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He And His Have A Death Wish
Published September 13, 2026 by tindertenderIt’s interesting ….
Every time I “hear” a malicious, heinous a-hole insisting “she HAS to be innocent! She is NOT innocent!” to someone he’s trying to coerce into attacking this woman … who?!?! The Soprano Celestial Cardinal?!?! The Daughter of a High Ranking Upper Dimensional Lion?!?!
Those who are full of malice CANNOT recognize innocence. There is NO purity in him. He CANNOT recognize it!!! Those imbeciles doing his bidding will get what they deserve.
You think you’re going to torture this Titan again, and Usurp her authority, identity, and energy?!?! Booooyyyyeeeeeee ……
She’d rather expend every ounce of Life Force ensuring your presence NEVER affects another Human Being or precious child of ANY tribe, human and animal alike.
You wanted to fight with the Mother Cardinal …. Now you’re gonna get what you asked for.
Scum of the Earth and Every Dimension you inhabit. You r a pist traffickers of SOL are going Dooowwwwnnnnn ….
That has been promised “TO HER” by “HE WITH ALL AUTHORITY” and it ain’t any of you cutesy boys out there.
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They (“things” sounding like men) want to harvest the Powerful Spirit and Soul of a High Ranking Celestial “Woman”. Raunchy, incapable “men” need her “power” to function. May they get so effed up, according to their past heinous deeds, they’ll crawl, and never walk again. Whimpering. No one’s going to save you, a-hole. Your plan to “force her into slavery” will destroy your entire bloodline, probably any one else’s bloodline as well, should they attempt to assist you. Scum. Your intention is
The [First] Book of Urizen
Published September 7, 2026 by tindertender(Engraved 1794)
Preludium to the First Book of Urizen
Of the primeval Priest’s assum’d power,
When Eternals spurn’d back his Religion,
And gave him a place in the North,
Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.
Eternals! I hear your call gladly.
Dictate swift wingèd words, and fear not
To unfold your dark visions of torment.
CHAP. I
1. LO, a Shadow of horror is risen
In Eternity! unknown, unprolific,
Self-clos’d, all-repelling. What Demon
Hath form’d this abominable Void,
This soul-shudd’ring Vacuum? Some said
It is Urizen. But unknown, abstracted,
Brooding, secret, the dark Power hid.
2. Times on times he divided, and measur’d
Space by space in his ninefold darkness,
Unseen, unknown; changes appear’d
Like desolate mountains, rifted furious
By the black winds of perturbation.
3. For he strove in battles dire,
In unseen conflictions with Shapes,
Bred from his forsaken wilderness,
Of beast, bird, fish, serpent, and element,
Combustion, blast, vapour, and cloud.
4. Dark, revolving in silent activity,
Unseen in tormenting passions,
An Activity unknown and horrible,
A self-contemplating Shadow,
In enormous labours occupièd.
But Eternals beheld his vast forests;
Ages on ages he lay, clos’d, unknown,
Brooding, shut in the deep; all avoid The petrific, abominable Chaos.
6. His cold horrors, silent, dark Urizen
Prepar’d; his ten thousands of thunders,
Rang’d in gloom’d array, stretch out across
The dread world; and the rolling of wheels, As of swelling seas, sound in his clouds,
In his hills of stor’d snows, in his mountains
Of hail and ice; voices of terror
Are heard, like thunders of autumn,
When the cloud blazes over the harvests.
CHAP. II
1. Earth was not, nor globes of attraction;
The will of the Immortal expanded
Or contracted his all-flexible senses;
Death was not, but Eternal life sprung.
2. The sound of a trumpet the heavens Awoke, and vast clouds of blood roll’d
Round the dim rocks of Urizen, so nam’d
That solitary one in Immensity.
3. Shrill the trumpet! and myriads of Eternity
Muster around the bleak deserts, Now fill’d with clouds, darkness, and waters,
That roll’d perplex’d, lab’ring; and utter’d
Words articulate, bursting in thunders,
That roll’d on the tops of his mountains:—
4. ‘From the depths of dark solitude, from The Eternal abode in my Holiness,
Hidden, set apart, in my stern counsels,
Reserv’d for the days of futurity,
I have sought for a joy without pain,
For a solid without fluctuation. Why will you die, O Eternals?
