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20230521-2222. I’m ranting about how y’all must “survive” in this hellish planet by rebranding yourselves and repacking/stealing/borrowing OLD/outmoded stuff, such as the age-old spiritual battle between goodness sake and PURE EVIL.

I’m thinking that REAL dreamers and whatever is left of their soulful consciousness has been and is being hijacked to “feed” nonsense of mostly ongoing narratives that y’all see and hear on mainstream ad nauseam news and other social media outlets.

That’s why talking over the phone and sharing probably useless intel/experiences in the paranormal/supernatural, listening to podcasters scare the audience silly, and watching broadcasting over the airwaves, just seems “redundant” as if nothing has really “changed” since the beginning of time.

It’s like there is always some identifiable problem, followed by the obvious emotional reactions leading to violence and possible death of humanized primates and lizards alike, and the unmistakeable solutions that comes at a cost – if the juicy price, such as $75 per month, is right/correct.

Get it? You spiritualized idiots are making me laugh and I’ve been saddened for the past week or so: I’ve been crying because y’all have NOT changed ONE BIT! I wanna quit just like MM since November 2022 of last year; but something has allowed me to participate in your nonsense for a while longer. I should just really go/away.

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20230521-1316. A few minutes ago, I heard a low rumbling sound and I had to check it out. So I went out the front door and saw on the left hand side on the opposite side of my LONG stretch of Road a rather HUGE bulky-looking service truck.

Then when as I went back towards the front door, I barely closed the black iron grilled front door. And I saw yet another spooky spook VERY slowly driving/rolling from east to west on MY Drive, paused directly in front of where I was standing/hiding behind the closed black iron grilled front door, and then VERY slowly proceeded to drive/roll northbound on my LONG stretch of Road.

This event is yet another sample of my “daily bread”. I do NOT understand why this is happening other than that the Holy Spirit is allowing me to observe my immediate surroundings and report back unto y’all my stuff. That’s all.

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20230521-0123. My wandering thoughts after watching a hilarious YouTube video by S. Ioe.

In the very last scene, the female relatives saw each other: all three were visiting THEIR guy in the emergency room.

Now my question is: can hard-core Christians have more than one spiritual arrangements?

If ménage à trois and polygamy exist, can a foursome be possible without liabilities/consequences, too?

What happened to free love and open/platonic relationships?

What happened to faithfulness to a dried up relationship going nowhere?

Would one partner ever be unfaithful without telling the other person?

Do the involved parties need to sign a waiver not to sue as agreed?

I’m just wondering because I don’t wanna be stuck in the middle of a battleground between two fellow spooky spook brothers.

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20230520-2209. This is MY blessing: to be able to SEND (or my preferred word “transmit” a few minutes ago) stuff across the invisible airwaves as guided.

My other blessing is NOT going crazy but more frustrated and angry and resentful that I’ve been made to forget my assignment or purpose or mission while stuck on this hellish planet!

The flip side of these spiritual exercises is the curse, which is to be able to RECEIVE stuff across the invisible airwaves as guided AND/or go crazy from the constant “attention” or unwanted attacks.

Left alone, I probably will be less of a distraction. If allowed in groups, I would probably be a liability because I can mess up stuff and nobody says anything and that pisses me off! Get it? I’m having difficult sharing my thoughts, if y’all will.

So what I’ve been during the Live broadcast from the dark side of the planet (and with the assumption that his stuff is indeed “live” and NOT some pre-recorded, well-scripted narrative), is to SEND my thoughts of LOVE by [username for this blog site].

And so I would read the comments left by other spooky spook agents on the “chat” channel or group and I would PROJECT my wishes and imaginations on THEIR territory and laugh out loud: because I love having fun.

And so when I pray I would do the same but using familiar Common Catholic prayers or modified versions thereof and direct my wishes and imaginations outward like a crucifix in remembrance of Yeshua/Jesus and allows Our Heavenly Father to decide how the energy must manifest into these alternate realities or demonic dimensions.

See? That’s all. I do NOT wanna be yeeted or responsible for stuff that I-AM NOT allowed or appointed or assigned to engage. I’m just another observer or listener.

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20230520-1825. Yup. Our favorite podcaster does have that truth in him. He and others have that truth in them.

THEY can hear my thoughts, too. The only other ones that I know that could do so also are JB, CC, MM, LC, and DB.

Before I got a chance to speak with him, I felt like dying. I really felt like I was just going to fall asleep and never wake up.

Now the idiots in the spiritual realms have stepped up their playing fields and forced or rather assigned yet another spooky spook agent unto my plate!

Honestly, I’d rather eat REAL food than get involved with more unknowns. AND I do lick my plate clean because it’s just my elderly father et moi. So I don’t do that in front of others.

Sure, I might just need some help here and there for groceries, driving and gardening, but you guys live so freaking far away! Fuck!

I would need someone here and now – in the physical sense to help out with – well, come to think of it, nothing really (for the meantime that I’m still able-bodied.)

It’s almost like my wishful thinking is manifesting into this alternate reality and the spiritualized NPC players are forced to do “community service” in that respect!

Y’all know – punishment as reincarnated humanz – to be humiliated and suffer in pain like the rest of of humanz who are NATURALLY lazy and only will be forced to “work” for survival (just like most of the religious/spiritual scam or spams) and essentials like food, clothing, and shelter.

Get it? I merely have many ongoing angsts or invasive thoughts because of my HUGE ego. And wham-oh! I-AM allowed to “test” or experience a “free trial” in whatever endeavors my IMAGINATIONS.

