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The Devils Look Just Like Us and They Call Themselves Leaders

Published February 7, 2026 by tindertender

836 years ago, the Jews of the English city of Norwich were convicted of the ritual murder of the Catholic child William of Norwich. Another widely documented blood libel.

Getting rid of human rights and freedom of speech? Get rid of individual property rights?

Dangers of Astral Sex ~ Dream Lover Tag and Harvest Program

Published February 1, 2026 by tindertender

These vampiric nasties don’t even need to introduce themselves in order to “tag” and claim a womb for harvest. All it takes is a “dream” with a dream “lover”.

You will never know most who draw off your womb if you are entertaining Dream lovers or masterbating.

They instigate masterbation dreams while folks sleep and use the “O” to cast the illusion an actual sexxual encounter occurred.

They use it to forge marriage contracts in the astral. A false priest forges a contract vowing they witnessed consummation. It’s one of their favorite ways to “harvest” a male or female. It’s why they see most all women as prostitures.

They feel that if a woman (or male) is isolated and single, they can do whatever they want with their spirit and energy in the astral space, in the dream space.

Edit: someone accused me of “pushing fear for entertainment” and stated they were led to leave the channel. I did not share this “personal experience and testimony” to “push fear”. I shared it in the hopes people can train themselves to wake up during such attempt to harvest, and stop feeding the unseen beast. Of course those who are sensitive may glitch regarding this truth. I mean no offense. This is very serious. More serious than most understand.

She Was 14 When They Sold Her

Published February 1, 2026 by tindertender

She was 14 when they sold her to a stranger—but the choice she made on her wedding night changed everything. This is the story of survival, steel, and the kind of courage that reshapes destiny.

[Author’s note: While specific details of this individual remain unverified, the following represents the reality faced by countless young women in the American frontier during the 1860s-1870s, when child marriages were legal and women’s autonomy was often negotiated by men.]

The year was 1867, somewhere in the vast American West where marriage contracts were signed like property deeds and daughters were bargaining chips.

She was fourteen years old when her father shook hands with a man who could have been her grandfather. Silver coins changed hands. A wedding date was announced. Her entire future was determined in a conversation she wasn’t allowed to attend.

They gave her a white dress that didn’t fit. They told her to smile. They said she was lucky.

She didn’t feel lucky. She felt trapped.

But here’s what her father and her husband-to-be didn’t understand: desperation doesn’t make people weak. It makes them dangerous. And cornered animals don’t surrender—they fight.

On her wedding night, while the household slept off celebration whiskey, she made the decision that would define everything that followed.

No goodbye note. No second thoughts. No looking back.

Just a mule from the stable, a stolen knife, the clothes on her back, and the kind of determination that transforms terror into action.

The frontier was merciless to runaways, especially young women alone. The cold cut through her thin dress like razors. Hunger became her constant shadow. Every town was a risk—someone might recognize her, might return her to the husband who owned her by law.

But survival is the greatest teacher.

She learned to trap rabbits. She learned to shoot straight. She learned to make herself invisible when strangers rode past. She learned that being underestimated was sometimes the best protection.

For months, she worked cattle ranches under borrowed names, her hands transforming from soft and pampered to calloused and capable. Her arms grew strong from hauling water. Her back grew straight from refusing to break.

Every sunrise she survived was proof of something: she was stronger than the men who’d traded her like livestock.

Every meal she earned herself tasted like freedom.
Every skill she mastered was another lock on the door to the life they’d planned for her.

Five years of grit, sweat, and absolute refusal to surrender led her to an opportunity most people said was impossible.

A blacksmith—an older man who’d lost his sons to war and his wife to illness—took a chance on her. Maybe he saw something in her desperation. Maybe he just needed help and didn’t care about convention.

She never gave him reason to regret it.

Her hammer strikes found rhythm. The forge became her meditation. The heat that would drive others away felt like purification. She learned to read metal like people read books—how it moved when heated, when it was ready to shape, when to strike and when to wait.

The work was brutal. The heat was suffocating. The burns were constant.

She’d never been happier.

When the old blacksmith died, he left her his tools, his forge, and his reputation. She was nineteen years old.

She opened her own smithy in a town that didn’t know her history. The sign outside read simply: “Metalwork. All jobs considered.”

