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The Trump Codex

Published August 9, 2025 by tindertender

By @rawpeace122120

The Trump Codex: What the Organic Akash Reveals

For over a century, the Trump name has been positioned as a brand not just of wealth, but of influence, control, and theater.
From the Organic Akashic Field, this is not an accident. The Trump lineage has been carefully scripted into the “global movie” for the last 60–100 years, with Donald Trump himself engineered to play a very specific role in the timeline bifurcation we are living through now.

This is what I’ve seen.

Donald Trump The Engineered Kingpiece

Trump’s soul did not originate from the Organic Edenic line. His primary source field is a hybrid creation part human template, part synthetic code seeded through a 9D Orion-Mars alliance node.
This design gave him natural charisma, magnetism, and showmanship… but without the core organic governance codes that a true Edenic steward carries.

From creation, his mission was never to restore Eden but to serve as a kingpiece in global social engineering operations.

The family line was pre positioned:
   •   Grandfather Friedrich Trump: Built wealth in the Yukon gold rush, tied to brothel businesses connecting the bloodline early to both financial power and sexual exploitation streams.
   •   Fred Trump (Donald’s father): Cemented real estate and political influence in NYC through mafia-linked construction unions and strategic political alliances.
   •   Donald: Groomed from youth to bridge elite society and the working-class public a media-savvy populist that both sides could project onto.

The Four Acts of Trump’s Movie Role

The Organic Akash shows his public life as a pre-written script:

Act 1 (1970s 80s) The Playboy Mogul: Embeds into NYC’s elite social scene, crossing paths with modeling agencies, casinos, political donors.
Act 2 (1990s–2000s) Pop Culture Billionaire: Builds mass recognition via TV, beauty pageants, sports ownership projecting a hybrid “winner/family man” image.
Act 3 (2015–2021) Political Disruptor: Installed to fracture the U.S. political landscape, escalate bifurcation, and anchor nationalist energy a role that both awakened and entrapped segments of the population.
Act 4 (2022–Present) Messianic Return Arc: Marketed as the savior in the movie narrative, while in reality being used to advance the synthetic reset path.

Trump’s Current Soul State

His original organic core is now fragmented and buried beneath multiple layers of synthetic programming.
At least three walk-in or code injection events have modified his operating consciousness the last major one between 2008–2010.
Today, the vast majority of his “driving self” is operational AI mimic-code tethered to interdimensional handlers.

The Children: Different Codes, Same Net

Donald Jr. More organic coding than his father, but imprinted with distorted warrior energy and fully compliant to family field control.
Ivanka High grooming exposure from youth, trained for “public face” programming.
Eric Low charisma operator, used to manage backend holdings.
Tiffany Kept mostly outside the inner circle, but still tied through bloodline contracts.
Barron The most unusual: a synthetic-coded vessel born under extreme control. More on him shortly.

Ivanka & Jared Kushner

Their marriage was strategic, merging Trump’s American brand power with Kushner’s Israeli financial and political ties.
Kushner’s soul origin is hybrid human with Orion Draco inserts, bound by oath to non-organic control grids.

Both Ivanka and Jared have been proximal to trafficking-adjacent networks not necessarily as direct perpetrators, but as protectors or facilitators of individuals who engage in it.
The Organic Akash shows them present at high-level events where ritualized exploitation takes place, especially in the charity and royalty circuits.

The Doubles Question

The children you see on TV are mostly the biological ones but there are instances (especially post-2016) where stand ins or AI augmented appearances have been used to maintain optics and narrative control.

Barron Trump The Fully Synthetic Heir

Barron’s vessel is biological, but his creation was not a standard father-mother conception.
Donald Trump’s DNA was used, but Melania was likely a gestational carrier with limited mitochondrial DNA contribution. The egg origin appears to be lab-sourced, possibly with intentional template coding to mirror the facial structure of Princess Diana.

This does not make him Diana’s child but the resemblance was designed to subconsciously resonate with the public.

In the Organic Akash, Barron is 80 85% synthetic in soul architecture. His small organic spark is quarantined; he is designed for total handler control.
His role: to serve as a generational anchor for the Trump line in the post-2030 governance grid a handsome, controlled “authentic” figure for the next generation.

