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Hel Goddess

Published November 30, 2025 by tindertender

Someone in the unseen said your name should be Hel because no one can beat you.

Why the “Hel” would they want to destroy the Mother?!?! There are some serious issues needing addressed.

https://www.bruxariaonline.com.br/en/post/hel-goddess-of-death-and-lady-of-the-underworld

It gives new meaning to the Most High God, Creator of the All That Is, unleashing Hel on earth.

Tried to Destroy the Dreamer

Published November 30, 2025 by tindertender

… Destroyed their dream.

When they tried to silence the visionary, the actualization of dreams faded, and what remained was a bunch of brutes with angry, unsatisfied energy trying to “force” the visionary to give them a dream. Gorillas. Lost their dream, for trying to destroy the visionary.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DQPCmTKDAaT/?igsh=MTN4cXM1ajJnZ2Zzbg==

Devil Ozone in the Penthouse of Thought being removed

Published November 22, 2025 by tindertender

Roseanne says the Devil Ozone in the Penthouse of Thought is being removed.

No Devil Ozone ….
They’ve been evicted!!!!!
I testify their name interference of the midnight hour seems to be waning.

I Repeat !!

Published October 25, 2025 by tindertender

The MOTHER has been gifted the New Rainbow Covenant with the Most High God. She has been given Dominion over the Planet. The “men” or vampiric ded “men” pretending to be living and leader, do NOT have any rights to this land. Any masculine stating otherwise is enemy to the Most High God and is in rebellion regarding His Choice as Covenant Holder. They will do their best to “get rid of” this woman, this Dignitary.

Mother Father God Goddess Creators of All That Is, you stated they would “get what they deserve”, you stated, “these people will not obtain you”, and “we should be prepared, that they will not survive” … I believe you, and boldly speak and present self publicly, even tho nasty jack says its sabotaging self. I trust you Mother Father, and I bravely step forth and wait to see the Greatness of Your Promise. “This is the end of their “relationship” with batteries”, this is the end of them harvesting the living bodies with vital force of your Children. You said “the land is going back to the indigenous peoples”, the originals, and I believe you … may these “explorers” these time-travelling destiny thieves, and brutalizers of humanity and all other life here be removed from our presence.

Aho. Amen. Wado.

I often pray you will Crush Them!!
Please forgive me, I am tired …

Blind Love, Blind Faith

Published October 23, 2025 by tindertender

One’s past does not define them; it is what they do with it that counts. The Most High God has forgiven and lifted the Prodigal Son, he has resurrected and led back into ascension, the Son and the Daughter, (micro macro) yet some still slander them for the history. We are not bringing that with us into this new chapter; all things are made new. Mistakes made, lessons learned, Dharma gained, enough so that we are able to assist others by breaking generational curses and offering foundation for new beginnings … compassionate beginnings, based on Love, Honor, and Respect.

The old me does not exist anymore; she died … the last time an invisible man ran a long knife blade through my throat and chest in the astral, punching the heart clean out of this body. Now, perhaps someone DID gain the gifts because of this sacrifice, and I will never meet him. What of it?

Do you understand the energetic harvesting some have had to endure? The mental r*pe of decades, 24/7 tearing the mind apart while you’re left trying to hold your life together? These invisible masculine’s and their copycats waiting patiently for the harvest so they can play “dress-up”, trespassing into the sleeping chamber and forcefully pulling the sacral energy out as you can do no more than sit and cry and wait for it to be over? No?

Decades many of us prayed for relief, protection, an end to this severe trauma being inflicted upon the body the mind the soul by invisible brutalizers who felt they had the right …. I can tell you that relief is here, and I in no way shape or form will rebel against it.

My energy has been gifted back to me, and if he who sacrificed me did it for the gifts, well then, at least he’s nicer to me that those “thousands” of others in history that were anything but decent or gentle. I support him with all that I am, and everything the Most High God can move through me, and when it starts to deplete, I will reach deep into the dark and reach high into the light, I will expand in all ways and bring to him what he needs to be successful in this world ….

