EDIT: This post had been written Monday November 4th 9am, but had not felt to unleash it, just another spiritual attack, maybe one of my worse, you earned it, there are worse happenings than this. If I need to share them I will, some will lead to serious physical injury and are dangerous. I will not edit in the video links or polish this. I just want to share one way IT works. As much of my old memories are infused into music, this is among my thoughts when listening to Pink Floyd. It is a curse, it carries a lot of destruction with it.

Godzilla and The Sky Gig

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Had been away from home, people to see and meet, good to be home again, I too like to warm my bones beside the Fire (Speak To Me/Breathe).

**great gig in the sky video

The challenge had been to test AEGIS, ‘And I am not frightened of dying, anytime will do I don’t mind…’ as they had said and having asked all to be ‘Fearless’, it has been months, I was glad to find much solidarity and fearlessness, I had disdain for there is still much fear and this fear is used to control, the Democrat run cities make me sick, nonetheless I walk where I may, there was danger, they are unawares they may not even set out on such a journey, the inventor had been killed, his machines hijacked, the Capitol decimated, it would stand as monument until called upon when the War gets underway in all places. We can do this for thousands of years or we can stop, I have seen all the things that were to be in my lifetime come to pass, there is little else, always avoiding the dark and those pitfalls, they wish accident upon me, not knowing this has always been the way for me. Many close calls, but it really protects me, IT does not protect others.

I will tell you a personal story, what IT can do…
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The sofa was heavy, vintage style, sweeping and wide, must’ve been 12ft long with attached marble end tables, I loved it so, it took a few of us to place it to the curb a day before, I would protest, that was all. Someone had wanted it, or the trash collectors attempted, I do not recall, but it was up to me to set it back where it had been, so I did, but I protested again, denied, hot with anger and rage, I meant not to do this, picking it up and dropping it back on the yard, now I would be late, my day already ruined, so much frustration and anger, unable to recall what I thought at the time, it was bad, I stomped back inside.

It would be only a moment later when I heard my mother’s screams, ‘call your father’, so I rushed upstairs to ask why, ‘call your father’, she repeated, I asked why again, my answered was a shower of blood, arterial spray, immediately pushing through the door, grabbing both her arms and to stem the flows, grabbing towels or clothing, I can not recall, making tourniquets as she collapsed to the floor. I propped her up against the wall, I could see inside the bathroom and all was red, then rushing to the phone to call for help, a rotary phone I still see to this day, my fingers seeking the numbered holes, blurry through my tears, bloodied. I calmly explained the situation, she asked I stay on the line, I refused and stated I must hold her arms, my attempts to stop the blood were not enough. I yelled and commanded my brother to call father, and not to come upstairs and let the ambulance and police people in when they arrived. I stayed with her, holding her arms above her head, my thumbs on the arteries, weeping with her, telling her I love her and she can not go.

Her depression was severe, having faced so much abuse, a still birth, so many traumas, some inflicted when she were only 10, she did not hurt us or make us suffer her life, she was able to teach with loving guidance, that we be aware and to be strong against the world, her sorrows were many, her failures counted as defeats, she had not known how to navigate them, much like myself, until recently that is. She shared my pain as well, what happened to me at school was dismissed and she knew I had to return every fucking day and face it. That was killing her.

This had hurt bad and would for many years… the EMTs came, did their work, police talked, asked questions, called father, they took her and they were all to meet elsewhere. I was told I saved her life, I was advised how to clean all up, me and the younger brother, only 8 or 9, it is hard to recall details.

This has been living in a box where I keep horrors and nightmares, demons, we were not alone, similar stories began erupting, I was well aware. As they escalated, mothers were drowning babies, stabbing, shaking violently and suffocating. In time those who were not even mothers would do the same. Further on, they would do worse, it became an epidemic, disappearances increased, it would take decades to unfold the full scope, some going so far under this influence to even turn it into commonplace and even entertainment.

A great wound upon the World had been inflicted and that would only be a small portion. We felt it that day, we cursed at it, she was gone, but we had to stay. So many towels, so much mopping up, peroxide foamed, our fingers massaged the fibers and we wept silently, our tears fell, mixing with blood and we worked at it for hours.

Why had things always escalated each time I recalled the story? Why release this on you? Why now?

Because that bitch does not win. I need one more coffin in the nail.

Injustice.

I have saved others, held a broken skull together once, the flopping and convultions of someone in those conditions are horrific, they recoverd because of my actions, otherwise his brains would have been mush.

I have seen some terrible things, dislocations, overextensions, severely deep wounds that just stare at you in purple haze before a flow emits. I have had severe wounds. I have given severe wounds. I am scarred and ugly. Most people have never been exposed to such things, they vomit and pass out, I clean up their vomit.

No one quite knows what it is they feel when we meet, I have heard differing opinions, most attribute it to a Holy prescense, others, something fearful, I believe they have evil within them, I would not know for many years of ‘vibes’, ‘auras’ and such, once I was told it was of much War and Violence, she was a seer, an empath, she solved crimes. She asked me my sign, passed it off, Aquarians are not violent, looking around she felt it must be in the antique tools, suggesting maybe one of them had been used in a terrible crime of hate, malice, murder or multiple murders. She had felt “IT”, the things I keep in that box, the storm behind my eyes, the War raging in my mind, all things I were to ever see and know, some I believed were my own future, my creations, they were not. Decades ago I suggested technology we have today to be used in sports, it would end all the controversy and replays, change regulations and possibly omit referees, excepting the one or two needed to officiate the clock and proceedings, we have not seen that yet, there are others, some ideas and concepts are bigger than life, some are trivial, my brothers always called them novelty quality and rejected them, many I have already seen in movies and such, the rest was independent discovery, anyway, this is how I know it comes soon, so I am Fearless, as I should be.

