Curator and friends are furious, feeling humiliated. Could be Islamic. They sound concerned.

There are changes being made to the food pyramid, and footwear is being created so the human flesh temple that houses spirit and soul are “grounded, rooted” into the earth. The curator sounds concerned, as though adjustments being made will affect his ability to “harvest” them, or “tag” them.

They are discussing an “incarnate” which is a deity embodied in flesh, in human form. They are still speaking of her as an “appetizer”. They want to sacrifice and consume her.

Hillary Clinton’s name was mentioned. They want to somehow get that entity into the Magistrates body, or into a copycat clone, kid*nap the original and replace her.

She needs security. She’s surrounded by dead, masculine vultures and their female copycats wanting to drink her blood and eat her flesh. They “believe” they will become just like her if they do.