Why live in unquenchable burnings?
5. ‘First I fought with the fire, consum’d
Inwards into a deep world within,
A Void immense, wild, dark and deep, Where nothing was—Nature’s wide womb;
And self-balanc’d, stretch’d o’er the void,
I alone, even I! the winds merciless
Bound; but condensing in torrents
They fall and fall; strong I repell’d
The vast waves, and arose on the waters
A wide World of solid obstruction.
6. ‘Here alone I, in books form’d of metals,
Have written the secrets of Wisdom,
The secrets of dark Contemplation,
By fightings and conflicts dire
With terrible monsters sin-bred,
Which the bosoms of all inhabit—
Seven deadly Sins of the Soul.
7. ‘Lo! I unfold my darkness, and on
This rock place, with strong hand, the Book
Of Eternal brass, written in my solitude:
8. ‘Laws of peace, of love, of unity,
Of pity, compassion, forgiveness;
Let each choose one habitation,
His ancient infinite mansion,
One command, one joy, one desire,
One curse, one weight, one measure,
One King, one God, one Law.’
CHAP. III
1. The voice ended: they saw his pale visage
Emerge from the darkness, his hand
On the rock of Eternity unclasping
The Book of brass. Rage seiz’d the strong—
2. Rage, fury, intense indignation,
In cataracts of fire, blood, and gall,
In whirlwinds of sulphurous smoke,
And enormous forms of energy,
In living creations appear’d,
In the flames of eternal fury.
3. Sund’ring, dark’ning, thund’ring,
Rent away with a terrible crash,
Eternity roll’d wide apart,
Wide asunder rolling;
Mountainous, all around
Departing, departing, departing,
Leaving ruinous fragments of life,
Hanging, frowning cliffs, and, all between,
An Ocean of voidness unfathomable.
4. The roaring fires ran o’er the heav’ns
In whirlwinds and cataracts of blood, And o’er the dark deserts of Urizen
Fires pour thro’ the void, on all sides,
On Urizen’s self-begotten armies.
5. But no light from the fires! all was darkness
In the flames of Eternal fury.
6. In fierce anguish and quenchless flames
To the deserts and rocks he ran raging,
To hide; but he could not. Combining,
He dug mountains and hills in vast strength,
He pilèd them in incessant labour, In howlings and pangs and fierce madness,
Long periods in burning fires labouring;
Till hoary, and age-broke, and aged,
In despair and the shadows of death.
7. And a roof vast, petrific, around On all sides he fram’d, like a womb,
Where thousands of rivers, in veins
Of blood, pour down the mountains to cool
The eternal fires, beating without
From Eternals; and like a black Globe, View’d by sons of Eternity, standing
On the shore of the infinite ocean,
Like a human heart, struggling and beating,
The vast world of Urizen appear’d.
8. And Los, round the dark globe of Urizen, Kept watch for Eternals to confine
The obscure separation alone;
For Eternity stood wide apart,
As the stars are apart from the earth.
9. Los wept, howling around the dark Demon, And cursing his lot; for in anguish
Urizen was rent from his side,
And a fathomless Void for his feet,
And intense fires for his dwelling.
But Urizen, laid in a stony sleep, Unorganiz’d, rent from Eternity.
11. The Eternals said: ‘What is this? Death?
Urizen is a clod of clay!’
12. Los howl’d in a dismal stupor,
Groaning, gnashing, groaning, Till the wrenching apart was hearèd.
13. But the wrenching of Urizen heal’d not.
Cold, featureless, flesh or clay,
Rifted with direful changes,
He lay in a dreamless night,
14. Till Los rous’d his fires, affrighted
At the formless, unmeasurable Death.
CHAP. IV
1. Los, smitten with astonishment,
Frighten’d at the hurtling bones
2. And at the surging, sulphureous, Perturbèd, immortal, mad raging
3. In whirlwinds, and pitch, and nitre
Round the furious limbs of Los.
4. And Los formèd nets and gins,
And threw the nets round about.
5. He watch’d in shudd’ring fear
The dark changes, and bound every change
With rivets of iron and brass.
