God has released the Divine, who were deceitfully convicted, from death. The true Earth Angels call judgement. The Most High confirms.
All evil deeds and the responsibility for them, goes back onto the one doing the deed. No more transference of sin.
It amazes me still. For 22 years I had what seemed to be 1,000’s of people having a Ball in my mind, in my energy. A regular dance party, a feast! Disruption in the highest!! The Divine sent me in with a mission, and a mission statement … “Learn as much as you can about as much as you can”. My whole life I thought I was failing, life circumstances always falling apart, crumbling.
I recently thought about Royalty, true Royalty, here with us, now. Fully Present.
When things are going wrong and your family divine is being harmed, true high value one’s dive in, and get to work. That means “falling from grace”. That means becoming a “prisoner” like those you mean to assist. That means withstanding the horrors, the blame, wearing the pain, the shame and rebelling against those who insist you are a sinner for even existing.
All of the firsthand testimony of what had occurred to them, the testimony of everything they witnessed being done to others, the secrets they uncover of the abusers, just by surviving, the endurance and strength gained by standing in the fires of destruction … persevering. Secrets, uncovering …
When God decided enough was enough, when you, as transmitters/receivers of the divine had collected sufficient information necessary to secure a victory, Mother Father moved with the Family … and Boy, how did they!!
I am grateful for this life.
I am grateful for you, collective!
Thank you for your service to Life, to Family, to the Most High Divine.
Because of you, the Human Race will continue to exist.
Back to square one.
The “Originals” have awoken.
The “Myths” have come alive.
These ones attempt to CRISPR everyone, failed …
You were too stubborn, the connections to Source, the inner still voice, too strong.
When God said the dead would rise … they have.
But these “dead” were never dead, such as we’ve been told the dead would be …
They, too, were collecting data from across many dimensions and realms, many vibratory frequencies.
Family.
Thank you Most High Mother Father God Goddess, Creators of the All That Is, for my life!!
Thank you for seeing the “real” me, for hearing me, authentically, for seeing me transparently.
I will never try to hide my hand or attempt to get sneaky tricky with you.
The good, the bad, the ugly, AND the beautiful of my present moment will always be fully exposed for your examination!!
I know I’m not perfect, there’s no such thing, and I am grateful that there are always new things to learn, fresh knowing and skill that can add value to my Soul.
Thank you for being patient as I try, try, try again.
Thank you for not making me carry the burden of my copycats evil deeds. Thank you for putting the responsibility where it goes, the blame and shame where it needs to be.
Thank you for mercy.
Thank you for your dedication to research, verification of details found, and the surety you bring to every decision you make!
I am eternally grateful !!!!!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
Thank you to all my incredibly scary and efficiently skillful willful friends too!!
I am so grateful you all aren’t the myth our enemies tried to paint you as.
I love you so much!
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 … “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.
I just saw a post that really hit home. Someone cracked open a chicken egg and found a HUGE worm parasite inside. The comments were a fascinating mix of people from around the world—some outside the U.S. were like, “Just head to the pharmacy and grab antiparasitics.” No shame, no fear, just common practice. Meanwhile, here in America, people were scrambling in the comments, suggesting pyrantel pamoate like it’s some miracle fix.
But here’s the reality: Pyrantel pamoate does work—but it’s extremely limited. It’s a depolarizing neuromuscular blocking agent that paralyzes intestinal parasites like hookworms, pinworms, and roundworms, and then your body flushes them out. But it only works in the intestinal tract. That’s it. If parasites have migrated to your tissues, brain, liver, lungs, muscles, or anywhere else (which is extremely common, especially with strongyloides, toxocara, tapeworm cysts, trichinella, etc.)—it does absolutely nothing.
So what do you do? You go to a doctor. You finally build up the nerve to say, “I think I have a parasite.” And that’s when the circus begins:
“We don’t really have parasites in America.”
“Your symptoms must be anxiety.”
“Unless you traveled to a third-world country, it’s unlikely.”
“Even if you have them, they usually coexist with us.”
“That’s not a thing here.”
Gaslight. Dismiss. Repeat. And if you’re lucky enough to get them to agree to testing? They’ll run a stool test. One. Single. Stool. Test.