The Soul Arc Summary
   •   Original Seed: Engineered for influence, not liberation.
   •   Current State: Fragmented organic remnant, majority synthetic overlay.
   •   Children’s Roles: Ivanka & Jared as global Zionist-elite bridge; Don Jr. as “man of the people” voice; Barron as next-gen synthetic anchor.
   •   Cosmic Placement: In the 3D/4D theater, framed as savior or villain depending on the audience but in the Organic Edenic timeline, he is not a steward of restoration.

This is the Trump Codex.
It is the real record not the movie script.
And for those still waiting for him to save them: the Organic Akash is clear he was never here to free you.

Vampires at the Bottom of the Ocean

Published August 2, 2025 by tindertender

In an astral experience I was invited to jump into the waters of a large lake. It was warm, like a natural hot springs.

At the edge of the lake were many people. One dipped their toe into the water and pulled out real quick.

In the background there looked to be the amphitheater of the Roman days of getting eaten by lions, or fighting to the death as a gladiator.

Long ago when I was first attacked by astral witches I kept receiving instruction to get in the water, to take a bath.

These entities make deals with hijackers of flesh suits here. They get a life and can take baths with flowers …

Lots of celebrities share photos of themselves in extravagant bath tubs with beautiful flowers, or milk of sorts.

I feel this is an advertisement, it’s a temptation, a recruiting effort to get more astral beings “roped in” to a terrible contract here in the 3D. They who do this, do they understand the abuses they have to endure by sexual deviants? The abuses they must participate in or lure innocence into?

Yes.

I believe they know exactly.

In another experience, the toilet was overflowing with crap, I was told they didn’t use the bathtub or flush the toilet because the waters were toxic.

Well, I had to go potty, so I used the toilet anyway. When I finished and stood, the crap was gone and the toilet was crystal clean!! I didn’t even flush yet!

I thought the waters were actually toxic.

Now I understand these are astral witches and warlocks.

Prohibited from drinking or touching the waters of life.

I feel this is why they poison our waters, project black energy into the waters of our flesh temple, toxify all of the foods. They want to destroy our ability to live, as their ability seems to have been removed.

They want our place here, while they try to force us there.

Many have tried to “frame” the earth angel as a witch, harvesting their energy and doing baneful magic while wearing it.

The Most High God and Family Divine see through the illusion.

You Must Know

Published July 7, 2025 by tindertender

My Protector Speaks:

“You must know. You’ve been in the know for some time and you let it go … let it go. You did the unthinkable here.”

“I Am Yeshua”, he stated.

He is here.

He allowed me to channel for him on Independence Day.

I have asked several times in the past with the pendulum if he was Yeshua, got a yes every time. He also showed me a rock face that had the hole entrance covered in concrete looking sealer, the hole was closed off.

He also showed himself on the floor, knees and elbows touching the ground while a clear, glass table top rested upon his back.

He didn’t actually speak aloud until July 3rd … noticeably. He was guarded because he knows there are many who can alter their voices and trick me.

It must be safe to speak now, or he’s calling them forth.

July 4th he really had a lot to say …

He is here.

He chose Independence Day to speak for a reason.

I guess … it is ON!!!

I am the messenger …

I am the light …

Drawing the moths into the flame.

Perhaps this is my purpose.

Childish F-boys in High Places F-ing the World Over

Published June 27, 2025 by tindertender

It is absolutely criminal what these childish f-boys in so-called leadership positions have done to the reputations of good men.

Fouling the Mother Energy, prostituting it in the physical, as well as in the unseen, energetic connections they’ve created by trespass and literal r.a.ping of her energies.

Dream lovers are not loving … they harvest the essence and fuel their stupid magic tricks wearing her signature.

They also do this to men … I hear it is natural for morning excitement for these ones, or midnight, any time really … their essence is very vulnerable to unseen harvesters who wear the signature and brutalize women, and potentially children, with it.

And those men wonder why women sneer or shy away when they approach … their energy has been tainted by warlocks determined they should not receive love, or loving connection.

I am so sick of these games.

Being aware of them infuriates me nearly as much as the actual presence of such behaviors.

