TO HAVE AND TO HOLD

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We know the lyrics weren’t written by the band members.

To the point of disease…

Tags: all government is Luciferian, atomic bomb, Depeche Mode, 440 hertz frequency music, disease, Light Bodies, mind control, MKUltra, religion of Lucifer is witchcraft, satanic ritual abuse, trauma, war

© EATING TO ASCEND – THE ASCENSION DIET 2019
@EatingToAscend http://eatingtoascend.com

 

THE DELUSIONAL WEATHER REPORT FOR APRIL 25, 2019

THE DELUSIONAL WEATHER REPORT FOR APRIL 25, 2019

(And if you think I titled it that for any other reason besides the fact that they create this so-called weather to delude us all, wake up.)

The soundtrack for this post is XTC’s “SENSES WORKING OVERTIME”. (And have a look at the statues they flanked themselves with, will you… SUMERIAN HYBRID GODS OF THE ANNUNAKI.

I awoke thinking I had overslept until the next evening. You’ve done that at least once in your life, right? Going to bed and sleeping a clock rotation, 12 hours, maybe 24 if sick (I don’t get sick anymore, going on four years now, ever since I had to begin treating myself for government-created, medically-denied-and-ignored Lyme/Morgellons/GMOS and regenerated my mind, body and soul – the temple of God)? Or sleeping 20 minutes but it felt like as many hours, and you wake up wondering if you lost a day? Well this morning I woke at 5:30-ish, and it felt like PM, or at least 10AM but overcast. Looked outside and at the horizons, and yep: they hid the skies already. This crossing must be happening more aggressively than they were able to calculate.

Bird sounds? It’s baby nest making time. Negligible. The skies are OMINOUS. Pregnant with darkness. No rain though. And here and there are breaks in the the clouds and one can see the sun (a sun, fake sun, ANY SUN), and even a patch of blue sky atmosphere not that far behind their sprayed stratospheric aerosol injection insult to our senses, to our life, to LIFE ITSELF.

A few posts back I wrote about the person who visited earlier this week, how they finally saw the sky here. Either people don’t look, don’t know what they are looking at, they believe “weather reports”, and are in denial, still not wanting to grow up soul-wise and acccept the magnitude of lies we have been taught. (Stop listening to 440 hertz anything, and stay away from Luciferian signals in patterns in the air you breathe, for starters.) Anyway, it’s as bad or worse here since I woke up, now after noon. Darkened horizons, weather unlike anything, skies so heavy with metals and fibers that sounds seem and feel muffled BECAUSE THEY ARE MUFFLED ACOUSTICALLY WITH THIS SORCERY HIDING WHAT OUR SENSES WOULD DETECT IF THEY STOPPED THIS CHARADE.

And it’s going to get worse?

HOW BAD CAN IT GET!

May I just say that the times that I have had ‘precognition’/clarivoyant premonitory awareness of a crisis about to occur in my life (deaths of brother, suicide I averted of my mother, familial and friend losses, derailments of serious nature, NICHOLE my daughter-in-law… had NOTHING on how this feels now, this occult atmosphere earth is blanketed with, given all we know and all that they are hiding…

Also, the ‘sunset’ and ‘sunrise’ times are erratic, following no logical trajectory in either ascending or descending direction. Today it was as light at 5:48AM EST as it should be an hour later than that. WRONG. Wrong TIME TO RISE [sic], SUN.

~ + ~ + ~ + ~

(Three hours later, wrapping up the writings)
The sun, which I discerned briefly by virtue of the artificial cloudcover moving and where the radiance was coming from, is in the southwest, but at a higher degree than usual. It is not at all above, or in the west, along any semblance of the path it has had either in the last year or in my lifetime (I am 59 and from this area or within a hundred mile radius from here, and I am a gardener and a horseperson, I drove cross country 5X with maps before there were gadgets for that. I used compasses and celestial objects and the wind and landmarks. I sailed on the Chesapeake Bay and its attaching rivers. I rode horses deep in the forests miles from anywhere, riding trails in pitch black dark, using extradimensional senses.
THE SUN’S WRONG VERY OBVIOUSLY.

