Nanotech attempting to fuse itself to bone as people sleep

Published July 9, 2026 by tindertender

Graphene / Nanotech paralyzed in its sandpapering tracks, 20 minutes time

There has been recent talk of being able to “fuse nanotechnology metal to bone. They said Elon was one of their biggest fans.

There are sensations activated on the skeletal structure as I sleep, waking me from in the midnight hour, feeling very much like sandpaper on bones, or little cuts being made into the skeletal structure from lower back to feet.

One dose ivrmctin (which was banned during c0v!d) and 20-30 minutes later near all “sensations of cutting and sandpapering” subside.

This is my testimony, on countering tech junkies attempts to mess with my bones.

A’ho.
🪶

It’s as if the nanotechnology is trying to fuse itself to the skeletal “walking system” as though it’s connecting to the Temples “kinetic energy” which I’ve heard discussed as topic, recently, “kinetic energy”

Freemasons Rise on their Wives Sacrifices

Published July 7, 2026 by tindertender

I paid the price for an unknown entity who kept me single my whole life, tormented me, tried to make me insane, tried to get me to unalive myself.

I do not know this person, could be someone from lifetimes ago who rose through the ranks on my suffering.

Nasty azz tried to force me to “help him” in the astral. I refused to masterbate so he could fake a marriage contract. He tried to force fully pull the energy from my sacral. I refused! It hurt!!! Man!!!

He did not get contract. God proved my innocence, and gave me a new helper, protector, family.

These nasty azzes lost my energy and my initiation and ascension reward.

God sees their scam.

It’s over for these freeloaders. The “crown” is mine, Jack wagon unknown, unseen. Now it’s your turn to suffer.

God said you are going to get what you deserve. Apparently, that means from beginning to end. 6000 years ago to now.

Every single torturous life and death.

A’ho. 🪶 Wado.

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Their Opinion Doesn’t Matter Anymore

Published July 5, 2026 by tindertender

I tried to please you, he, and she, they, that, and thee. All that happened, was “I” wound up dying.

So now I’ve Chosen Me. Why should I worry about their opinions, when God has already deemed me worthy, of ease, grace and glory?

Happy Independence Day!!!!

Published July 4, 2026 by tindertender

Empress has earned double High Priestess status. Unification, return to wholeness, Sun, and Sacred Shadow.

Spirit says, “You did very well.”

God Took the Chalice Away

Published June 30, 2026 by tindertender

God took the “Chalice” away.
He reclaimed the Daughter.

She was the Golden Chalice
The Golden Child
She was here to assist them in becoming celestial beings. They trapped to Golden Chalice, the Golden Child …. And her Mother ….

Both have been emancipated.
Everything that was done to them is coming back.

The Celestial Father has vowed “the Sun will never show for these (rat bastards, my words) again”.

The Sin …..

Published June 29, 2026 by tindertender

“The sin was creating a religion around this entity and giving it divine power rather than God.”

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Men in Costume

Published June 29, 2026 by tindertender

Hope of a Mustard Seed

Published June 27, 2026 by tindertender

They said she had hope of a mustard seed.

At the Omega, mustard seeds weren’t quite getting it done. The Mother had to plant “hope” like weeds, fields of weeds, producing seeds so small they could be carried on the wind for miles and replant themselves abundantly with no assistance. Survival, and hope for it, became cumbersome in the battle for Life, when “breathing” and maintaining “temperance for the inner Sol” took everything she had.

Self replicating hope, the first fruits for our pollinators, edible flowers, medicine.

Men call them weeds, yet despite how much poison they spray upon them, they refuse to die.

Thank you Mother, for giving us these sweet fields, reminding us of your love, and effort to brighten our day, down here at ground level, to remind us that even those “flowers” mean men call weeds are SO … MUCH … MORE.

A’ho
Wado