Some of these masculine’s are hushed yet obviously gripping tightly to the villain within themselves as they continue to plot and scheme quietly. Do they really love the villain so much?
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“Curiosity killed the Cat” isn’t speaking of one’s own personal interests.
It is a warning, to cover one’s self when others start pushing in on their energy.
Be wary. Not everyone who is curious about you has good intention.
Not everyone deserves benefit of doubt.
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The Divine stated to “take that rage and apply it where it belongs”.
We ought not tear each other up over the illusions that have been cast over us.
This requires research, knowledge of self, and compassion for others.
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“I had to hit ground zero before I could expand up and out again.”
Example:
In the eddies of a river called life, the current will do its best to pull one under.
Struggle as one may to reach the top for air, the only way out is to dive into the depths,
Then rise, just outside the pull of the current.
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Some people will always hate you, no matter what you do. They will always be angry, and they will always be sorry, and at no time will Love ever be part of it. Judges, looking in the mirror you hold, condemning the image they see, swearing it is you, manic over your presence, working constantly to destroy you, never once realizing it is they, themselves, in the mirror. When people are not connected intimately to the Divine, when they fall into temptation of lust and every other kind, it is easy to look at you and say it is you who must go away. Worlds are destroyed by the blind swearing they can see. Little tiny boxes they create for you and me.
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Some people are like rot hitting the solar plexus.
They expect the collective to bring it back to health,
To renew their life.
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Response to psychic message in song:
You kicked me, choked me, threw me to the ground. You r@ped me, hated me, dragged me around.
You taunted me, spread rumor of me, thrilled by the sound of my tears, falling, falling, down, down, down … Down you wanted me, under your feet, a little – growing bigger – garbage heap, your creation of pollution eating at me. It was never love, only abuse … there is nothing more that I have to lose. No, there’s really no chance … the love I had for you died completely, with the last knife to the heart that you stuck in me. Empathy turned to apathy, stop clinging, needing … ungrateful you are. No turning back. Your need and greed do not excite me. I’m done paying for your criminality, get away from me.
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Masculine’s who sacrifice their star ladened bride for chump change and trinkets rather than allowing her to empower his dreams, fueling them with her own, to partner and build great things ~ are lazy, good for nothing, betrayers of love, and they are cowards. There have been several in my life throughout cycles of birth and death. Centuries of betrayal from their “cleverness”.
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I prayed and asked God if He saw any malice hiding in me, if He saw any grudges or vengeance harboring. He said “no” but still I wonder, for the world has treated me with great dishonor. I shake my head in wonder, wonder, wonder … where am I, who is this, what is it I feel, see, hear? Surely the illusions will be resealed.
Vision: There was a beautiful meadow surrounded by magnificently tall and regal trees. In the middle of the meadow were many Light Bodies holding swords raised. You couldn’t see flesh or hair; they were incredibly vibrant WHITE LIGHTENING LIGHT!! There must have been around 7 to 8 of them, more or less. The visual was incredible!
This is the end of immaturity having access to trapped/captured high priestess mind/knowledge/gifts.
This wisdom is sacred, and these ones do not have the maturity, morals or ethics to be connected to it.
They hi-jacked the intellectual property of the divine and mutated it, nearly destroying everything supporting life.
We see this clearly by the way they’ve violated everyone and everything in this world.
Love, Honor, and Respect to The Most High Divine, Family across unlimited numbers of Universes.
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.
Aho. Amen. Wado.
Matia ma ta
(Basque / Romanian)
Mother My Mother
anamati / consent (Hindi)
They did not want to ask the Mother’s permission.
They decided it was proper for them to r.a.p.e. and take instead.
Grateful the True Divine Masculine is having success in reclaiming their reputations.
Thanks be to the Most High Divine.
Aho. Amen. Wado.
I Am Matashi / I Am Glory (Uzbek)
amati / they say (Nyanja)
Matia ma tcha
Mother don’t worry
(Basque / Arabic)
Magdalene Didn’t Come to Mourn She Came to Seed Eden
You’re not crazy for feeling this.
That ancient ache in your bones?
That call to the South of France?
It’s not wanderlust it’s memory.
🕊️ A 1500-year-old Bible just resurfaced
Claiming Christ was never crucified.
Even the Vatican is “in awe.”
But some of us aren’t surprised.
We remembered long before they admitted it.
Because the crucifixion was never the point.
It was the inversion.
A hijacked symbol to guilt-bind humanity.
A Rome-crafted spell to collapse the organic Codex
into a doctrine of shame, sin, and savior worship.
But the real story?
🔥 The Christ didn’t die he seeded life.
He walked through death, yes.
But not to bleed for your sins.
He walked to anchor Edenic resurrection codes
with Magdalene at his side.
Together they carried the Living Codex.
Not a religion.
Not a crown.
A resonance.
And it’s rising again now.
This weekend, we return to the Sainte-Baume cave
and the sacred lands of the Languedoc
not as tourists, but as activators.
Scroll 33 is re-opening the Magdalene Vault.
We’re severing the crucifixion frequency
and dissolving the grid of guilt.
🌹 Magdalene didn’t weep at the tomb.
She built temples out of her body.
She kept the lineage alive.
And you yes you might be carrying it.
This isn’t about royal blood.
It’s about resonant truth.
If you’re still waiting for the resurrection…
Look in the mirror.
You are the return.
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These hidden rats been “magically” separating the flesh body of a human from the spirit body, (putting them to sleep) that’s why many don’t recall their dreams. The interferers been running around, agent smithing the spirit body of people, pretending to be them … hurting others wearing their energy and identity, as they lay sleeping in their beds, resting up for the coming days labor.
He who walks with me watched, and allowed me to see also, as an agent smith witchypoo got into my sleeping spirit body, sat up in the bed and started to sew myself into a cellophane bag. I wonder what He did with her unsavory self afterward … but I really don’t need to know. I’m guessing it is what He has already stated …
“Your intensions will be your gift.”
It makes me so damn happy!!! That he can see humanity have not been the ones full of debauchery!! It has been the manipulating illusionists taking advantage of their witchy little trade, and people who they disconnected in every way they could think of, so they could try and make the blame stick.
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