XR & the Chelsea set

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Natural immunity every single time…

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I’ve always promoted you are what you eat. This consciousness, allows one to feel what’s right, what’s wrong… how to develop and hone one’s unique who am I… tenderly, openly, self awareness, experience, love & kindness throughout one’s experience.

Daughter of mine – shine

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I’m mourning my little girl
I miss the privilege of mothering smothering loving with such much unconditional loving…

Drowning in the above
Then she’s suddenly 20 choosing her way forward blessed in righteous guides
I try to hold in…

Some I approve
oh some I see doomed
And yet what do I do about that
Motherhood – the most extraordinary & important time of my life
Poof! she’s blown across the seas of emotional outpouring dreaming her life into interdependent actual descendant
Rising high my o my
Where my knocking no longer serves
My purpose driven into an epileptic fit feeling feelings I survey do not deserve…
What to do how now for mia
Where? Where? Does anyone care? Really mia is that all you thing..
not a good look not after a raw salad dressed in love and fashion

I’m good at caring, great even so anita says, it’s your time to shine
Let yourself come back to poetry writing making a dime
Musical literature historical creature
Love the arts love thy heart kind well speaking pleasure
Hard working not grasping
Let go let go Scorpio south node, pointed in sin,mystery, dark crevices, deep sexual inhibitors of the underground watery mythology draped in catastrophe
Whirlwind dynamic ultimate unhinged

Deep breath into stepping forward
Remembering who am I
Where what how shall I go on into new lands and beyond
France England Argintina’s Mexico Bulgaria oh oh oh ? Let go of what bogs one down
Foolish tidbits internet clown … stuck in Tim pool jimmy Dore Russel brand more me the fool
Hugo talks opening out the potential double skulduggery and buffoonery

With myself my dog my self mhh u who am I
Questioning that no thing no one no dream
Yet everything
No thing know thing every thing everyone
I’m crying my heart out so full of a loss
On the 56 bus ,
Angry at the masked public angry at the jabs jabbed on the public angry at the system ,angry angry angry at alternative media false gods false hoods
Half truths
I miss me I miss thee – I’m a child still you see

Angry at Ukraine deep state children trafficking bioweapon racketeering
Blue yellow flags hidden in the nhs dystopian ugly corporate death system
Plugging blockers anti inflammatory shockers screwing heads up brainwaves ducked in the myrrh of snakes . Serpents cruel servants laid in grovelling greed-infiltrated deeds
Lies lies lies the killing of the children sticking jabs into their pure blood essence
Divisive cruel and utterly bad
Evil is the putrid plundering of greedy fat cat soul sucking archons who have no other way to shame guilt survive as g thy get pull on the loosh of the divine
Crime
Spewing lies
I myself do what? Follow shows on rumble YT
No longer telegram. finished with the conjecture of pings ringing in in in
Distracting ring a ding ding filling the brainwaves with dumb downing
Keeping us away from the guru of our destiny
within
This is sin no matter the gin genie
Focus pocus illusionary joke on us
Good or bad up and down yin if yang
It’s all a skam where did we go wrong in this swan song? Duality land
Plandemic scamdemic evil evil to the people
I for one , feel gutted, shunted, pushed over crushed under the wheels of despair
Lost in the whackadooxle back door front of house stall
What a bore!
Home is my heart
Darling daughter is that chart now eating dinner with her triple jabbed sinner northerner
And she loves him most of All
as I will grow in this no thing know thing place


For she , my little girl, Is quite grown up
Emboldened by her talented assortment of unfolding ahead of the game grace
Home stead
I miss mothering
I miss my role parenting
Trust mia dear dear mia… the eclipse is pulling you apart
Taurus north node pushing towards self sufficiency not controlled oppositioning
Scorpio gasp south of the river dark foreboding house of tail jabbing
Going going
Time for me to deliver
God is my witness and love my forgiveness
May all beings be happy!

I love you daughter of mine child of high
Son yo come to me in good time
Thank you
May 12th Thursday 2022

From production to seduction!

Darling daughter dearest son

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I’m mourning my little girl
I miss the privilege of mothering smothering loving with such much unconditional loving…

Drowning in the above
Then she’s suddenly 20 choosing her way forward blessed in righteous guides
I try to hold in…

Some I approve
oh some I see doomed
And yet what do I do about that
Motherhood – the most extraordinary & important time of my life
Poof! she’s blown across the seas of emotional outpouring dreaming her life into interdependent actual descendant
Rising high my o my
Where my knocking no longer serves
My purpose driven into an epileptic fit feeling feelings I survey do not deserve…
What to do how now for mia
Where? Where? Does anyone care? Really mia is that all you thing..
not a good look not after a raw salad dressed in love and fashion

I’m good at caring, great even so anita says, it’s your time to shine
Let yourself come back to poetry writing making a dime
Musical literature historical creature
Love the arts love thy heart kind well speaking pleasure
Hard working not grasping
Let go let go Scorpio south node, pointed in sin,mystery, dark crevices, deep sexual inhibitors of the underground watery mythology draped in catastrophe
Whirlwind dynamic ultimate unhinged

Deep breath into stepping forward
Remembering who am I
Where what how shall I go on into new lands and beyond
France England Argintina’s Mexico Bulgaria oh oh oh ? Let go of what bogs one down
Foolish tidbits internet clown … stuck in Tim pool jimmy Dore Russel brand more me the fool
Hugo talks opening out the potential double skulduggery and buffoonery

With myself my dog my self mhh u who am I
Questioning that no thing no one no dream
Yet everything
No thing know thing every thing everyone
I’m crying my heart out so full of a loss
On the 56 bus ,
Angry at the masked public angry at the jabs jabbed on the public angry at the system ,angry angry angry at alternative media false gods false hoods
Half truths
I miss me I miss thee – I’m a child still you see

