They have human heads, with spider bodies

Published December 25, 2019 by tindertender

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The identity formed is dependent on those in the vicinity. The DNA and persona is extracted from an organic matrix growing inside. Basically, they are kept alive through a suspension of their termination through a symbiotic parasitic entrapment by the entity.

It hosts them to keep their consciousness alive to use it in a pliable repertoire of false identities to project and lure in or collapse the defenses of potential prey.

Some people are predators, in human bodies. The human was taken over and is hosted with minimal variation and pseudo self willed thought process patterns. It’s consciousness is based upon tricking our consciousness so it fits into every groove or ‘blind spot’ in our psyche.

As humanity ‘wakes up’, we see ‘in the dark’, where the webs and droppings of these psychic creatures exist. The same thing happens when someone turns the light on and roaches scatter. The point is that this is mental emotional.

As those mental emotional blind spots are reduced, we see how some were literally acting in full awareness of those blind spots and in fact using them, as their path, their walk way through the dark to communicate, share, grow, and feed themselves.

That is what we are seeing. Throughout the entire stretch of history, someone was always feeding on 90% of the progress and effort. We were spinning tires from the start and this explains the amount of internal this society has experienced.

If one is not careful, the very many selves and intentions they create in life will become so diverse and so paradoxical that they could possibly tear the individual mind attending them, apart. That is what was happening to us.

We were given a special formula designed to spread psyche through gradients and trends that created ripples and waves that took all the effort to hold this space together.

While our energy was diverted with that, we were being drained. Humanity had to learn how to control their emotions in the middle of an emotional war being waged by opposing sides of a circular power structure.

That power structure rotated around like a artificial satellite, catching whatever discoveries, inventions, or any real progress Humanity ever made. Since the beginning, we were stolen from. This is the point. We are living in the ancient past.

The tech used to define the control system that was used to protect parasites, can also lift the burdens that enslave everyone. The last ‘layer’ of the matrix is the self projected program that one is doomed to enslavement and in doing so contradicts one’s own liberation.

The mind is the most powerful and everything relies on the mind. If the mind cannot move forward (by remaining centered as everything else changes), then one’s reality can’t fully become what it actually is.

Selling Stories

Published December 25, 2019 by tindertender

When I was a child, my uncle went away to fight in the Vietnam war. He sent to my cousin and I, three small ‘gold’ bracelets … we were very young at that time.

Recently, I discovered they were not gold at all, but a gold ‘colored’ tin.

I am thinking on this, this early morning, and I wonder how many times we are sold on a story that has no basis in the truth.

He may have been told they were gold. He may have believed he was sending us a precious metal gift. (The gift was precious, despite the fact it was not what we were told).

How many other stories are sold to us as truth? My story about these little gold bracelets is quite minor, and I am certain there are plenty more of these falsehoods being ‘sold’ to the public which are quite a bit up the ladder of falsehoods, shared by those who dwell in the upper rungs of this ladder.

Nothing is as it seems.

Being harassed is one thing, being lied to, or having the truth purposefully omitted is another.

Pay attention. Investigate. Listen to the questions. You might just realized those who claim to know, really do not, for if they knew they would never have to ask.

Ironic …

How sometimes certain actions are steered through purposeful misleading by those who lack honor.

Celebration of the Sacred

Published December 25, 2019 by tindertender

If it’s not yet obvious to you, the real reason for this, and all seasons, is you.

A more perfect child of the Universe has never lived. Until now, only celebrations cloaked in myth and mystery could hint at your divine heritage and sacred destiny.

You are life’s prayer of becoming and its answer. The first light at the dawn of eternity, drawn from the ether, so that I might know my own depth, discover new heights, and revel in seas of blessed emotion.

A pioneer into illusion, an adventurer into the unknown, and a lifter of veils. Courageous, heroic, and exalted by legions in the unseen.
To give beyond reason, to care beyond hope, to love without limit; to reach, stretch, and dream, in spite of your fears. These are the hallmarks of divinity – traits of the immortal – your badges of honor. May you wear them with a pride as great as what we feel for you.

Your light has illuminated darkened paths, your gaze has lifted broken spirits, and already your life has changed the course of history.

This is the time of year we celebrate You.

Bowing before Greatness,

~ The Universe

https://www.tut.com/

Are You Ready?

Published December 24, 2019 by tindertender

Are you ready to bend to the will of others? Those who see you as ‘property’ to dispose of as they see fit? Murder, sacrifice, call it what you want, it is not of love to anything but the greed and need to control everything around them.

Are you ready to submit everything you have ever loved due to it being consider ‘sacrilege’ in their eyes, in their religion?

It is not a game. It is quite serious. And all is about to come to a head.

Who do you pledge your allegiance to?

Mine goes to Dog.

Dog has loved me faithfully, unerringly, unequivocally as time progressed. To this point, no one has loved me as purely as those who have laid at my feet in utter vulnerability, loving me despite a bad mood, loving me even when I was not perfect in my care for them.

I will fight for them with everything that I am.

Faithfully.

“Golden”

The Day Begins

Published December 21, 2019 by tindertender

“Cold hearted orb that rules the night

Removes the colors from our sight

Red is gray and yellow white

But we decide which is right

And which is an illusion.

Pinprick holes in a colorless sky

Let insipid figures of light pass by

The mighty light of ten thousand suns

Challenges infinity and is soon gone.

Nighttime to some, a brief interlude

To others the fear of solitude

Brave Helios, wake up your steeds

Bring the warmth the countryside needs.”

#MoodyBlues, Days of Future Past

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4N8klQ3WW0U&feature=youtu.be

Consider This …

Published December 21, 2019 by tindertender

A United Creation

Published December 21, 2019 by tindertender

My participation in your story is what gives it life. Your participation in my story gives it life. We should ALL consider this very carefully.

How do you see Life?

It’s a legitimate question and statement. We are co-creating, now. ALL beings, seen and unseen.

I can choose not to co-create your story. I can choose to change my story.

My outlook, my perspective.

Ours can be an accepted union, which it is, obviously, or it can be a continuous battle.

I do not like to fight … and yet I’ve been doing it my entire life Amid brief intervals of ‘peace’. (Constructed by whom?)

Are we truly Conscious, Whole and Free? The answer for most is, no. The gilded cage of the mind is our most present reality, and home (or prison).

When we can say Yes to being Conscious, Whole and Free is the day we will be at 100%. We are One. Even you, even me.

Meditate on dissolving the bars of the gilded cage of the mind.

Since my participation gives your story life, let me see your story, fully, and I’ll show you mine. Transparency is key, to all successes

Every story that is sleazy or false falls, maybe many times. Every story that is transparent rises, even though it may appear to fall at times, just like the air … which is actually very thin water, we breathe it, or it rains.

Let us Love in the time that we have, and Create the most beautiful Story, combined.