Oct. 9th, “Earth Woman was given control over the planet”. The curator is furious. He & his trafficking hybrids must leave, cease & desist in their horror fest. He & his interdimensional friends are planning an uicide, leaving a cadaver as placement w/note, while they obtain her, her essence, gifts & covenant. Divine Mother said to, “Be prepared. They won’t survive. Those people won’t obtain you.”
She was chained to a saloon bed at fifteen and told her life belonged to men with money. By twenty, Lydia “Red” McGraw had seen enough of Dodge City’s whiskey-soaked nights and the fists of cattle bosses who treated her like property. One evening, when a drunken foreman tried to lock her in her room, she smiled, nodded, and waited. At midnight she poured lamp oil down the staircase, struck a match, and walked away as the building roared into an inferno. The flames took her jailors, her chains, and the life she refused to endure another day.
It wasn’t escape alone—it was rebirth. Red vanished into the plains, her name whispered like smoke trailing behind the ashes. For months she lived by instinct, scavenging, hiding, keeping one step ahead of those who tried to drag her back. But the fire inside her burned hotter than fear. She found others like her—women with bruised pasts, stolen freedom, and nothing left to lose. Together they turned outlaw, revolvers at their hips, robbing stagecoaches and wagons with a cold efficiency that left men stunned to see women holding the guns.
By the time the 1870s rolled on, Red McGraw was no longer a broken saloon girl—she was an outlaw queen whose legend stretched from Kansas to Colorado. Some called her a devil, others a folk hero, but all agreed on one thing: when the Golden Spur burned, something more dangerous than flames had been born. Her story asks the question—what would you do if the only way to escape your cage was to burn it down?
A survivor has filed criminal charges on the curator and his supporters.
Someone is saying, “Let’s leave these people alone”.
Tyrants feel this woman is humiliating everyone by filing criminal charges for what she survived, what she witnessed and recorded them doing to humanity.
They don’t want these two helping people navigate challenges on their path. They call these two dangerous, because what they’ve experienced, what they’ve learned about self and how to remain in temperance energy even while under extreme duress will destroy their harvesting operation!
They want to “dissolve” the woman. They want to do a thing to them both “at the same time”.
These narcs are accused of attempted extermination of a bloodline, or bloodlines.
They want this source of longevity, this life force vitality. They want this woman’s promise, her gift of long life … which God gave her for such a long suffering, and successful graduation.
Be aware.
The “terminator” agent smiths are out shapeshifting, wielding pistols, trying to cause flat tires and endings.
How breaking cycles feels like freedom and punishment at the same time.
We’re gonna have to wait and see how it goes.
I’m not in charge of that,
Only how I manage Self in my portion.
I pray it goes well.
I love you, but are you not kneeling at the shore of the most beautiful lake you’ve ever seen? The water is still, so still it mirrors the sky above, reflecting sunlight so pure it could blind angels. Yet you do not look up. Your hands clutch your head in despair, your eyes fixed on the ground as if afraid to raise them.
Around you, screens scream. Tvs flicker with horrific headlines:
“FEAR.”
“HATE”
“DIVISION.”
Behind the screens. The lake is calm. The sun warms your skin. Birds sing melodies older than time itself.
Trees breathe life into the air around you.
So Why are you trembling?
In this society, truth is buried beneath an avalanche of information. Whoever controls the narrative controls the population. And the narrative is simple:
Be afraid. Hate each other.
They tell you the world is ending. That chaos reigns. That war looms over every horizon. That death waits just beyond tomorrow.
And you listen. Because fear feels safer than hope.
Division feels easier than unity. Hatred feels stronger than love.
Have you ever stopped to question what lies beyond the screens? Have you ever dared to turn away from the noise and simply… look?
I’m telling you now: wake up.
Stop letting fear dictate your steps. Stop hating strangers whose names you’ll never know.
Look past the screens. Look past the headlines. Look past the fear. See the lake. Feel the warmth of the sun on your face. Hear the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Smell the earth beneath your feet. Taste the sweetness of life itself.
Will you stay on your knees, cowering under the weight of manufactured despair? Or will you stand up, leave the screens behind, and dive into the calm waters of truth?
It’s your choice. Always has been. Always will be.
Because here’s the ultimate irony:
The storm doesn’t exist unless you believe it does.
So rise. Turn your back on the screaming screens. Let the water remind you of who you really are-not a pawn in someone else’s game, but a creator of your own reality.
Dive in. Swim deep. Breathe freely. Laugh wildly. Love fiercely.
And remember this:
While the TVs showed storms and waves, the lake was calm, the sun was up.
Those I’ve come to know as the “adversary” are talking about “the nation”.
What does “nations” mean in Revelation?
In the Book of Revelation, “the nations” refer to the gentile or non-Jewish peoples of the world.
“Nations” mean “ethnic groups”.
It sounds as though there is a specific nation which concerns these abuser masculine’s. They’re quite upset about its rise.
It was promised by the Mother Father both!
“Never give it back. You’ll never give it back.”
“This is the end of their relationship with batteries.”
“These people won’t obtain you.”