Now let me explain why that’s nearly useless.
Parasites have life cycles that include dormant stages, migratory phases, and intermittent egg shedding. The ova and parasite (O&P) test, which is what doctors usually run, only detects eggs or dead parasites in your stool. But here’s the problem:
Adult worms often live in tissue and don’t come out in your poop.
Eggs are only shed during short windows in the cycle—often once every 2–4 weeks.
Your immune system and digestive enzymes break down parasites, so by the time they pass through the gut, there’s often nothing left to detect.
Parasites like tapeworms or flukes can go years shedding no eggs at all.
Now flip to the bottom of the test results paper, where it says in tiny print—something like:
“Due to intermittent shedding, repeated testing is recommended 1–2 times per week over several weeks.”
But guess what doctors don’t do? They don’t order repeat testing. They don’t explain the test limitations. They look at that single negative result and tell you it’s all in your head.
Meanwhile, your symptoms—bloating, itching, rashes, food intolerances, weight changes, fatigue, behavioral changes, autoimmune reactions, even seizures—keep piling up. Because yes, parasites can affect the nervous system, the endocrine system, the gut-brain axis, and your immune response. There’s research showing links between toxocariasis and epilepsy, between intestinal parasites and histamine disorders, even helminths and altered neurotransmitters like serotonin and dopamine.
Parasites aren’t some third-world fairy tale. They’re here. They’re real. They’re stealthy. And thanks to our sanitized, pharma-dominated system that refuses to acknowledge chronic parasitic infections unless you’re literally vomiting up worms… we stay sick. And confused. And dismissed.
And if you dare to take matters into your own hands, start researching protocols, or order herbs or meds from overseas, then you’re labeled a “conspiracy theorist.”
We don’t have a parasite problem. We have a diagnostic and medical system problem.
ETA anti parasitic options-
🌿 HERBAL ANTIPARASITICS:
Gentle options for kids and sensitive individuals marked with a ()*
Clove* – kills parasite eggs
Wormwood (Artemisia absinthium) – broad-spectrum, best used in combo
Sweet Wormwood (Artemisia annua)* – milder than regular wormwood
Black Walnut Hull – strong, works well with clove and wormwood
Neem – antiparasitic and antifungal
Olive Leaf Extract* – good broad-spectrum option
Garlic (aged or extract) – strong antiparasitic and antifungal
Barberry or Oregon Grape Root – supports liver and fights gut pathogens
Mimosa pudica seed – sticky fiber that “grabs” parasites
Pumpkin seeds or oil* – paralyzes worms
Papaya seeds* – shown to kill intestinal worms
Thyme oil or herb – strong antimicrobial
Fennel seed* – gentle and helps with bloating
Goldenseal – antimicrobial and liver-supportive
Turmeric / Curcumin* – anti-inflammatory, weak antiparasitic support
Diatomaceous Earth (food grade) – physically damages parasite exoskeletons
Quassia or Gentian root – very bitter, supports bile flow and detox
💊 SUPPLEMENTS & NATURAL COMPOUNDS:
Berberine – found in goldenseal, barberry; great for gut infections
Caprylic acid – antifungal, can weaken parasite biofilm
Monolaurin – from coconut oil, helps with viral and parasitic infections
Activated Charcoal / Bentonite Clay – binders to absorb die-off toxins
Magnesium citrate or oxide – keeps bowels moving
Digestive enzymes (especially with protease) – break down parasite structures
Probiotics – especially L. plantarum, L. rhamnosus, L. salivarius
Zinc & Vitamin A – help repair gut lining after parasites
Grapefruit Seed Extract – very potent antimicrobial
Iodine (nascent or Lugol’s) – antiparasitic and antifungal
Colloidal silver – controversial, but some use short-term for pathogens
Methylene blue – antiparasitic, also antiviral/antimalarial (needs supervision)
🏺 HOMEOPATHIC OPTIONS:
(Best under guidance of a homeopath but gentle and non-toxic)
Cina 30C or 200C – classic worm remedy for children (especially with teeth grinding)
Spigelia – often used for tapeworms or heart/lung parasite symptoms
Sulphur – general detox and constitutional parasite remedy
Teucrium – used for rectal itching and pinworms
Artemisia vulgaris – homeopathic wormwood
