They Annointed Her

Published October 5, 2025 by tindertender

“They anointed her,” the adversary complained. Meanwhile, masculines want to “replace” her.

These nasty jacks want to obtain her energy signature and status, her covenant with God. They want this position and wealth. They want control of this territory.

They complain her husband is over-protective. They’re accustomed to dealing with judases who sell their wives to a black hole for profit. They think he could do “better”, but he’s been here before.

Fortunately, it appears he’s not like the rest. Love can do great things, and God already warned him “lust” would be his downfall. God gifted him what he needed to succeed, and she is part of it. Narcs know this … they know if he bails on her “they’ve got him”, and EVERYTHING he’s worked so hard for.

Curator is talking about law enforcement. Masculines mentioned the Wellton assignments … so there could be something going on with Border Patrol or the Military that’s been training there in AZ. They’re talking about AZ quite a bit recently. They seem to be tasked with “obtaining” specific targets or something, and they sounded disappointed with what they committed to.

Curator intends on k!dnapping and replacing another man’s wife … this one who is overprotective. They’re discussing her dental records.

These low-life’s are insidious. So sweet and smiling happy … but the inside of inner portion is malice … these illusionists and actresses/actors are very well practiced.

Curator on a Mission to Obtain Gods Chosen One, and Claim Her Inheritance

Published October 5, 2025 by tindertender

The curator has mentioned “death certificate”, “California”, & “assassin”. He & team are paranoid.

They despise this feminine outsider that survived their impossible life path. They intended for her to be trapped and replaced by a copycat, but this Divine Feminine was risen and led back into ascension, claimed by God. He didn’t let her go.

These nasties rejected her, so now, she has a new family, and is protected.

The curator and team are very intentional about obtaining this leader, this winner, this woman, and drain her of her energy, memory and dress up their copycat in it, claiming her covenant with God, and Goddess, Mother Divine.

They never stop discussing redrumming her. Words and visual threats keep rolling in.

Early Morning Chatter

Published October 5, 2025 by tindertender

Chatter from early morning hours … After everything, I continue to have hope. I still believe in Love.

It’s A Proxy War

Published October 5, 2025 by tindertender

It’s a proxy war. God has risen two who were persecuted yet did not surrender.

These war mongering human trafficker aliens pretending to be men are pissed about this female dignitary, magistrate, psychic. They want to find her 3D body and continue in their efforts to destroy her.

This magistrates husband isn’t playing about her. These nasty jacks are gonna get themselves in even more trouble than they already are.

Something happened around midnight. Around 10:55 pm Oct 3rd, the US President did something … I do not know what. They’re talking about espionage agents. (Not me! I don’t even like the guy!)

Something about a violation is being put into writing. Gaza, Iran, Pakistan … they state they are not immigrants. Changes are coming. Be prepared for even greater chaos as the orders manifest in the 3D.

Tyrants would rather destroy everyone and everything than to give back the land they stole.

Friggen alien hibreds, trying to claim and retain the wealth of humanity.

Food Supply ~ Concerns over Ingredients

Published October 5, 2025 by tindertender

Could be something wrong with Resers products. Curators friends have mentioned Resers twice now.

The Snake Owes You

Published October 5, 2025 by tindertender

Snake owes you time land & freedom. Will attempt to destroy it, & you, rather than obey God & give it back.

You triumph over this mess. Anyone attempting to move forward and speak as you in the future, or sneak into your life hiding true intention, will be met with death.

No trauma bonding and identity theft permitted in new cycle. No 3 strikes and you’re out … one and done is the new motto.

Vanity missed its opportunity to get you to open your heart to them. Too much trauma, too much pain, came from this childish, mental case.

Envious 3rd party scavengers will be observed carefully in the future. They’re in despair.

Be aware, lunatics with access to weapons of mass destruction will attempt to create a wasteland of famine rather than return the land to the “meek” as the Most High has ordered.

