Vril: The Power of the Coming Race

Published November 11, 2020 by tindertender

“Vril: The Power of the Coming Race about a master-race of beings who call themselves the Vril-ya. They claim to be the descendants of the inhabitants of ancient Atlantis, with access to an extraordinary force called Vril, an unlimited source of energy that supplies all their needs and can be controlled at will.”

(Think humanity and the energetic and mind manipulations)

“It seems that these lizards knew the location of an abandoned military base dating back from the time of Atlantis, filled with ancient aircraft, weaponry and technology hidden within the tunnels and caverns of Antarctica. The lizards had no use for the tech, but they were willing to trade for something else they wanted. The lizards were carnivorous and preferred to consume fresh human flesh. And so, a deal was made. The Nazis got the ancient Atlantean tech and sold out the human race.”

(Think on the over 600,000 missing children and adults every year in the USA alone)

“During 2019, law enforcement agencies across the country entered more than 609,000 missing person records. During the same time period, reporting agencies canceled more than 607,000 records.”

(They canceled the records … which suggests to me that this is a coordinated and agreed upon ‘payment’ for services rendered.)

“Being a parasitic race, Vril lizards have the unique biological ability to invade the human body, take over the brain, and by accessing their memories, they can look, act and seem human in every way. After a period of recovery, the human is able to return to its normal activities, except the brain is now under the complete control of the Vril parasite.”

(Think of the bloodied and bruised left eye of many celebrities and high ranking elite)”

“Marshall says that with the help of the Illuminati, bodysnatching Vril lizards have infiltrated all levels of society and hold positions of power all over the world. This is done in order to remove key people and replace them with Vril hosts. Marshall states that Vril hosts can be found everywhere, in all levels of government, business, banking, military, law enforcement, journalism, media and entertainment.”

“Marshall encourages us to remember the ultimate Vril lizard agenda, which he claims has remained unchanged for centuries: to infiltrate human society and take over the planet.”

President Trump has spoken plenty about “infiltration” … he knows … and that is why they want to get rid of him so bad.

References:
https://www.fbi.gov/services/cjis/cjis-link/fbi-releases-2019-missing-person-statistics

http://whale.to/c/marshall_claims.html

Baking Bread!

Published November 7, 2020 by tindertender

A couple weeks ago I decided to start baking bread for the house rather than purchasing it. I had a couple failures which were disappointing, but then … this happened! And my oh my was it delicious! It was dinner AND a midnight snack … haha … I woke the next morning to discover half of one loaf gone! Yum.

Today I tried a new recipe. Going to see my father this afternoon and take him a loaf of fresh bread and a jar of peach marmalade I canned last year.

My first attempt at Challah bread. Need to work on my braiding skills. Smells fantastic!

The house smells wonderful! Once this cools a bit I’ll wrap it a go to dads. Hopefully it will stay warm for his enjoyment.

The chimney sweep was here today so my fireplace is all prepared to get “lit”. My father is giving me some nice firewood today so tonight it’s going to be all cozy in here!

Laundry is nearly done.

A nice bath will be happening later with magnesium flake and essential oils.

Aaaaahhhh … the sweet life!

Thank you Creator for blessing me with this day. I am thoroughly enjoying myself.

((((Hugs)))) friends. Be well. We’ll all get through these times. Let us be certain we do it in a good way.

Groceries

Published November 2, 2020 by tindertender

I did some grocery shopping yesterday, even though I really did not need anything, simply because the coming weeks will be riotous, to say the least, most likely.

Who knows if there will be another clamoring for supplies, TP shortages, or whatever the hypnotism calls for.

Today, I will go pick up a few more supplies … and tonight, I’ll bake bread.

Be well, be safe, stay calm.

Burnt Toast

Published October 5, 2020 by tindertender

One evening my mother made dinner after a hard day’s work. She put a plate of eggs, salad and burnt toast in front of my father…

I immediately noticed, the burnt toast…. And, I was waiting to see if he was going to complain about it, but my father started to eat them, smiling and asked me how I spent my day at school…

My mom apologized to my dad for the burnt toast. I will never forget his response to her: “Honey, I love burnt toast!”

Later when I went to bed and my dad came over to kiss me goodnight, I asked him if he really liked the burnt toast?

He hugged me and said, “Your mother has had a difficult day and she is really tired. She went out of her way to prepare this meal for us, why blame her and hurt her. Burnt toast never hurt anyone; but words can be very painful!”

We have to know how to appreciate what others do for us, even if it’s not perfect, because it’s the intention to do well that counts, and no one is perfect.

Shared by “A Woman’s Soul”
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Queen of “Jiffra Matter”

Published September 29, 2020 by tindertender

She looked fabulous with her long wavy hair, dressed in skin tight pants, she looks lovely in black.

She hangs out in dark places, with people who do the same. I asked if I could join them awhile.

Upon exiting the “bar” to go to the next, we found my car had been smashed into … a complete wreck. Upon closer look, I mentioned it wasn’t even my car, but she took the keys and started what was left of the motor …. hahaha, anyone with skills can do that … it wasn’t my car.

As we walked along, to the next bar, she recorded me a message … to eat a lot of jiffra matter and produce lots of shit.

She had a great accent, perfect hair, a nice body …. no one would ever guess she is the Queen of Shit.

Hanginging out in shitty places where shitty things happen, instructing people on how to behave in shitty manners and even on how to go about producing shitty fecal matter!

I had no idea the Queen of Shit would be so glamorous.

I wonder why she chose to hang out with me.

Could it be she thinks of me as shit?

Well, no thank you beautiful lady.

I’m changing my diet.

You’ll have to collect shit somewhere else.