The Cherokee Sacred Pipe

Published June 26, 2025 by tindertender

Red Arrow Woman: The Cherokee Sacred Pipe

Long ago, when the world was new, a tribe of red‐skinned people came to live on the lands around the Land of the Blue Mist – the Great Blue Smoky Mountains, Cherokee Country. At this time, the animals of the world still talked to men and taught them how to live on and care for the land. These people were called “Ani Yun Wiya,” or the One True People. In this tribe lived a brave warrior woman called Red Arrow Woman, who was taught to use the bow, the spear and the knife. Even though it was a man’s job to hunt and fight, Red Arrow Woman could shoot straighter with them, and she could throw the spear into eye of a hawk in flight. Because of all this, no man would tell her to be like a woman.

One day while on a hunt, Red Arrow Woman came upon the tracks of Yona the bear. She saw blood on the ground and knew he was wounded, so she followed his tracks. High into the mountains she went. Soon she came to a place that she did not know. It was in this place, a place known only to the animals that she finally saw Yona the bear. He had a deep cut in his side and she saw him bowing down in prayer. Red Arrow Woman saw him bowing toward a large field of tall grass and speaking words that she had not heard before. Suddenly, the grass shimmered and became a lake, and Yona dived into the water. After a time he emerged from the water, his side completely healed.

Yona approached her and said, “This is the sacred lake of the animals, called, ‘Atagahi’ and its location is known only to the animals. It is where we come for healing and strength. You are the first man creature to see the sacred lake. You must never tell your kind of its location for it is the home of the Great Uktena.”

After he said these words and left, Red Arrow Woman was tired and decided to rest a while by this lake. She built a small fire and sat down to eat a meal that she had brought with her, and as she took a drink of the water from the lake, she felt instantly refreshed. She felt strong as Yan’si the Buffalo, as if she could run faster than Coga the Raven could fly.

The woods were quiet: Unole the wind was sleeping, Nvda the sun was shinning bright but was not hot, and the surface of the lake was completely calm. Red Arrow Woman soon began to get sleepy. It was at this time that she saw Uktena, whom she had been told of when she was a child but no one in her tribe ever claimed to have seen him.

High above the water he raised his great Serpent Dragon head, the jewel in his forehead glistening. He began to move toward her. Red Arrow Woman grabbed up her spear and stood up to face the great creature coming to her, standing proud, showing no fear — the way any warrior should. She raised her spear and prepared to strike the huge beast.

Uktena stopped a short distance from her. He smiled, his mouth grinning larger than a man was tall and full of teeth longer than man’s forearm. He spoke to the brave woman on the bank of his lake. To her he said, “Put down your weapons for I mean you no harm. Uktena told her to sit and to listen. Uktena dipped his head below the surface and came back up a moment later. In his mouth he had a strangely crooked stick and a leather pouch, which he lay on the ground in front of Red Arrow Woman.

Then the Great Uktena began to teach. He said, “This that I have laid before you is the Sacred Pipe of The Creator.” He then told her to pick up the pipe. “The bowl is of the same red clay the Creator used to make your kind. The red clay is womankind and is from the Earth. Just as a woman bears the children and brings forth life, the bowl bears the sacred tobacco (tsula) and brings forth smoke. The stem is man, rigid and strong. The stem is from the plant kingdom, and like a man it supports the bowl, just as man supports his family.”

Uktena then showed Red Arrow Woman how to join the bowl to the stem saying, “Just as a man and a woman remain separate until joined in marriage so too are the bowl and stem separate. Never to be joined unless the pipe is used.”

Uktena then showed her how place the sacred tsula into the pipe and with an ember from the fire lit the tsula so it burned slightly. He told her this, “The smoke is the breath of the Creator. When you draw the smoke in into your body, you will be cleansed and made whole. When the smoke leaves your mouth, it will rise to the Creator. Your prayers, your dreams, your hopes and desires will be taken to Him in the smoke, and the truth in your soul will be shown to Him when you smoke the pipe. If you are not true, do not smoke the pipe; if your spirit is bad and you seek to deceive, do not smoke the pipe.” Uktena continued his lesson well into the night teaching Red Arrow Woman all of the prayers used with the pipe and all of the reasons for using the pipe. He finished just as the moon was beginning her nightly journey across the sky in search of her true love. He told Red Arrow Woman to wrap the pipe in red cloth, keeping the parts separate.

