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Exactly 66 days after the COVID mass sacrifice was declared publicly.
They’ve been singing to me, too – sending me their curated commercials, songs and programs. I find it amply entertaining. That pink Barbie was made just for me – the first pic, the eyes were clarion (trumpet) clear. The second, after spending time in their planned dollhouse of tortured pain, the eyes embodied the serpent(s) they planned to attach.
Styles wore a similar tutu just after that message.
And their foiled attempt that very same twilight was that still 2:43 or was it12:…whatever…it’s all running together for me now – there was an article in the WSJ about a battle out West between a landowner and a bunch of hunters trying to get around the land ownership rules using (snakes) and ladders so they technically don’t set foot on the landowner’s property. The sharp attorney for the landowner is fighting over the owner’s airspace. The comments show a few get the point, but many still fight to lick the government’s boots, because it’s “taxpayers'” public property. What happened when Obama declared that public land was off limits to those same taxpayers, remember when he locked it all down…?
My favorite part of the article is where the pilots got theirs (in the spiritual) – one got wise and left, the other got “spanked” a bit. Didn’t crash, but it was close. I did ask for them all to have ample chance to chose.
“The B***h is bACK!” And now you pay what you will pay.
I finally understand why each god and goddess had all these different animals as “familiars” and “avatars” – the Hart and Hind shed healing tears, but the Lion and Lioness (the female is the one who hunts) are the fierce, deadly ones when you mess with their children. Maybe I’ll get to fly soon. I’ve always wanted to fly like an eagle…to the sea…
That article I referenced above even marveled about how those being targeted had “no fear”. Well, dUH.
I was finally recognized yesterday for the first time. Formerly people said, “You look so familiar…” when there was no way we’d ever met.
I met a tall, glowing man in a long, gorgeous green tunic (Hindu…? Arabic…?) and with him was a shorter man in white shift and pants – looked like chef’s clothing. He’d looked a bit angrily at me as I’d exited my car and paced inside before them.
Usually these men mostly avoid the gaze of (white women?) – they guard their purity. I don’t know why they didn’t come in right behind me, they were getting out of their car just as I was.
But they stopped as they opened the door and held it for me as I was exiting. We paused a long moment and somehow they saw something. I fought before yesterday and I still have tortured moments, mostly for my willful failures to fully listen – it’s a rage problem (it can’t be ME!! What??!!)
The man in green’s eyes were shining intensity and he gave me a nearly imperceptible nod. I nodded back, a bit more openly. The man following him gasped, his hands together in front of him like he was parting water – parting the Red Sea. “Damn the torpedos! Full speed ahead!”
I’m not quite following what your saying. Why did they recognize you?