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Fluoride and the Pineal Gland

Published April 22, 2019 by tindertender

Humans have had their receivers/projectors blocked deliberately to prevent you from tuning into any other channels through a myriad of programs that were deployed world-wide and long ago in your water, foods and air.

This of course led to the calcification of your pineal gland that is the eye that registers and translates what it is you will then broadcast out before your visible spectrum through your projection lenses you call your eyes.


The pineal gland is a receiver antenna that processes incoming sonic scalar signals generated by the thought waves produced by the lifeforce around you.

Its job is to translate those billions of digital bits of information into a complex Fire Letter that is the visible reproduction of that reality.

It then sends that signal through the optic chiasm and out through the pupil of the eye in the form of liquid light that produces a sensory holographic image which now integrates your reality with that of the collective around you.


Unless your pineal gland has an unobstructed broadcast lens, the only thing that you will perceive before you will be the artificial signal being broadcast by another fractal of god, thus calcium produced by fluoride nuclear waste has sealed off your access to properly project your own intent that is supposed to merge with the field.

~ Decoder @EmeraldLawofOne

Are You Too, Having Intense ‘Life’ Flashbacks?

Published January 26, 2019 by tindertender

Memories …

Recently I’ve been having intense memory flash backs of past actions, attitudes, experiences and how they have, or may have, affected other people. Typically these “flashbacks” or “life review” are said to occur after death.

This morning I spoke on the phone with a long-time friend who is experiencing the same thought patterns.

I’m tempted to say this must be a precursor to what is coming. I am curious as to how many of you are also having intense ‘life review’ memories. If so, what are you inclined to credit the reason as.

Past Life Regression

Published October 28, 2018 by tindertender

I had my first past life regression yesterday.

The year was 1547. I found the castle. And the story of the girl and the kitchen.

This is real, life is not limited to this one.

And there is a place between earth and heaven, a laboratory, a false light, which traps and recycles us back to earth.

(Currently pondering the idea that this may be the actual purpose of the moon).

Inner Workings

Published July 26, 2018 by tindertender
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Photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin

Humanity is given information while they sleep. Often it is in regard something in their lives which is having impact on them. This is the time when they most vividly experience connection with Spirit.

This is our most open and able time to receive … depending on what we’ve opened to, is what information is downloaded. (Television, radio, live events … what are you occupying your time with?)

There are some in the world who are without body. They cannot hear or see these inner communications people have … unless they gain access to the body and mind. While sleeping, this connection with our inner guidance system is viewed by them, and they gain information which otherwise, they would not have.

While we wake in the morning and these ‘dreams’ quickly fade, those who have watched our dreaming remain in full knowing of it.

The cycle of the world, as it spins out of control, as people begin to be more and more cruel and uncaring toward each other, is coming to an end.  The whole thing is going to blow up, for this inner information is no longer hidden.

I am sitting here and my eyes are heavy for I’ve just woken to put this down before it fades. Already, I cannot remember the places I’ve been, or the things I’ve seen. Knowledge given fades so quickly from the conscious mind!

Perhaps this is the real reason behind so many people being prescribed certain ‘medicines’, for in taking them this connection with the Divine is dulled, access diminished, so those ‘others’ watching cannot see what is really going on. Perhaps those running the ‘system’ know their time is limited and therefore are attempting to delay the inevitable by shutting down our minds.

Whatever the reason, and whatever the effort put into this delay, what will be will be. And it will be very soon. Hold onto your hats.

Sense And Memory

Published March 1, 2018 by tindertender

Dog licking glassLooking out the dog slobber stained sliding door, I do not see them. I suppose they must be out there digging in the earth, searching for rats. The rain has begun to fall moistening the soil, muddy paws will return soon begging to be let in. Ah, there’s one now. As I open the door the scent of damp earth fills my nostrils, pleasant, reminding me of home, so long ago.

memories.jpgI spoke with an old friend tonight, it has been nearly thirty four years since we have seen each other, a lifetime ago. This journey has had many bumps along the way and I am determined to run with what remains, forward, ever forward. Perhaps even upward, as another friend describes it.

How can I pack a mound of creativity into what remains of this life? I want to paint, to write, to sing, to dance, to garden, to create medicines, to live clean and good with compassionate heart, and with care for all sentient beings. Is this what I said before arrival?  Is this the determination I wished? If so, it seems I wandered far from this path but here I find myself once again.

spiritual-loveMy hope before the end is that I discover what it means to truly love … not some pepped up notion associated with lust, but a deep and all encompassing love which is so much bigger than I could ever imagine. I hope it fills me before I exit this place to bursting before I leave, and I hope I carry it out of here with me to share with those who wait.

The water flows and drops into the pool below. Not as I imagined it would be. The sound is not quite soothing, but it gets the job done, or so I like to think, converting ions into something more useful for a pleasant atmosphere.

dreamsI do not bother to light candles this night, bed time will be soon. Dreams a-plenty I’m sure await, changing amid wakeful moments. I’ve left the TV off again for a few days, and it will remain off for many more. I am amazed at the way programs affect my dream life. No, they don’t belong there. My days experience will be the only influence in my nights for a time, healing happens here. Television interrupts the flow that ought to be, it is apparent after only a short while watching.

Gathering my fur kids I’ll leave this room. They run about snorting, sniffing frantically, listening to every sound. They too need to calm down, and so we go.

Loves Held Dear

Published February 1, 2018 by tindertender

Wrinkles and creases mar smooth surface, yet still it stands upright, capable of task. Leaning slightly to the left, open at the top, all kinds of dust settles there. The innards of this  crumpled mess hold something so dear, sacred substance for healing, for cleansing the spirit, the whole.

chimeChimes stand still, wind will not move them. Made with love and careful measurement, every bead and every shell strategically placed, a beautiful sight to see. Memories of idle time put to good use … Creativity flowing in silence.

Love framed in dark lines,
Held in place with glue.
Cavern containing fresh waters wait,
Wanting to be discovered.

Rain comes through the shaking of a stick,
Over and over it pours out sound.
Flowers in bubbles,
Collectors piece, yearning for contact with eyes.

A pond and reeds, still and quiet,
A hint of color shows life.

Dawn Rising

Published December 19, 2017 by tindertender

20150607_052347_resizedAn idea is sparked at the break of day in the heart of those awakening. Dew has settled upon the tender grasses under foot, moistening shoes as a morning stroll is taken.

“I think that’s it!” A thought, a sight seen, no meaning in particular is attached to it as shadows swim in and out, created by a rising sun. The earth smells fresh as sparkling light reflects off small droplets.

Lightning is triggered in pathways of the mind, excitement for a new beginning, fresh, clean and untouched.

Back in the moment … little gray lines with white. A pattern emerges, solidifying. Elbows rest on this platform, a chill enters the room. Light here is false. It seems to drain the body of color, sapping the force which keeps it warm.

Barely perceptible, there is movement under flesh, not unusual, only forgotten for a time. There is an invisible river flowing there, often portrayed by blood in veins. Unseen, only felt, sensed by the one who is housed here.

A little piece of wood with a hollow and a blade. It fits in the palm of my hand. Its use is yet to be determined. I put it in my pocket.

A wand, full of small flowers from a lavender bush, wrapped in ribbon, takes me back to the day it was created, in sunshine, bees buzzing … their little bits of happiness filling the air. I do not want to leave.

Grateful for memory I visit the library of my mind. Once again going to the isle where joy is kept, filed very orderly by year. Some day the halls that hold darkness will burn and make room for proliferation of sweet bliss.

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