caves, and still do. And parking garages, and tunnels. And sleeping bags. You know why. And suffocating and drowning. I have drowned three times and been revived, but that’s not the only count. Yet I love to climb the mountains!
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 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 done with chemicals mixed by a member who became my UMBC Physics instructor. Small world. My high school friend Will Wilson went on to paint Michael Jackson’s BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR album cover. He’s the 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, calcifying their pineal glands. 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 ❤
*A bonfire of the vanities is “a burning of objects condemned by authorities as occasions of sin“. Now there’s a Luciferian inversion for you, them passing us through the fire.
Tags: ascension,bases,Catonsville Nine,children,CIA,deception,DIVINE LIGHT BEINGS,human cloning,Leary,LSD,matrix,mind control,MK Ultra,programming,SSP,Secret Space Program,supersoldiers,Spring Grove State Hospital,trauma,underground bases,veils,TRUE HISTORY
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 28, 2019
(The featured image is an aerial view of St. Peter’s Square and the vatican’s Doomsday Clock, which will show the alignment of Wormwood at the End of Days)
The most hard-hitting, informative and absolutely timely Zen Garcia / ENDEAVOR FREEDOM show you will ever listen to. Share with everyone you love.
Direct URL link
Download for safekeeping and archival/sharing purposes.
Tags: alien deception,ascension,apostacy,bible,biblical cosmology,depopulation,End Times,fallen angels,GOD,Illuminati,Israel,Jesus,programming,prophecy,scripture,truth,TRUE HISTORY,YHVH,Zen Garcia
In an earlier post, I referred to the Baltimore County government auspices “counselling service” where the LCSW/RN I saw, a Lori B. (a three-syllable Polish name beginning with word for rear end and ending with a rhyme for witch with a vril letter, who used FLOW CHARTS CREATED BY THE ALPHABET AGENCIES TO MAKE ME FIT A PATTERN OF DEFINITION AND ACTIONS THEY MANDATED.
They destroyed my family, tearing each of us apart with lies.
Lori, I found out from another ex-
clientvictim last year was actually an unmarried Catholic lesbian who had never had children, lived with another woman, and yet “counselled” me to make mine leave the home when they each turned eighteen. This tore apart what existed of the fabric of the tapestry of our small family already distorted by the trauma systems.
Remember that the Men In Black came to my high school FIVE TIMES in my twelfth grade to recruit me. Only me, out of 1,200 students. Read this.
Now I learn that KEYPOINT IS AN MKULTRA MI6 CIA PROGRAM which continued my specialization alters begun in infancy by my own parents, early MKUltra incarnate.
At 59 years, I am the oldest living VMAT2 ICE, sorry, Jean/Gene sister. You definitely look younger than me! ❤
Please keep deep diving in your memories, brethren.
Tags: alter, AMA, assassin, child abuse, CIA, CPTSD, DID, flow chart, government mental health, human cloning centers, Human Rights, illuminati Luciferian, KEY POINT HEALTH, MIND CONTROL, MKUltra, programming, Rockefeller, Rothschild, satanic ritual abuse, trauma
Follow link below to full article – READ. Share.
I have written elsewhere about the depravity of the Central Intelligence Agency and how they seek to destroy everything beautiful, good, and noble. What They Want To Take From Us (part one) What They Want To Take From Us (part two) I have also written about CIA’s use of Playboy & their abuse of Playmates. […]
Ye shall keep my statutes. Thou shalt not let thy cattle gender with a diverse kind: thou shalt not sow thy field with mingled seed: neither shall a garment mingled of linen and woollen come upon thee. – Leviticus 19:19
We have been indoctrinated since the age of advertising and magazine publication beginning in the Flapper Age of the Roaring Twenties, then epitomized with the European Continental decadence preceding World War II – a perfect example is the Hollywood blockbuster CABARET, with Liza Manelli, ironically enough, Judy Garland’s daughter (yes the star of the spell-casting sorcery film WIZARD OF OZ I wrote about a few weeks ago, here’s that post) that it is humane and right to accept deviance from what is genetically destined and at its root natural, pure, and unadulterated by alchemical means of any kind: laboratory, medical, research, food production, gender deviance and reassignment, teratogenic pesticides, EVERYTHING PRODUCED THAT PEOPLE USE NOW
for there is not one thing made
that is not designed to kill us.
