Gods Holy Woman, the female disciple nasty jack and his pedophile r*pist traffickers framed for a crime, deceitfully convicted, stripped of authority and banished, has returned.
God says nasty jacks and their helpers wonโt ever take anything from her again. The galactic traitors think they own the Sun, and the Sol of everyone.
Is he referring to Christianโs as the woke โreichโ? Heโs saying he has to get control of them in the USA? What do you suppose he means by that?
Pay close attention to this video. Also, @elonmusk, donโt let them take away our right to express our truth. Christ is king. pic.twitter.com/22ijZNj3yJ
Revelation 12, a “woman clothed with the sun” is described, and this figure is sometimes associated with the concept of a “queen of heaven”.
In my mind, I see her as a Shining Anomaly, imbued with the essence of the Sun.
There was a Buffalo Ceremony a couple years ago. They had a naming ceremony within the main ceremony for a newly born child. It was hot! Her mother was dancing in a high paced dance around the “tree” in the center of the grounds. She was beautiful, her energy powerful! Her children, two others around 3 and 5 years old were thirsty. In the longhouse I found a big ol’ jug of ‘never opened water’ that I brought to them, filling their cups. It was amazing! It was a Holy moment. As they danced around the tree, chanting and singing, connecting to Spirit, to Creator, they circled and circled and then the dance came to a stop. The leader of the ceremony stood off and announced the child’s name โฆ “Shining White Sun Woman”.
The presence of Spirit and the Energy that day will never be duplicated. Perhaps it is this child who will bring a new prophecy to the people in the coming chapter.
Great is the Golden Cat who treadsโ The Blue Roof Garden oโer our heads,โ The never tired smiling Oneโ That Human People call the Sun.โ
He stretches forth his paw at dawn And though the blinds are closely drawn His claws peek through like Rays of Light, To catch the fluttering Bird of Night.
He smiles into the hayloft dim And the brown Hay smiles back at him, And when he strokes the Earthโs green fur He makes the Fields and Meadows purr.
His face is one big Golden smile, It measures round, at least a mile ~ How dull our World would be, and flat, Without the Golden Pussy Cat!