Any other people on the web saying this? I don’t have internet and am writing like I rode: soveriegn, solo, using my own wisdom and acumen and skills. Please tell me in the comments. I’ll check on my other watcher peeps on this octopussy place once I get these blogs poised to post. Love you. Keep your vibe and your intention high and pure! Be ready for at least the EMP that is coming… ❤

© @EatingToAscend https://eatingtoascend.wordpress.com 2019

Honey Honey

Manually reblogged from Aug Tellez [comments mine]

You ready?

What they call “manna and honey” from Heaven is the process of ritual abuse whereby an innocent child (virgin) is taken and frightened, traumatized, to death. The glands are then harvested and a intoxicating elixir is produced from the pulp. [ #adrenochrome ]

What you call religion was simply when this was discovered [codified and disseminated as a control system post-Yeshua, who incarnated as the Most High Creator came to earth from the tenth-most upper dimension – seven dimensions between there and here – on a DNA rescue mission]. All the sacrifices, all the offerings, all the gifts. They take it, beat whoever doesn’t have enough, and then go in the back of the temple and have sacrificial orgies with ancient day crack paste and alcohol.
Everything you’ve ever been taught about society was by a group of dudes that figured out how to get all of you to pay them to rape you to death [read my blogpost on Tartarus and how They charge us for the trauma they put us though:::soultrap]. Yes, when your bloodline is no more, that is ‘death’. Thinking that just because you exist and there are more of ‘you’ in other states
is defunct. Unless you are aware of what is happening, the future is owned by someone else’s bloodline. This is about changing that so that others can get out of the system. [emphasis mine]
All bloodlines are controlled, everyone’s name is recorded [Book of Life, Akashic Record, Halls of Amenti…], everyone’s genetic history and their ‘spiritual origins’. It’s all part of a plan and a genetic experiment that we think is a part of ‘life’, it’s not, it’s a one-time experiment between multiple civilizations.
They [the nephilim/religionmakers/controllers/freemasons/government/vaticant] held all this from you so that you would never find out what they did when they discovered advanced generation tech. Bio immortality for raping everyone for thousands of years, that’s it. Their DNA mutated, they’re a sub human race, cannot leave this environment.
This is not about anyone in particular, but the system itself. You are guilty if you permitted this so do not throw blame like monkeys throw shit. [eyes to see ears to hear – or not]

SCIENCE VIDEO What happens when Aluminum and Mercury are combined

Now picture this in your body, destroying your central nervous system, autonomic #CNS, your #brain. Walmart is now bribing people with $25.00 gift cards to get poisoned!

Save this video then share. Be a pain in the neck to all who know you.
When I see sudden changes in children or adults after a doctors visit, I know they have been #vaxxed – MUCH OF THE DAMAGE IS REVERSIBLE THROUGH #DETOX  OF #HEAVYMETALS  #PARASITES #NANOTECHNOLOGY #GMO #BPA #GLYPHOSATE and other #PESTICIDES … more… IT’S ALL #WITCHCRAFT.

A second and more descriptive video:

#vaccine #neurotoxin #aluminum #mercury #gallium #fetalcells #formaldehyde #monosodiumglutamate AKA #MSG #dyes tissues-from-other-animals etc

BABYLON.