Angry at Ukraine deep state children trafficking bioweapon racketeering
Blue yellow flags hidden in the nhs dystopian ugly corporate death system
Plugging blockers anti inflammatory shockers screwing heads up brainwaves ducked in the myrrh of snakes . Serpents cruel servants laid in grovelling greed-infiltrated deeds
Lies lies lies the killing of the children sticking jabs into their pure blood essence
Divisive cruel and utterly bad
Evil is the putrid plundering of greedy fat cat soul sucking archons who have no other way to shame guilt survive as g thy get pull on the loosh of the divine
Crime
Spewing lies
I myself do what? Follow shows on rumble YT
No longer telegram. finished with the conjecture of pings ringing in in in
Distracting ring a ding ding filling the brainwaves with dumb downing
Keeping us away from the guru of our destiny
within
This is sin no matter the gin genie
Focus pocus illusionary joke on us
Good or bad up and down yin if yang
It’s all a skam where did we go wrong in this swan song? Duality land
Plandemic scamdemic evil evil to the people
I for one , feel gutted, shunted, pushed over crushed under the wheels of despair
Lost in the whackadooxle back door front of house stall
What a bore!
Home is my heart
Darling daughter is that chart now eating dinner with her triple jabbed sinner northerner
And she loves him most of All
as I will grow in this no thing know thing place


For she , my little girl, Is quite grown up
Emboldened by her talented assortment of unfolding ahead of the game grace
Home stead
I miss mothering
I miss my role parenting
Trust mia dear dear mia… the eclipse is pulling you apart
Taurus north node pushing towards self sufficiency not controlled oppositioning
Scorpio gasp south of the river dark foreboding house of tail jabbing
Going going
Time for me to deliver
God is my witness and love my forgiveness
May all beings be happy!

I love you daughter of mine child of high
Son yo come to me in good time
Thank you
May 12th Thursday 2022

From production to seduction!

‘Hope for the world will come from Russia; but not from communism or Bolshevism, no, but from free Russia. Each person will then live for his fellow’

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Regardless of what you feel, think, are told to believe in, Edgar Cayce wrote some good shit in the early 20thc.

For me on a personal note, I am finding new ways to approach this extraordinary time of mass transition. The World is up in the skies, down in the dumps if you are someone who loves security markets – that has and is disappearing unless you are good with gold, silver, metals, and other decentralised systems. Russia is the theme, (great article), of which now has upped the antics, creating a GAME CHANGER, converting rubles into gold backs for Oil, Gas, and Energy..well well, this is a turn up.

Ukraine is bringing the house down. And those supporting the USA’s involvement are asking for the Ukrainians to be killed in the name of Endless Wars, which the Deep state just lurves…the 2013/14 coup with the toppling of Viktor Yanukovych, a democratically voted in right of russia sort of fella, to be replaced with actors…well in reality, all heads of state, are actors, just like those in the UN/WEF/BIS/DAVOS – all a big bunch of elite circles, circling humanity, in the great desire to enslave, entrap, entrain, and stockholm syndrome us all, with mind control programming, daily fear fodder news fake stories, all FEAR, FEAR, oh Dear, is that all they have got? It would seem so.

This will destroy the Great Reset WEF agendas & ghastly new world globalists ordering of our abilities to travel! Hooray! We will NOT entertain their hunger game digitally credit scored AI Chinese IOT/4IR modelling, to decipher our good or bad behaviours, and live in SMART boxes, by the train station, virtually stuck in doors, eating insects, & GMO’s; now known as biofortified! Oh yeah…sure…another pile of mass modification industry experts, pumping non organic, highly ubiquitous intensified additives made from GMO’s…UGHHHH!

Freedom rally London

Things. are accelerating as the Truth is setting us FREE from tyranny, and it’s all very interesting.

Within the Starship Earth Enterprise, The star, Homia is abound and close to all our needs, and abilities heralding gigantic light fuelled Photons from deep-space-gamma rays, belting out/in breaths of extraordinary previsionary dimensions. The veils are lifting, and Jupiter and Neptune for the first time in 166 years are gravitational expansion fields of consciousness. Pam Gregory is your man to explain this important stargate taking place. We are now in a holographic multi earth abstract reality, meaning, we have the unique potentiality to literally be-Come what we intended to.

March has yield freedom marches, flamboyant weather, war and peace, and faith in reconnecting with divine purpose.

That was politicking. Now cultural attaché stuff:

And so some unusual tips came towards me this mad month of march, with a book landing on my lap at my brothers girlfriend house. Written by John W. Armstrong, The Water of Life – a treatise on urine therapy, has opened my mind, my vibes, to the possibility of trying this. Written over the early part of the 20th century, Armstrong uses all his ability to give us a deep hidden insider story to the lives that were saved, where allopathic doctoring failed.

I think we were all a little shell shocked…The world is agog with so much good stuff after two years of utter fear mongering, jab pushing, and wholesale destruction of so many good, the bad, and ugly types. So a thoroughly good lot of fashion, art, stone wall and path making, put good use to my daughter metta-angel & my good soul self, working outside in Cornwall, then bombing back to London to revel in a rather good Hackney fashionista show!

My daughter metta-angel is playing out and about singing her heart out, with her guitar, and unique abilities. She is also a little fashion model, or muse, depending…and boy, does she light up the world! I am truly blessed to know this one, and of course, proud and pleased as punch!

And finally, as march is coming to an end, of this year, we all partied gayly at Gregory Sams last sunday…joyful, triumphant, and fun!