Antimonium crudum – gut parasite-related indigestion and discomfort
Calcarea carbonica – for sluggish digestion and parasitic tendencies
Cuprum metallicum – can be used in seizure-prone kids with parasites
Homeopathic nosodes (like Parasite Nosode or Toxoplasmosis Nosode) – deeper clearing under guidance
💉 PHARMACEUTICAL ANTIPARASITICS:
(Most require a prescription in the U.S., but many are OTC abroad)
Albendazole – broad-spectrum, effective against many worms
Mebendazole – often used for pinworms, roundworms
Ivermectin – crosses into blood, good for strongyloides and tissue-dwelling worms
Pyrantel Pamoate (Reese’s OTC in U.S.) – good for pinworms/roundworms, but only works in intestines
Praziquantel – used for flukes and tapeworms
Nitazoxanide (Alinia) – often used for Giardia and Cryptosporidium
Metronidazole (Flagyl) – used for amoebas, giardia, bacterial overgrowth
Tinidazole – similar to metronidazole, longer half-life
Methylene Blue (Rx in high dose) – antiparasitic, antiviral, and neuroprotective
Tips for sensitive kids:
Use glycerite tinctures instead of alcohol-based
Mix powdered herbs into smoothies, applesauce, or nut butters
Start low and slow to avoid die-off symptoms
Always support detox pathways (liver, bowels, lymph) and binders help.
The little boy came to our table of leather-clad bikers and slammed down a paper that said “DADDY’S FUNERAL – NEED SCARY MEN.”
His tiny fingers were still stained with marker ink, and his Superman cape was on backwards. The diner went dead silent as fifteen members of the Iron Wolves MC stared at this kid who couldn’t have weighed forty pounds soaking wet.
“My mom said I can’t ask you,” he announced, his chin jutting out defiantly. “But she’s crying all the time and the mean boys at school said daddy won’t go to heaven without scary men to protect him.”
Big Tom, who’d done two tours in Afghanistan and had a skull tattooed on his neck, carefully picked up the paper. It was a child’s drawing of stick figures on motorcycles surrounding a coffin, with “PLEASE COME” written in backwards letters.
“Where’s your mom, little man?” Tom asked, his voice a low rumble that usually preceded a fight, but was now impossibly gentle.
The boy pointed through the window to a beat-up Toyota where a young woman sat with her head in her hands. “She’s scared of you. Everyone’s scared of you. That’s why I need you.”
I’d seen Tom break a man’s jaw for disrespecting his bike. But his hands shook as he read what else was on that paper – a date, tomorrow, and an address for Riverside Cemetery.
“What was your daddy’s name?” someone asked from the back.
“Officer Marcus Rivera,” the boy said proudly. “He was a police. A bad man shot him.”
The silence in the diner got heavier, thick enough to choke on. Cops and bikers weren’t exactly natural allies. Most of us had been hassled, profiled, some even beaten by police. And now this cop’s kid was asking us to honor his fallen father.
Tom stood up slowly, his towering frame casting a shadow over the small table. “What’s your name, superman?”
“Miguel. Miguel Rivera.”
“Well, Miguel Rivera,” Tom said, kneeling down so he was eye to eye with the boy, a giant meeting a sparrow. “You tell your mom that your daddy’s going to have the biggest, loudest, scariest escort to heaven any police officer ever had.”
The boy’s eyes went wide. “Really? You’ll come?”
“Brother,” Snake spoke up from the corner, and I could hear the conflict in his voice. “He was a cop.”
“He was a father,” Tom said firmly, his gaze never leaving Miguel’s. “And this little warrior just did the bravest thing I’ve seen all year. We ride.”
The next morning, I arrived at the cemetery two hours early. I thought I’d be the only one, a chance to get my head right before the awkwardness and the stares. But then my jaw dropped.
The narrow road leading to the cemetery entrance was already lined with bikes. Not just the fifteen of us from the diner, but our entire chapter. Forty men, standing quietly by their polished Harleys, the morning sun glinting off the chrome. But that wasn’t what stopped my heart. Further down the road, another group was pulling in. The Vipers. Our bitter rivals. And behind them, the Sons of Odin. Word had gotten out. A call had been made for scary men, and the entire goddamn scary underworld had answered.