“Be prepared, they won’t survive.”
I don’t know what I’m supposed to be prepared for, but I trust her.
You folks are going up against God and Goddess and the entirety of those they call Family.
You or your copycat won’t survive.
Your days of syphoning the life of the shining ones are over.
That was also promised.
While you are scary … yes indeed you are …
I trust in the Divine who have enfolded me.
It is strange to have this front row seat,
to be here, witnessing Gods Greatness in my Life.
I’ve been waiting a long time.
I Am Grateful.
I’ve no idea exactly what the Mother and Father have seeded in me.
I’m patiently waiting and watching as my Garden continues to grow.
Grateful for My Song which nourishes,
Grateful for Inner Water’s Flow.
I guess I am blessed to have survived the last 20+ years of internal abuse. I learned to be settled in the midst of chaos. Now that the internal has steadied and quieted on its own, the outer world erupts into chaos. I (mostly) silently observe as folks all over lose their mental and emotional stability. Those who had no need to manage a raging, internal sea, trying to drown the life out of them. I’m saddened to see them become energetically aligned with the need for vengeance … I visualize many lives coming into energetic alignment, and I wonder about technology that can “tap into” that frequency and energy … and what they might be doing with it. I watch. I wait. I know there are Powers much Greater than I here at work.
432 Hz Healing
It is strange in these present moments, regarding living and dying.
I know there are shifts, and I’ve had a psychic unseen tell me, “You have no idea what happens to psychics!” Well, you are right. I’ve had my memories wiped so many times throughout the centuries; I do not. I suppose that is why I’m so bold to speak in these present moments. Twenty + years silent, silent no more.
I know what the Mother Father have stated, and I know what they say is true. Every moment, every day, I wait to see if I get another moment with you. Regardless of what happens I’m told I will appreciate my Future. Whatever it takes to get there … I’m all in. We WILL get there.
This is where Stubborn Will pairs with Skillfull Will, without prejudice.
This is where Hope meets Faith, certain.
Copycat getting her hopes up of becoming the venerated influencer. Misogynists planning a kidnaping.
The war has been won in the spirit. These narcissists are readying their death certificates. Need to get plastic surgery and tattoos. Studying the social media of this chosen representative. They are planning on obtaining her and replacing her with a weak ho who could NEVER survive a moment in her shoes. These r@pists need a puppet in this position and they need the land the status and money that goes with it. May God and Goddess Mother Father deliver on their promises. They’ll get what they deserve, and it isn’t your identity, star. They will never obtain you. They won’t be able to curse your land or business. It’s over for them and you have a front row seat to witness the Power of the Most High in your life. Everyone will witness it. Keep your cool.
It was promised by the Mother Father both!
“Never give it back. You’ll never give it back.”
“This is the end of their relationship with batteries.”
“These people won’t obtain you.”
“Be prepared, they won’t survive.”
I don’t know what I’m supposed to be prepared for, but I trust her.
You folks are going up against God and Goddess and the entirety of those they call Family.
You or your copycat won’t survive.
Your days of syphoning the life of the shining ones are over.
That was also promised.
While you are scary … yes indeed you are …
I trust in the Divine who have enfolded me.
It is strange to have this front row seat,
to be here, witnessing Gods Greatness in my Life.
I’ve been waiting a long time.
I Am Grateful.
Don’t be afraid of your freedom
Freedom
I’m free to do what I want any old time
I said I’m free to do what I want any old time
I say love me, hold me
Love me, hold me
‘Cause I’m free to do what I want any old time
And I’m free to be who I choose any old time
I say love me, hold me
Love me, hold me
‘Cause I’m free
I say love me, hold me
Love me, hold me
‘Cause I’m free to do what I want
To be what I want any old time
And I’m free to be who I choose
To get my booze any old time
I say love me (love me forever)
Hold me (and love will never die)
Love me, hold me
‘Cause I’m free
Do you hear what the man say
These are the words me hear from my grandaddy, come
These are the words me hear from my grandaddy
He would say nothing in this world like when a man know he free
Free from the lock up, me say
Free from the debt
Free like a butterfly
Free like a bee
These are the words me hear from my grandaddy
Said it’s nice to be free, nice to be free
Free from the lock up, me say
Free from the debt
Don’t be afraid of your freedom
‘Cause I’m free to do what I want any old time (I’m a new creation)
‘Cause I’m free to do what I want any old time (Don’t be afraid of your freedom)
I said I’m free to do what I want to be what I want any old time
I said I’m free to be who I choose, to get my booze any old time
‘Cause I’m free to do what I want any old time (I’m free, I’m free, I’m free)
‘Cause I’m free to do what I want any old time (I’m free, I’m free, I’m free)
‘Cause I’m free to do what I want any old time (I’m free, I’m free, I’m free)
‘Cause I’m free to do what I want any old time (I’m free, I’m free, I’m free)
‘Cause I’m free to do what I want any old time (I’m free, I’m free, I’m free)
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Keith Richards / Mick Jagger
I’m Free lyrics © Abkco Music Inc., BMG Rights Management, Star Publishing Solutions Co. Ltd
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