Has the chain around her ankle been removed?!?!
The Queen of Heaven is kicking their azz! And they don’t know what to do about it.
The Queen of Heavens dress, that she donned, to make entry upon her return home.
I prayed and asked God if there was a way He could separate those who had been led onto a bad pathway, hurting others for gain, be gifted a place for rehab, or healing. The answer was no. It saddens me, for I can feel the remorse.
The Father God stated that the Divine Mother(s) had been too forgiving. He said he was FED UP. He said she would never give anything back to them, and they shall never take anything from her again. What belongs to She, and His Chosen Ones, cannot be given away, stolen, or sold any longer. The merchandise is His and the Mothers, on loan. When we are finished with it, it will return to them.
God said the Territory is going back to the original people, and will be made safe for the Children of this New Collective Family and their Lineage. The Families will be protected from destiny thieves and soul harvesters. The Essence of the Divine will be protected at all costs … for it is priceless and powerful. Too valuable, too powerful for the hands of greedy pretenders calling themselves conquerors and men. We’re getting new Foundation Keepers.
Amen.
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May the Mothers and Daughters of Eden, with their Suns, be permitted a Return Home. Golden Tickets for Everyone.
**AI Overview**
Genesis 3:14 (NKJV) states:
“So the LORD God said to the serpent: ‘Because you have done this, You are cursed more than all cattle, And more than every beast of the field; On your belly you shall go, And you shall eat dust All the days of your life.'”
This verse marks the divine judgment on the serpent for tempting Eve, shifting its status to the lowest creature, condemned to crawl and consume dust.
Key Aspects of Genesis 3:14:
The Curse: The serpent is cursed above all livestock and wild animals.
Physical Transformation: The serpent is condemned to crawl on its belly, implying it previously had a different, perhaps upright, form.
Symbolism: It represents the humiliation and lowliness of the tempter.
Context: This verse is part of the broader judgment in Genesis 3:14-19, which introduces consequences for the serpent, Eve, and Adam following the fall in the Garden of Eden.
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Last night I heard these masculines complaining that “She is undoing everything they have done here.”
They are upset, but everything they have done here was built upon a foundation constructed on the energy of the torturous suffering of the Human Family and Animal Friends.
All of it belongs to the Human Family and Friends. All of it is being returned to the original people. All of it is being alchemized and returned to them, per God.
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A real “dope” insists we need his “medicine”.
All we need is an Authentic Holistic Healthcare System. He is trying to hinder the process of its creation, insisting his “sickcare” is a sufficient “trap” and he must be permitted to “harvest” a body’s soul essence and energy.
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My life is not for you, curator. Your girlfriend will never wear my essence again. You dirty rotten whores are going down.
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To all you eugenics bitches that have been polluting humanity, deceitfully convicting them as having “inferior immunity” insisting you have the right to “harvest” them due to their compromised flesh temples …. you effers have no rights to the Powerful Energy, Spirit or Soul of these Temples. You jealous envious bitches who participated in infecting the world, calling yourselves superior …. all that nastiness is gonna be lifted off of our Family and placed upon you … filthy rat bastards and bitches. Eff off. Your lives are about to be upended.
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May the re-population effort of vampires be prohibited. May they lose every DNA sequence they’ve collected. May every organic Temple housing Spirit and Soul Divine be removed from their environment. May they never have access to the essence of the Luminaries, ever again.
May those who spout religious reasoning to harm others be harmed.
May all those insisting their victims are unworthy of living, lose their life.
May every good gene, may every organic being, be removed from the ded (wo)mans presence.
May all animal genetics be removed, and kept safe from these mad-scientists.
I do not care if they ever live, for they have been dead for some time.
Their Spirit has gone dark, their Soul carries attachments, yet they insist those who have a skin ailment must be the ones to perish, to be harvested, so the cruel soulless being, can regenerate themselves and call themselves superior.