We see transgender Reptilian-royalty wanna-be effetes like this at the Oscars:
who make me want to puke. (I am certain my ex-husband, a DC newsman who tries to hide his crossdressing and other hidden sick proclivities, is entranced with the outfit on the right, above… he certainly has enough of his own, and working for the media, can afford that travesty of excess and depravity).
I am still researching the reason that the Most High forbade the admixture of blending linen and wool in weaving of cloth. From all the texts I have read so far, all smelting of diverse elements together is impure and not to be done. I am certain this has much to do with the miry clay and metal mixing, and the reduction of our light bodies to mortal. Our clothing choices, cleaning products, lifestyle, homes – all we are surrounded with every moment of every day – contribute to our frequency, as we are 92% water, and fluctuate cymatically without cessation.
As the winds continue to rage and vacillate, I have pondered the level of soul energy they’re harvesting in this Tartaric aether world they sap our life forces from – and make us pay for as they do it, in the form of utilities. Even consideration of the word “utilize” points directly at the source of power generated: us.
It’s us they use.
Utilize: c. 1200, “employ for a purpose,” from Old French user “employ, make use of, practice, frequent,” from Vulgar Latin *usare “use,” frequentative form of past participle stem of Latin uti “make use of, profit by, take advantage of, enjoy, apply, consume,” in Old Latin oeti “use, employ, exercise, perform,” of uncertain origin. Related: Used; using. Replaced Old English brucan (see brook [There are no coincidences! My ex’s last name, sans the plural!] (v.)). From late 14c. as “take advantage of.”
c. 1200, “act of employing,” from Anglo-French and Old French us “custom, practice, usage,” from Latin usus “use, custom, practice, employment, skill, habit,” from past participle stem of uti “make use of, profit by, take advantage of”
Related words: abuse, brook, misuse, multi-use, over-use, peruse, reuse, unused, usable, usage, used, useful, useless, user, usual, usurp, usury, utensil, utile, utility, utilize
And so there they are, HAARPing the heck out of us right now, using their Spacefence tech to try to defeat the true Four Pillars of Winds. Even the Weather Channel founder denounced this weaponized weather warfare agenda before his death:
“It is the greatest scam in history. I am amazed, appalled and highly offended by it. Global Warming; It is a SCAM. Some dastardly scientists with environmental and political motives manipulated long term scientific data to create an illusion of rapid global warming. Other scientists of the same environmental whacko type jumped into the circle to support and broaden the “research” to further enhance the totally slanted, bogus global warming claims. Their friends in government steered huge research grants their way to keep the movement going. Soon they claimed to be a consensus.” (continue here for the permalinked blogpost, archived since his death, and a downloadable Word doc).
I had a great time yesterday with my oldest lifelong friend yesterday, the one who saw the rectangular craft behind the moon last week, just like the one in this blog post. My eight day fast at its end, we has fresh Tulsi Basil soup made by his mom, and a brown rice, habanero, onion, garlic and organic (as possible) cabbage fresh, farm-egg fried rice with ghee for oil, and chamomile and red hibiscus tea (I buy hibiscus flowers in bulk on Amazon). Then – and this was a bit before they turned on the ionospheric heaters and made the wind go on – we took a walk around the factory town of zombies here. How quaint, right? Ha! I think the most authentic soul we met was the rescue dog being walked by a neighbor! I know I sound jaded, and God help these people. I’m trying to. The looks one gets, the stares and the hateful suspicious glances, for not being a robotic clock-punching drone. Ugh.
