Oct. 9th, “Earth Woman was given control over the planet”. The curator is furious. He & his trafficking hybrids must leave, cease & desist in their horror fest. He & his interdimensional friends are planning an uicide, leaving a cadaver as placement w/note, while they obtain her, her essence, gifts & covenant. Divine Mother said to, “Be prepared. They won’t survive. Those people won’t obtain you.”
Why did he fall silent after announcing it? Did someone chastise him in his earbud, or neurolink?
Emperor ending the puppeteering of people. He’s freeing the simps and giving them stability w/ land.
Ancestry loyal to shadow demon failed to obtain your billion dollar soul. They’re in a nightmare over their loss. They are the new fodder.
Prideful wise guy spread lies about empaths. Those who were overloaded by abuses are having circumstances restored to rational stability.
Your mission is complete, you’ll no longer be supplying vampires your mind, abundance, or energy.
Mask wearers are in danger. In grief, regret coming for you. Loss of privilege for the feral narcissist and fashion witch.
This is a great YouTube Bible study channel. She’s great with her research!
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?
The crap these masculines come up with is insane! They are insane.
The “breast tax,” or Mulakaram.
Women living in Kerala, India had to pay a significant sum to cover their breasts. Those who couldn’t afford it were forced to appear bare-chested.
This tax was imposed on Shudras and Dalits (the lowest castes in India, to be precise), specifically to show these classes their “AUKAT” (their extremely low social status).
Bare breasts were considered a sign of respect toward people from the higher castes. In a society where men freely ogled women who managed to cover themselves, one can hardly imagine what the poorest women felt, forced to go out without even a veil.
The harmful gazes destroyed these women in every possible way.
Even those who could afford to cover themselves were not spared. Officials in charge had to examine the size and weight of their breasts to determine the tax amount — and of course, these measurements were taken by hand… a complete shame.
Over time, a woman named Nangeli protested this law by cutting off her breasts and presenting them before the disbelieving officials. She soon died from blood loss, and her story sparked violent protests.
Eventually, the law was repealed, but only at the cost of her sacrifice.
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.
Important information.
It’s a spewing of one’s essence, which the unseen watchers or participants can harvest and then use to empower their own personal intention … using the identity which was harvested from as “source” of deed, or intention, of the act done by the one who harvested said energy.
It’s how they layer one’s energetic signature with blame.
Gambled you. Didn’t even try. You ARE the teacher of Love. They buried you centuries ago. Free now.
Unicorn, YOU were to teach Love and lift relationships into higher good! Lustful childish dominator tyrant didn’t want love. They thought lust and brutality and forgery and identity theft was the way to the Kingdom of God. Jacko did not have it in him. They flipped and twisted and martyred the Teacher of Love!! They said She was a soldier of death. LIAR!!!
Your friends network are congratulating you on your commitment to life and family. Enemy cannot mess your mind any more. Everything you no longer need is falling away to make room for the love you deserve. Irresponsible horse playing immaturity has lost.
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