Childish envious ones who cursed the Arcana are leaving. Never ending death is their reward.
The Empresses labor is protected. Brutalizers who claimed they owned her failed to love, they have now lost the source of love. They are overwhelmed by the dark side and really need her to care, they are paranoid, in a nightmare because she is confessing everything, the good, the bad, the ugly, authentically and transparently. They need to surrender their need to control her, she has victory.
The players the explorers, the time traveling drifters, will not be allowed presence, or services of Divine Feminine. They won’t be permitted into the lives of those who love themselves, for Heaven is within them. They cannot be permitted opportunity to work at destroying this loving connection with Source in the people.
Supreme Court has overturned deceitful convictions regarding Earth Angels. None were prostitutes!
These frauds, those who “consume” angel energy and cast illusions of actually being one, are a threat to society!! They deceitfully convicted their sexxual assault victims of being prostitutes. They intended to keep them trapped and syphon their essence while causing them suffering in this new cycle!
The curator must forfeit his fraudulent claim on this woman, her energy and gifts, as well as her inheritance. They’re talking about Jacob. He stole Esau’s inheritance, and it appears God is correcting this betrayal. He is being called “foolish”. He’s commanded by his peers to “go repent”, but he’s being told by authority that what he did is unforgivable.
These ones are told “She played by the rules, so she’s qualified to be here.” Their haven of hate has been breached by the Mother.
Their protection is no longer working. They cannot use Earth Angels energy to protect themselves while hurting others. They confess they “have a problem”. Israel appears to have lost their protections. The curators “spells” aren’t working since he got cutoff from the Magistrates Divine Energy. His claim that consuming angel energy makes you just like them is a lie. His core is still very powerless.
These masculines are upset because they claim this woman isn’t religious and is confusing people. She’s telling them that she isn’t their savior, that she’s a regular person who suffered greatly. She told them she expanded to encompass the darkness with Light. She is introducing the idea that the Light in them can do the same.
These abusers are being told, in order to transform her they have to molest her. So … they are planning a gng rpe. They complain that every time they get into position to molest her “she disappears”. That she just vanishes from before their eyes. One claims he can quantum shift, but he can’t parallel jump(?). Parallel something …
The angels are protecting you. The God Father protects you.
Curator and woman hating posse want to replace this magistrate with a copycat, then consume her.
They feel if they can get a copycat in position “just ahead of” the true Magistrate, they’ll be able to convince the crowd that the true Magistrate is false, and condemn her. This posse of bro hoes want to violate her so badly!! They want to take back dominion of the planet. She has given them eviction notices, they have no intention of leaving. They feel if they consume her, they’ll trick God into believing the Rainbow Covenant is with the copycat who they plan on feeding the true to, to cast the illusion.
It sounds like Israel is losing protection. They’re telling their fellas to focus on Israel, to surround it, that they’re not moving fast enough. Gods Wrath is upon them. They’re trying to convince society it is a demon attack … they do not Honor God.
The “chosen one” of these tyrants is an exhibitionist, they behave sexxually in public and they don’t think she’s a good role model.
They’re told that, “Whether they like it or not, this Magistrate is the new planetary leader.” They shout at each other, “Bind her!!” They are so upset!!
Someone is upset, saying he “conquered this one” … but she didn’t quit, and the statute of limitations has run out.
She has been emancipated, oh ruthless one.
These ones are told that, “If they have any hatred for the Mother, they’ll truck cannot be here.”
Free-riding low-life is determined to steal the God Ordained Status of the Mother.
“Be prepared”, the Divine Mother stated, “They won’t survive.”
By the time she could no longer walk, her jawbone was crumbling in her hands.
The photograph from 1963 shows a well-dressed woman reclining in a medical chair, two doctors in pristine white coats standing over her. A massive X-ray machine—the size of a car engine—hovers inches from her throat, aimed directly at her thyroid. She looks calm. The doctors look confident.
The room looks sterile and professional. No one is wearing protection. Not the patient. Not the doctors. Not even a lead apron in sight.
Because in the 1960s, radiation wasn’t feared—it was celebrated.
