Instructed by my cards to restore the head-to-head shuffle in order to allow inverted card readings, I begin today. I'm now to read the Knight of Pentacles reversed as Twitter. It's been so long since I've worked the cards this way I have to consult the guide book to refresh my memory about the meanings when the cards come up this way. 9 of Pentacles was the first. This is 10 of Cups:

In today's reading, King of Swords, inverted, I'm told is the Deep State: Cruelty, Perversity, Barbarity, Perfidy, Evil Intention. It anchors the Spine of the Celtic Cross side bar. The Ten of Cups inverted prompted me to look up the meanings of Perfidy (Faithless, Disloyal, Treachery) and Prodigy (Miracle in the Offing, Extraordinary Deed or Accomplishment) Used in an example, "P.G. Wodenhouse describes how character named Pongo Twistleton was performing prodigies with the [Billiard] cue." I'm riveted by the kill box used by Q to flag a message, that DJ is both Derek Johnson (Military Laws & Executive Orders, & Communications) and Donald J Trump now morphed into one sense. The Upright King of Swords, I was shown yesterday, is Silver or Asset Backed Currency. The spelling is the Magic. They were "Telling the Truth" with all their howling about how "WE'RE" (meaning THEM) losing our Democracy. Their Democracy is a Representative Democracy which, we're taught, is the form of Democracy observed in the US. Congress and the Senate representing the People. They ignore the People who are also the Citizens of the Republic on a State/Commonwealth level and consider themselves the Federal Democracy - which history tells us always degenerates into dictatorship with the "majority rule" dismissive of the other views. In their practice, with the Majority, they were free to ignore the first rule of Politics: "What Goes Around Comes Around," and to protect their majority at any cost. That's simply what they mean when they warn "We are losing our Democracy!" For years, I saw in the design of the inverted Ten of Cups, two dark eyes and a guilty grin which always made me relive the look given to me anytime someone I trusted betrayed me. The look conveys that the eyes acknowledge the trust being knowingly broken by a cravenly selfish person "looking out for Number One." A Spouse, Friend, Business Partner, anyone in a good faith relationship who makes this choice is saying, "You were asking for it. You should have been suspicious." These losers fail to understand the mutual trust dictum, the vow, the Oath. We both learn from the treachery and going forward, never miss the queues given off by one who, when in the advantageous position, will absolutely cheat. Today's reading continues "up the spine" with the Ten of Wands, a burdened but detemined servant approaching a community that will, justly, suffer the rods of God. Perfidy: the clones, the trans, the RINOs, the corporate media, the "not what we're led to believe" have never not known us to trust. Have never not known crime to pay. Have never doubted their "Beyond Reproach" status. Bush wasn't incurious; he knew what was happening. Biden isn't arrogant, he believes his half century of fraud will be arranged to last yet another term. Though we all wish to see progress, we know we are blessed to still be dancing, to be observing the protocol as we continue to maintain the balance between what we learn and what we believe.

