A reading from the 13 Original Clan Mothers
One’s past does not define them; it is what they do with it that counts. The Most High God has forgiven and lifted the Prodigal Son, he has resurrected and led back into ascension, the Son and the Daughter, (micro macro) yet some still slander them for the history. We are not bringing that with us into this new chapter; all things are made new. Mistakes made, lessons learned, Dharma gained, enough so that we are able to assist others by breaking generational curses and offering foundation for new beginnings … compassionate beginnings, based on Love, Honor, and Respect.
The old me does not exist anymore; she died … the last time an invisible man ran a long knife blade through my throat and chest in the astral, punching the heart clean out of this body. Now, perhaps someone DID gain the gifts because of this sacrifice, and I will never meet him. What of it?
Do you understand the energetic harvesting some have had to endure? The mental r*pe of decades, 24/7 tearing the mind apart while you’re left trying to hold your life together? These invisible masculine’s and their copycats waiting patiently for the harvest so they can play “dress-up”, trespassing into the sleeping chamber and forcefully pulling the sacral energy out as you can do no more than sit and cry and wait for it to be over? No?
Decades many of us prayed for relief, protection, an end to this severe trauma being inflicted upon the body the mind the soul by invisible brutalizers who felt they had the right …. I can tell you that relief is here, and I in no way shape or form will rebel against it.
My energy has been gifted back to me, and if he who sacrificed me did it for the gifts, well then, at least he’s nicer to me that those “thousands” of others in history that were anything but decent or gentle. I support him with all that I am, and everything the Most High God can move through me, and when it starts to deplete, I will reach deep into the dark and reach high into the light, I will expand in all ways and bring to him what he needs to be successful in this world ….
He is free to be whoever he wishes, and he’s free to be with whoever he wants, I am just glad there is a shift in the brutal reality of life … and it is someone else’s turn to be fodder, while I am gifted a vacation. (Of course, I am a blind woman in love with an invisible man, and of course I long for this connection, but will never seek to bind anything here, for it is the flow which brings success …. however, God did tell him that “Lust will be your downfall”. We’ll just have to wait to see what he chooses. I pray that if he chooses lust God will release me so I do not fall with him … it was no fun the first many times, thank you very much, I pray a different experience, a loving experience.”)
I was never invited to play on the team, but someone has chosen me … this cycle, someone chose me. Many mean people out there say it was just an energy harvest and gifts claimed, and they might be right. I’ve been left alone my whole life, centuries have gone by of this abuse.
I am happy alone. I am accustomed to not being “good enough” for union, only good enough to “harvest”. No one out there wants to build with me, they just want what I am, I get it ….
I willingly gave all that I am to another in order to be catalyst for change. Whatever that cost … obviously it was my life, obviously it involved the underworld, obviously it involved the God who rules over the Land of Trine, the land from which I hail.
I do not know the rules of God’s game.
My memory was wiped time and time again.
My soul moved forward anyway.
God will either carry me home for my service,
Or he will leave me behind …
Either way, the habitual pattern of defiling people, programming them with failure then driving them into it just so they could convict them deceitfully and have a legal reason to harvest them, is over.
Say what you want, God sent me here for purpose. I “fell to tell”, I learned as much as I could about as much as I could, through persevering the punishment of this realm.
God may now know that the Prodigal Son wasn’t guilty as charged, and neither was the Daughter.
This system of suffering is over for humanity; they are exempt, for they were “programmed” and “set up for failure”. God sees it all, and so does the Upper Echelon, the Council of Universes.
As you age, you’ll notice you are not the same, constantly reborn. It is a choice that not all people make. Other species may have different operating procedures, obviously, which require our demise.
Mother Father God Goddess Creators of All That Is, thank you for this life, thank you for bringing the cycle of suffering for humanity and all those they love, to a close.
Aho. Amen. Wado.
The prayers have been spoken
May the gods be on my side
May they join my way to bring me victory
Seven at one stroke
My triumph and my pride
They will be historyBut behind my enemy’s eyes
Sending disguise
Not only lies
We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide
We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide
What’s hell without a paradise
What’s the night without a day
We would think it’s bright
What’s a fall if we can’t rise
What’s a hero at a play
Without a fool to fight
But behind my enemy’s eyes
Sending disguise
Not only lies
We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide
We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide
But behind my enemy’s eyes
Sending disguise
Not only lies
We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide
We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide
You can’t really see it, but under the back window was the word RIGID, and on the tailgate was the word ROYAL. These Mysogonists had opportunity to receive a Loving Royal, she served them while they hurt her real bad. God took her away from them and told her she will never give it back. Now, God has made her Rigid …. Those who harmed her and her family last cycle won’t be meeting the same Royal this cycle.
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.
