Their “god” is Zilla, a black hole of endless shadow. They’ve been feeding it “Light” of life for century’s, the “life” of the missing.

This light has fueled their illusion of power for century’s, confessed right out of their own minds.

Women are sacrificed to this shadow realm as breeders. Children are too, as flesh to eat, and as suffering light energy to power their magic.

This potent energy of torment and suffering is utilized to cast “nets” over the collective field of consciousness. They cover the collective in this energy, having applied a magical cast to it, to keep the subconscious trapped in a fight or flight mode, a survival mode.

Sexual interactions allow them to “offload” karmic debt through “tagging” you as recipient. It’s an energy dump. This trick keeps the recipient trapped in the root chakra, enforcing the need for survival, especially once they shatter the heart, the soul, with betrayal. So now they’ve tagged you with their karma, and pushed you into south node suffering with betrayal.

They cover the populace with “chemical fog”. No one knows what kind of chemicals, but respiratory infections arise from them.

They line all the canned goods with estrogen, toying with the testosterone in men, causing slow or still sperm, and strange urges toward the same sex. They spin stories of past lives as women, and it’s “natural”.

They sacrifice anyone rising in energy, in light, to their shadow god, using heart attack magic, stroke magic, car accident magic, domestic abuse magic, on and on and on magic.

They hate you for the light you embody. They hate you because your light is necessary to make things work. They hate that you have it, and they don’t. They keep the sleepers sleeping in a drug and chemical induced state. They siphon the life force vitality thru suffering, an invisible affair.

They use others energetic signature to perform blood rituals, framing the essence with foul deed, hoping the Most High God will see them as filthy. They get into the heads of the collective and “drive” them into trauma leading to dramatic ends, and they condemn them for falling into their trap, sending them into this shadow.

These ones are “chosen” by the god zilla. They have been masquerading to be for, while against, the Most High with illusionary magic.

You, dear collective, have walked the walk of suffering, survived, and collected first hand testimony of truth. It may have been unknown, this data collection, yet you are amazingly detailed in your learnings. The knowledge you embody … good, bad, and ugly … is authentic and true, reliable.

Your willingness to be of service in some of the most traumatic ways, to bear witness to these brutality’s, has been the blessing needed for catalyst, to flip this script. Your experiences and suffering have value beyond measure.

This time, you don’t “go into the dark” to be trapped, drained, abused. This time you have wings, and you are soaring.

What is about to occur will be unsettling for many who don’t know what you know. They will be soul shocked by the brutality, the return to senders, for they are unaware of the crimes which brought on this need.

It takes a bit of insanity to counter a deep, black abyss of a soul eating shadow.

I support you in your mighty roaring.

Many of us see, most feel, and it is my hope that as in we, discernment has been seeded into others. Even though their minds may not know the truth, may their soul recognize it and be at ease while a clearing takes place.

Everything happens in the Spiritual Realms first. What you will be “seeing” has already occurred. Criminals selling the life force vitality of our family, the soul of our fabric, our existence, must be stopped.

There is a need for discovering the value of transparency, of trustworthiness, and of friendship. The lesson must be learned.

The God and Goddess of Time are sending them back.

Trust in the Most High during the coming chaos and know that through it all, “He’s got this”.

And so do you.

Song lyrics rolled through mind upon completion of this post …

Leaving’ it all up to you, oooo, ooooo. You decide, what you gonna do. Now do you want my Lu-oooove, or are we through?