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.
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.
In 1860, after 21 years of marriage and six children, Elizabeth Packard was locked in an Illinois asylum.
Not for violence. Not for instability. But for disagreeing with her husband’s beliefs.
Under the law, a man needed no proof, no trial, not even his wife’s consent to declare her insane.
Inside the asylum, Elizabeth uncovered a cruel truth: many women around her were not “mad” at all. They were wives who resisted, daughters who defied, women who spoke too boldly.
Where others broke, Elizabeth sharpened her pen. She wrote. She observed. She waited.
After three years, she finally stood in court — and defended her right to think for herself. She won her freedom. But she didn’t stop there.
In books, speeches, and campaigns to lawmakers, she exposed the abuses of asylums and fought to reform laws that gave men unchecked power over women.
Elizabeth Packard nearly lost her life as she knew it. But her defiance changed the law — securing protections for generations of women to come.
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.
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!
I was a ghost, I was alone
어두워진 앞길 속에 (hah)
Given the throne, I didn’t know how to believe
I was the queen that I’m meant to be
I lived two lives, tried to play both sides
But I couldn’t find my own place
Called a problem child ’cause I got too wild
But now that’s how I’m getting paid 끝없이 on stage
I’m done hidin’, now I’m shinin’ like I’m born to be
We dreamin’ hard, we came so far, now I believe
We’re goin’ up, up, up, it’s our moment
You know together we’re glowing
Gonna be, gonna be golden
Oh, up, up, up with our voices
영원히 깨질 수 없는
Gonna be, gonna be golden
Oh, I’m done hidin’, now I’m shinin’ like I’m born to be
Oh, our time, no fears, no lies
That’s who we’re born to be
Waited so long to break these walls down
To wake up and feel like me
Put these patterns all in the past now
And finally live like the girl they all see
No more hiding, I’ll be shining like I’m born to be
‘Cause we are hunters, voices strong, and I know I believe
We’re goin’ up, up, up, it’s our moment
You know together we’re glowing
Gonna be, gonna be golden
Oh, up, up, up, with our voices
영원히 깨질 수 없는
Gonna be, gonna be golden
Oh, I’m done hidin’, now I’m shining like I’m born to be
Oh, our time, no fears, no lies
That’s who we’re born to be
You know we’re gonna be, gonna be golden
We’re gonna be, gonna be
Born to be, born to be glowin’
밝게 빛나는 우린
You know that it’s our time, no fears, no lies
That’s who we’re born to be
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Eun Jae Phoebe Kim / Hee Dong Nam / Hong Jun Park / Jeong Hun Seo / Joong Gyu Kwak / Mark Sonnenblick / Yoo Han Lee
Golden lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
A woman dignitary has 70% approval rating. Tyrants must claim her in order to rule her foundation.
She doesn’t read from script, nor does she bring cameramen with her everywhere to perform a role meant to get the people clutching their heart strings, or pledging their lives.
Manipulation at its finest is powerless without the energy of the root, she who went deep into darkness and rooted the tree for this new cycle. God led her out of that darkness back into ascension, mission successful.
These dominator tyrants have no value and know that her capture is fundamental to their being able to command the future. They’ve got a beautiful karmic playing a fine role, but her essence is foul … it’s seething off the flesh like steam from a damp cloth set by the fire.
They’ve given God an ultimatum, if he doesn’t hand her over and give them their power back they’ll destroy everyone and everything. They must have her Goddess High Priestess energy, knowing, skill and connection to Source if they are to pretend being anything of value at all.
Be prepared. I don’t think God’s gonna cave to a childish, tantrum throwing, brutalizer.
God has his Chosen. He’ll repopulate in many, limitless numbers of universes.
He won’t be handing over this Goddess of Time. The Goddess of Time is the Foundation.
A woman is being promoted. Curator and team desperate to capture her and stop this!
Since they can’t get past this woman’s protection, they’re discussing targeting her family members.
They are gathering their wrongdoing masculine friends to participate in a crime … for profit, of course. But they first must capture the prize.
Someone is reducing them. Everything they’ve enjoyed, including status, has been a stolen farce of these envious, brutalizing thieves.
The curator thinks this Divine Feminine is a viper. (The snake, projecting). He threatened to do a thing to Gods Chosen ones if God doesn’t hand over this woman.
She has been liberated. God is reducing them. They used her harvested essence last cycle to destroy those and that which she loves!!
This curator is real upset he lost her, because she was the source of his power.
They are talking about using microwave technology on her to incapacitate her.
They feel natural medicine is some kind of violation. They feel if you can’t shine brightly from a flesh temple they purposefully poisoned, you should lose! They’re so mad your adaptogens have brought you homeostasis!!
They think this is all bullsh!t and are talking about using law enforcement to do a thing … or, they’re worried about getting caught.
They want some sort of aggressive encounter to jack her energy back into south node survival mode.
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