This wasn’t ignorance. This was the height of modern medicine. X-rays were miraculous. They let doctors see inside the human body without cutting it open. They were fast, efficient, and—everyone believed—perfectly safe.
So safe that department stores installed X-ray machines to measure children’s feet for shoes. Mothers would bring their kids in weekly, watching their tiny foot bones glow on the screen while salesmen found the “perfect fit.”
So safe that dermatologists aimed radiation beams at teenagers’ faces to “cure” acne, delivering doses we now know were catastrophically high.
So safe that companies bottled drinks laced with radium—a radioactive element—and marketed them as “energy tonics.” Athletes drank them.
Socialites swore by them. One brand was called “Radithor.” The slogan? “Perpetual Sunshine.” The man who drank it religiously, Eben Byers, died in 1932. When they exhumed his body years later, it was still radioactive. His bones had disintegrated. His skull had holes in it.
But by the 1960s, that was old news. Medicine had moved on. X-rays were routine. Radiation was modern. Progress meant pushing forward, not looking back.
The woman in that photograph—whoever she was—probably went home that day feeling grateful for advanced medical care. The doctors probably filed their report and moved on to the next patient. The X-ray machine was likely used dozens more times that week.
None of them knew.
They didn’t know that radiation accumulates. That every exposure adds up. That the thyroid—that butterfly-shaped gland in the throat where the machine was aimed—is exquisitely sensitive to radiation damage. That years later, thyroid cancer rates would spike. That the doctors themselves, standing unprotected session after session, would develop leukemia and die young.
They didn’t know because no one had done the long-term studies. No one had tracked the patients.
No one had asked the uncomfortable questions, because asking meant slowing down, and slowing down meant falling behind.
Progress was the priority. Caution was for the timid. It took decades—and thousands of victims—before medicine finally confronted the cost of its overconfidence.
In the 1970s and 80s, regulations changed. Lead aprons became mandatory. Exposure limits were established. Radiologists started working behind protective barriers. Dental X-rays went from annual to as-needed. The industry that had once treated radiation like magic finally admitted it was poison.
But the reckoning came too late for the generation in that photograph.
Too late for the women who had radiation beamed at their thyroids and later developed cancer.
Too late for the factory workers who painted radium on watch dials and died with their bones glowing in the dark.
Too late for the children whose feet were X-rayed every time their mothers bought them shoes.
The photograph haunts us now because we know what they didn’t. We see the danger they couldn’t.
We understand that the doctors in their clean white coats and confident postures were, unknowingly, harming the very people they meant to heal.
But here’s the harder truth: we’re still doing this. Right now, there are medical procedures we consider routine that future generations will look back on with horror. Technologies we trust that haven’t been studied long enough. Chemicals we use liberally because the consequences won’t show up for decades.
We just don’t know which ones yet.
The woman in that 1963 photograph believed in modern medicine. The doctors believed in their training. Everyone in that room believed they were doing the right thing. And they were wrong.
Not because they were careless, but because they confused innovation with wisdom. They mistook novelty for safety. They believed that moving fast mattered more than moving carefully.
The history of medicine is not just a story of breakthroughs. It’s a story of bodies—real human bodies—used as experiments in the name of progress. It’s a ledger of invisible victims whose suffering taught us what we should have learned another way.
That photograph isn’t just history. It’s a warning.
The doctors looked confident. The machine looked advanced. The woman looked safe. None of it was true.
And somewhere, right now, in a sterile room with modern equipment and well-meaning professionals, someone is receiving a treatment that future generations will see as barbaric. We just don’t know it yet.
👆🏻OP: The Two Pennies
Our medical industry’s history is littered with mistakes & is still just as dangerous today. Today, they are responsible for a leading cause of death in the United States, yet so many people still put all their faith & trust in them.
The curator still has a posse of bros intent on obtaining the new magistrate and prostituting her.
A masculine has an attachment on his lungs. He and his man friends are trying to “transfer it” onto a woman by concentrating on her. Whatever it is, it’s ineffable, “too great or extreme to be expressed. It is overwhelming”. They cannot get rid of it.