Something shifted in that community.

The same men who’d insisted women belonged in kitchens or brothels or marriage beds found themselves waiting in line for her craftsmanship. Her horseshoes didn’t break after one season. Her metalwork didn’t bend under pressure. Her repairs lasted longer than the original construction.

Her reputation didn’t need defending. Her work spoke louder than gossip.

Word spread across three counties: there’s a woman blacksmith who won’t take payment until you’re satisfied, and she’s never had to refund a single coin.

They say her father heard the stories. They say he rode past her shop once—saw the sparks flying like stars against the darkness, heard the hammer singing like thunder against the anvil, watched the smoke rising from the forge like a signal fire.

They say he kept riding.

Because what could he say to her? The daughter he’d sold was gone. The woman standing in that forge, covered in soot and sweat and success, owed him nothing.

She never married. Never apologized. Never softened her hands again.

She never forgot where she came from, but she refused—absolutely refused—to let that beginning dictate her ending.

Because here’s what her story teaches us:
Your worth isn’t determined by people who see you as currency. Your story doesn’t end where someone else’s greed begins. The only prison that truly holds you is the one you accept as permanent.

Freedom isn’t handed over in signed documents or legal declarations. Real freedom—the kind that can’t be revoked by law or custom or opinion—is forged in fire, one decision at a time, by hands that refuse to stay soft and hearts that refuse to stay broken.

The girl who was sold at fourteen didn’t become a victim. She became a blacksmith. She became her own rescue. She became proof that the future is not written by the people who tried to own your past.
Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is survive the story they wrote for you.

And then pick up the hammer and forge your own ending.

One strike at a time.

Mind Control

Published February 1, 2026 by tindertender

This video is from the 1980’s
Your mind IS being altered from outside sources.

One of the cruelest executions in recorded history

Published January 31, 2026 by tindertender

One of the cruelest executions in recorded history did not end with death.

It ended with silence, disbelief, and a small creature refusing to let go.

Mary, Queen of Scots had once been a crowned queen of France and Scotland, raised in courts of power and ceremony. But by the final years of her life, she was no longer a ruler—only a prisoner. Accused of conspiring against the English crown, she had fled Scotland hoping for protection from her cousin, Elizabeth I. Instead, she walked into captivity.

For nearly two decades, Mary lived under guard. Letters were intercepted. Conversations were monitored. Every movement was weighed for treason. Eventually, the verdict was decided long before any formal judgment was pronounced. The crown demanded finality.

On a cold February morning in 1587, Mary was led into the great hall of Fotheringhay Castle. The room was stark—stone walls, wooden beams, muted light filtering through narrow windows. Waiting at the center was a low wooden block and a simple, worn executioner’s axe. It was not ceremonial. It was not sharp.

Mary entered dressed deliberately. Beneath a dark outer gown, she wore deep crimson—symbolic of martyrdom. Witnesses later wrote that she appeared calm, even resolute. She forgave the executioner. She prayed aloud. Then she knelt.
The first blow fell.
It did not kill her.

The axe struck poorly, glancing off the back of her head. A gasp rippled through the hall. Mary cried out—not in defiance, but in pain. The executioner recoiled, stunned by his failure.

The second strike came quickly, driven by panic rather than precision. Still, it was not enough. Blood stained the block. Witnesses later swore they heard her voice again, echoing through the chamber—proof that she was still alive.
Only the third blow ended it.

Silence followed. The executioner grasped her head by the hair and raised it to show the assembled officials, declaring the sentence complete. But the moment did not end cleanly.
The head slipped from his grasp.
Her lips were still moving.
Her eyes were open.

Some believed it was a final reflex. Others whispered of something more unsettling. No one spoke aloud.

As attendants moved forward to remove the body, another shock emerged—small, sudden, and deeply human. From beneath the folds of Mary’s skirts, a tiny dog crawled out. It had been hidden there the entire time.

The animal trembled, its white fur stained dark with blood. It pressed itself against her body and refused to move. Officials tried to pull it away. It resisted. It returned. Again and again.

Even in death, Mary was not alone.

The dog was finally carried away, still struggling, still loyal.

The body was taken. The hall was cleared. The witnesses left—some shaken, some silent, some convinced they had just seen more than justice.
This was not merely an execution.