Marie Chose Homelessness

It's that time of year when we don't need the extra quilt and blanket, we're sleeping with the windows open and waking to the sound of birds chirping. So I was ready to not only change the sheets on the bed, but to swap out the spread and shams, dust under and behind the beds and put the off-season stuff into Space Bags and get them up to the attic so we can be refreshed and ready for Summer. In my little town, off the beaten path and out of the way of the trendy traffic, I can park right in front of the Post Office, buy my birdseed at Agway while also visiting the Farmer's Market where one can set up a table for free, buy a sipper at a fancy coffee shop or incredible pastry and icecream at a bakery. This little town has nothing to attract the general public and yet serves anyone who takes the Main Street Extension to just explore and get those hard-to-find items. At the ACE Hardware that's been here forever, I was finally able to duplicate the keys for my son't 80 year old front door lock that couldn't be found at any Walmart, Lowes or Home Depot Key machines. One may just spend some reading time in the library who will happily courier the book you want from any of the dozen other county facilities and let you know they're holding it for you at the desk. They give you online access to electronic resources nation-wide so I was able to follow the entire Outlander Series, including all the little side novellas and "back story" audiobooks without spending a fortune. I hadn't discovered this series until 2018 when NPR announced the results of their poll of the best 100 books of the last Century and Outlander was the top-listed. How did I not know about it? So I went online to my library's electronic resources and downloaded the audiobook. When I buy with my audible.com credits, the books cost me $14.95 and I subscribe monthly. I usually look for books that run about 18 hours or longer so when I see that Outlander books run into the 40 and 45 hour length - quite the money's worth for your credit - I'm stunned. Not only does it take 45 hours of listening to hear the more than 40 chapters, it takes listening all day every day for the two weeks the library loans the audiobook in order to finish the book by the time it is due to be returned. But Diana Gabaldon wrote and published 8 of the books in the series which first appeared to the reading public in 1991. Intermittently thereafter, July 1, 1992, December 1, 1993, December 30, 1996, November 6, 2001, September 27, 2005, September 22, 2009, June 10, 2014, November 23, 2021, another sequel followed and fans waited patiently for the four or five years for the next installment to appear. In 2014 it seemed the series was complete - except that Gabaldon revealed that #9 in the series was in the works along with #10. Now it took nearly 5 years for BEES to be delivered and by then, having already audited the entire series I am waiting with everyone else to see how the cliffhanger of William riding to the Ridge to cry for help from Jamie and Claire turns out, and enduring "Droughtlander" by re-listening to all the books. It puts me in a new place, a place where I can more appreciate what the Pioneers, Patriots and Pilgrims contributed to the founding of these United States. Americana in full blast shows throughout the series and displays the spiritual struggle of people living with Integrity, insisting on being free from Tyrranical rulers who tax and threaten them. Courage-driven every-day people So I find myself with my about-to-be-stored bedding at the Laundromat where large front-loaders offer quick turn-around for the oversized quilts and bedspread. Recently Arcade type video games showed up at this location, offering kids a place to play under a well-lit, camera-secured roof where the biggest washing machines make those oversized items as simple to launder as towels and socks. So that's where I go, probably once each season, to start my "spring cleaning" stuff in earnest. Last winter, when I was getting the Christmas linens and blankets washed, I noted a woman standing outside near the entrance "preaching" to the otherwise empty parking lot save for the recently plowed piles of snow. At the time, I thought her a little crazy; supposed the police kept an eye on her and hoped she had a warm, secure home to go to at closing time. I found myself there Saturday making the trip a threefer, dropping off my library books, buying birdseed and finch food then getting the quilts and blankets into an oversized machine at said laundromat. There she was, folding her jeans and making a neat little pile on the table while she acknowledged me and smiled. She was looking out the window and noticed that I still had my Trump bumper sticker on my rear windshield, parked next to her vehicle. She pointed out that she, likewise, had several Trump-supporting stickers on her car. She, being a black woman, got a lot of flack as the result. "So why should I not?" she wondered, "I'm a Republican!" Apparently, that's the problem, say those she can no longer call friends. "I now live in a "Commonwealth!" she adds, "but I have no idea what a Commonwealth is." I assured her that Butler County, where she was, is strongly Republican. She reveals that she now lives in her car and had to pack her laundry carefully in order to leave room for "living;" she could no longer endure the negative atmosphere of her $90,000/yr job in Washington D.C. and had to move out of her bedroom community home in Louden County, Virginia. She was no longer using her Ph.D. in Economics and found work with a temporary agency programming the road signs and replacing the batteries in the orange-striped plaquards and barrels with the blinking lights found in Road Construction zones. (Little did she realize she was in the jackpot zone of road construction - Pennsylvania.) It became evident to her that she required a cash-flow job in order to catch up on her car payments which she confessed were four months behind. It was a nice enough car, I didn't pay attention to what kind it was but it certainly didn't seem like one for which her monthly payments should have exceeded the $600 she said she was having difficulty meeting. Christ, for that she could get something she could "live in" like a Cadillac or a previously owned van! As she folded her jeans, she engaged me in conversation explaining how she came to be in this place. I asked her where she parks her car when she sleeps and she explained it was a movie theatre parking lot. She seemed more and more rational and less the crazy I thought her to be a few months earlier when I observed her Preaching to the Wind. An acquaintance had urged her to attend a church service with her, but her instincts told her this wouldn't be for her and she declined. So my suggestion that her church might help her find safer, warmer shelter wouldn't work. This woman was doing what I had done forty years ago: climbing out of the Rabbit Hole that is the insanity of a section of society. Rejection and humiliation escorted by the realization that this just wasn't right drove her to innoculate herself through isolation. Yet she longed for companionship, gentle reassurance, affirmation that she was a woman of principle and cherished.