He is free to be whoever he wishes, and he’s free to be with whoever he wants, I am just glad there is a shift in the brutal reality of life … and it is someone else’s turn to be fodder, while I am gifted a vacation. (Of course, I am a blind woman in love with an invisible man, and of course I long for this connection, but will never seek to bind anything here, for it is the flow which brings success …. however, God did tell him that “Lust will be your downfall”. We’ll just have to wait to see what he chooses. I pray that if he chooses lust God will release me so I do not fall with him … it was no fun the first many times, thank you very much, I pray a different experience, a loving experience.”)

I was never invited to play on the team, but someone has chosen me … this cycle, someone chose me. Many mean people out there say it was just an energy harvest and gifts claimed, and they might be right. I’ve been left alone my whole life, centuries have gone by of this abuse.

I am happy alone. I am accustomed to not being “good enough” for union, only good enough to “harvest”. No one out there wants to build with me, they just want what I am, I get it ….

I willingly gave all that I am to another in order to be catalyst for change. Whatever that cost … obviously it was my life, obviously it involved the underworld, obviously it involved the God who rules over the Land of Trine, the land from which I hail.

I do not know the rules of God’s game.
My memory was wiped time and time again.
My soul moved forward anyway.
God will either carry me home for my service,
Or he will leave me behind …

Either way, the habitual pattern of defiling people, programming them with failure then driving them into it just so they could convict them deceitfully and have a legal reason to harvest them, is over.

Say what you want, God sent me here for purpose. I “fell to tell”, I learned as much as I could about as much as I could, through persevering the punishment of this realm.

God may now know that the Prodigal Son wasn’t guilty as charged, and neither was the Daughter.

This system of suffering is over for humanity; they are exempt, for they were “programmed” and “set up for failure”. God sees it all, and so does the Upper Echelon, the Council of Universes.

As you age, you’ll notice you are not the same, constantly reborn. It is a choice that not all people make. Other species may have different operating procedures, obviously, which require our demise.

Mother Father God Goddess Creators of All That Is, thank you for this life, thank you for bringing the cycle of suffering for humanity and all those they love, to a close.

Aho. Amen. Wado.

Vain Glory, Wicked Guide

Published October 17, 2025 by tindertender

The prayers have been spoken
May the gods be on my side
May they join my way to bring me victory
Seven at one stroke

My triumph and my pride
They will be historyBut behind my enemy’s eyes
Sending disguise
Not only lies

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

What’s hell without a paradise
What’s the night without a day
We would think it’s bright

What’s a fall if we can’t rise
What’s a hero at a play
Without a fool to fight

But behind my enemy’s eyes
Sending disguise
Not only lies

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

But behind my enemy’s eyes
Sending disguise
Not only lies

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

Psychos and their Strict “Training”

Published October 13, 2025 by tindertender

Figures.

They should leave the “mothering” to the mothers.

Friggen psychos.

The Oracle ~ A Prayer

Published September 30, 2025 by tindertender

Creator, please Fortify my Union with the All that Is. Let me Live. Let me Love. Aho. Amen. Wado.

The Prodigal Son is Home

Published September 29, 2025 by tindertender

A survivor has filed criminal charges on the curator and his supporters.

Someone is saying, “Let’s leave these people alone”.

Tyrants feel this woman is humiliating everyone by filing criminal charges for what she survived, what she witnessed and recorded them doing to humanity.

They don’t want these two helping people navigate challenges on their path. They call these two dangerous, because what they’ve experienced, what they’ve learned about self and how to remain in temperance energy even while under extreme duress will destroy their harvesting operation!

They want to “dissolve” the woman. They want to do a thing to them both “at the same time”.

These narcs are accused of attempted extermination of a bloodline, or bloodlines.

They want this source of longevity, this life force vitality. They want this woman’s promise, her gift of long life … which God gave her for such a long suffering, and successful graduation.

Be aware.

The “terminator” agent smiths are out shapeshifting, wielding pistols, trying to cause flat tires and endings.

More Than A Dream?

Published September 29, 2025 by tindertender

Is it more than a dream? The idea of sweet love in wholeness, balanced?

I suppose in a world of wholeness, pleasure and pain would be balanced … a bit of joy, a bit of sorrow … sort of like a sweet and spicy soup that isn’t SO spicy it burns the hairs out of the nose upon consumption.