You can’t really see it, but under the back window was the word RIGID, and on the tailgate was the word ROYAL. These Mysogonists had opportunity to receive a Loving Royal, she served them while they hurt her real bad. God took her away from them and told her she will never give it back. Now, God has made her Rigid …. Those who harmed her and her family last cycle won’t be meeting the same Royal this cycle.
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.”
These misogynist masculine’s object about this womans ability to handle responsibility, to perform necessary tasks required from this position she’s been gifted. They’re told she is a multi-tasker …
Just because she makes it looks easy does not mean she’s cutting corners or omitting any of the necessary tasks. Just because it looks easy doesn’t mean it isn’t hard, requiring focus and concentration. Just because she keeps her cool under pressure doesn’t mean she’s sluffing off responsibility. She has speed and efficiency they cannot comprehend.
I think they’re just mad because she’s a young, beautiful, capable divine feminine, a true organic original divine feminine. They see her as a child even though her soul is ancient. She is eternal youth and they cannot grasp the concept that she is not what they see. Their limited thinking has them in a tiny box and they believe everything and everyone needs to get inside that box. They believe it is “they” who ought to command her essence and performance.
They cannot compute the idea of a muti-tasking, Organic, ORIGINAL, speed processor, transmitter receiver of the Divine, a HUman Being they thought they had caused extinction for, who enjoys continuously improving on methods, timing, quality, output … adding efficiency and value to her soul, as she shares efforts with her community.
She is not AI, she is what AI has modelled themselves after, and she outshone them, out-performed them, and did it with a smile and happiness in her heart. She is a Daughter of God, and has earned this position, FAIRLY, under the greatest duress her “opponent” could offer.
They themselves say she is sanctified, she’s a savior (because she helps those in need), she’s anointed, she is spontaneity itself, instinctive, there are no patterns, only flow. These who long to possess and control cannot track or compile strategy without patterning.
It’s throwing them off, making them “mad” and they’re losing their minds. These who operate on ROTE and PATTERNS despise that the one operating in flow, divinely connected, slipped through somehow, even with the greatest pressure they could apply. God works miracles all the time … it’s what flow and love of life offers.
They are talking about an intervention. They’re talking about reputation. The curator wants her presence eliminated. He’s told to back off. He doesn’t want to obey commands. He’s accustomed to giving commands.
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?
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.
It seems the curator has hired a hit on a feminine Magistrate.
The unaliver has stated it will be an isolated incident. Be aware of your tires. Someone’s planning an ambush, asking if you’re a leftie.
These tyrants need a “bridge” and they want to claim this feminine magistrate who has a 70% approval rating. They want to identify her in the 3D realm and cause her a transition so they can harvest her spirit/soul and energy in a “particle event” like ghost busters.
They’re using technology to disrupt life. She has filed a formal indictment in spiritual court accusing them of harvesting energy from humanity.
They plan on doing just that before they plan on releasing their control over that life force vitality!!!
They plan on making an example out of her for daring to rise and stand against their atrocity, to try and stop the threat to the health of humanity!
The nasty jack curator of human life force essence has complained about Divine Feminine being lifted from his trap and intentional coverings of suffering and lack.
He is angry with the Most High God because He has witnessed the lies, the cheating, and the wrongdoing toward the Mother(s) and children, and he’s gifted a 1,000 year life of ease a grace to her(s) in this new chapter.
This tyrant manchild and his abuser buddies are PISSED!!! They want that reward!
If they cannot have it, they want to destroy the feminine, or the world she shall live in, so she’ll never receive comfort and grace.
They are warring with God, and I’ve no doubt, at the same time, they are posturing themselves and speaking apologetic lies … those “proper words” they’ve grown accustomed to using to “cord” with someone’s soft heart.
They violated the Holy Spirit, the Grace they were being covered by, healed by, made comfortable by.
Any words of “peace” or “promises not to do” what they’ve done for at least 6,000 years beyond their allotted time, before the lies, the stolen purpose and destiny, and the intentional genocide of blood-lines would be a lie …
A weasel lie, to try and stay in the hens house, eating her eggs.