These “men” are no-thing unless they can trap a divine feminine and use HER energy and gifts to dominate others. They are weak minded, and spirited. They are extremely disrespectful to SHE who gave them life. She doesn’t owe them anything, and as far as I can tell, their hatred of her is an obvious rejection of the life-giver … hence, they have rejected their own lives.
They took offense To the symbols my spirit impressed upon itself During its battle. They didn’t feel Our journey worthy. The Most High Corrected them.
The journey Requires no defense No explanation
It is personal This walk with God
Others may scoff Ridicule Deny the right of
But did they pray Before they condemned?
Were they of Unity Consciousness Or were they laying out rules Deeming another insufficient Or faulty, or unworthy of?
What are you supporting With your vital force?
What are you earning Taking Interrupting?
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I am almost home now, And you, you are always waiting beyond that horizon I must make for myself again and again. My old body and my young body, in one body, greeting and meeting, half aware and half unaware of going or returning. The door opening to a new light, an astonishment of welcomes, a surprise party. The true dream beneath the first dream. ~~From the book “Everything is Waiting for You, by David Whyte
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I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which came to me as a seed goes to the next as a blossom and that which came to me as a blossom, goes on as fruit. ~ Dawna Markova
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All limitless beings, without exception. Human life is like a stream swiftly flowing down a steep mountain. This body is subject to destruction. You will attain bountiful happiness. There is no permanent circumstance. We fear not, but remain undaunted. Bless us that we may be mindful of impermanence. ~~Natural Liberation, Translated by Alan Wallace
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wildflower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.
William Blake
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The further you enter into truth, the deeper it is.
November 1, 2025 (1119 – alpha/omega) Time Has Stopped. There is to be a great purging.
She’s handing out eviction notices. A copycat was identified, and stripped of identity.
There is talk of Abraham, the founding father of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, revered as a pivotal figure who demon-strated great faith.
These masculines are asking if “they” are together now, that “they” were coming for her, and that she knows nothing about damnation.
There is a reform occurring.
This curator is told, “If you lied about her, you lied about everybody.”
There is a dissolution, a dismissal of an assembly. Those Powers That Be, want an Original who is their own supply, not an energy harvesting copycat.
These nasty jacks are told of the Original, “She’s not ruthless, even though you treated her ruthlessly.”
The curator refuses to stop coming for her because “she’s his opportunity to improve his lineage.” And he’s being told that “she’s not offering him an opportunity.” There’s no connection. There’s no contract. There’s no relationship.
He just won’t stop harassing her! It appears as though he is under judgement from his own circle.
These ones are shocked they’re being disciplined “over a woman”. They are told she is Honored. They are told, “they’ve gotta show a little respect.”
11-1-2029 (1119 -alpha/omega) and the waking message, “time has stopped”.
Priest must release sweetheart. She isn’t guilty of the illusion. They abandoned (martyred) her.
Your purpose is protected fire sign, you are reunited and have brought forth much knowledge. The Sun is delivering justice.
Liars are replaceable, hit it and quit it gold diggers. It is known now they burned prophets and prophetesses for their house and access to their consciousness. They are denied access to the mind of the collective. No more stalking and scamming people for money.
You weren’t guilty of their projections. No more gaining soul ties with love spells. There is a long road ahead of them before they get what they want.
Your courage and inner strength bring cause for celebration!
Curator and friends are seeking the Magistrates signature. They want to forge contracts.
These ones want to interfere in what the new Dignitary is doing by forging contracts. They are seeking to obtain her signature. They want to set her up falsely. I suggest that every document she signs be witnessed, and filmed. No undocumented signatures accepted.
There is a reform happening and these tyrant dominator Mysogonists want to “participate” in her authority, to interfere with her signatures, her decisions.
The curator still believes the medicine makes her disqualified. He’s hoping he can set her up and get her outcast with forgeries and lies.
There was something about Mexico, and right after, something about a Victory!
Again they’re talking about contracts again. These blokes are pre-meditating forgeries and manipulations in the territory.
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