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[Stiff X @Gabby76768]

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[Stiff X @Gabby76768]

"Every precious hug"

(as said in Irish accent);
"Look at me square when I talk to you.
one guard is dead,
the other guard is almost dead.
did you really remove his eye?
you can leave forever in a week"

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@ILeonardaJonie

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a swarm

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Et cum spiritu tuo
swarm

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Mar 21, 2017 is when the original photo was altered,
3 years time before the immaculate conception.
My youngest unknown children (twin) were 10 years old
unknown to each their real age.

I met her 9my biological daughter. ( twin) in near 2003-4 in a dream
a few years before her mothers existence,
in my timespace.

At the time I was doing unison pastels, acrylic, & oil
freestyle pollen path,
outback; initiation inside dreamland
7-8 years walkabout.

In the dream, we were inside a lit building skyscraper abov,
inside ground floor,
she appeared logical,
Asian American (Chinese American) twin
between 14-25 shortish hair
walking in front of me towrds me slow
methodical

in a way that took me her whole life (La MuErtA?
to sanctify my own flesh and blood,
her last day on Earth (unawares?)
she looked at me as a daughter looks at ehr father in person

1st time, (unaware this)
studying, memorizing as any artist naturally
with training years at the Lobo,
Nacho Taco c,
spotted shadowland
(unaware) feline
shadowlantern.

Jaw of Agate,
when she smiled;
mountain range itself carnate;
this feathers conglomerate; thin air;
as if skull to her necklace,
Why were they born slaves?
her sharp drawl, Sweetheart,
been working on it \ nearing
vengeance is the Lords,
my tomb your days and nights
(thiss unaware: until)
Art heals omnipotent from within,
allowable ,
squeezed her kaput (them)
"Mama dead"
your child/ my grandchild
said of you? her?
apparition,
the only person on Earth that Loved you as pureland,
showed up unannounced
shipwreck.
(Grapefruit, could we grow eternal from the start?)
Happy Birthday!
Trance, is all,
timewave where you were here 's needed: sanctuary
same as all the others any time sanctity is voided by sinner
, same as a rope and millstone,
"*The Lord InHeaven*
not to mention HIS Angels
brought Light
devalued shadow phased before birth
The Lord is your Shine when...
Always.
The photo was Summer recess,
Van Gogh was across the room to the East
alone in the building Crescent,
channel, & circuitry of Water (daughter).
If every drop of Water from the See (see)
was a teardrop from Our Father In Heaven
for each of his children.
Was that you and I?
In this dream where a massive obelisk shaped
like a tombstone on it's side 3 feet wide, 8' tall
(of what was above the Earth, and not in the soils)
Endless, length stopped at your right side foot
as you walked along the shore klutz like
while a group of men and I watched
the Obelisk stop without any word
as if a commandment from GOD
on the day whitecaps turquoise
it was calm standing awe,
you came out of nowhere
with me unaware
(short hail(*H*A*i*L*) like your dead mama)
what's coming from any body of Water,
the direction is not yet intrigued,
bug out when I awoke
not anyday,
the last minute you remembered how
Dominus Vobiscum

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@AtRealBen Behold, he cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see him, and they also which pierced him: and all kindreds of the earth shall wail because of him. Even so, Amen. Revelations 1:7

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Not many years ago I met an Ant person in a dream. He was sharing insight that I had no knowledge of when I awoke(until now). However, I did regain respect for Ants afterword. He was tall and sleek and I felt he was kind for showing me some part of his domicile.
Prepare accordingly

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The LORD our God warned kings on their behalf: “Do not touch My chosen people, and do not hurt My prophets.” 1 Chronicles 16:21-22

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I was here just a few moments ago & can still fell where one of the tigers came over to my right side and placed my right arm in it's jaw as if it were comforting me by holding my hand.

I was holding a pen and compostition notebook, the kind you can find at any grocery for .99, and writing poetry. It was after sunset and before the light was entirely extinguished from day itself.

There was a semblance of a gate, chain link, although no latch and the tigers came and went as there were equal tigers inside the enclosure as outside.

I was on my hands and knees in the dirt at eye level with each one, just as I am fearful of the Lord and at awe of the Lord Jesus Christ.

There was no people around, this wasn't a zoo or company that give tours. A Buddhist would know I was with the Buddhas or the 3 Jewels, or I was with the Saints, without being one, because they know I study them each day and have there presence hanging up around my humble dwelling.