Make America Great Again Does To The Republican Party What Progressives Did To the Democrat Party

MOLLIE HEMINGWAY, THE FEDERALIST: "I think the Republican party probably needs to understand the reason why its prospects are so good is because Donald Trump kind of reshaped the party into a working-class multiracial party and that is why they're going to have electoral success and they should acknowledge that and understand why people are moving to their party in a way they didn't before."

Such as I realized at the North Jersey Republican Party Watch Gathering during the Trump Acceptance Speech at the Republican National Convention in August 2020. During the leadup to the speech, we applauded the many candidates for local office who differed from what I had perceived Republicans to be in several ways. Women who owned their owned businesses, Real Estate Agents, Retired and Active Reserve Military many among them starkly different from the previous norm, white, country club, buttoned-down conservatives. I sat at table with three men in uniform who were quite enthused about the impact they were confidant they would have on their communities once elected. Likewise, a terribly rude woman at the table next to the buffet in a voice laced with hostility threatened me that I should remove my fingertips from the table at which she was seated. This was a nice restaurant and we met some lovely young people at the bar who asked what all these name-tagged people were doing here. We chatted amiably as we waited for our drinks and as we paid for out cocktails, the man who acknowledged that he was a Democrat confided that the Democrats have lost their minds. As the line for the food got to the buffet, and the nasty black woman demanded that I remove my finger from her table, my companion - a feisty independent Trumper, her temper heated up - wanted to engage her. There I was, a step from the first item on the buffet, hungry and eager for what was a lavish spread of some promising tidbits, about to witness a confrontation I sorely wanted to avoid. Gripping her shoulders,I turned her towards the food and used the most calming, reassuring voice I had to defuse the tension. But there it was, a stark demonstration of what now drives the Democratic Party with hate in even the most elegant, civilized setting. In turn, Working Class people with an educated understanding of economic influence on communities were stepping forward to take up activism in a positive, self-guided leadership role. Not seeking to recruit triggered supporters, they express their ideas intelligently, letting the audience make wise choices and on the strength of President Trump's message, were doing so within the framework of the Republican Party. As I looked around, I saw none of what once said "Republican" to me: no yellow ties, no blazers and khakis, no ladies with big hair and jewelry. What I saw were the kind of folks who hold down a couple jobs and volunteer to coach Little League, empty nesters able to devote newly acquired free time to their passion and neighbors who immigrated to New Jersey who were solidly American and loving their new country for all the reasons they left where they had lived.

The Terrans

I'm reading this piece on the 40 of Elon Musk's 49 satellites being shot down by the Deep Staters in Northern Italy. Much of this evening's reading and podcast watching has me thinking about the Voltares of the Twilight stories. Michael Jaco says General Flynn is not "readable" and he gets a blank when attempting to "remote view" him. Of course, this was what was happening with Edward, who can read everyone's minds, including the Wolves, but he cannot read Bella's. They discover laterduring conversation with a visiting vampire volunteering to fight with the Cullens against the Voltares, that she is a "Shield." She's able to extend and project that special "power" with concentration and practice to protect all her people from the Voltares. Thor Han Eredyon, a Galactic Federation Source of Elena Danaan, explains that the SkEYES were targeted by TERRANS in service to themselves who try at every turn to foil Musk. Han acknowledges that Musk is in a partnership with the Federation working to release heretofore classified technology to humanity. The location of the source of the attack was Northern Italy, with links to the same crowd that stole the 2020 US Election. Same DoD contractors, same Obama ties, same military hybrid weapons. The Media is building up the prospects of World War III breaking out in the Ukraine. The satellites launched by StarLink were intended to provide internet high speed connectivity to rural and challenged locales. Hughes and Viasat, competitors and their parent companies, are the prime suspects behind the destruction of most of the recently-launched devices. In Ottowa, the internet is cut, access to viable fuel and funding are denied and threats of arrest are giving the world a look at Trudeau's insanity. Fox media is openly indicating that he is the bastard son of Fidel Castro. Quality leadership in the RCMP resign over the unconstitutional acts they are asked to commit. Vampires. Glam fantasies. Turns out, they're real. Another "shocker" not so shocking, eh?

