Jesuits are being told magic on her picture isn’t fast enough. They want to do forbidden sex magic.
These sorcerers say this woman isn’t important. They’re questioning her lineage. Someone wants them to do sorcery on her, sex magic, or an actual 3D harm or tragedy…
The sex magic, or actual sex, is forbidden, but someone is trying to convince them to do it anyway.
They want to obtain this woman, her energy, her status. They need to”relationship” in order to claim her gifts and sacrifice her to their shadow god.
Hierophant knows who’s lying. Who’s been doing magic on Divine Feminine. Ghosts creating illusions.
Wiseguy priest getting Divine fem pregnant then hiring a “friend” to make them a widower. Foul m f er. In a tower. Out of luck. Getting divorced right out of Gods Family.
Earth Angel giving union time. Third parties stalking, trying to delay your purpose. No services offered. No dating the shadow dweller. Investigating before interacting too much.
You’re ascending, temperance, and these low-life’s have broke out the big wigs, sorcerers doing sex magic trying to defile divine feminine energy.
There is death here for pleasure seekers. An abundance of discipline is knocking them down. Their own curses are stopping them and trapping them. It’s their own seed they have to eat.
Every moment of every day I hear these vile “men” portraying as leaders speak of defiling purity.
How dare they!!! Made in the image of God … using that voice, that phallus, those hands, to harm and torture the Mothers and their children … as weapons of war upon the loving and pure!! You’re despicable, and a farce, worse than ANY animal in the realm.
She graduated out the Mysogonists slave camp. She is a navigator. She can assist others in freedom.
There is a president who had a slave hidden away. He blundered everything with this stupid, carelessness. She made it out the trap and is leading other out the trap.
They are using their slaves to try and draw her back in. None of them can be trusted, even should she help them. They work for these gang r-ping pimps.
These narcs are talking about Gods elected officials, and how they want to gain “relationship” in order to flip, sacrifice, and copycat. They want control of this land and are threatening God, that if he doesn’t give back this woman who made their life worth living, who empowered their own vile magic, they’re gonna hurt everyone he chose.
Judas’s will be everywhere, Divine Fem, Divine Masc. Be aware. Scum of the earth is nothing without you and their “sex” isn’t worth your life or status. They are not worthy of engaging your energy, or status.
North Carolina is reaping what they have sewn. There is no end in sight. They had become accustomed to the world being their oyster. That ends now.
I love you, but are you not kneeling at the shore of the most beautiful lake you’ve ever seen? The water is still, so still it mirrors the sky above, reflecting sunlight so pure it could blind angels. Yet you do not look up. Your hands clutch your head in despair, your eyes fixed on the ground as if afraid to raise them.
Around you, screens scream. Tvs flicker with horrific headlines:
“FEAR.”
“HATE”
“DIVISION.”
Behind the screens. The lake is calm. The sun warms your skin. Birds sing melodies older than time itself.
Trees breathe life into the air around you.
So Why are you trembling?
In this society, truth is buried beneath an avalanche of information. Whoever controls the narrative controls the population. And the narrative is simple:
Be afraid. Hate each other.
They tell you the world is ending. That chaos reigns. That war looms over every horizon. That death waits just beyond tomorrow.
And you listen. Because fear feels safer than hope.
Division feels easier than unity. Hatred feels stronger than love.
Have you ever stopped to question what lies beyond the screens? Have you ever dared to turn away from the noise and simply… look?
I’m telling you now: wake up.
Stop letting fear dictate your steps. Stop hating strangers whose names you’ll never know.
Look past the screens. Look past the headlines. Look past the fear. See the lake. Feel the warmth of the sun on your face. Hear the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Smell the earth beneath your feet. Taste the sweetness of life itself.
Will you stay on your knees, cowering under the weight of manufactured despair? Or will you stand up, leave the screens behind, and dive into the calm waters of truth?
It’s your choice. Always has been. Always will be.
Because here’s the ultimate irony:
The storm doesn’t exist unless you believe it does.
So rise. Turn your back on the screaming screens. Let the water remind you of who you really are-not a pawn in someone else’s game, but a creator of your own reality.
Dive in. Swim deep. Breathe freely. Laugh wildly. Love fiercely.
And remember this:
While the TVs showed storms and waves, the lake was calm, the sun was up.
The Gombe Chimpanzee War, A conflict that didn’t involve any humans.
Many of us think that Chimpanzees are peaceful creatures, that always looked cheerful and playful, without the slightest tendency towards violence, and that Humans alone involve ourselves in conflict.
However, in the early 1970’s, with the death of an alpha male leader of a pack of Chimps in the Gombe region of Tanzania lead to the group being splintered into two, the Kasakela and the Kahama.
Over a period of 4 years, the Kasakela Chimps would kill all of the Kahama Chimps, using sharp stones to kill each other.
Jane Goodall, who would later become a leading expert on Chimpanzees, observed the conflict.
Jane Goodall, being disturbed by the violence of the primal lifestyle of the Chimps, wrote in her memoir Through a Window: My Thirty Years with the Chimpanzees of Gombe,
For several years I struggled to come to terms with this new knowledge. Often when I woke in the night, horrific pictures sprang unbidden to my mind—Satan [one of the apes], cupping his hand below Sniff’s chin to drink the blood that welled from a great wound on his face; old Rodolf, usually so benign, standing upright to hurl a four-pound rock at Godi’s prostrate body; Jomeo tearing a strip of skin from Dé’s thigh; Figan, charging and hitting, again and again, the stricken, quivering body of Goliath, one of his childhood heroes.
With our closest living relatives on the Evolutionary Tree having the same techniques of violence as us, It turns out us humans have more in common with our animalistic past than some might like to admit.
3rd party religious witches must move. You did not surrender. They can’t cause anymore disasters.
Those loyal to feeding shining ones to a shadow demon disconnected. Death is all around, not even a few months left! Trying to come in for a date. Desperate to get back into your head! Disconnected from your self-love, from the peace you create.
They’re messed in the mental body with the return of all their Witchery! Want to compromise, offload this head mess.
Use caution. Cult leader not happy. Could not complete cycle. In a tower. No one listening to them anymore.
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