It was a spectacle of political fear. A failure of mercy. A moment where power exposed its own brutality.

And long after the blood was washed from the stone floor, one image remained burned into memory—not the axe, not the crown, not the accusation.

But a small dog, emerging from beneath a fallen queen, refusing to abandon her.
History recorded the death.
But it never forgot the loyalty.

Why am I attached to the Cloud?

Published January 30, 2026 by tindertender

6G is Life Force Energy Harvesting Technology

The president was just speaking about 6G and how they could “look inside” people now.

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1Dyb2766nF/?mibextid=wwXIfr

Humans Are Batteries

Confessions of a Brainwashing Expert?

Published January 27, 2026 by tindertender

May the Devil Curator of Human Life-Force be Recycled

Published January 23, 2026 by tindertender

He’s trying to “gatekeep” the Universal Gatekeeper.

These nasty’s have denied ascension and transfer to those who have graduated their initiations many lifetimes. They seem to have have a “program” and agreement amongst themselves that the Earth Angels get flipped and copycatted at graduation, and their rewards, merit, identity, honor all “transferred” into that copycat who takes their place, while the real graduate is sacrificed, recycled, reborn into the same, if not more severe life path. Their intention is to keep trapped the star and harvest their energy and wealth forever, living as them, wearing their badge of honor.

It’s a little sickening to watch this tyrant try to fabricate some prince of peace story for their history books. He’s claiming the effort of the Mother’s, aligned Divinely with the Upper Realms. He’s a really bad actor and copycat. He insists his dominator skills makes him a peaceful entity.

I wonder if he will be dominated?
That whole tribe …
Doesn’t the Bible say it will be last?

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There seems to be a priest (or priests) who has/have been in charge of “transferring” people into an ascended realm after graduation, a new and improved body and life. He has been denying women their ascension. He has been flipping them into south node, harvesting her wealth, authority, reward, energy, identity, memory … for centuries!! Keeping the Roses in a perpetual state of stagnation, recycling them through the same, or worse, lower vibrational lives and states of suffering.

I pray he/they has/have, or will, lose his/their authority now that this research has provided irrefutable evidence of his/their stance in this regard. The proof is in his/their adamant refusal and insistence that the young man who wants to be with her “drop it”.

They harvest the actual angel, put her/his memories and identity and energy into a copycat, then tell these young men “that” is what they are allowed to partner with … the old men keep the true angel, the true feminine powerhouse, away from these youngers, they do NOT want competitors … they do NOT want these men and their “real” angel to become a powerhouse and over throw them.

These old men have a contract with the devil … to “feed” them these divine females/males, the “trump cards and roses” to allow them to “prostitute” their energy … these old men are traitors to the Mother Father God Goddess, to their Children AND to All living beings. These “priests” are the devils servants. They have been keeping the children of God in stagnation for centuries, draining their life-force, for centuries, while wearing the identity, and living a life of luxury, they themselves have never rightfully earned.

Thankfully, God was listening while this priest argued, and kept denying, this powerful woman her right to ascend. There is a masculine that really wants to build with her, but this priest won’t let him … he is denying her passage, and is denying this young man the opportunity to be Great, to partner with someone who can really help him build something wonderful.

No. This priest wants to dress up a sexy body in the angels energy and tell him to just go be lustful, to pretend … but this particular young man sounds serious about wanting to build with this woman, to become all that they can be, and to have children with great potential, to Create a Powerful Family Tree.

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I used to beg them to stop.
Then I realized that only excited them.
So I trained myself to stop reacting,
I trained myself to purposefully respond.
I no longer care what they do, what they say, what they need.
The Most High God is here, and the Mother, too,
Fed Up with what they’ve been doing,
To Me, and to You.
Amen.
Wado.

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The past 3 days have felt different. The nasty jacks seem to be hiding. Whenever they realize I’m focusing attention on the sound of them, they seem to shrink into the shadows. I heard yesterday, they were receiving sentencing for prostituting humans around the Universe.

Just now, I received some channeled messaging in another language. He seemed very sincere, sort of like, something serious is happening, right now.