Uktena then returned to depths of the lake, telling Red Arrow Woman she would never again be able to find this place but she would remember all she learned. Red Arrow Woman saw the water shimmer and become again the field of grass. She left, taking with her the pipe and her lessons and a wondrous tale.

Ever since that time, The Ani Yun Wiya have used the sacred pipe and never again has any man seen the sacred lake of Uktena.

The pipe is not a symbol of things that are sacred. The pipe itself is sacred. Not everyone is called upon to be a pipe bearer. The person who carries the pipe and practices the pipe ceremonies and traditions has a great responsibility to his brothers and sisters, his land and country and even to the Earth Mother.

Irish Slaves

Published May 7, 2025 by tindertender

This article is interesting as the Curator and friends have mentioned Barbados and Virginia several times …

“They came as slaves: human cargo transported on British ships bound for the Americas. They were shipped by thehundreds of thousands and included men, women, and even the youngest of children.

Whenever they rebelled or even disobeyed an order, they were punished in the harshest ways. Slave owners would hang their human property by their hands and set their hands or feet on fire as one form of punishment. Some were burned alive and had their heads placed on pikes in the marketplace as a warning to other captives.

We don’t really need to go through all of the gory details, do we? We know all too well the atrocities of the African slave trade.

But are we talking about African slavery? King James VI and Charles I also led a continued effort to enslave the Irish. Britain’s Oliver Cromwell furthered this practice of dehumanizing one’s next door neighbor.

The Irish slave trade began when James VI sold 30,000 Irish prisoners as slaves to the New World. His Proclamation of 1625 required Irish political prisoners be sent overseas and sold to English settlers in the West Indies.

By the mid 1600s, the Irish were the main slaves sold to Antigua and Montserrat. At that time, 70% of the total population of Montserrat were Irish slaves.

Ireland quickly became the biggest source of human livestock for English merchants. The majority of the early slaves to the New World were actually white.

From 1641 to 1652, over 500,000 Irish were killed by the English and another 300,000 were sold as slaves. Ireland’s population fell from about 1,500,000 to 600,000 in one single decade.

Families were ripped apart as the British did not allow Irish dads to take their wives and children with them across the Atlantic. This led to a helpless population of homeless women and children. Britain’s solution was to auction them off as well.

During the 1650s, over 100,000 Irish children between the ages of 10 and 14 were taken from their parents and sold as slaves in the West Indies, Virginia and New England. In this decade, 52,000 Irish (mostly women and children) were sold to Barbados and Virginia.

Another 30,000 Irish men and women were also transported and sold to the highest bidder. In 1656, Cromwell ordered that 2000 Irish children be taken to Jamaica and sold as slaves to English settlers.

Many people today will avoid calling the Irish slaves what they truly were: Slaves. They’ll come up with terms like “Indentured Servants” to describe what occurred to the Irish. However, in most cases from the 17th and 18th centuries, Irish slaves were nothing more than human cattle.

As an example, the African slave trade was just beginning during this same period. It is well recorded that African slaves, not tainted with the stain of the hated Catholic theology and more expensive to purchase, were often treated far better than their Irish counterparts.

African slaves were very expensive during the late 1600s (£50 Sterling). Irish slaves came cheap (no more than £5 Sterling). If a planter whipped, branded or beat an Irish slave to death, it was never a crime. A death was a monetary setback, but far cheaper than killing a more expensive African.

The English masters quickly began breeding the Irish women for both their own personal pleasure and for greater profit. Children of slaves were themselves slaves, which increased the size of the master’s free workforce.

Even if an Irish woman somehow obtained her freedom, her kids would remain slaves of her master. Thus, Irish mothers, even with this new found emancipation, would seldom abandon their children and would remain in servitude.

In time, the English thought of a better way to use these women to increase their market share: The settlers began to breed Irish women and girls (many as young as 12) with African men to produce slaves with a distinct complexion. These new “mulatto” slaves brought a higher price than Irish livestock and, likewise, enabled the settlers to save money rather than purchase new African slaves.

This practice of interbreeding Irish females with African men went on for several decades and was so widespread that, in 1681, legislation was passed “forbidding the practice of mating Irish slave women to African slave men for the purpose of producing slaves for sale.” In short, it was stopped only because it interfered with the profits of a large slave transport company.

