I Have Returned for the Coming Deception

the language of the birds. i remember

the other thing I wanted to mention, if you are having trouble finding any last holdouts...
places staring with a "b"... in Tassie, the anagram of which spells I am Satan, there is a pentagram of covens scattered around, eg, Bridport, Bicheno, burnie there are others obviously, but there are three...

so, never forget the arcane in the pursuit of those dark occultists. unless people like glamis can come up with a codex like the language of birds, they are as fucked as a cuckoo in a pantry.

so...

I am going to write a little story for all these repatriated kids, and so, I will do my best to anneal their hurt into the purest form of Divine chorus of redemption.

so...while I ponder and puff on my weed, I shall give you this.



For the children.

The Dragon

Felt your every tear, your every pain, comforted your soul whilst you were cast dark under. The dragon caught glimpses of your pain, the suffering and confinement, and so she came with a plan...
I don't know, children, if you know the tale of the dragoon who grew old with a ring she stole, (they love gold, it glistens and plays with their eyes) it was cutting into her and she could be heard crying and wailing in terror as the metal band cut deep into her flesh. of course the villagers were afraid of her, they had been cast under fear as some evil people fed their children to a hungry captive tormented dragon...so, to them all dragons were evil...not the people torturing the poor beast.
so one day, a kind gnome heard of the dragons plight, and because he had "Greater Understanding", that is, Binah comprehension, he knew why the dragons loved gold, it was a mereity, a toy, to dazzle the senses, much the same as man does with it in greed. see the difference? we call that, an "ascribed value" within the construct of "locus of values" which is an intel term to find the weak spots of those who would harm innocent children and dragons..
so, when the dragon heard about you wee bairns getting traded as commodities on an open market, she called her gnome friend and asked for all the creatures of the night, the creatures of the day, the creatures of heaven, to never forget you and come up with a cunning plan, using quantum time manipulations and geo-cosmic intel, to save you, to teach you, to feed you and to be nuttured, by a State of Grace, not a State of Tryrranny
you children do NOT owe us thanks.
we owe you our remorse and sad regret.
how DARE we look away

Be well kids, knight surround you
look around you....

Thanks MR Trump.

Salute.

Godspeed kids, and please, take your dreams tonight in peace, kmowing that on heaven, and on earth, we cry your tears.

Thank Goodness your not my neighbour.. imagine listening to your fav auto shuffle.. Id throw stinkies over the back fence and wipper crack of 7am and blower for 2hrs.

one little slivver is balance.
they have been fiddling the scales for a long time.
the area of space will level the playing field but at a super late date with very little preparation.
too far behind.
but we are still here.

every dragon has to eat meat

im sorry guys i dont have much of a choice.
place in the bunker or bullet to the head.
am back on my georgia guidestone shit

im sorry guys i dont have much of a choice.
place in the bunker or bullet to the head.
am back on my georgia guidestone shit