One of the words was “eeia” in hawaiian, which means “here” in english.
It can also be spelled “eyah” in arabic, which means “him” in english.
Take it as it resonates …

Some have said recently God was coming, that he was on his way. Could it be they are here now? I am thinking this could be the sudden event I’ve been picking up on. Apparently, God is bringing the Mother, or is coming to retrieve her … for she has been a prisoner of war … newly emancipated. There is talk of “timeline convergence” which I am picking up as the “fragments”, the separated parts of Body, Spirit, Soul that had gone through many shatterings, are all coming together.

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You may feel a poking in the medulla oblongata area. These unseen nasties are trying to “tap into” the temples control center. (Don’t take the message if it doesn’t apply to you).

AI Overview

Know Your Brain: Medulla Oblongata
The medulla oblongata is the lowest part of the brainstem, serving as the primary control center for vital involuntary, autonomic functions essential for survival. It regulates breathing, heart rate, blood pressure, and reflexes like swallowing, sneezing, and coughing.

Key Functions and Control Centers
Cardiovascular Center: Controls heart rate, contraction force, and blood vessel diameter (vasomotor center) to regulate blood pressure.
Respiratory Center: Manages the rhythm, rate, and depth of breathing, including the dorsal and ventral respiratory groups.
Reflex Centers: Controls protective and digestive reflexes such as vomiting, coughing, sneezing, and swallowing.
Sensory/Motor Relay: Serves as a pathway for signals between the spinal cord and higher brain regions, notably controlling crossover of motor nerves.

Anatomical Position
Located at the base of the brainstem, it connects higher brain levels to the spinal cord. It is positioned just below the pons and at the opening of the skull (foramen magnum

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So … these middle aged masculines are arguing with nasty jack that “she deserves” transfer, she has earned this ascension. The older masculines who despise women are questioning her sensitivity … all she is to them is a harvest. They want to invite her in, get contract, only to “flip and copycat” later, give her identity and energy and authority to their chosen puppet, their chosen replacement … apparently, they do the sacrifice on the first wedding anniversary.

Apparently, the last one was told “he could keep her forever” if he brutalized her enough to keep her in suffering, south node energy forever. These masculines doing business with these older “men” are not to be trusted. Their loyalties are very much with them, and the systems of authority and profit they already have in place. Their profit systems require the entrapment of sacrificed boys and girls, powerful men and women. The masculines of whatever realm that is, will NEVER build anything, they will only apply their energy, and any energy they can ensnare by contract or relationship and harvest, to support the old mens foundation.

The masculines in that territory are nothing but parasites, leeches, setting up their little “venus fly traps”. They will never be capable of equally partnering with a powerful woman and building something big together. They will always submit to old men, they will insist she do the same, knowing they are planning on throwing her away to a devil for a small portion of her energetic harvest, while agreeing, and settling for, a flat bellied immature sexx machine in a synthetic flesh suit, an untested, unfit copycat, wearing harvested, divine energy, pretending to be capable, while only producing lust and destruction.

None of these ones are trustworthy.

I, for one, am not offering anything to these ones. I made my choice … and it wasn’t them. I refuse to lift them, to support them, with this potent, Source Connected essence. I tried to help them. I tried to elevate them. And I did, for they kept taking my honor, my reward, my identity at the time I was to receive. They brutalized me and unalived me, forcing me into another turn of the wheel, through their short life cycles.

They feel they can “take” whomever they want, regardless of God emancipating them, regardless of who has claimed them, regardless of the Union they are currently contracted with, and new Spiritual Family they have been enfolded into.

These pirates mean to “take” another mans wife, another tribes daughter, Gods daughter … perhaps, even his WIFE, who had been a prisoner of war for centuries … Rumor has it He’s on His way. Rumor has it timeline convergence is immanent.

Sounds to me like all fragments of Body, Spirit, Soul that had gone through a shattering, a scattering, are all coming back together. Shared future, unavoidable, regardless of past variations or interventions. All fragments retrieved and coming together, to form a new whole, an improved, Upper Dimensional, Sovereign Soul.

Key aspects of timeline convergence include:
Merger of Realities: Different versions of events are forced into one, forcing conflicting histories to reconcile or be rewritten to fit a single, stable narrative.
Inescapable Events: Specific, pivotal moments or destinations become inevitable, where parallel histories are funneled into a single, shared outcome.

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These old gatekeepers are still refusing to let Divine feminine through. They are being told that “she learned all her lessons”. And I know for a fact not only did she learn what THEY deemed an impossible path, but she beat at least TWO of their set records.

