“The Hidden Ones are REAL and the Ones you see are Duplicates.”
Everything has double meaning. How many of you realize the HIDDEN ones are YOU. You can’t SEE YOURSELVES unless you look in a mirror.
The ones you see ON-LINE or around you in life are the Duplicates because your Timelines and the people you keep around you are usually a reflection of what you believe your self to be.
👉 You become the “Sum” of the 5 closest people to you. IT’S MATCHING ENERGIES.
Make sure those around you are QUALITY PEOPLE. 👇💜
I said this today and I will say it again …
“REPUTATION MEANS LITTLE NEXT TO A COMPASSIONATE HEART 💜”
“That which is HIDDEN will then be SEEN.”
The REAL GOD REFLECTION IN YOU will be SEEN when you look at yourself truthfully and KNOW you’re a God/Goddess in the flesh & need to remember that so the right version of yourself can walk with Good Intentions.
Remember kindness, compassion, mercy, strength and LOVE is the way …show that to others. BUT protect your energy, use discernment and most importantly LOVE YOUR SELF first to heal you so you can heal others.
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How we treat others is a direct reflection of what we feel about ourselves internally. The IN becomes the OUT.
If you want to know what’s really happening, this is a good place to start. Research. Dig, dig, dig. Be led by your heart-song, it will bring you home.
According to this, gold is harvested, crushed to dust, and expelled into the atmosphere of nebiru to heal and seal a hole, sort of like they talk about with the earth and global warming. The gold powder seals the hole in the atmosphere.
Could this have something to do with governments obsession with gold?
Nibiru is here, apparently, for a harvest. And Alalu was pissed off about it. He wanted to be king of nibiru.
See, Alalu got his panties in a wad and hopped aboard a chariot looking for gold. When he found it, he decided he would be the new king of all gods.
Who controls the gold, controls Nibiru. The planet of the Gods.
Prince Ea, Jesus, Enki, is the Fishgod, his name means “He Whose Home Is Water”.
There is a reason for the attack on the waters. There is a reason for the attack on your genetics. There is a reason they brutalize the children of a particular bloodline. They deaden the mind, steal the memories, and offload suffering in untold amounts.
This is War.
And most of us have had our memories wiped, and our energies siphoned. What remains is toxified thru food, injection, and horrific mental manipulation. We have no idea who we are.
There is so much to say …
This story is the truth. Through 20 years of spiritual warfare, many, many players and story-lines, I can say this is truth. Intuitively, it screams it. I’ve had visions and memories over the last 57 years that tie into this. Many of us have been carrying the toxicity of masculines who cannot seem to carry the energy of harmony. Perhaps it’s a genetic fault that needs revisiting. “Bloodlines” … they know who you are. There’s a reason they’ve toxified your pineal gland and body.
Enlil and his buddies are trying to overthrow Anu, king of Nibiru. Let the “games” begin.
I woke several times in the night Saturday to record dreamy messages. I listened to it yesterday after church and want to share a portion of it.
Apparently “they’ve” been siphoning energy from the golden eggs. I took this to mean the sacred energies of the feminine portals and the life they birth/create.
I also recorded that all vitality stolen, and all that had been manifested using that energy, will be purified and returned to their source.
(I have omitted a visual showing me the binding of perpetrators and their symbols because I don’t want to interfere in the success of the strategy).
Oh my God ……
Heavenly Fathers family, they birth their children into the golden eggs. Then the child in that egg is birthed through the human female into this realm The Jack wagons were siphoning the energies from the children of God while they rested in their golden eggs … literally, the children of Gods family.
When they are birthed, they have no memory, they are weak, fragile, and disconnected from their true “parents”.
“Faith is not the clinging to a shrine but an endless pilgrimage of the heart. Our goal should be to live life in radical amazement, [to] get up in the morning and look at the world in a way that takes nothing for granted.
Everything is phenomenal; everything is incredible; never treat life casually. To be spiritual is to be amazed.
Prayer begins at the edge of emptiness. Wonder rather than doubt is the root of all knowledge. Just to be is a blessing. Just to live is holy. We can never sneer at the stars, mock the dawn, or scoff at the totality of being.
