The misogynist masculine is only the aggressive part of the Divine Feminine.
The vampiric masculine “mad scientists” separated themselves out. It is THEY who came from WOMBman (not she from he). Now, they need to get back into the Mother, because SHE IS the antidote for their failed scientific experiments to become greater than the WOMBman, who grows bones inside her own body and brings them forth in Life.
These mutations cannot hold temperance energy without “consuming” the Mother essence. They NEED these sacrifices in order to hold themselves in check. They hypersexxualize everything because they harvest the energy of their victims to hold themselves in temperance. They must harvest the “antidote” from those who are original, organic, beings who were not modified, who are Source connected, who have gifts from those connections, so they can pretend they belong to them, infiltrate those regions, those realms.
It appears that only those who took on the genetics of animals have been affected adversely. Who knows what they’ve been injecting into people. Atrazine, which changes the gender in frogs, is in humanities water supply. Hyper sexxualized, hyper driven by pain or suffering energy, they went dark, thinking they could simply consume all that is life, that carries light.
Whack jobs calling themselves scientists and leaders. It’s a mad, mad world.
How about “loving them” from a very, very, great distance. Better yet, how about cutting ALL energetic cords, complete separation.
“Trust and love each other” some say. These are those who weren’t forced to listen to the cries of tortured children every moment of every day for decades, pleading that someone save them.
People criticize those who try to keep animals from the slaughter, not understanding “the people we aren’t supposed to talk about” have been putting the bodies of their sacrifices, these tortured children, into the meat grinder and selling them to civilians as hotdogs and other ground meats.
These same “unintentional” cannibals, get mad at those of us trying to keep their sorry azzes out of the meat grinder. Perhaps the Mother Father Divine should just let them go?
Go forth child, into the vipers den. Go forth child and “be friends” with the vampire, feeding on your soul.
Long ago I tried to save the souls of people speaking on this very topic, and how these nasty jacks would prostitute everyone … and they have. They’ve been relentlessly feeding on the people, in many ways.
I no longer care to save anyone’s soul. I suffered centuries, being recycled, sacrificed, consumed. My energy and gifts were used to hurt people by those wearing a mask, a catfishing copycat … many of them … framing me as terrorist, as prostitute.
I’m no longer willing to give up my life for those who convict me of being mean. I release you. I give you over to those vampires you insist need to be trusted. I allow you freedom to go … and be their supply.
Everyone needs to learn their lessons. I’ve learned mine, by narrowly escaping their feeding line, after being drained, harvested, soul essence sucked out of me by an invisible, energetic straw.
You can be the new fodder if you wish. God has it all arranged. He knows who chose who.
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The interdimensional guide of the curator (seller of human soul value, and vital, energetic source, is talking about a “peace treaty”.
These sellers of human vital force, soul value, and happiness have NEVER honored a peace treaty. They use such things as permission to stay in the energy while they strategize a way to come back harder, with greater destruction.
They have exterminated 20 out of the 21 species of human. They have been terraforming the planet and chemically altering humans to become trans … something other than a natural human. (atrazine in water supply, bpa -synthetic estrogen – in all canned good). They intend for humans as God created them to cease to be.
They’ve been torturing children, eating them, some while alive, and there is no peace in them. You cannot make pacts with the devil, they worship death and are searching for a success story, and their success story means the failure of Gods Family … Humanity.
These near perfect copycat mutations have no love in them, although they can “act like it” nearly perfectly.
They offer no structural value. They do not create, they destroy.
They are invasive “bark beatles” in the Forests of Eden, feeding on the “trees” of planetary stabilizers … those strong enough to root deeply in shadow, to grow mighty in light, and hold temperance within themselves, and for their communities.
There’s a reason the Most High rewards such beings, and we’ve got a bunch of 70% percenters out there (meaning they’ve only passed 70% of their lessons) who target those who have passed 100% of their lessons … they like to redrum the successes and consume their soul value, essential energy, all covenants and wealth, while “pretending” they are a success.
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Women want to love the masculine, still, and it makes my heart happy, at the same time, quite fierce. (Let the brutalizer, parasitical, vampire be exterminated).
God said the mean mutants pretending to be men would get what they deserve. I in no way shape or form will object, give mercy, or defend them.
I pray the soft hearted woman learn to love herself enough to recognize those she feels drawn to “trust” are not the ones “made in the image of God”, they are “bark Beatles” in the Garden of Eden, and they’ve been feeding on the Womb of Power, the Tree of Life, and the innocent life coming from it, for far too long.
Gratefully, True Divine Masculine heard our prayers and are here now wiping the floor with their faces.
The Mothers Bridge was mended. The Father knows the truth now. The mutants who have defiled the Mothers, and the reputation of the Divine Fathers, by using the man suit made in the image of, the phallus, the creators tool to bring forth life, to hurt, harm, terrorize, and unalive weaker, softer beings, and their weeping hearts.
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.
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 …
Martha had buried one husband already, a kind man who never came back from the trail. When she remarried Clay in Dodge City, 1874, folks said fortune had smiled on her — he was tall, handsome, and the kind to buy whiskey for a whole room just to hear the laughter rise. To the outside world, he was charm in a fine hat. To Martha, behind their cabin door, he was a storm.
At first it was small things — a hard stare, a cruel word, a drink too many. But then his gaze shifted toward Eliza, Martha’s little girl, and the air in the cabin changed. Supper fell quiet, the child flinching at every sound, her smile gone. Martha watched in silence until the night she found Clay drunk, leaning too near her daughter’s bed. That was the line she would not let him cross.
She dragged him out by the collar, pistol shaking in her hand, and by dawn she was standing in the county office, signing her name to divorce papers while the ink still trembled. Folks whispered about her for years — not with scorn, but with respect. In a town where women often kept quiet, Martha’s courage was louder than any gunshot. And Eliza, grown and safe, never forgot the night her mother chose her over fear.
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