❤ Anyway, for now, that’s it. I’ll have more later. ❤
It is the 80th anniversary of the film The Wizard Of Oz, one of #Hollywood’s most obvious, hidden in plain sight programming movies created to reveal the sleight of metal hand they use as they cast a spell on Americans. NPR is going to be celebrating this MGM milestone of cultural brainwashing which through its predictive programming conditions people to lives of perpetual trauma in the matrix of this world.
Author and historian John Fricke describes the Wizard Of Oz as a universal story of everyone’s life journey. He says we have ups and downs, successes and failures and losses, and we learn what is safe in this world, carrying us through our difficulties. He goes on to say that “The safety zone is going to go away but you keep redoing the journey over and over.”
That’s the #soultrap.
In plain sight, not even hidden.
Let’s repeat that.
The safety zone is going to go away but you keep redoing the journey over and over. #soultrap #trauma #cycleofabuse
Wake up from your opiate poppy field dreams within the matrix.
Then lovely Dorothy sings SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW.
This is the longing we all feel within the matrix.
Especially the ones who do not know that they are trapped.
That’s just about everyone. In corporeal life in the flesh world here I know no one. You, my fellow awakened ones, are all online. You know who you are as you read this. Aug Tellez, for one.
Soldiers who went off to war went off to their human sacrifice singing SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW.
The shoes were made red because of her shed blood which symbolically is everyone’s.
Note: Dorothy’s ruby slippers originally were to be silver, a writing device used by the author L. Frank Baum, tied to the country going off the silver standard to the standard of the Central Reserve Bank’s theft of the nation’s money and gold. Look this up – it is not a theory, this was written into the novel, and taught in colleges as part of the examination of the nation’s history of financial theft we call Economics.
From the Studio 1A website:
The movie has resonated with audiences for decades. It’s been called one of the most influential movies of all time. The techniques on display in the film have inspired countless directors. And the story itself — based on the novel of the same name — echoes to this day (notice any similarities between the Tin Woodsman and Cowardly Lion and C-3PO and Chewbacca?).
Yes, influential because it is a programming tool.
Yes, we see the similarities of these types, yes we do…
SSDD… Yep. That’s WITCHCRAFT ON A GRAND SCALE.
#disney #nasa #hellyweird #illuminati #nephilim #agendatodeceive
Just look at the monkeys, and compare them to the original humans the Hindu Nephilim are seen depicted with…
I wonder if, as this was the first film in #Technicolor by Hollywood, it was also released in the 440 hertz frequency, which as opposed to the natural 432 hertz cycle in nature, was adopted as a standard by the American recording industry because it creates anxiety and tension within the listener. What a difference a hertz makes!
This was released in 1939 and was used to cast a spell for the Kabuki Theatre called WWII, an Illuminati sacrifice of souls to harvest tragedy, the energy they live on.
Makeup problems in the movie! The tin man wore makeup which required coating him with powdered aluminum every day. According to John Frickey, one day Ray Bolger, the actor, went home and could not breathe, and was hospitalized for “possibly an allergic reaction to aluminum.” As I listened to this, I burst out in a laughing incredulousness at the sheer lie of the coverup! Aluminum is a neurotoxin and a heavy metal and in all the air we breathe!
Wizard of Oz was the seventh film done in Technicolor by Hollywood. The writer L. Frank Baum uses the word gray nine times in his book until the filmmakers transitioned the film from black and white to technicolor.
I am an author and a victorious survivor over MK Ultra and Satanic Ritual Abuse carried out by our (all, really) government. The Wizard Of Oz was a Hollywood product to deceive the masses and program them. Hollywood is sorcery: magicians, in order to cast spells, must first tell their to-be-mesmerized audience the spell that they will cast upon them. It was one of three trigger films used in my indoctrination carried out by my father when I was four years old. My mother, herself a victim of Freemasonry and SRA, could not STAND Judy Garland: her look, her voice, ANYTHING. She was programmed good, eh…
Episode reviewed here aired January 29, 2019 on the Studio1A show .
#WizardOfOz #Studio1A #Illuminati 1A@WAMU.org @Studio1A on twitter