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 was creating a religion around this entity and giving it divine power rather than God.”
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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
Does it make you feel better?
In the ancient days it was known the womb of the priestesses was a way to pray or commune with god.
The masons apparently twisted genders and can “no longer procreate”?” And can only recruit or I guess lab grow/alter ova?
They were/are sodomizng the children for this “connection” through “purity” it seems.
The “old geneticists” ruling humanity wanted to eliminate the original, organic woman, and man it seems, altogether.
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The old people said
a life is not measured
by how far it travels,
but by how softly it enters
the house of the spirit.
Some burdens come to us
wearing the weight of winter,
yet they teach the hands
to carry warmth
without asking to be praised.
There is a road
only the humble can see,
where fear lowers its head
and the heart learns
to walk beside power.
Do not rush the blessing.
Even thunder waits
before it gives its voice
back to the sky.
So I keep my prayer simple:
may I honor what is strong,
protect what is gentle,
and leave behind
a trail the children can trust.
🎨Artist and storyteller: Dorothy Vera
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Lyrans
Thunder Cats
The oldest Humanoid in the Galaxy
The Original Seeders
The “people” who took over this world are “copycats”.
Fueled by the Femi-nine
The Queen Mother is Free
The Father has returned
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Trying to separate human women and men?
A parasite, a worm, an ugly layering of “arch” that “feeds” on HUmanity and other mammalians.
No wonder they made it illegal to use parasite medicine during c0v!d.
I “heard” the unseen adversary say a few days ago “they are close to identifying her”. I don’t know if they were talking about the evil IT or someone else.
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