Friggen’ jizz artists spewing all over peoples pictures, lying about, and to, intimate “relationships” in order to transfer their karmic debt, force their “lover” to pay the price for their sin, to carry the blame while breaking all promises is being watched by Hierophant.

Destiny’s will be protected.

Some Called Her a Devil

Published October 3, 2025 by tindertender

She was chained to a saloon bed at fifteen and told her life belonged to men with money. By twenty, Lydia “Red” McGraw had seen enough of Dodge City’s whiskey-soaked nights and the fists of cattle bosses who treated her like property. One evening, when a drunken foreman tried to lock her in her room, she smiled, nodded, and waited. At midnight she poured lamp oil down the staircase, struck a match, and walked away as the building roared into an inferno. The flames took her jailors, her chains, and the life she refused to endure another day.

It wasn’t escape alone—it was rebirth. Red vanished into the plains, her name whispered like smoke trailing behind the ashes. For months she lived by instinct, scavenging, hiding, keeping one step ahead of those who tried to drag her back. But the fire inside her burned hotter than fear. She found others like her—women with bruised pasts, stolen freedom, and nothing left to lose. Together they turned outlaw, revolvers at their hips, robbing stagecoaches and wagons with a cold efficiency that left men stunned to see women holding the guns.

By the time the 1870s rolled on, Red McGraw was no longer a broken saloon girl—she was an outlaw queen whose legend stretched from Kansas to Colorado. Some called her a devil, others a folk hero, but all agreed on one thing: when the Golden Spur burned, something more dangerous than flames had been born. Her story asks the question—what would you do if the only way to escape your cage was to burn it down?

Tyrants Living the Lives of Dead Men

Published October 3, 2025 by tindertender

Tyrant masculines living the life of dead men are at war with God for the life force of the living.

Divine Mother figure(s) have been elevated by the Most High God in the ethers. They are lovingly restoring harmony, the delicate balance necessary for health and well-being of a system for life.

These tyrants owe the living, billions of dollars. They’ve already lost it in the ethers, Divine Mother has cancelled their credit limits, their free for all pull on finances not belonging to them.

Here in the 3D, they’d rather destroy everything rather than give her position, rather than recognize the giver of life.

God is taking it all back from them, in full support of this foundation, families will reside upon.

The indigenous people are getting the land and wealth back, it’s why some tyrants are attacking them, they refuse to give them what God has ordered.

These brutalizers would turn the world into a wasteland rather than return what they have stolen. God might just let them. They will be stuck here, while God claims life force and relocates it to its frequency match somewhere within the limitless numbers of universes.

God has reclaimed the lives of the hijacked Goddesses.

Mutants are already dead, lives extended well beyond their intended expiration dates.

Now, they’re poor too, the “peasants” they have spit upon in past, after they took everything from them, have gifted that reality back to the abuser.

God will give these bad “men” what they deserve.

If they want to live in a wasteland … a world of violence … God said they can have it.

The Night Mother Chose Her (Daughter) Over Fear

Published October 3, 2025 by tindertender

Martha had buried one husband already, a kind man who never came back from the trail. When she remarried Clay in Dodge City, 1874, folks said fortune had smiled on her — he was tall, handsome, and the kind to buy whiskey for a whole room just to hear the laughter rise. To the outside world, he was charm in a fine hat. To Martha, behind their cabin door, he was a storm.

At first it was small things — a hard stare, a cruel word, a drink too many. But then his gaze shifted toward Eliza, Martha’s little girl, and the air in the cabin changed. Supper fell quiet, the child flinching at every sound, her smile gone. Martha watched in silence until the night she found Clay drunk, leaning too near her daughter’s bed. That was the line she would not let him cross.

She dragged him out by the collar, pistol shaking in her hand, and by dawn she was standing in the county office, signing her name to divorce papers while the ink still trembled. Folks whispered about her for years — not with scorn, but with respect. In a town where women often kept quiet, Martha’s courage was louder than any gunshot. And Eliza, grown and safe, never forgot the night her mother chose her over fear.