 

If you are one of the elect, you have purer genes – the Tribe Of Dann (DaNaan)

My (first, ex) mother-in-law’s maiden name is Dann. She is paternal grandmother to my children. Their father’s paternal great-great-great grandfather, a Little, was gardener to Queen Victoria in England and of Scottish descent. This is the blood my children have on their father’s side.
The Red-haired Race – Giants of Danann (Dann).
My deceased daughter-in-law and her twin are Rh Negative. They have extra teeth as do all the Littles. I did not. As a matter of fact, my two bicuspids each cracked in half and had to be pulled, and the dentist said there was no reason except my body rejected them. They are superglued together in a bag I have of teeth. Flawless.
I have very little Nephilim genes. My kids and most people have a lot.
I wanted to share this here in hopes that you may be spurred to examine your own past. However, do not have your blood tested by the geneology services like 23 and Me, etc. They are creating a database of nephilim genes to repopulate the earth after the cataclysm – the apocalypse. They will fail, but do not volunteer your DNA to anyone anymore. There are reasons for this so complex I will not go into them here at this time.
People are targeted MKUltra and other alphabet agency programs (what government exists for) for their high amount of VMAT2 gene expression, indicating that they have lower levels of Luciferian DNA. The CIA created a vaccine which was deployed all of the face of the earth, to destroy what they call “The God Gene”. It was sprayed from moving vehicles: planes, trains and automobiles. Since 2002 in chemtrails  and geoengineering.  Here is a video of the leaked Pentagon briefing. It is called “Fun Vax” – a vaccine for fundamentalist believers.
Also this webpage is full of data… with thanks to Rex Bear of Leak Project. Good man.
Yeshua came to earth as a DNA rescue mission and already broke the bond of sin within our DNA (see the document about the ex-Illuminati whose DNA revealed the third parasitic strand – you have to read, though, and watch a video – I EDUCATE HERE ON THIS BLOG, THIS IS NOT ENTERTAINMENT – and if you are not detoxed, or are saturated with fluoride in your pineal gland and bathed in WiFi and eat the food they make all consume, etc, you may not be able to read). Sin is a genetic defect.

 

This Post Is The Mystery They Hid

SIN IS A GENETIC DEFECT Missler states in the video at 9:12, the Steve Quayle story relating the DNA investigation documents thise, read here below this video. This post will fill in huge gaps for you! This is what was hidden, mystery revealed!

Steve Quayle’s related story with research sent to him by ex-alphabet geneticist who was asked by an elite to validate his DNA <—whistleblower

Life as an investigator…is ‘like a box of chocolates’. -INTELLIGENCE SOURCE -THIS IS WHAT GOT US THROWN OFF THE AIR LAST NIGHT

Life as an investigator…is “like a box of chocolates”.

Part I

An investigator friend was telling me a story I can easily relate to…one time, he says….”I left home on a lazy Saturday evening to grab some comfort food, I told the wife “I’ll be right back” as my dog having heard the car key’s jingle, dutifully pushed his way through the door to assist me on my mission, he instinctively knew I’d forget his doggie treats if he wasn’t right there to assist me. Minutes later, as I was walking out of the store with my booty, I saw a man who I’d been searching for as the subject of a complex embezzlement scheme, he was walking to a rented moving van and towing his classic car on a trailer behind it. Nine days and 3,500 miles later…I completed my fieldwork and handed the investigation over to several Federal Agencies on what had now become a Federal case. I returned home to my very distraught bride of six months…we were supposed to have left on our already twice delayed honeymoon cruise the previous Sunday morning. We didn’t have cell phones in those days and I didn’t have a radio in my personal car, my handheld was on the charger at home when I’d gone on my quick trip. My first call came during a brief fuel stop at four AM the next morning, the hurried explanations fell on incredulously deaf ears; between her astonished and uncharacteristically numerous expletives. For some months I’d been telling her, ‘third time’s a charm’…guess I was wrong, again! she was NOT…amused.”

He concluded his hour long story stating very matter of factley…”I guess I…sort of, understand why she divorced me…I sure do miss her.” “He then proceeded to explain how this life lesson had led him to understand one of his many ‘Laws of Investigations’ which…like a box of chocolates…come in no particular order, and are only predictable, in their unpredictability.”

I then proceeded to break what is now one of ‘MY’ laws, never ask this guy a question, without having first taken a bathroom break! He tends to be pretty long winded…but the stories are generally worth it. I asked; “What are some of the other laws you’ve come up with?”, I knew the moment the words came out of my mouth, I should have restricted my question to just one law…hard to do with good chocolate’s.

