Reedsy’s info pic You are born to parents or to the state, an unknowing slave of the qabal. You are called by the society and authorities you are given, to learn, to regurgitate, to obey, and to work as a slave, to benefit yourself but to the utmost, benefit your slave masters.
Morning, i have only had time to briefly check out these further works, fascinating, but We do seem to find what We need, when We it
In my youth i lived in bus on a layby in the district north of York known as "howardian hills" named after an "elite" family that deem they "own" it, however they dont own "all" of it
There is a vilage called Gilling and outside Gilling and toward Ampleforth (the monks secret valley, you can find images, it is truly beautiful) there is, if memory of the wording serves me a "seven swallow spring", local memory recalls that Tolkein came here to write his great works...
Its strange the places We go? as well as so much beauty i once worked underground in the storm drains below the "m32" motorway in north england, a place known as "saddleworth moor" it was here that "hindley and brady" tortured, raped and sacrifically murdered an unknown quantity of innocent children, that was a dark place to work...
Later i knew of a friend whose mother was jailed in Lon-don for trafficking hashish out of Maroc for "mr nice", as a teenager he visited her in "holloway" the secure womens jail, he asked his mother in the visitor room who was the woman with the piercing eyes sat alone at a table in the corner, his mother told him to look away, that, she said, that is moira, she comes here to "feed", receives no visitor, just "feeds", how is she allowed asked her son? his mother laughed and said "she does as she pleases here, none will challenge her"
it is the experiences and things We learn that mould us?
in a nutshell i deem myself a custodian within this "imitation realm", understanding/theorising that from here Souls may return home... and theorising/understanding that what "they" are attempting/have created is yet a further version from which redemption cannot be had, or at least even less easily as it is Here..
Back in the day when we had music "cassettes" the tape would often rub, sometimes the sounds from both sides woud overlap, rub thin, the tape would twist and grab for a moment, the two sides crossing over, that is how i view "their" tired, worn out Soul mill system??
I visted for a morning some years back Tomar, north of the Tejo, toward the east coast, the foundation of the "order of Christ" following the templar "issues", i knew 100% i had been before and that the place was of meaning
In many ways i very much love this "imperfect" Realm, it has beauty and meaning, as We approach the "beginning" many seem set to flit and move on, i reckon my place will still be here at least for another few outings
Im going to properly check out your diatance healing when i have Good time, im cautious about channeled energy, given past experiences, but my focus on the shit show since Jan 2020 has near exhausted me and as my visit to a local town reminded me there are many who need gentle prompting toward the feelings of curiosity that they are going through and Me, i just cant keep silent, i want em to know, i want them to ask "what the fuck is going on", but its exhausting
Morning, i have only had time to briefly check out these further works, fascinating, but We do seem to find what We need, when We it
In my youth i lived in bus on a layby in the district north of York known as "howardian hills" named after an "elite" family that deem they "own" it, however they dont own "all" of it
There is a vilage called Gilling and outside Gilling and toward Ampleforth (the monks secret valley, you can find images, it is truly beautiful) there is, if memory of the wording serves me a "seven swallow spring", local memory recalls that Tolkein came here to write his great works...
Its strange the places We go? as well as so much beauty i once worked underground in the storm drains below the "m32" motorway in north england, a place known as "saddleworth moor" it was here that "hindley and brady" tortured, raped and sacrifically murdered an unknown quantity of innocent children, that was a dark place to work...
Later i knew of a friend whose mother was jailed in Lon-don for trafficking hashish out of Maroc for "mr nice", as a teenager he visited her in "holloway" the secure womens jail, he asked his mother in the visitor room who was the woman with the piercing eyes sat alone at a table in the corner, his mother told him to look away, that, she said, that is moira, she comes here to "feed", receives no visitor, just "feeds", how is she allowed asked her son? his mother laughed and said "she does as she pleases here, none will challenge her"
it is the experiences and things We learn that mould us?
in a nutshell i deem myself a custodian within this "imitation realm", understanding/theorising that from here Souls may return home... and theorising/understanding that what "they" are attempting/have created is yet a further version from which redemption cannot be had, or at least even less easily as it is Here..
Back in the day when we had music "cassettes" the tape would often rub, sometimes the sounds from both sides woud overlap, rub thin, the tape would twist and grab for a moment, the two sides crossing over, that is how i view "their" tired, worn out Soul mill system??
I visted for a morning some years back Tomar, north of the Tejo, toward the east coast, the foundation of the "order of Christ" following the templar "issues", i knew 100% i had been before and that the place was of meaning
In many ways i very much love this "imperfect" Realm, it has beauty and meaning, as We approach the "beginning" many seem set to flit and move on, i reckon my place will still be here at least for another few outings
Im going to properly check out your diatance healing when i have Good time, im cautious about channeled energy, given past experiences, but my focus on the shit show since Jan 2020 has near exhausted me and as my visit to a local town reminded me there are many who need gentle prompting toward the feelings of curiosity that they are going through and Me, i just cant keep silent, i want em to know, i want them to ask "what the fuck is going on", but its exhausting
Animals in my care to feed, away i am