Self-respect is the root of discipline: The sense of dignity grows with the ability to say no to oneself. The primary purpose of prayer is not to make requests. The primary purpose is to praise, to sing, to chant. Because the essence of prayer is a song, and man cannot live without a song.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. Know that every deed counts, that every word is power… Above all, remember that you must build your life as if it were a work of art.”
~Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel (January 11, 1907 – December 23, 1972)
The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.
I am still every age that I have been.
Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be . . .
This does not mean that I ought to be trapped or enclosed in any of these ages . . . the delayed adolescent, the childish adult, but that they are in me to be drawn on; to forget is a form of suicide . . .
Far too many people misunderstand what putting away childish things means, and think that forgetting what it is like to think and feel and touch and smell and taste and see and hear like a three-year-old or a thirteen-year-old or a twenty-three-year-old means being grownup. When I’m with these people I, like the kids, feel that if this is what it means to be a grown-up, then I don’t ever want to be one. Instead of which, if I can retain a child’s awareness and joy, and be fifty-one, then I will really learn what it means to be grownup.
It’s sad to me when I give reign to my inner child, and I watch the faces of those who are in the path of her purity, her love.
It’s my responsibility to be in environments which are safe to give and receive pure, innocent love. Unmolested by lower vibrational energies.
If my inner child is afraid to show her face because of judgement, I won’t bring her around. I won’t BE around others who are unsafe for my inner, fully loving and accepting, inner child.
Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere Angel Come get up, my baby Look at that sky, life’s begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come get up, my baby
There’s my baby, lost that’s all Once I’m begging you save her little soul Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up, my baby
Last night they loved you Opening doors and pulling some strings Angel Come get up, my baby In walked luck and you looked in time Never look back, walk tall, act fine Come get up, my baby
I’ll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years Nothing’s gonna touch you in these golden years Gold Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up, my baby
Some of these days, and it won’t be long Gonna drive back down where you once belonged In the back of a dream car twenty foot long Don’t cry, my sweet, don’t break my heart Doing all right, but you gotta get smart Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe, oh Lord I believe all the way Come get up, my baby Run for the shadows, run for the shadows Run for the shadows in these golden years
There’s my baby, lost that’s all Once I’m begging you save her little soul Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up, my baby
Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere Angel Come get up, my baby Run for the shadows, run for the shadows Run for the shadows in these golden years
I’ll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years Nothing’s gonna touch you in these golden years Gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Blood mysteries teach that menstrual blood and birthing blood are holy blood, power blood, healing blood. The blood mysteries teach us to remember that life and healing come from and return to woman, to the wise woman, to the woman who bleeds and does not die.
Blood mysteries reveal that menstrual (moontime) blood and birth blood are so holy, so full of potential, so full of the void, that they are to be used only to heal, to heal by nourishing. Holy woman-blood is nourishing blood, blood of love, blood of abundance, blood that heals the earth.
Blood mysteries recall the immense power of the bleeding woman. Power enough to share in great nourishing give-away from mother to matrix, give-away of nourisher to nourisher. When we bleed into the ground (in reality or fantasy) our power regrounds as our blood flows through the personal root chakra and into the earth.
Bleeding into the ground, bleeding freely, we know ourselves as women, as nourishers of life, as givers of nourishment to the plants, givers of holy nourishment: our moontime blood.
I am woman giving away nourishment to ensure this planet’s life. With my moontime power, my blood, with my birthing power, my blood, I feed the earth who feeds us all. Every month I remember: I am woman. I am earth. I am life. I am nourishment. I am change.
I am woman, confronted with my changes: hormonal harmonics stirring moon time visions . . . I am woman. I know life, death, pain, and health in my marrow, in my womb. I know the narrow space between life and death, the bloody place of birth, the bloody mess of nourishing life, the bloody flow of letting life go. I am woman. My blood is power. Peaceful power. Peaceful blood.
My blood is holy nourishment. My blood nourishes the growing fetus. My blood becomes milk to nourish the young child. My blood flows into the ground as holy nourishment for the Great Mother, Gaia, Mother Earth.
One of the most unusual seals from the ancient world!
Dating to the Neo-Babylonian era, approximately 700 B.C., this cylinder seal contains an anthropomorphic carving of a bearded merman and a mermaid on the right.
🧜 In the stamp we can see the upper part of a human body, while the lower part is a fish with its fine details, where the tail, fins and scales are carved with great precision.
Both the merman and the mermaid raise their right hands and extend …
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