**fearless video

Unlocking the scroll… I felt I would wait, it is not up to me, some seals need be opened by others, they are the Lambs, they are accompanied by Angels and Beasts, many had to wash themselves in the Blood and be accounted for, most do not know they are the innumerable who had suffered the Tribulations, far fewer see the patterns of repitition, fewer know the manuals we possess, only a couple may recall each time this must happen, they believe each Holy War is the End, each is merely a battle and we will battle again for many lifetimes over many millenia, I am one.

Had to ask myself, honestly, among the many genres and artists, which were my favorite, supposing now it would be the most inspiring and uplifting, although the wall had done far much damage than the things I were told, the two were interlaced for myself as so many as well. I get that a lot, especially among Baby Boomers, but I know where the most damage occurred. It had been the Summer of Love, there was talk of smokestacks and poison, but nothing ruins the party as much as an oil spill in the middle of a deep stoning and acid trip and the tragedy at Santa Monica, the chemical smell and the revolution that followed which would bring a great fear and loathing toward big business. So much so that an entire generation had been influenced to breed a new type of politician, those within business, who would go so far as to separate God from community. When they would look to scratch the back of the other and get a back scratching in return, how they would allow the one biggest threat to unleash a virus in return for favor of the Green Initiatives, so much so that they would not only lead the industry, but mandate that we all comply. That had begun some time ago with solar panels and echoes today in Electric Vehicle mandates, but to endanger US and our nation, to stop our own resources and make vulnerable all because they are Godless and fear God at the same time. I am a paradox unto myself, therefore I understand, but I would not put that onto others until now, at least not until I fully understood, hence the long wait for me to arrive at this moment as prophesized, because it was never about me, it was always about you, your decisions and only if needed, would God be called upon, but as always, as it had been before, God had placed hands. I was not to call it my own work, but that is what it felt like, as said from the beginning, like God walking Earth.

I have a confession, each slip was doubt on my part, the worse was corrected in real time, the guard had been up ever since, so now when Angels are called upon, they are among US as well as those who would believe in Him. I had not known why it were the walls that would fall and where those walls would be and how, when they do releasing poison, they are speaking of Revolution, in fear, their oppressors know this, God would have His hand on them as well, I fear that they are eating their cake and having it too. It is their threat of missuse, know that much like setting out against me being fruitless so is this, lightning must stike twice and so it will.

**Division Bell video

As for home, we need to keep talking, not with the mumble and jumble of Babaloinan speak, I am tired of hidden messages only the deragned understand and word salad only a few understand, we need comprehensive talk and a return to common sense. There was a time when faced with such obstacles the leaders would accept and respect public opinion to solve problems instead of relying on a few unqualified to lead, the most radical and disturbed, conflicted and twisted, upside down and backward, look what they have done, I can only show you California, Democrat run and sanctuary cities, look at what it has done, to crime, to schools, to children, to US. Now you know, this is far beyond politics, it is Evil vs. Good, we need to flip that back to Good vs. Evil.

**Endless River video

Had shared somewhere I like to listen to those to correct things, it was mid 2019, I spent a lot of time alone, lifting weights, listening to music, before I got to know me, I was left to my own devices and was happy being me, throwing hat tricks as I pleased, punishing the computer, but it was the afternoons, where a shadow cast had been the cross, the oldest of which, but I had not liked it, so I only looked to the modern cross and in it’s center was a rainbow, it was in this rainbow that I had looked, not knowing it was the Sun, letting the light play across my eyes, knowing that was the true awakening… it was the sidetracking and gaslighting that brought me down, the deception that led to this great undoing, millions of deaths later and my own downward spiral into madness that required a pilot, lest the whole thing crash, they said I had a love for horses, they never told me about the birds, I had to find them myself and not until I changed would I become a Phoenix and fixed each beast with wings would I meet the Angel and learned to tame them would I find the Demigod, it would be then that I would find the King.

There were many good witches, some died along the way, she had not broken my wild heart, like her it is best to look for the child within, see the injury, some circles around her eyes, it saddens me, they would use this as their wrath, it should never have been, there will be a landslide in so many ways, because there are two kinds of love, to do the thing that we do the best, my masterpiece, who in the world do you think you are fooling? I’ve already done everything you are doing. To the gypsy that remains, faces freedom with a little fear, I have no fear, I have only love, and if I was a child, and the child was enough, enough for me to love, enough to love… she is dancing away from me now, she was just a wish and a memory is all that is left for you now, an angel and heroes are hard to find, it was 1974 and that made it okay, you sing for the things, you had written everything for her, the sisters, the only way to put out the fire no one sees… how do I know? She told me, I knew the Nightbird, she took me to the other side of the mirror and I ran for my life, I survived, I am sorry for your loss, and the nightmares, you could just tell them, about what only I know, about the wish, the gift, like me, God’s way to correct the imbalance.

We speak in riddles, we ought not to any longer.

Truth and the entire wheel are the armor of GOD.

It is all relative…

Thank God!
Praise God!
Serve God!
Bless God!