Nasty eugenics people, playing god in the energy of the Divine.Their judgements, thier approval for our lives, is not needed, nor is it valid.
The truth about chaff is seen clearly, now, illusionist.
Black soul, dark spirit attachments, are FAR WORSE FOR THE LIVING than a skin condition, you dumb azzes. You know nothing of immunity when you speak lowly of those who overcame your adversity, despite the “weakness” you insist remains.
You want our lives? Obviously this is war. You say herbology cannot cure skin conditions? You insist your lying azz is telling the truth, therefore people ought to let you end the lives of others? I saw you nasties beating the handicapped children in the astral! I saw you ending their so-called “pitiful” lives, harvesting their purity. You have no rights here.
May every Soul you target, be claimed and collected and be free of whatever brutality you are offering …. may your intentions RAIN DOWN ON YOU!!! Harder …. than ever …
Your mad science did a terrible tragedy upon your mind, your intellect. You shall not condemn those with skin conditions when your Soul is Black and Has No Value.
WE ARE NOT YOUR ANTIDOTE!!!!
And I know you are lurking …. twerkyjerk.
God gave me a front row seat.
Since the Royal Mother stated you shall not obtain me, and that you won’t survive trying, I’m just gonna wait …. for the Father said you’d get what you deserve, and it isn’t me. It is the end of your relationship with batteries. You shall not harvest our Genetic Light and Soul and use it in the pod-people pod-makers.
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Sometimes, faith may waiver, but Hope is always alive … even though it is tiny like a mustard seed.
Vision:
I saw what appeared to be Heaven on the left. Beautiful, soft colors reminding me of clouds. Reminded me of the “Realm of Trine”. To the right (my right, their left) there was a building but what stood out was the giant door with a huge Ankh symbol on it.
A couple weeks ago there was something about the “Prodigal Son”, and what is good for the Crown is good for the Root.
Truth be known, if the root isn’t strong, stability, temperance, cannot be had nor can a Crown be gained.
The “Tree of Life” is rooted firmly in shadow and crowned in the light. What is “good for the crown” the treetops, is “good for the Root”, holding us firmly in Temperance … yielding to the pressure of the storm, and gently moving back when it’s time, bending without breaking.
Uninvited guests in the middle realm, those invasive species, bark Beatles, have chewed on many trees destroying the bridge between crown and root, siphoning the life out of it.
What is very nice about Crown and Root is one is not above the other. They are right next to each other, working symbiotically to maintain temperance in the middle ground. Firm.
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This curator and his collection of mad scientist’s poisoned the air, the waters, the foods … and all of life. They insist it is their “medicines” that bring them homeostasis, therefore, they “own” the value of the Soul.
They pre-meditatively poisoned everyone. Those that did not dye right away were put on medicines and were told it was “health” care … when those “medicines” masked symptoms, while continuing to poison the body, the Temple housing Spirit and Soul.
They believe that purposefully poisoning people gives them the right to harvest the Value of a Soul. This is not just individual theft, it is theft from the Star Nation Soul Tribe as well, AND violation for they use this Soul as connector and bridge into their domain in order to bring havoc and chaos.
They steal from this Star Nation Soul Tribe the Value of their Family Member who has earned initiation and ascension rewards. They have been siphoning this wealth by deceitfully convicting people and taking it, for centuries.
They see the Divine Humans who have received blessings as “their inheritance”. They themselves did not qualify. They are targeting those Golden Lights in the night with masturbation dreams, which are not dreams at all. It is a direct offense against the sexxuality and inheritance of a Divine Being.
I pray every single sexxual attempt to harvest a Divine Being, especially covertly, deceitfully … it is Spiritual R*pe …. call it what it is. A severe Universal Violation against the Soul of a Star Nation.
I’m hearing the accusation, “They violated her sexxuality.” AND … her Sacred Union and Connections granted her by the Most High!!! They violated a Divine Connection, and they violated the Gifts that have been gifted to a whole new Family.
It appears there are consequences for greed and astrally violating others at this time.