6. And these were the changes of Urizen:—
CHAP. IV
1. Ages on ages roll’d over him;
In stony sleep ages roll’d over him,
Like a dark waste stretching, changeable,
By earthquakes riv’n, belching sullen fires:
On ages roll’d ages in ghastly
Sick torment; around him in whirlwinds Of darkness the Eternal Prophet howl’d,
Beating still on his rivets of iron,
Pouring solder of iron; dividing
The horrible night into watches.
2. And Urizen (so his eternal name) His prolific delight obscur’d more and more,
In dark secrecy hiding in surging
Sulphureous fluid his phantasies.
The Eternal Prophet heav’d the dark bellows,
And turn’d restless the tongs, and the hammer Incessant beat, forging chains new and new,
Numb’ring with links hours, days, and years.
3. The Eternal mind, bounded, began to roll
Eddies of wrath, ceaseless, round and round,
And the sulphureous foam, surging thick, Settled, a lake, bright and shining clear,
White as the snow on the mountains cold.
4. Forgetfulness, dumbness, necessity,
In chains of the mind lockèd up,
Like fetters of ice shrinking together, Disorganiz’d, rent from Eternity,
Los beat on his fetters of iron;
And heated his furnaces, and pour’d
Iron solder and solder of brass.
5. Restless turn’d the Immortal, enchain’d, Heaving dolorous, anguish’d, unbearable;
Till a roof, shaggy, wild, enclos’d
In an orb his fountain of thought.
6. In a horrible, dreamful slumber,
Like the linkèd infernal chain, A vast Spine writh’d in torment
Upon the winds, shooting pain’d
Ribs, like a bending cavern;
And bones of solidness froze
Over all his nerves of joy—
And a first Age passèd over,
And a state of dismal woe.
7. From the caverns of his jointed Spine
Down sunk with fright a red
Round Globe, hot, burning, deep, Deep down into the Abyss;
Panting, conglobing, trembling,
Shooting out ten thousand branches
Around his solid bones—
And a second Age passèd over, And a state of dismal woe.
8. In harrowing fear rolling round,
His nervous Brain shot branches
Round the branches of his Heart,
On high, into two little orbs, And fixèd in two little caves,
Hiding carefully from the wind,
His Eyes beheld the deep—
And a third Age passèd over,
And a state of dismal woe.
9. The pangs of hope began.
In heavy pain, striving, struggling,
Two Ears, in close volutions,
From beneath his orbs of vision
Shot spiring out, and petrified As they grew—And a fourth Age passèd,
And a state of dismal woe.
10. In ghastly torment sick,
Hanging upon the wind,
Two Nostrils bent down to the deep—
And a fifth Age passèd over,
And a state of dismal woe.
11. In ghastly torment sick,
Within his ribs bloated round
A craving, hungry Cavern; Thence arose his channell’d Throat,
And, like a red flame, a Tongue
Of thirst and of hunger appear’d—
And a sixth Age passèd over,
And a state of dismal woe.
12. Enragèd and stifled with torment,
He threw his right Arm to the North,
His left Arm to the South,
Shooting out in anguish deep,
And his Feet stamp’d the nether Abyss In trembling and howling and dismay—
And a [seventh] 1 Age passèd over,
And a state of dismal woe.
CHAP. V
1. In terrors Los shrunk from his task:
His great hammer fell from his hand; His fires beheld, and sickening
Hid their strong limbs in smoke;
For with noises, ruinous, loud,
With hurtlings and clashings and groans,
The Immortal endur’d his chains, Tho’ bound in a deadly sleep.
2. All the myriads of Eternity,
All the wisdom and joy of life
Roll like a sea around him;
Except what his little orbs Of sight by degrees unfold.
3. And now his Eternal life,
Like a dream, was obliterated.
4. Shudd’ring, the Eternal Prophet smote
With a stroke from his North to South region. The bellows and hammer are silent now;
A nerveless silence his prophetic voice
Seiz’d; a cold Solitude and dark Void
The Eternal Prophet and Urizen clos’d.
5. Ages on ages roll’d over them, Cut off from life and light, frozen
Into horrible forms of deformity.
Los suffer’d his fires to decay;
Then he look’d back with anxious desire,
But the Space, undivided by existence, Struck horror into his soul.
6. Los wept, obscur’d with mourning,
His bosom earthquak’d with sighs;
He saw Urizen, deadly, black,
In his chains bound; and Pity began,
7. In anguish dividing and dividing—
For Pity divides the soul—
In pangs, Eternity on Eternity,
Life in cataracts pour’d down his cliffs.