Without breaking stride he says,…”Belief is the driver of action”; and proceeded into another long and winding story, in order to give me his history for the law.

“About 20 years ago” (Oh Boy, my first clue…this was gonna take a while!), “I had recently completed my latest physics project at a location that uses a number for a name. A colleague from my time as an Air Force OSI agent, specializing in advanced sciences and technology, had heard I was heading to England for a long overdue vacation and asked me if I’d volunteer to help him while I was there. He needed a witness on a simple mission to collect some evidence,…unwittingly, I said ‘sure, no problem’. (Oh nuts; I’d just violated a law every service member knows all too well…NEVER VOLUNTEER! The smallest chocolates are always the ones with the nut’s…usually).”

“We went to a private city within the city, security was well concealed, but omnipresent to a trained eye. We went to a private office and met with a man whom I later came to know as a member of one of the wealthiest families on the planet. He talked with us briefly about funding for a scientific investigation my friend was going to pursue. He invited us to dine with him at his residence later in the evening. In the interim my friend proceeded to tell me how the man had apparently had an NDE (Near Death Experience) during a medical procedure. He’d apparently had a Pauline like Angelic encounter, during which ‘opaque and serpent-like scales had fallen from his eyes, in the presence of a Divine Messenger! Layer after layer of lies and deceptions dissolved before him. At its conclusion he came to believe his entire life was one big rubber-band roll of tangled lies…every new one bigger than the last. He’d resolved to turn to a new ‘Way’ and set out to change his life; and the world.”

“After dinner, we collected blood, tissue, hair and oral swabs. He’d recently had a dental procedure and had saved a tooth, which he dutifully preserved in a small paper bag in his freezer. I videotaped the collection process as the evidence was bagged and tagged.”

“On the plane ride back State-side, my friend who at the time was one of the most knowledgeable DNA researchers on the planet…pulled out the biggest piece of mental-Jerkey I’ve ever gnawed on! His benefactor/test-subject, ‘believed’ that while most of the ‘Son’s of Adam’ had double strand DNA, he had been told by his family that he and his blood relatives were distinctly different and that he, like his fathers’ before him had triple strand DNA. He wanted my friend to secretly prove once and for all if this was true…or not. The subject claimed that his extended family and their cousins, who are kings, queens, princes and princesses, as well as leader’s of industry and banking worldwide; believe they are children of an other-worldly race of ‘Humanoid Being’s.’ He’d been taught by his tutor’s that once upon a time, his Ancestors had fallen to earth after some Cosmic Calamity in the time before…the Garden. He believed that while their ‘Ancestral Mother was Eve…their Ancestral father was not Adam!’ He was torn to know if a ‘Child of Cain’ was actually genetically different and whether he could he be saved?”

“My friend never got the money for his investigative research as the donor was found dead in his apartment a short while later. The death was ruled a suicide by hanging, even though his feet were found to be barely touching the floor when he was discovered…very strange.”

“My friend’s wife gave me all of his research and notes upon his own untimely death some years later…leading me to bite into another chocolate in the ‘Law of Investigation’s” box…’Fact is often…stranger than fiction’…!”

Part II

“The beginning of a previously unexpected trip…’down the rabbit’s hole’!”

My investigator friend continued his tale after my return from an overdue bathroom break.

“It was a long plane ride home…the funeral had been difficult for me, losing a close friend at such a young age was not easy. Because of the nature of his work…and mine, our talks had mostly been cryptic and necessarily, too few; and too far between. His young wife had only been with him a short while. Much of his early years and most of his real life were completely hidden from her, need to know type stuff; and she didn’t, so she didn’t.

