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Blind Love, Blind Faith

Published October 23, 2025 by tindertender

One’s past does not define them; it is what they do with it that counts. The Most High God has forgiven and lifted the Prodigal Son, he has resurrected and led back into ascension, the Son and the Daughter, (micro macro) yet some still slander them for the history. We are not bringing that with us into this new chapter; all things are made new. Mistakes made, lessons learned, Dharma gained, enough so that we are able to assist others by breaking generational curses and offering foundation for new beginnings … compassionate beginnings, based on Love, Honor, and Respect.

The old me does not exist anymore; she died … the last time an invisible man ran a long knife blade through my throat and chest in the astral, punching the heart clean out of this body. Now, perhaps someone DID gain the gifts because of this sacrifice, and I will never meet him. What of it?

Do you understand the energetic harvesting some have had to endure? The mental r*pe of decades, 24/7 tearing the mind apart while you’re left trying to hold your life together? These invisible masculine’s and their copycats waiting patiently for the harvest so they can play “dress-up”, trespassing into the sleeping chamber and forcefully pulling the sacral energy out as you can do no more than sit and cry and wait for it to be over? No?

Decades many of us prayed for relief, protection, an end to this severe trauma being inflicted upon the body the mind the soul by invisible brutalizers who felt they had the right …. I can tell you that relief is here, and I in no way shape or form will rebel against it.

My energy has been gifted back to me, and if he who sacrificed me did it for the gifts, well then, at least he’s nicer to me that those “thousands” of others in history that were anything but decent or gentle. I support him with all that I am, and everything the Most High God can move through me, and when it starts to deplete, I will reach deep into the dark and reach high into the light, I will expand in all ways and bring to him what he needs to be successful in this world ….

He is free to be whoever he wishes, and he’s free to be with whoever he wants, I am just glad there is a shift in the brutal reality of life … and it is someone else’s turn to be fodder, while I am gifted a vacation. (Of course, I am a blind woman in love with an invisible man, and of course I long for this connection, but will never seek to bind anything here, for it is the flow which brings success …. however, God did tell him that “Lust will be your downfall”. We’ll just have to wait to see what he chooses. I pray that if he chooses lust God will release me so I do not fall with him … it was no fun the first many times, thank you very much, I pray a different experience, a loving experience.”)

I was never invited to play on the team, but someone has chosen me … this cycle, someone chose me. Many mean people out there say it was just an energy harvest and gifts claimed, and they might be right. I’ve been left alone my whole life, centuries have gone by of this abuse.

I am happy alone. I am accustomed to not being “good enough” for union, only good enough to “harvest”. No one out there wants to build with me, they just want what I am, I get it ….

I willingly gave all that I am to another in order to be catalyst for change. Whatever that cost … obviously it was my life, obviously it involved the underworld, obviously it involved the God who rules over the Land of Trine, the land from which I hail.

I do not know the rules of God’s game.
My memory was wiped time and time again.
My soul moved forward anyway.
God will either carry me home for my service,
Or he will leave me behind …

Either way, the habitual pattern of defiling people, programming them with failure then driving them into it just so they could convict them deceitfully and have a legal reason to harvest them, is over.

Say what you want, God sent me here for purpose. I “fell to tell”, I learned as much as I could about as much as I could, through persevering the punishment of this realm.

God may now know that the Prodigal Son wasn’t guilty as charged, and neither was the Daughter.

This system of suffering is over for humanity; they are exempt, for they were “programmed” and “set up for failure”. God sees it all, and so does the Upper Echelon, the Council of Universes.

As you age, you’ll notice you are not the same, constantly reborn. It is a choice that not all people make. Other species may have different operating procedures, obviously, which require our demise.

Mother Father God Goddess Creators of All That Is, thank you for this life, thank you for bringing the cycle of suffering for humanity and all those they love, to a close.

Aho. Amen. Wado.

Vain Glory, Wicked Guide

Published October 17, 2025 by tindertender

The prayers have been spoken
May the gods be on my side
May they join my way to bring me victory
Seven at one stroke

My triumph and my pride
They will be historyBut behind my enemy’s eyes
Sending disguise
Not only lies

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

What’s hell without a paradise
What’s the night without a day
We would think it’s bright

What’s a fall if we can’t rise
What’s a hero at a play
Without a fool to fight

But behind my enemy’s eyes
Sending disguise
Not only lies

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

But behind my enemy’s eyes
Sending disguise
Not only lies

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

All Praises to the Most High

Published October 14, 2025 by tindertender

This world is a threat all the way around, sometimes it hits innocence, sometimes it hits the villain.

I envision a way of living without these patterns.

It does not sit well with those who worship war.

I alone, can do nothing, except stubbornly cling to the Soul God gave me and try to be happy. The fact that I am still alive after all this time is a miracle, witnessed, a miracle I have been blessed with.

My fate rests in the hands of this enormous family many would claim does not exist. I never did want to live their story for me, anyway.

Most High Mother Father God Goddess Creator’s of All That Is, thank you for the blessing of this life. This present moment is peaceful, I am grateful.

Please look after those we love and those who are in our charge, protect our loves, our families. Micro, Macro, thank you for being here with We. Aho. Amen. Wado.

It appears this Divine Feminine Magistrate, (who the curator and his cohorts hate and are trying to frame for a crime, or hurt in some way), had warned the people way back when, many lifetimes ago, that these masculine tyrants were going to slowly shift the women and young men into prostitution, with third party flings and infidelity … normalizing “competition” with a married couple, for some reason thinking they’ve won something if they could destroy the sanctity of that union and harvest it’s happiness.

She tried to tell the people that destroying Sacred Union would destroy Family and potential of Generational Wealth. No one could see the truth.

So many needed outside validation, needed to feel like someone cared, and had the perception that intimate encounter and that energy exchange equaled love.

It is sad to know that what she tried to warn of, happened. May the Most High God and Goddess, Mother and Father, Creators of All That Is, restore the Sanctity of Union in the hearts of the people, and fill their minds with the Wisdom and Love that comes with being Loyal to their commitments, to their blood-line, and it’s potential … remind their Soul of the Beginning … the way Union and Unity was meant to be. Aho. Amen. Wado.

Loving Royal now Rigid Royal

Published October 13, 2025 by tindertender

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.

Raise the Bar

Published October 10, 2025 by tindertender

“Always go too far, because that’s where you’ll find the truth.”
—Albert Camus

Take it as it resonates … my “too far” is well beyond my comfort zone.

Emperor Freeing the Captives!!!!

Published October 8, 2025 by tindertender

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.

She Is A Daughter of God

Published October 8, 2025 by tindertender

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.

Remembering the Shattering

Published October 7, 2025 by tindertender

The Night Mother Chose Her (Daughter) Over Fear

Published October 3, 2025 by tindertender

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.

I’m Not Your Savior

Published October 1, 2025 by tindertender

My Life is worth saving, too.
I choose Me, and a new Family.