Tomorrow after work I think I’ll take her someplace a little more my style … where the light shines brightly, the fresh breezes blow, and the only shit around is that which people actually pick up that their favorite four legged companions drop … the canine.

I will smile from ear to ear as I imagine her walking by my side, in shock at the brightness and purity of it.

Perhaps I’ll offer her some of an orange I’ll bring along to snack on.

Update: I had the perfect avocado and roma tomato on plant based pita chips followed by a purple plum and a bit of lemon ginger kombucha for lunch. Yum, and I still feel all light and fluffy!! Hahahaha.

Still might do the orange snack later …

Birthdays

Published September 27, 2020 by tindertender

Birthdays are celebrated on week days … or, weak days.

Think about it.

Every year on the birth date, people feel older, more mature, aged.

At first they are eager to count the years going by. Then a ‘time’ arrives when they dread counting them … they may even stop, and insist others stop counting for them, also.

The mind slows, eventually. The body weakens. The muscles deteriorate.

Could it be a mass hypnosis, these birthdays, celebrated on week (weak) days?

Growing older a hypnotic illusion, which we participate in making truth?

Eating and drinking toxins throughout life, calling it diet.

Subconscious, or unconscious as it may seem, it also appears to be a reality.

Photo: https://unsplash.com/@jannerboy62

The Battle

Published September 8, 2020 by tindertender

I want you to look at this photo.
I mean -really- look at it.
What do you see?

Two women. Two battles.

Two hearts. Two souls. Two bodies.

When you look at this photo, try not to judge.

Instead, try to understand that we all face our own battles every day.
Some we might share with others, some we keep to ourselves.
They might be obvious. They might not be.

Everyone is facing something they struggle with.
EVERYONE.

And no matter what separates your battles from hers, his battles from theirs, we’re ALL human.

Flesh Consumption

Published September 1, 2020 by tindertender

Yesterday I consumed flesh for the first time in six years. I was looking forward to the message and sensation my body(s) would receive. Here is my report …

I woke feeling like I typically do upon rising. Soon, however, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach brought itself into my awareness. Perhaps it is residual from the fight the animal I consumed put up before being slaughtered, the fear it felt, the adrenaline, infused in its fleshy fibers.

I became agitated, short tempered, and my energy became somewhat chaotic.

I was expecting to feel stronger, nourished by it, but the opposite happened.

My energy was dirtied by it.

I am not saying the animal itself, while living, was dirty.

What I’m relating here is that the fear, the fight, the intense adrenaline … all of this was infused into the flesh, and when I consumed it, these energies affected my own.

It is easy to understand where much of the chaos in this world stems from.

Those who consume fear and adrenaline toxicity enmesh it into their own fields.

We truly do become what we eat, energetically speaking.

There is the mindset that humans have dominion over the animal kingdom and can kill and consume as they please. There is no compassion or regard to life.

Many will be shocked when they discover there are many higher beings than we, soon to make entry here among us, who feel the same about humanity … thinking us a commodity, a food source.

None of us will be able to complain justly or argue in defense.

What we reap we shall sow.

The experience was a necessary one for me, to affirm my position when it comes to the honoring of life.

This concludes my report.

Sensitivity

Published August 31, 2020 by tindertender

For nearly two decades my sensitivity has been increasing for all life. Six years ago I woke at three a.m. and for some odd reason I flipped to YouTube and watched a massive bull being slaughtered.

He was majestic, powerful, and determined to live. It took five full grown men to force him into the stall, where they trapped him and slit his throat. I watched as the life drained from him.

It scarred me. I could not bring myself to eat meat afterward, especially red meat … feeling the horror of it in every fiber of me.

Today, six years after cutting meat entirely from my diet, I consumed a new york steak.

When the thought first rose in me this afternoon I asked out loud, how can I possibly eat such a thing, knowing this powerful beast wanted to live just as much as I … a powerful animal that had never consumed flesh.

The thought came to me that I needed to toughen my gentle heart, that I needed to balance the gentleness with its polarity, even if only slightly.

Again I asked aloud, how can I possibly eat this without feeling guilty? I got the impression my body needed it, the energy of it.

The answer came fairly quickly.

Eat the mighty bull … eat the mighty bull and allow its power, it’s strength, and it’s desire to live infuse with my own being.

So I stated over and over again …

Eat the Mighty Bull … Eat the Mighty Bull … bond with it’s life force and allow it to live on, through me … strengthening me.

Now, the bull and I are one.

After six years without it, it should be quite evident the effect it will have upon my being, my body, my mind, my energy.

I love the mighty bull … it is my brother, my nourisher, my sustainer … this is how I now choose to view it … with honor, and deep gratitude.

Of course … it might not sit well with me after more thought. It will be interesting to see how this progresses.

UPDATE: Every being wants to live, none wish to die. Knowing this how can I harm a being simply for my own selfish need? Even the simple purchase of it, which someone else has done the harm to, is doing a wrong against life. Compassion takes courage. Love must be cultivated in heart and include all portions of life. It will be another very long time, if ever, I consume flesh.

It is important to be aware of these “urgings” … it is a slippery slope, this line between having compassion for all life, and participating in its destruction.

Mass hypnotism and rote learning has taught us to have disregard for any life but our own.

Selfishness is bred into the mind, and it comes from the unseen as well as those who are in body supporting the narrative.

Yes, I consumed a portion of the Mighty Bull. And I thank him for giving me this current understanding, affirming my original decision to end my consumption.

The energy of the Mighty Bull is chaotic. I sense a sort of sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and my attitude has become agitated.

Now I will work towards cleansing and purifying my energetic field, drinking a lot of water … for I know not yet the techniques others utilize.

Thank you Mighty Bull, for sharing your message and desire for life with me. I will do my best to honor you.