From an obscure vintage/antique history book on polar expeditions, here is a photograph of a colored pencil or conte pastel drawing of their skis and poles against the backdrop of our sun at the apogee of its daily transit. This rare, raw and uncensored eyewitness documentation of how our sun appears at the culmination of its daily transit was done by an explorer on the 1897 Belgian Navy Antartic expedition led by Lieutenant Adrian De Gerlache, it remains the first ever expedition to spend the winter at the south “pole” and return alive. This may be the only image proving this: certainly this was unpublicized. It also makes absolutely clear where the symbology we know originates, predecessing all cyclic Nibiru crossing visual origin. This image is proof of the Most High.
In 2015, my granddaughter Emily (yes, that is my daughter’s name too) and I designed a quilt together, she chose the fabrics, I suggested the pattern, she approved it, and I finished it in time for her very sad Christmas since her mommy died. (There was a delay of a few years while I self-treated for the illuminati-created “diseases” of Lyme and Morgellons.) You can see that the quilt represents a figure within a figure in the shape of kimonos, representing my overarching love with wings as my DNA carries my sleeping loved ones still in the matrix through the portal Wormwood is bringing.
And you see Niburu itself, the red tiger-striped fabric sphere, outsizing the bucolic (we wish!) earth realm.
I have been working on a retrospective of my artwork, and while at my desk processing photographs, I looked up at the wall above my monitor, a pastiche of images and words, like a vertical file, and there I saw the meaning of this quilt.
How to tell your loved ones? I tried telling my adult children and it essentially became a coffin-nail on my sanity lid in their eyes! I have not spoken of this to my granddchildren, except in my prayers, and my writing, which, will they read? IT IS WRITTEN ON THEIR HEARTS THOUGH, BEING OF MY DNA AND SPIRIT, REGARDLESS OF THIS FALLEN WORLD AND FALLEN PARENTS, FAMILY MEMBERS AND FRIENDS STILL ASLEEP IN THE MATRIX.
If you have read this far, look at my HARD SUN SERIES review, where I address this cataclysm of pain and love and responsibility for knowing.