The Void shrunk the lymph into Nerves, Wand’ring wide on the bosom of night,
And left a round globe of blood
Trembling upon the Void.
Thus the Eternal Prophet was divided
Before the death image of Urizen; For in changeable clouds and darkness,
In a winterly night beneath,
The Abyss of Los stretch’d immense;
And now seen, now obscur’d, to the eyes
Of Eternals the visions remote Of the dark separation appear’d:
As glasses discover Worlds
In the endless Abyss of space,
So the expanding eyes of Immortals
Beheld the dark visions of Los, And the globe of life-blood trembling.
8. The globe of life-blood trembled,
Branching out into roots,
Fibrous, writhing upon the winds,
Fibres of blood, milk, and tears, In pangs, Eternity on Eternity.
At length in tears and cries embodièd,
A Female form, trembling and pale,
Waves before his deathy face.
9. All Eternity shudder’d at sight Of the first Female, now separate,
Pale as a cloud of snow,
Waving before the face of Los.
10. Wonder, awe, fear, astonishment
Petrify the Eternal myriads At the first Female form now separate.
They call’d her Pity, and fled.
11. ‘Spread a Tent with strong curtains around them!
Let cords and stakes bind in the Void,
That Eternals may no more behold them.’
12. They began to weave curtains of darkness,
They erected large pillars round the Void,
With golden hooks fasten’d in the pillars;
With infinite labour the Eternals
A woof wove, and callèd it Science.
CHAP. VI
1. But Los saw the Female, and pitièd;
He embrac’d her; she wept, she refus’d;
In perverse and cruel delight
She fled from his arms, yet he follow’d.
2. Eternity shudder’d when they saw
Man begetting his likeness
On his own Divided Image!
3. A time passèd over: the Eternals
Began to erect the tent,
When Enitharmon, sick,
Felt a Worm within her womb.
4. Yet helpless it lay, like a Worm
In the trembling womb,
To be moulded into existence.
5. All day the Worm lay on her bosom;
All night within her womb
The Worm lay till it grew to a Serpent,
With dolorous hissings and poisons
Round Enitharmon’s loins folding.
6. Coil’d within Enitharmon’s womb
The Serpent grew, casting its scales;
With sharp pangs the hissings began
To change to a grating cry—
Many sorrows and dismal throes,
Many forms of fish, bird, and beast
Brought forth an Infant form
Where was a Worm before.
7. The Eternals their tent finishèd,
Alarm’d with these gloomy visions,
When Enitharmon, groaning,
Produc’d a Man-Child to the light.
8. A shriek ran thro’ Eternity,
And a paralytic stroke,
At the birth of the Human Shadow.
9. Delving earth in his resistless way,
Howling, the Child with fierce flames
Issu’d from Enitharmon.
10. The Eternals closèd the tent;
They beat down the stakes, the cords
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Stretch’d for a work of Eternity—
No more Los beheld Eternity!
11. In his hands he seiz’d the Infant,
He bathèd him in springs of sorrow,
He gave him to Enitharmon.
CHAP. VII
1. They namèd the child Orc; he grew,
Fed with milk of Enitharmon.
2. Los awoke her. O sorrow and pain!
A tight’ning girdle grew
Around his bosom. In sobbings
He burst the girdle in twain; But still another girdle
Oppress’d his bosom. In sobbings
Again he burst it. Again
Another girdle succeeds.
The girdle was form’d by day; By night was burst in twain.
3. These falling down on the Rock
Into an iron Chain,
In each other link by link lock’d.
4. They took Orc to the top of a mountain. O how Enitharmon wept!
They chain’d his young limbs to the Rock
With the Chain of Jealousy,
Beneath Urizen’s deathful Shadow.
5. The Dead heard the voice of the Child, And began to awake from sleep;
All things heard the voice of the Child,
And began to awake to life.
6. And Urizen, craving with hunger,
Stung with the odours of Nature, Explor’d his dens around.
7. He form’d a line and a plummet
To divide the Abyss beneath;
He form’d a dividing rule;
He formèd massy weights;
He formèd a brazen quadrant;
He formèd golden compasses,
And began to explore the Abyss;
And he planted a garden of fruits.