Pirate Fée Draguignan

Saturday, September 27, 2014  12:44:34 PM  Pirate Fée advise they’ll play this game.  An EAR for it lets us be part of it, and the training to get here asked faith's share.  The route began with ground afoot as I stepped upon it.  Ground that wound from George, Sister/St. Patron of England, Vincentian Nun we "visit" as we think of vinegar dish wash, Margaret Duda, Old Ladies' Hagiography.  We understand SYNAXARION "Gathering."

Dolmen de Draguignan: Pierre de la Fée  ... 

We begin to sonic understanding.  Language faer - both beauty and skill.  Pirates, Mates of the Jolly Rojo in Cinci today, moved up to the Sunshine from afternoon to day.

With Cutch at bat, JaHey and Travis on base, the swing "Chases." says Greg Brown, (we Hear as "jesus!")


Robin Williams as Genie has joined Bénè in the elephant's foot of Maple Génè.  As promised, the Faeries have "entered" the game prompting Martè to boot a fielding ball.  On Walker, who "looked but didn't see," Mezzaracco scores 3 on them when they could have taken him out of scoring position.  We are shown to see, si si! 

Bénè is still "there" in the Maple, but has become Bénè +. 

Robin wasn't altogether responsible, for his despair overcame him in the prospect of a life even more out of his control than the wildly flailing comic he portrayed.  How often I was moved to consider that had I demonstrated such flightiness, it would have so terrified those who rely on my steadiness that they'd have put me away.

We suppose that it matters that the Voice you trust, to which you listen, be a voice of protective energies, kind and understanding.  Bénè is Papa.  His arms greet his trusting ones as they arrive to his dolman.  What Robin left for us in blue is one he understood well to teach Aladdin... "My pleasure to serve." a master I recognize, not as an authority, but as a Friend who had been there for me and to whom I remain loyal.

The sun took a turn on a play in the Pirates' 3rd and gave the catch to a Punxsutawney kid with the reminder that when Faeries connect, the improbabilities abound.  You feel the vibe when they do.  Everybody does.  But they don't separate it from the unfolding.  They just sense the jingle, unaware of the magnets focused and Etching+ steering and managing.  Gary Reedus (O/F #2) and Bob Walk (rhP #17) discuss "The Book of Stances" and admits his courage bloomed following a error when the "earned run" was off the statistical table.
     

Unloading The Stupified

 They disparage me on my FaceBook page for recognizing what's true and insist on conflating their spin with what is.  Anyone can look at Joe Biden and understand that he's "shot" as Trump observes.  His mental acuity is not just in question;  he's clearly in the early stages of dementia.  He cannot be propped up in the eyes of legitimate citizens any more than the pretentious Obama was.  He's not the President for all as he proclaims.  He's neither capable of bringing about a healing of the nation nor a softening of suspicion in which Middle America holds him.that google map that shows us in a location in the Tasman Sea off the coast of Austrailia. the Location name is 4RJMF2FM+FR i CANnot change the pointsizze, but I can "embolden" text. This content is not available in preview. So, how did I gett here? I had the wrong stick for this keyboard and just recognixed that this is the correct one. I'm going to shift to Word, which I just paid $126 dollars to install as a program I've woned not subscription renewable, but just an upgradable.

Former CIA Director John Brennan An Affront to the Constitution

Given what we have learned about the CIA and its involvement in the coup upon their successful assassination of President Kennedy, Brennan's Washington Post Op Ed in which he bashes Trump for being ALL THE THINGS the CIA has been for 70 years, I am gutted, I tell you, by the pretense these shadow "government" Constitution shredders continue to demonstrate.

In an era when all tech patents granted are immediately classified and all inventions are weaponized by these Nazis-In-American-Guise frauds, I am managing and monitoring my thoughts, endeavoring utterly to control my emotion and transcend this ruse they continue to perpetrate.

 The president “has shown highly abnormal behavior by lying routinely to the American people without compunction, intentionally fueling divisions in our country and actively working to degrade the imperfect but critical institutions that serve us,” Brennan writes.