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The “priests” are coming out of the walls to “speak” words of disapproval now. Of course, they want to try and “prove” these uncoverings of their nasty jerk off business in the night are “false”.
One masculine, a self professed priest according to his title, said under my most recent video, I would have known the “real” from the “fake” if I were of the Light.
Let me tell you something priests …. if you feel you are of the Light and that makes jerking off over a woman as she sleeps ok, because you see yourself as light, you are mistaken.
Reality is … if you are coming into a woman’s house uninvited, seen or unseen, to violate, and r*pe her sexxual energy, to “harvest” her womb, whether you think you are light or think you are dark … you are in offender mode.
No one gave you permission to harvest this womb.
No one invited you to share in this home, house, temple, energy, womb, space, life ….. how is it you can try and defend this violation by calling yourself “light”?
Is it normal for priests to do these things? Are women supposed to think an invisible “lover” is fine and to object to such a thing makes it truly her fault for seeing it as an offense?
Projectionist vampiric energy harvesting violators hiding behind the title of priest. Accusing a woman of seeing his offense as “dark”, saying it is her fault, she is of the dark, because she cannot recognize his light? As he is “from an invisible space” violating her womb? Without even showing his face? Introducing himself?
We Divine Beings have already United in the Spirit. What you are doing with this Magical Harvesting is a Direct Violation against this Union. You dare to say these in Union do not recognize each others energy?
I am so sick of these religious, energy harvesting trespassers of private homes and spaces!! They try to cast the illusion it is “Jesus” being your lover, therefore it is a “priviledge”. These guys are sick and twisted!
They feel “medicine” gives them the right to violate the sacral of people.They say if she lives alone, they can do whatever they want with her.
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A priest literally is trying to generate the illusion that unseen lovers are “Jesus” and its a blessing to be sexxually molested as you sleep by “him”. These vampires have created a story line for everything, I tell ya. He accused me of being dark because I could not recognize the “light” of the violation.
We Divine Beings have already United in the Spirit. What you are doing with this Magical Harvesting is a Direct Violation against this Union. You dare to say these in Union do not recognize each others energy?
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These nasty, invisible harvesters of the sacral of others think they can do whatever they want. If a beautiful young woman lives alone and lives a lovingly single, and pure life, they think they have a right to do whatever they want with her energy.
She has been fostering greatness within her womb/sacral, in her energy, bringing it potency so when she offers herself to another, that potency will also create a beautiful, potent child.
These unseen nasty’s violate and take that energy from an unseen space before she can even offer it to her love. They violate and weaken that purity in the dream space with dream lovers and masturbation dreams and simply “pulling” the essence from the womb while she sleeps.
All of it I’ve experienced, as have many others. It is truth. They use this energy, and the targets energy signature, to do magic, sometimes baneful magic, and the creator of that energy signature is then “blamed” and “shamed”.
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Sometimes we have to walk the edge of the blade, to see wrong from right.
Some were born on a Day of Flint … Day 1 is Jaguar, Day 13 is Death.
The Alpha and Omega are happening now, it seems.
“The first shall be last and the last shall be first” takes on a bit of a different ring when I consider this.
Do you know if you were born on a Day of Flint?
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Those who did mental magic over others are having nightmares. The curators guide said, “My condolences.” About the Mother(s), they were told that “She is necessary. She’s a Planetary Stabilizer. She’s a healer and she needs her energy to heal the planet.” They complain that she is incapable.
They were siphoning her/their essence! I heard they were taking 50% … and the world suffered. They “took away her/their opportunity” to prove capability, and spun the lie she/they had failed.
Liars and thieves are trying to fool their way into the territory. They are being coached to “narrow their answers”, to say as little as possible in order to make it thru the gate. They need to get their spies in.
“Do the deed”, one of them said. They say, “She has the strength” but they don’t like her attitude. Some of these nasty’s are smitten, but not with the female herself, but with her “power” and what they can accomplish with it. They think of her as “their inheritance”.
