I’m am the VERY best at just ignoring something all together, I have discovered.

Does “IT,” take have to develop, forcibly, the hint of mentality of that which I seek?

It hurts to create that sort of magnetic response so as to “Seek and Know.”

You know?

It’s heartbreaking.

But, now, I KNOW and we are truly Numbers out here without Names. It’s devastating, but I have no other choice but to accept and I, at least, found my anchor ⚓️.

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It happens when All Three of Me are extinguished and torn from The Fabric of Our Nation and each End of My Spectrum are on Lists.

The Diaspora are vulnerable, not only because they don’t know or understand they are Diaspora, but because We are unacceptable to All, despite our Lights as the Bodies of Christ. Much of this is literally Pavlov conditioning.

Our Diaspora need to be Protected. We are Unwelcome by Our Own Faith that created U.S. with a purpose.

All Diaspora are Welcome at my Table of Thanksgiving where We can Learn through their mistakes Together as One. No one has consent to remove any U.S. Diaspora of any shape, age, tone, or appearance.

You will leave U.S. alone.

The Lights will gather as One to keep U.S. safe. Demons cannot have any Diaspora. It is Forbidden. If this sounds crazy to me, then it just doesn’t make sense. Otherwise, I will see the Light. 💡 🪬💡

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It’s all in the podcast. I’m winding down on typing.

Mother Mary Mary

Quite contrary

Ye gods, it’s scary

Ya betta release the fairies

Because it’s too hairy

False kings to tarry

Be not afraid, squaring

Mother Mary Mary

Quite contrary

Horns blaring

Fae that are Fairing

Squaring tearing

Rotten roots glaring

Compass lair -ing

Ding ding ding

Badabingbingbing

Hear U.S., We the People

Sing sing sing

The Psalms We bring

To cling

Of Thee I sing

Of Thee I sing

#GrandEnergy

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As an Exile from Heaven, thanks to you demonic creatures.

You’re offended at the thought of paying for me, the Mother you killed?

I love having conversations, out loud, to G-d, Our Father. I just blistered His Ear with such sarcasm about Children representing those they arrived from being covered by those afraid of, “What will the Jones’ think of me if my grown adult offspring hurt someone,” so that I have to beg, borrow, and plead for my basic rights as a human being,” and I was spitting nails at the rafters.

The level of fucking offense at ruining my life and causing further harm to another human being as, “I paid for your roof for x amount of time, and I’m so offended by your being one “of those” victims who died on scene and I cannot possibly grasp why you couldn’t have just called out dead, when I’m the one who caused it, and no one ever taught me how the Serpents at the Gates of Hell can affect the Life of another for an Eternity because I wasn’t strong enough to not follow those who taught me how to perform Crimes against Humanity.”

So, yes, by all fucking means, it’s my job to go beg, borrow, and plead because the Children of America who have been given Control of things they should absolutely NOT have control over because they are empty of Humanity, just like those they arrived from because they are created in their Human Maker’s image and are lost in the desert 🏜️ quenching their thirst on Mountains of mirages seeking Sustenance born of Falsity as the Legacy left for them to invoke upon the Humanity of the United States of America.

Thank you. Amen 🙏🏻