Having learned where the black - Unacknowledged - budget is really going, how Haliburton has mocked those very "institutions" now callously commandeered by the Brennan & Company Crowd, my instincts tell me that the word "President" can and should be replaced by "the Elite" and any criticism lobbed at Trump by these Shadow thugs now masquerading as Citizens are more likely their cynical attempt to have us "look at this shiny thing" while they continue as Mis-Information distributors to confuse us and make us question whom we can believe, as this Op Ed demonstrates.

Trump defies THEM and therefore puts himself directly in their cross-hairs, just as JFK did by attempting to exercise the authority of the Presidency to implement his policies.  That quote more accurately describes Brennan, the Bushes, Obama and MK Ultra and Contractors enjoying free and unaccounted-for access to US Resources in "kept secret by lethal force" unconstitutional, criminal artifice.

As the Conference In The Desert unfolds, whistle-blower revelations about Antarctica,  Mars, the Moon, and the ancient history of our planet; Government Disclosure, UFO Sightings, Crop Circles and "Need to Know" alternative "news" is offered the thinking, responsible citizen no longer willing to indulge the tactics of ridicule and oppression, the Men In Black threatening and murdering investigators into these more-likely-true-than the bogusnesquesness fed us by those who would be referred to as "our Government."

I'm not afraid to learn that Aliens - or beings of off-planet races - live and exist among us.  I'm not upset that what has been presented as "Science Fiction" is, in fact, actually happening.  I'm not thrilled that the crimes committed in the name of preserving secrecy about technology and access for the elite go unquestioned; but I wish it to be brought to an end.  Let us have the actual reality of what has heretofore been a military-access-only body of information.  Let us arrive at the truth as we are able to understand and process it.  Let us Stand on our Hind Legs as bona-fide Humans, a species to be respected, trusted and recognized for what we bring to life.  Let us no longer take responsibility for the Nazi-mentality that threatens nuclear war, oppresses the good in humanity and enslaves us for their own profit and pretentious extravagance.

Associating Excel with Soul.

Something I understand enough to use for work had frequent episodes of connection to things I study in the area of the Nature of Real/As it appears to me/Energy formations.  The program, part of Microsoft Office, has levels and capabilities to make it applicable to a vast array of life ideas.  It calculates.  It "pictures".  It merges and divides, centers and texts.  It Hides and illustrates. It lets you add or remove columns and rows, and thereby sort your data according to those columns.

It can convert your data to graphs, charts or - I suspect - 3-D.  Because it connects to any other spread sheet you wish with a simple code, I realized, today, that after your data has been sorted, you may copy and paste that data onto a brand new worksheet and sort it according to a different sequence of the columns.  As you work and re-work your data, you discern errors and inaccuracies which you correct upon recognition.  Each correction then globally corrects wherever else that "cell ID-Entity" recognizes itself as a parallel  "probability" which Seth describes.

Body/Soul Partnership

The fate that awaits us is not dependent on our pace, which was pre-ordained before we ever appeared in Human Guise.

                                                                                      Daily Om Today@dailyOM.com

We awaken to the input from that "guise," alerting us that the Human Being s a separate entity from the Soul.  These are partners and operate best within a framework of mutually respectful communication.

Fostering misery, thwarting efforts, and leaving the body during its periods of sleep to enjoy alternative existence as "traveler" is not the Soul's best partnership behavior.  The indifference which Souls appear to demonstrate towards the "gross, dense, 3-D body" is not only offensive to the Human who serves freely and willingly, but denies the essence of  Human Spirituality - ostensibly the manner in which the Soul is learning sensory experience through duality of being.

While most likely it is true that "We Are Souls; We Have Bodies" it seems inappropriate that a Soul, so much more powerful and infinite than its current body, cops an immunity pass and disposes of that body in which it has incarnated in order to escape to freedom from earthly form.

Souls "embody" by virtue of substantial service and generosity on the part of mothers who allow these beings to gestate within their own bodies.  This "portal into physical manifestation" was neither an act of magic nor one of exclusively the Soul's choice.  Free Will and Choice are separate and individually meritorious.

Our Bodies wish us to understand that they are neither passive nor "disposable." 

The Human Body is a Life Form, a sentient being with sovereignty and dignity deserving of simple courtesies as Life joined to the Soul evolves.

Think of the Body/Soul relationship as a see-saw, alternating merge, or like jacking up a car with the right/left, step-by-step process of lifting.   The Body & Brain's connection to the Soul is veiled from awareness, the memory of it concealed in the subconscious.  On the other hand, the Soul IS capable of ever-presence and minding our minds being the point of exchange via which the Human Brain and the Soul's electro-magnetic composition are sorted into manifestation.