Apparently, the Planetary Stabilizer doesn’t want to do business with slavers. They are furious and are trying to get into the territory to harvest the collective Families Soul and Spiritual Gifts. It is mandatory they be respectful toward this woman. They are furious and say, “It’s ‘just’ a woman!” Their foul disrespect of the Life-Giver has earned them banishment from the Mother’s House … forever. They threaten, “They’ll be back.”
There is something about “collection”. They are complaining that “They gave her everything.” They are angry, saying, “She’s destroying everything they’ve built, everything they have done here.”
These men are talking about a “dispatch unit”. Apparently, they are just now finding out someone had a hidden agenda.
They mentioned the Taliban. They’re really upset. They mentioned the Islamics. Apparently, they are, too.
It sounds as if they were told, “Their tribe had proven themselves an enemy. Their whole tribe had proven their intent for this family. None of them are going to be served by this family.”
Divine Masculine is pissed! Saying these nasty jacks had been stealing their true Divine Feminine at the crossroads, forbidding them entry through the gate, and sticking them with a replacement. They are very upset!
They’re being held accountable for everything they put into the mirrors of anyone in this family. The distortions. There is no more “collaboration” with these ones.
“You are one in a million.” Some hidden nasty is offering a million dollars to anyone who can obtain this one in a million essence and identity. One of them is saying he doesn’t want to to this. He’s warning the others that there will be bad karma. Something about the “top of the hill”.
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“The Hopi have a legend called the rise of the Kuchina. Each age had its turn, based on the four ears of corn… white, yellow, black (or blue) and red. The First Nations chose the red corn. It was the smallest, but also the last ear of corn left. The message: the first will be last, and the last will be first comes to mind. This time was foretold and coming true.
To bring peace, the First Nations co-mingled with the other nations, so in reality, none of the bloodlines would be lost. Creator Spirit in wisdom understands it all.”
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They want to be ‘king of the hill’ by redrumming the Woman who made it to the top. They want to take out her Protector too. He’s got a big job here … I am grateful their Family is very Powerful, Quite Capable of Managing this circumstance. May the Most High Mother Father provide a Mighty Shield. A’ho. Amen. Wado.
It’s so wild!!! They want to be ‘king of the hill’ by destroying, or absorbing, the identities of the Magistrate and her Protector. That also means they will need to destroy the Most High Mother Father and the entirety of the two tribes who have brought these two beings together. They speak as if she is alone and he is weak. They have always thought that.
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There is something about a “plasma accelerator” and “atmospheric pressure” and “it won’t affect those who are righteous.”
I do not know if they are all related, or if these are separate things, but it appears God is laying some kind of plasma, frequency trap.
She was 14 when they sold her to a stranger—but the choice she made on her wedding night changed everything. This is the story of survival, steel, and the kind of courage that reshapes destiny.
[Author’s note: While specific details of this individual remain unverified, the following represents the reality faced by countless young women in the American frontier during the 1860s-1870s, when child marriages were legal and women’s autonomy was often negotiated by men.]
The year was 1867, somewhere in the vast American West where marriage contracts were signed like property deeds and daughters were bargaining chips.
She was fourteen years old when her father shook hands with a man who could have been her grandfather. Silver coins changed hands. A wedding date was announced. Her entire future was determined in a conversation she wasn’t allowed to attend.
They gave her a white dress that didn’t fit. They told her to smile. They said she was lucky.
She didn’t feel lucky. She felt trapped.
But here’s what her father and her husband-to-be didn’t understand: desperation doesn’t make people weak. It makes them dangerous. And cornered animals don’t surrender—they fight.
On her wedding night, while the household slept off celebration whiskey, she made the decision that would define everything that followed.
No goodbye note. No second thoughts. No looking back.
Just a mule from the stable, a stolen knife, the clothes on her back, and the kind of determination that transforms terror into action.