When the funeral procession finally arrived, the hearse slowed to a stop. I saw Miguel in the car behind it, his small face pressed against the glass. His mother looked up, and her hand flew to her mouth, her expression of fear melting into stunned disbelief.
There were over a hundred of us. A silent army of leather and steel.
At some unseen signal from Tom, a hundred engines roared to life at the exact same instant. The sound was biblical. It wasn’t angry or aggressive; it was a deep, thundering proclamation. We are here. We formed a double line, a guard of honor for the hearse and the family, and escorted them through the gates.
At the graveside, a small group of uniformed officers stood stiffly, their honor guard looking tense as we dismounted. They watched us, we watched them. But there was no trouble. We formed a wide, silent circle around the service, our backs to the family, facing outward. We were a wall, protecting their grief from the world.
After the service, as the last of the mourners were leaving, the police chief walked over to Big Tom. He was a hard-looking man I’d seen on the news a dozen times. He stopped, looked at Tom, then at the sea of bikers standing in silent respect.
“I… I don’t have the words,” the chief said, his voice rough. “Officer Rivera was a good man.”
Tom just gave a short, sharp nod. “He had a good son.”
That’s when I saw Miguel, holding his mother’s hand, walking purposefully toward us. He stopped in front of Tom, who immediately knelt down again. Miguel wasn’t wearing his cape anymore. He was holding the folded American flag from his father’s coffin.
He held it out. “This is for you,” he said, his voice clear and steady.
Tom gently pushed it back. “No, little man. That’s yours. That’s your daddy’s.”
“My daddy was a hero,” Miguel said, pushing the flag firmly into Tom’s huge, tattooed hand. “He protected people. And today, you protected him.”
Tom stared at the flag in his hand, his jaw working, his whole body trembling. The man I’d seen walk through a bar fight without flinching was completely undone by a forty-pound superhero. He couldn’t speak. He just nodded, his eyes shining with tears he refused to let fall.
We didn’t ride away with a roar. We left one by one, a quiet rumble that spoke of a respect that went deeper than clubs or colors or the badges on a uniform.
We had come because a little boy asked for scary men. But we left knowing we’d just met the bravest one of all.
A study conducted in 2018 by Canisius College in Buffalo, New York, found that women who sleep alongside their dogs tend to experience better sleep quality than those who share a bed with a human partner. Surveying 962 adult women across the United States, the research highlighted that dogs were less likely to interrupt sleep and often provided a greater sense of safety and comfort.
Dogs generally maintain consistent sleep patterns and are less likely to snore or move around unpredictably during the night. Many women also reported feeling more secure with a dog in bed, which may reduce anxiety and contribute to more restful sleep. In comparison, human partners were more frequently cited as sources of disturbance due to movement, noise and inconsistent sleep habits.
The study suggests that for women who value uninterrupted sleep and nighttime reassurance, sharing the bed with a dog may be more beneficial than sleeping next to a human companion.🤎🖤🩶
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You say I’m a thorn in your side but I’m not even a rose. The sickness unfolds in your mind.
Have you all heard this?
Sammy Hagar 1977
Crack in the World
I found out what it is that’s been driving me mad.
There’s no room to breathe between the good and the bad.
The crush in-between, there’s a thin, thin line.
But just ’round the corner, there’s a change in design.
I wish I could walk away
And dig what the preacher said.
But those words don’t satisfy me no more.
There’s a crack, there’s a crack in the world.
There’s a crack, there’s a crack in the world.
There’s a crack, there’s a crack in the world.
Just fifty more years we’re all gonna know.
Why, when, where, how, and who get’s to go.
So let’s all have a good time before the great divide.
‘Cause things will start separating come 2025.
So look for the subtle clues
It won’t make the front-page news.
That depends upon which side that you choose.
There’s a crack, there’s a crack in the world.
There’s a crack, there’s a crack in the world, yeah.
There’s a crack, there’s a crack in the world.
Final judgement. Emperor in service to eternal love, restoring peace and safety.
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