Isn’t it strange, that after all they have done to we, that it be WE who suffer eternally because they used psychedelics on us, harvested the energy, consciousness, gifts and power to go to war with their enemies, those very same enemies would do the same to WE?!?!
How is it the imposter males could reduce the Celestial Suns (sons) to mere sex magicians in flesh suits intent on sacrificing their mother’s, their wives? Intent on sacrificing their partner’s Celestial Womb of Creation?
He insists she needs “medicine” and is therefore unqualified. It’s a lie. The truth is, HE needs her energy, he’s an addict who cannot survive unless he’s allowed to continue “feeding” on her.
He thinks if he says it enough times, it makes it true.
He, and those believing him, are lunatics, whose foundational belief system is based on a lie … these men’s “master” is a word magician, a hypnotist, a charlatan, and those doing his bidding don’t have command of their own minds.
These unseen men are upset that she” is sympathetic toward those the Israelis have been sacrificing. They feel they must replace her with a succubus so they can continue with their harvest. The Universe and the Upper Celestials disagree.
11:55pm July 11, 2026 … the unseen masculines speak of getting a woman in the hospital. They speak of mobility issues and a need for pain medicine, and how they have rights. Loco’s.
They stripped the inner Sun out of the people, they took their SOL, the energy center of their SOLar Plexus, and bound it to a “son” with a name and told them to pray to that one, that it was their god.
The Celestial Father is FED UP with this “harvest”, saying the Sun will never show for them again, that this is the end of their relationship with batteries..
At the Omega, mustard seeds weren’t quite getting it done. The Mother had to plant “hope” like weeds, fields of weeds, producing seeds so small they could be carried on the wind for miles and replant themselves abundantly with no assistance. Survival, and hope for it, became cumbersome in the battle for Life, when “breathing” and maintaining “temperance for the inner Sol” took everything she had.
Self replicating hope, the first fruits for our pollinators, edible flowers, medicine.
Men call them weeds, yet despite how much poison they spray upon them, they refuse to die.
Thank you Mother, for giving us these sweet fields, reminding us of your love, and effort to brighten our day, down here at ground level, to remind us that even those “flowers” mean men call weeds are SO … MUCH … MORE.