Flash drives weren’t common then, a removable hard drive sat in the open brief case on the seat next to me in what originally had been a box for Christmas Cards. A lone card sat on top of the unusual assortment of contents, it pictured a cat who had apparently licked the socket of a strand of Christmas lights that it’s owner was stringing atop a tree. It was a snowy setting, in front of a festively lit home. The cat was amusingly adorned in a tangle of colored lights as it hung midair between the starry heavens and it’s hell; every limb painfully extended in a different direction and every hair standing on end under the shock of electrocution. A similarly shocked dad was teetering atop of his now tipping ladder next to a window where small children and the wife, mouths agape, watched helplessly. An old hound dog laid on the porch nearby, barely raising one eye to take in the entertainment. With the Crowning Star of David blazing brightly in his hand, only moments from the completion of his task, dad was now headed on a previously unexpected trip…and so was I.

Although the sticky note affixed to the top of the box stated simply…’Juan O. Saven’, an operational code name I was once known by, the card when opened stated my Christian name simply, with the following brief message, “Do what you do, I’ll expect a complete report when you get here, since if your reading this, I’ve already gone ahead” He signed the card “Slowpoke”. That was a name I had given him once, when we were young and brimming over with life…and innocence. Reading the note, my eyes uncontrollably, began to tear up…I suddenly felt much, much older, and alone. I dwelt on the card, his note and our very unusual lives, for the rest of my long trip home; good friends, old friends, aren’t easy to come by…

When I arrived in my city, I was very backed up in my work and I couldn’t really look at what I had for some time. For one thing, I didn’t immediately know how to access the hard drive and when I did, the information was password protected and he seemingly hadn’t included a password with the box. It was quite some time later that it occurred to me that he actually had, and that was the true reason for the catchy card at the top of the box…yeah, he was right and I WAS slow.

It was all there, his contacts, his drawings and descriptions. His technical analysis was not easy to read; but I had enough (more than general) knowledge, to follow his work. He’d traveled covertly to meet with specialists, including one Nobel Lauriet to get their opinion of his observations and analysis. He’d even met with some very prominent religious authorities of varied beliefs, to get their take on the possible implications of what he believed he had found. He was exceedingly careful and always traveled under some other ‘role and purpose’ and only as a peripheral inquiry brought his real questions to bear; conscious of the dangerous sensitivity of the subject at hand.

Near the end of his notes I came to a page titled “Conclusions” followed by these lines:

“This is a Murder Investigation” which was then followed on a separate line written all in capitals “OF MURDER, BY A SERIAL MURDERER”. He then went into several pages of a long diatribe of identifiers and details that only recently have begun to make sense to me.

Under a new heading, “Follow the Blood Trail”

At first he noted that the DNA strands he was examining seemed to be wound more tightly than normal, you see there are normally ten rungs per complete twist of the Double Helix strand in normal Human DNA. In his analysis of our Subject’s DNA taken from his blood samples, he found intermittent sections which appeared to be wound more tightly, with only nine rungs per complete twist, nine being an unusual and noteworthy number, always turning and returning to itself. (I thought to myself, that doesn’t seem to be that unusual…everybody I KNOW seems like they’re wound to tight.)

Simultaneously he observed and documented what he at first believed to be, the foretold third strand of the Subject’s DNA. Upon closer analysis he came to an entirely different and unexpected conclusion, our Subject had been lied to, IT WASN’T A THIRD STRAND AT ALL! It was a silvery threadlike, semi-transparent, serpentine-like parasite of infinitesimally small proportions. He observed that it was entangled intermittently hoping back and forth between the normal Double Helix strands, it appeared to him that as the parasite grew it continued to wrap itself like a bean or Ivy type vine plant will attach itself to any available protrusion. Unlike a normal snake or worm, this parasite had little hook like protrusions that did seem to lend themselves to a gripping type attachment all along the strand, his notes described them as alligator or dragon feet, but only for his amusement, not because they were that actual form. Occasionally, he noted that it appeared that some of the threaded parasites seemed to connect to adjacent parasites creating what appeared to be tiny nets.