These old farts must be removed from their posts, they have been compromised. They no longer serve the Most High God, or the Ascension and Learning of Humanity, the strengthening of their Soul Value, and rewards they earn for their Star Nation Soul Tribe.

They have failed to guide people toward wholeness, and when people arrive whole and powerful despite the neglect AND purposeful denial of knowledge, of identity, the evil attempts and efforts to ensure they stayed down … ??? … they have the audacity to deny them their graduation certificate, their improved status in life, and their greater authority.

They are directly interfering in the Most High God’s decision. He already gave her Rainbow Covenant and elevated her into a significant status … and these dirty old cornholio lazy no good for nothing pirate pimp thieves want to harvest her because she sees them for who and what they are.

May they be evicted from every seat of authority they have ever enjoyed. May they lose every comfort they have never earned. May they be removed from the House of this Woman … this is Her Land bro … you have been ordered to vacate the premises, and to stop using ALL medicines as connectors and bridges into her house … but they refuse to leave … squatters …. rats in the couch cushions pissing and shitting everywhere.

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Listening to these scammers whispering on how they gonna get themselves some of that divine energy, that “delicious” energy. These aren’t even men, ya’ll … these are straight up intelligent animals, or a straight up devil, wearing a human skin suit, or some kind of cloaking technology, looking to hook and tag the pretty as can be collective like a damn cow ready for harvest!!!! Reckless sexx only benefits the dead (or “Morgue” as she likes to be called … Morgue wanna dicck), and the “vampire” running low on energy.

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You know what is sad?

Those very same ones who won’t let Divine Feminine in the gate, are the same ones who framed her for a crime, deceitfully convicted her, which resulted in her tortured mvrder and eviction into the valley of the shadow of death.

Why? Because she is morally superior to them. Because she saw them prostituting everyone’s energy! Because she refused to agree to their scheme. Because they wanted to be the authority and to have sexx with every single person who got a raise out of them … it is clear they are morally corrupt … especially in the presence of her innocent, virginal essence, Source Connected.

PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH!!!!! is what they screamed as they stabbed that knife into her … as they took her life … her innocent, holy life. They k*lled this lawmaker, this counselor, this Magistrate, this Mother, who was here to guide people into moral advancement, to get closer to God, to add value to Soul.

May they get what they deserve. May they be evicted from these spaces and places. May the Divine Mother’s energy, in all of its forms, NEVER be used to support any portion of these ones foundation … ever again.

May they be removed … forcefully … violently if necessary … from her House … her Land … her Territory … and may they NEVER gain access to it again.

May the worst outcome await them should they try to enter this energy.

God said she would never give it back.

They are done.

May it solidify and fortify soon.

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I can’t stand you curator, or any of your pimp friends.
May you be “dissolved” as you have done to many of our Sisters and Brothers.
May your energy … if you have any that can be called yours … be recycled.

R*pist for President!!

Published January 20, 2026 by tindertender

“Defendant Trump tied Plaintiff to a bed, exposed himself to Plaintiff, and then proceeded to forcibly rape Plaintiff.”

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DPReRNKiTob/?igsh=dmVkaDh3dGlhYjdx

https://www.threads.com/@yccousar/post/DUcysmajuF_?xmt=AQF01logHiaYF3N-hE-lNt-54yokivKbtzMCecmBYTuQbFWAAfgfz99DDDr6H0N77QHysgg&slof=1

Confession of a Devil, a so-called prince of peace

Published January 16, 2026 by tindertender

Trump claiming a rape victim said rape was sexy is not an isolated scandal. It is part of a wider right wing logic where power demands obedience and truth becomes negotiable. Fascist politics depend on normalising abuse until it feels inevitable and unchallengeable. Rejecting this means refusing to let violence be rewritten as JUSTICE FOR ALL desire and domination as leadership. Believing survivors is not symbolic. It is resistance.

Monsters ….

Look how terrified these girls are …

https://www.threads.com/@dwellsweaver/post/DUNIO1HDrid?xmt=AQF0wmfeJWMt8rRsht1klg4X2Bqabn_r8a-UPdvUSzmZalclyy7ObFXDEafr9DZeR0_TqiPA&slof=1