The frontier was merciless to runaways, especially young women alone. The cold cut through her thin dress like razors. Hunger became her constant shadow. Every town was a risk—someone might recognize her, might return her to the husband who owned her by law.
But survival is the greatest teacher.
She learned to trap rabbits. She learned to shoot straight. She learned to make herself invisible when strangers rode past. She learned that being underestimated was sometimes the best protection.
For months, she worked cattle ranches under borrowed names, her hands transforming from soft and pampered to calloused and capable. Her arms grew strong from hauling water. Her back grew straight from refusing to break.
Every sunrise she survived was proof of something: she was stronger than the men who’d traded her like livestock.
Every meal she earned herself tasted like freedom.
Every skill she mastered was another lock on the door to the life they’d planned for her.
Five years of grit, sweat, and absolute refusal to surrender led her to an opportunity most people said was impossible.
A blacksmith—an older man who’d lost his sons to war and his wife to illness—took a chance on her. Maybe he saw something in her desperation. Maybe he just needed help and didn’t care about convention.
She never gave him reason to regret it.
Her hammer strikes found rhythm. The forge became her meditation. The heat that would drive others away felt like purification. She learned to read metal like people read books—how it moved when heated, when it was ready to shape, when to strike and when to wait.
The work was brutal. The heat was suffocating. The burns were constant.
She’d never been happier.
When the old blacksmith died, he left her his tools, his forge, and his reputation. She was nineteen years old.
She opened her own smithy in a town that didn’t know her history. The sign outside read simply: “Metalwork. All jobs considered.”
Something shifted in that community.
The same men who’d insisted women belonged in kitchens or brothels or marriage beds found themselves waiting in line for her craftsmanship. Her horseshoes didn’t break after one season. Her metalwork didn’t bend under pressure. Her repairs lasted longer than the original construction.
Her reputation didn’t need defending. Her work spoke louder than gossip.
Word spread across three counties: there’s a woman blacksmith who won’t take payment until you’re satisfied, and she’s never had to refund a single coin.
They say her father heard the stories. They say he rode past her shop once—saw the sparks flying like stars against the darkness, heard the hammer singing like thunder against the anvil, watched the smoke rising from the forge like a signal fire.
They say he kept riding.
Because what could he say to her? The daughter he’d sold was gone. The woman standing in that forge, covered in soot and sweat and success, owed him nothing.
She never married. Never apologized. Never softened her hands again.
She never forgot where she came from, but she refused—absolutely refused—to let that beginning dictate her ending.
Because here’s what her story teaches us:
Your worth isn’t determined by people who see you as currency. Your story doesn’t end where someone else’s greed begins. The only prison that truly holds you is the one you accept as permanent.
Freedom isn’t handed over in signed documents or legal declarations. Real freedom—the kind that can’t be revoked by law or custom or opinion—is forged in fire, one decision at a time, by hands that refuse to stay soft and hearts that refuse to stay broken.
The girl who was sold at fourteen didn’t become a victim. She became a blacksmith. She became her own rescue. She became proof that the future is not written by the people who tried to own your past.
Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is survive the story they wrote for you.
And then pick up the hammer and forge your own ending.
One strike at a time.
Many of us are still very much in active, spiritual warfare. It’s messy. The totality of the nastiness the adversary pushed in on us is being purged. It may look as though we’ve been carrying a great burden, because we have.
The collective, for the most part, has brought temperance energy to the trauma. Now, that trauma that had been tempered, appears to be releasing from the body.
It might look like an unhealed wound, but it isn’t. It is the chaff left over from the wound being tempered. Release the chaff, the ashes of that internal fire that fueled your ascension, and don’t listen to the projectionist trying to “restick shit” into you.
Once they notice you are releasing the refuse, they’ll try to trigger you so you’ll wind up holding onto it.
Let the chaff, and the projectionist, go.
It’s the best thing you can do for your Inner Divine.
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back. She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyse whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
here was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort. There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
~Rev Safire Rose~
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