In his notes, my friend penned some personal thoughts after having considered his observations and the source of his DNA materials. He thought of the Vatican’s pronouncements that the Aliens are our Cousins and the Vishnu teachings of a time when god’s flew in spaceships and destroyed whole cities in a single blast. He even had notes about Elijah being caught up in a Chariot of Fire! Maybe he had misread, or misunderstood the entire history of his Bible! Maybe…from Genesis to Revolutions…it was about some far more tangible and real Fallen Angel Alien Cousins, than the ghost like destroying angels he’d always pictured in his imaginations. He gazed at ‘it’ and studied ‘it’ in shocked disbelief and asked to himself, “is this pathetic little blood-sucking worm, the tiny origin of the tyrannical destroyer of so many lives and worlds? But he could not escape the fact that small as it were, the DNA strands that it/they were attached to…WERE JUST AS SMALL! And both had the informational encoding to make ‘Good…or Evil!’ Yes, the DNA, and the serpentine creature entangled in it potentially bore the information/knowledge/blueprint to create good or evil”

My investigator friend continued, “I remembered the time I had sat with a hard cold desk under my arms, as I stared back into the false, Cheshire grin surrounding that mouthful of fake pearly whites. ‘He’ was starring me down from his ‘Star Chamber Seat’; waiting for my answer from in front of the concealing screen which provided me only partial anonymity from the rest of the gallery. You see he thought he’d caught me in a lie, with what I had told his ‘in house investigator’, but his investigator’s authorizations and clearances were not the same as the Senator’s…I replied, ‘As you know Senator, the lie is different at every level!’ and so it was, and so shall it always be, in this life anyway; from the highest Thrones in this world, and now, here again, right down to the tiniest strands of DNA, it’s lies, lies, lies all the way down! The truth is, the so called third strand of DNA that somehow could make ‘THEM’ superior was just another lie from the ‘father of lies’. In the end it was just another lecherous parasitic alien hitchhiker on the road of life, trying to deceive the vulnerable into forfeiting their birthright for a bag of magic beans!”

“My friend tried and was trying at the time of his death to determine if there was a way to separate the writhing and griping entanglements of the demon seed’s form, from the host DNA without destroying the host. He also speculated on possible ways to identify the Reptilian’s Host’s who walk among us while living in the grip of The Reptilian Seed’s Alien Possession.”

“It was here that I began my work, picking up where my friend had too abruptly left off.”

“Deep in my thoughts” my friend continued “Once again, I’d reached into life’s box of chocolates. Interesting thing” he noted, “There’s usually some chocolate covered jellies with red colored sprinkles on top, in life’s little box o’ chocolates, and I like those, but this time, it seemed like I’d reached instead for the three pastel colored, hard shell, candy coated nuts at the center of the box. I did remember clearly, that it seemed like just as I closed my eyes and started to munch, I began to feel dizzy and for only a moment…before I felt myself begin to spin and teeter over, and down…into the Rabbit’s hole!

Part III

“To Serve Man…”

There are three more ‘laws of investigation’ my investigator friend brought to my attention and he then began quoting them to me. Pellegrino, Powell and Sir Issac Asimov penned the “Three Laws of Alien Behavior:”

Law No. 1

Their survival will be more important than our survival.

If an alien species has to choose between them and us, they won’t choose us. It is difficult to imagine a contrary case; species don’t survive by being self-sacrificing.

Law No. 2

Wimps don’t become top dogs.

No species makes it to the top by being passive. The species in charge of any given planet will be highly intelligent, alert, aggressive, and ruthless when necessary.

Law No. 3

‘They’ will assume that the first two laws apply to ‘us’.

My friend told me how his dizzying mental fall was eventually arrested by a very hard floor. In the mixed box of ‘Investigator’s laws’, my friend calls life, those three pastel colored, candy coated chocolate covered nuts…apparently? can be some very hard pills to swallow.

He told me…”Doug!”, rousing me like a freight train…”Doug, it hit me like the hard ground we’re standing on! It’s all around us; everywhere! They think of us like Alien’s, but they’re the Alien’s! Don’t you get it?! They’re laughing at us. They ‘THINK’ they’re the children of Space Aliens from another world, marooned on this tiny blue orb. They’re just doing time till they can figure a way off this rock so they can get back up to their Death-Star Moon Ship; figure out how to fix it, and head back home to mommy!”