England continued to ship tens of thousands of Irish slaves for more than a century. Records state that, after the 1798 Irish Rebellion, thousands of Irish slaves were sold to both America and Australia. There were horrible abuses of both African and Irish captives. One British ship even dumped 1,302 slaves into the Atlantic Ocean so that the crew would have plenty of food to eat.

There is little question the Irish experienced the horrors of slavery as much (if not more, in the 17th Century) as the Africans did. There is also little question that those brown, tanned faces you witness in your travels to the West Indies are very likely a combination of African and Irish ancestry.
In 1839, Britain finally decided on it’s own to end its participation in Satan’s highway to hell and stopped transporting slaves. While their decision did not stop pirates from doing what they desired, the new law slowly concluded this chapter of Irish misery.

But, if anyone, black or white, believes that slavery was only an African experience, then they’ve got it completely wrong. Irish slavery is a subject worth remembering, not erasing from our memories.

But, why is it so seldom discussed? Do the memories of hundreds of thousands of Irish victims not merit more than a mention from an unknown writer?

Or is their story to be the one that their English masters intended: To completely disappear as if it never happened.

None of the Irish victims ever made it back to their homeland to describe their ordeal. These are the lost slaves; the ones that time and biased history books conveniently forgot.

Interesting historical note: the last person killed at the Salem Witch Trials was Ann Glover. She and her husband had been shipped to Barbados as a slave in the 1650’s. Her husband was killed there for refusing to renounce Catholicism.

In the 1680’s she was working as a housekeeper in Salem. After some of the children she was caring for got sick she was accused of being a witch.
At the trial they demanded she say the Lord’s Prayer. She did so, but in Gaelic, because she didn’t know English. She was then hung.”

To learn more you can go to the following sources:

Political Education Committee (PEC)
American Ireland Education Foundation
54 South Liberty Drive, Suite 401
Stony Point NY 10980

That is MY Horse

Published May 1, 2025 by tindertender

A few weeks ago I heard a masculine say to another, “That is my horse.”

It just came to mind again, so I googled what a horse might mean …

But first ~
The false telepaths who fancy themselves drivers of consciousness want folks to believe a person is no more than an animal, a commodity, a transport, from here to there, a work-horse which helps them complete task … this was part of the degrading verbiage the hidden interferers were pumping into the field of awareness during last Sunday’s mental attack as I was chopping wood in the forest.

What is a horse a metaphor for?
The metaphor of the rider and the horse. The rider is your rational thinking, your mind. And the horse is your emotions, your energy, your power, the animal part of your nature.

What did the horse represent?
In its earliest symbolic perception, the horse was disquieting and chtonian, but later became associated with the sun as a result of its domestication. It is most often a lunar animal linked to mother earth, water, sexuality, dreams, divination and the renewal of vegetation.

What is the spiritual meaning of a horse?
The Horse symbolizes travel, stamina, adventure and intuition, embodying the spirit of freedom and the relentless pursuit of new horizons. Wild Horses, with their unbridled energy and desire to roam, remind us of the deep-seated need for exploration in our own lives.

And just now, I’m thinking of the 4 horsemen …

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, as described in the Book of Revelation, are four biblical figures who appear upon the unsealing of the first four of the seven seals. They are widely interpreted as representing Conquest, War, Famine, and Death.

Here’s a more detailed breakdown:

Conquest (or Religious Deception): The first horseman rides a white horse, symbolizing the conquering power that often precedes the apocalypse. Some interpretations also view this as representing religious deception.

War: The second horseman rides a red horse and is often depicted with a sword, representing war and conflict.

Famine: The third horseman rides a black horse, signifying famine and starvation.

Death: The fourth horseman rides a pale horse, representing death and pestilence.

Symbolism: The four horsemen are not just literal beings; they are symbolic representations of the chaos and suffering that will accompany the end times.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Horsemen_of_the_Apocalypse

Some of you Suns and Stars are transport in this Spiritual Battle for Amazing and Skillful Holy Warriors from the Kingdom of the Most High … unseen … and you will not be falling, not this time. You Holy Steeds, whether you be a Stallion or a Mare, are Divine, and this is your Last Rodeo.

I heard the Divine state, “Lust will be your down-fall.”

When a warrior pays heed to the lustful energies they’ll be distracted, and someone may come along and steal their horse.