Dance Lessons are in order.  Let us take up the Mission of learning to move in concert, interactively.  Let us not expect our "Blind-to-the-Unknown" Human Guise to "just KNOW that it is driven by a multi-level, time-immune connection to the infinite Source.

Let us make the best use of our life energy, no longer testing the validity of the inspiration we experience because we are concerned that we are being "played" by the "rogue, majestic" elite who are feeding off our emotion, that most precious gift of the Human Guise.

Take utterly infallible faith in the realization that there is no Black and White.  All is White!

About the Grays

About the Grays:

UFOlogy and Inter-Dimesional dialogue has eclipsed my interest in Politics.  EYES form from seemingly solid matter in my view and I am tazed by intelligentles "looking back" at me making eye contact in unexpected ways.  The latest, and most life-altering, was the Eagle/Dragon/Branch of an aged Lilac Tree in my garden.  I was so at my wit's end with the Race Card's ubiquitous "play" that I was talking to myself... I looked up - that is to say, my EYES were magnetically drawn up to an EYE drilling me with a look that said:  "Stop this.  Keep your energy to yourself.  This is not your fight.  Let any who would choose this path do so.  Get off this treadmill.  Be aware of all the EYES on you waiting to see you address this choice."

At that moment and ever since, the "Pretentious Progressives" were completely in my rear-view mirror and falling away.  But in that glance from the Dragon, I was shown arcs at every turn and began to "See."

Like Dan Burisch, I found the notion of Bio-Mechanics riveting enough that I "agreed" to work in a realm where legitimate scientists, engineers and inventors work at gunpoint, ever threatened with violent "push-back" for demonstrating curiosity, professional exchange or impulses to understand beyond "need to know."

"If you build it; they will come."  to your Field of Dreams.  But instead of the players referenced in that movie; the Team emerging is the Negro League Homestead Grays.  The Grays began in a suburb of Pittsburgh but played a portion of their Home games in Washington D.C.  They boasted numerous Hall of Famers like Cool Papa Bell, Ray Brown, Josh Gibson, Buck Leonard, Cum Posey and Jud Wilson.  All these players are honored in a facade at the Washington Nationals' ball park.

The Scene - a baseball diamond in a corn field in Iowa changes to a Crop Circle in a field of Barley in North Dakota.  Baerl - or Beer as it has come to be, is brewed from Barley and Hopps, seemingly to sustain baseball players and their fans.  6th Dimensional being, RA, could understand so much more if such a Game could be attended by the being.

The scene changes again.  Oil people from Oklahoma, Louisiana and Texas light up the once invisible North Dakota with fracking activity.  No better way to make the most of night lighting than ball games in the Summer.  And from the Crop Circle a tradition evolves:  The Grays who come to play are not Human.  They are the 4 foot tall, disproportionately large heads with huge, almond shaped black eyes, no ears or lips, three-fingered clones we know as "Aliens."

Themselves normally serious; the Grays are understood to have an incredible sense of humor, to be capable of telepathic communication and are purposefully task-oriented.  When not conducting cattle mutilations, abductions of humans for dna material and assorted testing and generally showing off their piloting skills in any number of types of UFOs, the Grays are interested in a better understanding of Humanity.

Suited in impervious material that SSSSwwoooooosh!  sucks itself to the wearer's form and makes itself an extension of the wearer's own skin, the Grays take an interest in the mechanics, rules and "play" of the Game.  Unlike their "programmers," the Grays serve at their own discretion.  En-trained by a seemingly higher intelligence, they telepath as a species, all there is to know about their handlers as well as their "Subjects."

Here the Queen's EYEBROWSE flicker.  Subjects?  They rule those they abduct?

As in the District of Columbia, the Vatican and the City of London, Sovereignty and "Nationhood" is a factor of the Native Americans' Indian Nation in North Dakota.  Taxation, jurisdiction and "subjugation" are not the prerogative of even the Shadow  Government in the Black Hills.  Glyphs and Traditions of our Native American culture have depicted the Grays as far back as the hills themselves,  and encounters with them are spoken of matter-of-factly as nothing new or strange.