I sat there, listening as he talked. I looked at the heart shaped Valentine’s box of chocolates I’d given my wife earlier in the week, sure enough when I opened it (she hadn’t eaten any yet, but she had humored me with a perfunctory, ‘it’s the thought that counts’ and a peck on the cheek. I guess it’s some kinda’ high brow female, smarter than everyone else, non-fat thing.), anyway, sure enough…there they were, the delightfully showcased Evil Omen’s! just as described by my friend…three large, pastel colored, candy coated and chocolate covered nuts, just as my friend described! Forewarned is forearmed, that’s what I say…I picked a safe, fat and round soft chocolate; or two, before I put the lid back on the box. I wasn’t ready to drink the Kool-Aid yet, but I also wasn’t shutting him down either.

He continued, “See, the way I see it, it’s all about the blood, they marry and inter-marry to keep the Alien Blood pure. That’s why all the incestuousness in these elites Royal Cliques, they’re keeping it all in the family.” He then explained how he’d found that this guy and that girl were actually related to some other guy who wasn’t the guy we were all lied to about, that was so and so’s official father, or mother. After a while it actually started to make some kinda’ sense…or maybe the blood-sugar was just starting to kick in and make me a little tipsy. Anyway; whatever; I lazily thought to myself.

I starred off into space, deep in my hypo-glycemicially induced, contemplative thoughts. On the shelve beside the TV in my den an old VHS video box sat, it’s title staring back at me, ‘I Was A Zombie, for the FBI’. It’s a campy 80’s black and white ‘B’ movie some college kids made about some brother’s who discover some sunglasses that when worn, allow them to see Alien’s masquerading as humans and plotting to destroy the real humans and take over the earth. A more well known movie version is “They Live.” As I adjusted my reading glasses, I had a few new thoughts of my own…what if?…What IF?!

Then, rousing me again, out of my darkness, with his now booming voice, my investigator friend said ‘IT’! And then he said ‘IT’ again, and more slowly and decisively…and just then, ‘IT’ struck me, ‘IT’ struck me, like a silver bullet to my politically in-corrected brain! The haze half-cleared, and for a long moment…I realized exactly what he’d been trying to say all along, the clouding scales began to fall from my eyes also; just as they had for our Subject in his NDE (I briefly thought, ‘am I on the verge of my own diabetic induced coma? Perhaps like our original subject, I was having an NDE of my own.)

I reached for the water on the table beside me, but it was actually the grand kids Kool-Aid, I drank it anyway as I thought to myself, It doesn’t really matter what I believe! It doesn’t matter what the lying facts say! It doesn’t matter what any technical analysis reveals! It doesn’t even matter what the religious sages thought; or believe!

It only matters ‘what THEY believe!’; because our original subject and his relatives, who are king’s, queen’s, princes and princesses, as well as leader’s of industry and banking worldwide believe (and act as though) they are children of an other-worldly race of ‘Humanoid Being’s’; but not Human only…Hybrid Human…More than Human…Superior Alien Human’s!

Our subject and his kin had been taught by their families and tutor’s that once upon a time, ‘Their’ Ancestors had fallen to earth after some cosmic calamity in the time before…the Garden. He believed that while their ‘Ancestral Mother was Eve…their Ancestral father was not Adam!’ THEY BELIEVE that they are our ‘Humanoid Cousins’…Superior Hybrid’s, half Alien and only half Human. They once reined from Olympus and were Pharaohs. Whatever the real truth of their history, their “belief is the Driver of their Actions!” Being the true believers, they are, they will continue to operate in accordance with their belief, and the laws of Alien/Darwinian type survival. That’s why they interbreed, to maintain the purity of the Bloodline, that’s why they secretly meet and connive to pass power between themselves; and that’s why they must fool the rest of mankind into wars of self destruction and debt, so that we may be forever enslaved to their lusts, on this ‘Prison Planet’; till death do us part. More than afraid, they know in their hearts…this is a fight for survival…THE fight for survival!