9. But Los encircled Enitharmon
With fires of Prophecy
From the sight of Urizen and Orc.
10. And she bore an enormous race.
CHAP. VIII
1. Urizen explor’d his dens,
Mountain, moor, and wilderness,
With a globe of fire lighting his journey—
A fearful journey, annoy’d
By cruel enormities, forms
Of life on his forsaken mountains.
2. And his World teem’d vast enormities,
Fright’ning, faithless, fawning,
Portions of life, similitudes
Of a foot, or a hand, or a head,
Or a heart, or an eye; they swam mischievous, Dread terrors, delighting in blood!
3. Most Urizen sicken’d to see
His eternal creations appear,
Sons and daughters of sorrow, on mountains,
Weeping, wailing. First Thiriel appear’d, Astonish’d at his own existence,
Like a man from a cloud born; and Utha,
From the waters emerging, laments;
Grodna rent the deep earth, howling,
Amaz’d; his heavens immense crack Like the ground parch’d with heat; then Fuzon
Flam’d out, first begotten, last born;
All his Eternal sons in like manner;
His daughters, from green herbs and cattle,
From monsters and worms of the pit.
4. He in darkness clos’d view’d all his race,
And his soul sicken’d! He curs’d
Both sons and daughters; for he saw
That no flesh nor spirit could keep
His iron laws one moment. 5. For he saw that Life liv’d upon Death:
The Ox in the slaughter-house moans;
The Dog at the wintry door;
And he wept, and he callèd it Pity,
And his tears flowèd down on the winds.
6. Cold he wander’d on high, over their Cities,
In weeping and pain and woe;
And wherever he wander’d, in sorrows
Upon the agèd Heavens,
A cold Shadow follow’d behind him Like a spider’s web, moist, cold, and dim,
Drawing out from his sorrowing soul,
The dungeon-like heaven dividing,
Wherever the footsteps of Urizen
Walkèd over the cities in sorrow;
7. Till a Web, dark and cold, throughout all
The tormented element stretch’d
From the sorrows of Urizen’s soul.
And the Web is a Female in embryo;
None could break the Web, no wings of fire,
8. So twisted the cords, and so knotted
The meshes, twisted like to the human brain.
9. And all call’d it the Net of Religion.
CHAP. IX
1. Then the Inhabitants of those Cities
Felt their Nerves change into Marrow, And hardening Bones began
In swift diseases and torments,
In throbbings and shootings and grindings,
Thro’ all the coasts; till weaken’d
The Senses inward rush’d, shrinking Beneath the dark Net of infection;
2. Till the shrunken eyes, clouded over,
Discern’d not the woven Hypocrisy;
But the streaky slime in their heavens,
Brought together by narrowing perceptions, Appear’d transparent air; for their eyes
Grew small like the eyes of a man,
And, in reptile forms shrinking together,
Of seven feet stature they remain’d.
3. Six days they shrunk up from existence, And on the seventh day they rested,
And they bless’d the seventh day, in sick hope,
And forgot their Eternal life.
4. And their Thirty Cities divided
In form of a Human Heart. No more could they rise at will
In the infinite Void, but bound down
To earth by their narrowing perceptions,
They livèd a period of years;
Then left a noisome body To the jaws of devouring darkness.
5. And their children wept, and built
Tombs in the desolate places,
And form’d Laws of Prudence, and call’d them
The Eternal Laws of God.
6. And the Thirty Cities remain’d,
Surrounded by salt floods, now call’d
Africa: its name was then Egypt.
7. The remaining sons of Urizen
Beheld their brethren shrink together Beneath the Net of Urizen.
Persuasion was in vain;
For the ears of the inhabitants
Were wither’d and deafen’d and cold,
And their eyes could not discern Their brethren of other cities.
8. So Fuzon call’d all together
The remaining children of Urizen,
And they left the pendulous earth.
They callèd it Egypt, and left it.
9. And the salt Ocean rollèd englob’d.
9/11 :: A New Perspective
Published September 5, 2026 by tindertenderMK Ultra Survivor Speaks
Published September 5, 2026 by tindertender
Calming the Inner Storm, at Will. A Lesson Worth Learning.
Published August 22, 2026 by tindertenderEvery Child Should Learn to Master Their “Circle”, the “Core of Their Temple”.