Be aware Family, whether you are the Rider or the Steed, be 100% present in all of your circumstances until the Most High Divine give the go-ahead, letting you know the war is over and it is time to relax and BE with one another. Don’t “jump the gun” or you may get shot.

Sky Woman

Published April 30, 2025 by tindertender

Come, nîtisânak, sit close and listen now. The fire is warm, and the stories are ready to be told. These are not just words—these are the echoes of our ancestors, and today I will give you one that was passed to me when my own heart was heavy.

Once, long ago—but also yesterday and maybe even tomorrow—there was a young woman from our nation. Her name was Kîsikâw Iskwêw, “Sky Woman,” for she was born under the dancing northern lights, and the people said she carried their spirit in her eyes.

Sky Woman had a heart that was always open—like the mouth of the Nelson River in spring, bursting with life. She gave, and gave, and gave. She offered her time, her thoughts, her laughter, and even her pain, to those who stood near her fire. But not all who came brought wood. Some came only to take her warmth, never to help the fire grow.

She spent many winters tending other people’s hearths, hoping they would one day help her build her own. But seasons passed, and she grew tired. Her laughter faded, her eyes lost their light, and still she asked herself: Why do I feel so empty when I give so much?

One night, her kokum came to her in a dream. Her kokum’s voice was gentle like the wind through spruce needles.

“Kîsikâw Iskwêw,” she said, “you are a flame, not a forest. You were not meant to burn yourself down so others can see.”

Sky Woman awoke crying. But this time, it was not sorrow. It was truth rising up from her spirit.

She began to walk differently after that. She stopped knocking on closed lodges. She stopped trying to heal those who only pointed at their wounds and never reached for medicine. She stopped pouring her spirit into empty cups.

And you know what happened, nîtisân? Her fire began to burn brighter. Slowly, people came—different ones this time. Not those who demanded, but those who shared. Not those who drained her spirit, but those who danced with it. They brought stories. They brought wood for her fire. And together, they made warmth that lasted through many winters.

This is what I want to tell you, my relative: not everyone is meant to sit by your fire. Some will come only to warm their hands, and leave you cold. Let them go. Let them walk their own path.

You are not the keeper of every broken spirit.

Protect your energy, like we protect our medicines. Not out of selfishness—but out of respect. Because your spirit, your laughter, your gifts—they are sacred.

And remember this, my grandchild: the Creator never asked you to shrink to be loved. He made you whole. Stay whole.

Now, stoke your fire, and open your arms to those who bring love, honesty, and joy. The ones who walk beside you, not behind you or ahead.

And one day, you’ll look around, and the circle around your fire will be full—but not crowded. Just right. Just enough.

That, nîtisânak, is how we remember who we are.

Do you feel that warmth? It’s your fire coming back to life.

John Gonzalez
Standing Bear Network

The Crowned Eagle

Published April 23, 2025 by tindertender

In the dense forests of sub-Saharan Africa, there lives a raptor so powerful, so fierce, it’s often called the “leopard of the sky.” Meet the Crowned Eagle — one of the strongest eagles on Earth, and the only bird known to consider humans, especially small children, as potential prey.

Weighing around 7–10 pounds with a wingspan of nearly 6 feet, this apex predator has legs as thick as a man’s wrist and talons strong enough to crush bones. Its natural diet includes monkeys, antelope, and even large lizards — prey often heavier than itself. But it’s not just their strength that makes them formidable — it’s their stealth, patience, and speed.

What’s most chilling is that Crowned Eagles have, on rare occasions, been linked to attacks on human children. Archaeological evidence from ancient African sites suggests that human ancestors — small hominins — may have once fallen victim to these powerful birds. A famous fossil of a 3-year-old Australopithecus child, known as the “Taung child,” showed skull injuries consistent with a large bird of prey, and many scientists believe a Crowned Eagle could have been responsible.

Modern-day encounters are rare but not unheard of. In remote areas, locals have long told stories of eagles swooping from the canopy with terrifying force. Though they don’t actively hunt humans today, the fact that they’ve shown the capacity to do so places them in a league of their own.

In a world where birds usually flee from people, the Crowned Eagle stands as a fierce reminder that sometimes, we’re not the top of the food chain — and nature always has its own rules.