It had begun, just as my friend had said, as “a Murder Investigation”, starting with the first Murder when that Luciferian Demon Dad, had first whispered of the Evil deed to his willing child…Cain! It continued down through time, the Son’s of Adam fighting for survival and destroying the Alien Giant’s in Cainan Land…David and the Hybrid Goliath, and his four hybrid brothers. And all the hidden true believer’s since…hiding in plain sight, so powerful, so important…so, so afraid.

I was reminded how in the mountains of Afghanistan the people would say their cousin lives on the other side of that mountain; then in the next breath, remind you that the word for cousin…is interchangeably the same word meaning enemy.

Interchangeably?!? These earth-bound, half cousins of ours, continue to laugh, but it is a nervous laugh at that! As they have a joke or two at our expense; recreating their Lying Father’s ‘fall to earth’ and flashing their heretofore secret gang sign/hand signs to each other, right in our face. I know now how dangerous their beliefs are, because they are being driven by their beliefs, taught to them by their real alleged father…the Father of Lies. And even now he knows The Truth and whispers in his initiates ears just as he first did in Cain’s ear…the ‘Son’s of Adam’ as long as they live…are dangerous.

Just then my friend began to cite another Law, stating, “And when your finally out of chocolates, it’s time to make stew!” I begged his indulgence for a few minutes as I wandered down the hall to the restroom. I was wondering to myself, ‘where did I leave my ladder? I gotta get outta’ this rabbit’s hole before the bad guys figure out there’s no rabbits for the rabbit stew they’re dreaming up for their caldron. They might decide to change cookbooks to suit whatever else they might find’…’Ummm yes, there it is’, I thought, they’d thought…”To Serve Man”.

Feb 21, 2013

 

THEY HIDE THE EVIDENCE – TARTARUS – SOUL ENERGY USED AS POWER

Considering The Word spoke the Universe into existence, yes, this is real and true. Tartary architecture of cathedrals and institutions uses #cymatics to harvest soul energy (from trauma) from the ether. Electricity comes from this and is collected from the air by wires. They make us pay for our own pain, essentially, and profit in power. Back to the “we are batteries for the matrix” thing. Hollywood reveals what is going on, sorcery spells must be stated, that’s how that works. I started a server here to explore this with others. If you would like an invitation, let me know @SonoftheMostHigh It’s called Tartarus Revealed.

In the 1940’s, the music industry set as a recording standard a hertz of 440, as opposed to the 432 natural human hertz. 440 hertz creates anxiety and anger, fuels negative emotions. Many musicians now tune in and record in 432 hertz. You can find a lot of it on youtube and make “healthier” playlists. Also, images can be embedded in sound waves and directly satanic. It is best to avoid 440 radio, records, CDs, TV, and digital transmissions. There are recordings of the Schumann Resonance – the earth’s own EMF, which our heart needs – and you can play them in the background during your days. This helps to protect you from 5G, cellular damage, and spiritual manipulation from demons.

It is necessary to know that the millimeter waves of frequencies can be terribly manipulated to harm us (including animals and all biologic systems, even plants… look at the *bee deaths colony collapse

And by the way I wrote about *that in 2006 on myspace, AND GMOs and glyphosate that year too, and vaccines, the alphabet agencies owning FB I cried out – on it – in 2007 when it began, but who listens to the watchers until too late?
I have always been mocked.

The entire 5G death system set up to drop us. So discernment is needed. Natural tuning of instruments, especially the psaltery, harp, and bells, can help heal us. It’s all about frequency. OPTIMAL health is now the goal. Everything is tainted and Yeshua is a DNA rescue mission, a long term plan which gave all souls a choice to choose their address by their own free will.

This truly is the origin of the saying “Pay as you go”!

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