Not necessarily to “fight” but to “Manage the Essence of the Toroidal Field in a Good Way”.




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Cursing the Mother’s Crown
Published August 20, 2026 by tindertenderMother of Eternal Sorrow
They curse her with sorrow every September 15.
This year, I hear someone’s coming for “harvest” September 17.
The Sorrowful Mother, also known as Our Lady of Sorrows or Mater Dolorosa, is a major title for Mary, the mother of Jesus. It focuses on her deep emotional pain and suffering during the life and death of her son Jesus. Her feast day is September 15.
The Seven SorrowsSimeon’s Prophecy: Mary hears that a sword will pierce her soul.
The Flight into Egypt: Mary and Joseph flee with baby Jesus to escape danger.
Loss of Jesus: Jesus is lost in the temple for three days.
Meeting on the Way to Calvary: Mary sees Jesus carry his heavy cross.
The Crucifixion: Mary stands at the foot of the cross as Jesus dies.
Taking Down the Body: Jesus is taken down from the cross.
The Burial: Jesus is placed in the tomb.
Art and Prayer
Art: Artists show her with a sad face, tears, or a heart pierced by seven swords. Michelangelo’s Pietà is a famous example.
Hymns: The Stabat Mater is a famous medieval poem and hymn about her standing by the cross.
Devotion: People pray the Chaplet of the Seven Sorrows to reflect on her pain and find comfort in their own hard times.








I heard 7 years ago they retrieved her ashes and “cancelled her contract”.
Dis-Eased Emeffers Fed Up Over A Woman Who Survived Their Torture and Is Taking Everything Away From Them!!!!
Published August 12, 2026 by tindertenderI heard a masculine voice say, “Don’t forget the car!” There are folks out there having fantasy about you “separating from the magician.” They say every time you have sexx you strengthen your bond. They’re trying to convince each other they can “harvest your wealth” and remind each other to “not forget the car.
I heard a masculine state that “he feels dead inside.” He and his are “thinking” of str*ngulation. They’re trying need a host body with life-force in it, a Rainbow Covenant.
There are still a couple of them that sound “like men” but the others sound like they have “fallen.”
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They are saying they have her signature. They are penning a letter. It shall read, “She saved the children, made a safe place for the people, and understands she must now “pay” for what she has done.” They’re going to frame it as she, sacrificing herself, to “suffer” for her sins.
They are penning, “She understands the consequences of her actions ….” Yadayadayada.
He is reminded, “she hears everything you are saying. That means everyone else does to.
Someone is “bothered” about this “restitution”. They say she has the strength …… and complain about geometry.
They’re talking about the “transference of the United States. They’re talking about the USA Marine Corp.
Sounds like they are writing some sort of a “confession” for the “tribunal”.
These fellows are pretty sick …. They call her a prostitute. Said she was part of their prostitution ring. They’re trying to frame her as a willing defiler of self.
Ooooohhhhhhh …… tempter…… is what they are calling her.
These are a bunch of jealous, slandering ones, with intent to frame, unalive, steal her inner power …. They’re upset over Jesus Christ for some reason.
They say, “She has to be innocent.”
These women haters are so pissed!!!! They’re losing everything, including their “illusion” of “being human.”
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They are talking about “herpes” on the magistrate. They are speaking of her developing it on her face. They call her disgusting. They are ridiculing anyone who dare “transfer” a “diseased woman” or authorize her authority.
It was always “these men” who have spread this disease among women, children, and gentle men. Then they project their own self loathing regarding it onto them.
They’re upset saysatan has control over the future and she has no idea what is gonna happen to her.
He “knows exactly what he’s gonna do to her. He’s asking for her picture. He’s gonna do a ‘transfer.”
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Jack azzes are calling her “the Original Sinner.” Accusing her of eating the forbidden fruit, the psychedelic mushroom, which forced destroyer psycho Felix confusion and destruction into the Creator’s Creation.
With the “history” of these “men” locking women up in mental asylums, force feeding the psychedelics to eff with their minds, while r*ping their Sacred Temples, it is “obvious” the “sin” was NOT her choice, but “given to her” and then they used her vulnerable condition to “claim” she did it herself … when in fact, it was done by those chosen to protect her, who hated her, who purposefully tried to destroy her “Royal Soprano Psychic Mind” while using her identity, and energy, to cast psychedelic warfare over the Kingdom of the Celestial Fathers “in her name.”