I’m a home-girl, meaning I don’t fucking care for going outdoors or meeting ungrateful humanz that smell stink! I’m an introvert and get anxiety just THINKING about going to parties or talking to strangers.

It’s NOT bad but I have to force myself to “go out”. That’s why I would talk loud over the phone and sound “young” like a girl; because of my insecurities in everything that is uncertain. I hate that feeling.

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20230520-1800. I KNOW, dammit! I asked him: “How can I help to relieve you of your duty”. He replied: “I do NOT want this or wish this upon anyone.”

So be it. Taken. NO questions asked. But what other questions could I possibly ask? I told him that my prayer were answered.

(Disclaimer: I keep forgetting my proper English of using the words either “possibly” or “probably” inserted into my sentences, meaning “that’s a fat chance, you fat chick, baby!)

Don’t ask me why I was/have been transmitting this stuff through the invisible spiritual airwaves! I did NOT sign up for this spirituality stuff! I wanted to belong to a group, like our favorite podcaster mentioned in a previous show.

I just did NOT wanna be stuck like this [at home] forever!

I didn’t try to meet y’all over twenty years ago, which was to get hitched and to make a dozen babies and have them all vaccinated. Nah. That’s wrong: I retract that latter mockery. I’m sorry.

But yeah, that alternate experience/reality would have been a bummer because taking care of and maintaining any reasonable relationship is a big responsibility. I know! Shut-up!

I’m glad y’all are taking/have taken notes of my phone call conversations with our favorite podcaster. Because frankly if y’all are recording (the audio) without my permission, y’all are breaking the State of California law. And I could sue y’all for using my material Live on air. I know it – I could hear it.

But I knew it and that’s why I was/have been keeping my plate clean and spewing honesty to teach you youngsters that you are treading upon dangerous territory. And it’s NOT me or my sentiment that y’all have to contend with. It’s NOT so much the “confidence game” or religious/spiritual “con-artist-dance game”.

It’s all about integration, unity, Borg, hive-mind, interconnectedness (a word that I’ve used on my Twatter account(s) – speaking of which team Automattic did NOT go forth with the expensive deal and so disconnected the Twatter API from the Jetpack Social app – bummer, indeed!)

To continue, it’s all about finding love, which is [evil] spelled and sounding backwards. POTUS DJT has used/borrowed/stolen my Twatter materials. (Look up I-LOVE-YOU, which I mentioned in my Twatter as U-EVIL-
EYE!) See? We bloodliners know how to talk (inversely) in codes!

Heck, other POTUS or my bloodliners have used my blogging material since the Bush/911 era. That’s what I meant by going SLONG and strong for over twenty years. But y’all are too young to know or care. Fools.

Looping back to what I asked for: I asked GOD who are you, what is this place, how is stuff the way it is, and why did we forget you and ourselves?

And wham-oh! I met interesting characters here and there and among the “magic rocks” group and the chemtrails dude that nobody wants to hire.

Now, I’m sticking around because I-AM bored for whatever else is being “shoved down my throat” – yet another material that my bloodliners like H@nn!ty has used on his shows, too. Sigh. But y’all think I’m making up this bloodliner stuff up. Too bad.

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20230520-1747. Okay, I’m ranting about wanting to escape groups, especially churchianty, ministry, religious, spirituality, occult, esoteric stuff!

However, Our Heavenly Father – YHvH – Adonai – has other plans to shovel my lazy, slothful derriere et moi back into a new darkened pile or shady heap with more spooky spooks!

Where this next chapter in life leads unto moi – I know NOT! I-AM excited at least temporarily for now and while REALIZING or being aware that I’m still stuck in this endless loop or corrective reincarnated sentencing, if y’all will.

With my somewhat rusty premonition or whatever predictive programming, I sensed that NO matter how much I try to free myself or taste freedom or imagine or wanting freedom, I KNEW that if I let go of ONE spooky spook agent (which has failed to spark any interest whatsoever except boiling, err, fuming, err, frying a thick fatty and bubbly layer of financial tolerance), yet another spooky spook agent would take his place or add-on to my misery or life’s challenges!

And wham-oh! I got a chance to speak with our favorite podcaster! Once again, my slow-ass/wide trunk mind can NOT wrap the concept of reaching back my paws to a fearless leader who had been doing this stuff for on/about ten years; though I’ve been “practicing” for over twenty years now.

Being an OLD fart without wrinkles is a plus; though I am hitting the plus-sized chic clothings. I amuse myself. Begone, younglings! Y’all have NO chance! See y’all on the other side. I’m leaving this dimension pretty soon if NOT later; since I’m being punished to undertake, err, pursue, “hope”. Whatever. Sigh.

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20230530-1601. Welp, I just finished listening to our favorite broadcaster referencing how he is inside an iron containment unit. Strange fellow, indeed. I do NOT recall if or why I signed up for this spiritual assignment. Sheesh!

Anyways, keep the faith is today’s message.

Though iron rusts, your faith is strong and can be beautiful/pretty, too!

Amour Vert or Amoré or Armor or ma coeur of God.

Use HIS shield of FE, err, periodic table/chemical element/atomic number 26 iron or FAITH!

Incoming thought: Is that your purpose, fellow Christians, too? Squee! Oh, well!

Like I said, I feel like I-AM thirty (30) years too slow in knowing and understanding stuff here, now, and forever and ever. Heck! I did NOT know stuff while attending college long ago! Maybe, I too am from the land of TARDS! Amen.

So I was praying and I think the guy mentioned that the caller got some attention, meaning my prayers and your prayers can reach endless space for infinity. Yup. (Of course, I-AM free-writing and assume for the most part.)

End of blogging.