Jealousy in men who hate powerful, Royal Lineages, especially the Women in them, did their very best to “use them to wage psychological warfare” against the Cosmic Prime Source Creator.
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Curator is saying “she hears you” and he replies, “he knows she does.” He wants her LOUDLY identified!!!
I Comply, Sir.
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They are all saying you need to understand something about satans realm. They say the magistrate will SUFFA for what she has done to their kingdom!!!!!
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A female claims later this week Satan will regain control. They need ME. Apparently “I” carry the magistrates Energy. They gonna gut me .. they’re on their way.
Stone People & Leaf People Showing Up!!!
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🔥 STOP TELLING YOUR CHILDREN THEY CAN BE ANYTHING THEY WANT.
Published August 5, 2026 by tindertenderTell them something far more beautiful.
Tell them they can become everything they were created to be.
Those are not the same message.
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Rome tells children:
“You can be whatever you want.”
That sounds empowering.
But hidden inside that statement is an enormous burden.
Now a child believes they must invent themselves.
Create their own identity.
Determine their own purpose.
Become whoever they decide.
Identity becomes a personal construction project.
If they choose poorly…
They believe they have failed at becoming themselves.
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The Kingdom tells a different story.
You were never created to invent yourself.
You were created to discover yourself.
Before there was assignment…
There was identity.
Before there was performance…
There was design.
Before there was striving…
There was intention.
You are not an accident trying to become someone.
You are someone learning to remember who you have always been.
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This is why I use the word agency so often.
Agency is not unlimited freedom.
Agency is righteous discretion inside divine intention.
Think about it this way.
When a company hires a marketing agency…
The company provides the mission.
The agency determines how to faithfully accomplish it.
The agency has freedom.
But it is freedom inside purpose.
Not freedom without purpose.
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That is how Heaven operates.
The Father did not send you here to “wing it.”
He sent you with an assignment.
A design.
A nature.
A way of reflecting Him that no one else can.
You have tremendous freedom…
But your freedom exists inside your identity.
Not apart from it.
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This is why two people can become doctors…
And only one is walking in their assignment.
Two people can become pastors…
And only one was actually called to shepherd.
Two people can become entrepreneurs…
And only one is building from their original design.
The occupation isn’t the identity.
It’s simply one possible expression of it.
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Imagine an oak tree deciding it wants to become a dolphin.
Rome applauds the choice.
Heaven grieves the confusion.
Not because choice is evil…
But because the oak will spend its entire life trying to become something it was never designed to sustain.
Real freedom isn’t becoming anything.
Real freedom is becoming fully yourself.
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Parents…
Your greatest responsibility is not helping your child become successful.
It is helping them recognize who they already are.
Pay attention to the child they naturally were.
What captured their attention?
What burdens broke their heart?
What came naturally before comparison?
Before shame?
Before performance?
Before the world told them who they should become?
Often the earliest clues point toward their original design.
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A child who naturally comforts people may become a counselor…
Or a nurse…
Or a teacher…
Or a pastor…
Or simply a mother or father who heals generations.
The assignment can look different.
The identity remains the same.
A child who naturally builds may become an architect…
A mechanic…
An engineer…
A business owner…
Or someone who builds communities.
Again…
The expression changes.
The blueprint does not.
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This is why identity must come before career.
Character before achievement.
Assignment before ambition.
Otherwise children spend decades climbing ladders…
Only to discover they were leaning against the wrong wall.
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The world celebrates unlimited options.
Heaven celebrates original design.
The world says:
“Become whoever you want.”
The Father says:
“Come home to who I created you to be.”
One creates endless anxiety.
The other creates deep peace.
Because you no longer have to invent a life.
You simply have to faithfully express the one already entrusted to you.
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Don’t raise children who believe freedom means becoming anyone.
Raise children who understand that true freedom is having the courage to become themselves.
Because identity-anchored agency will always produce more life than identity-less free will.
One asks,
“Who do I want to become?”
The other asks,
“Who was I always created to be, and how can I faithfully express that in the world?”
That question changes everything.