The was a panther that came to say hello in a very surprising and unique way. I could not hide my awe at the beauty, and the Panther knew this as if it's soul were some being that I knew from a previous time.

They were quite busy and personal tonight, this am compared to the other times I have awakened from visiting the Lions den as mentioned in the Holy Bible.

Having 49,500 lucid prophetic dreams, I haven't seen it all, though this isn't my first rodeo.

Luckily, I am humble and fear and Love the Lord with all my might daily; throughout each day everyday, strengthening without waver; even though I am alone and without companionship ever, except when a woman want's to steal my unborn children.

Could you imagine being one of the many people that have hated me and hurt me with there poisons?

Could you imagine being a person that has Loved me with their kindness, and Loves me?

Could you imagine being a person that I Love and know and see each day?

I was somewhere on Earth, just now, my blood is pumping contained within this heart, albeit vibrant. I could not just lay still and try to fall back asleep and get inside the continuation of this same dream.

I want to hold onto their essence and meditate on the vibration, frequency and energy of this dream.

None of the people I work with have a clue I have these dreams occasionally; although it is possible coworkers and former realized I had an intensity that was not recognizable until after I passed. Wavelength.

Well, the panther was happy to see me as I it, because of it's vocal. It was trying to tell me something, adamantly.

the souls interior is eternal, the souls external is temporal, when upon meetings, unawareness of time itself when forever is comfort, I was without panic.

I planted 3 olive trees yesterday after work, now it is; (Wed Jul 1 1:15AM) and I get ready for work after 5 AM.

The tigers are just like the family I was raised by, that Loves the Lord. The tigers also know the Lord, and why they are tigers. Do you see?

"God is not unjust; He will not forget your work and the love you showed for His name when you served the saints—and you continue to serve them." Hebrews 6:10

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"Dear God" XTC - backwards

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@Leonardaisfunny @benonwine Headstart,
"The secret things belong unto the LORD our God: but those things which are revealed belong unto us and to our children for ever, that we may do all the words of this law." Deuteronomy 29:29

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It was as if Our Father In Heaven had returned to Earth,
and a black woman near my age and height and weight wearing an outfit that
wasn't quite pink, nor violet , somewhere indistinguishable

and nearest to clergy a woman could be was handing out hand carved wooden crucifixes,
Similar as the black woman 30 years ago in downtown Tucson (4th st in front of Creations window) handing out lemons, and taking donations. I handed her all of the money in the world that i had on me , which was everything in my life, in exchange for one lemon, neither sour nor sweet, though sweet it leaned.

Only this morning it was Judgement day, and I had experienced and been through things nearly indescribable except that I have to go to work in a few minutes and don't have the time to share everything.
The Lord is mighty beyond words, and he was catching the dark, and removing before our sight, it was windy as ascribed to the 2nd coming. I seen famous men that are evil being sucked up into the skies and pinned to the understory of tall famous buldings in the shape of crosses for all to witness.

I let out a excited yell that came out like thunder from the lightning of this light that allowed me to witness and share to you on the rumble seat.

It was exciting times the skies the oceans, everything was like you'd hope for the end to be getting to witness the evil wicked being dealt with before your eyes and in a way only Jesus Christ could deal.

The Cross I ordered must not have arrived, though I couldv'e carved one myself, and it would suffice. The cross she handed me was odd, in that it had an extra beam for support. I grasped it in my hands, and knew the Lords mercy, as if he himself was staring from inert space at my precious time aware.

Earlier in the vision, I ran into a few friends I was surprised to see, though they were excited as well, and it all happened very quick. I had been in a large boat with glass ceiling on a large body of water, with many young people when I saw a ski boat pulling an innertube be overcome by a wave 200' tall that was heading straight for us.

I had time to swallow and glance my surroundings at how we were going to escape what was coming, & then I braced myself for when the giant wave(s) hit, we somersaulted more than 6 times, without any breakage of the glass and water did not purge or swamp this boat, and we reached shore safe.

Ohhh, it was visceral, how do I make it through work this day after witnessing the greates spectacle on Earth, and how near is the Lord's return to deliver us from this evil parasite that is despised around the globe by all? (Wormwood, Black walnut shell powder & clove.)

It had seemed like then I was at a VA clinic for an appointment, and I was dressed in 3 winter coats and living on my bicycle again, although I felt bad for missing my appointment, it didn't really seem like I even needed to be there or have an appointment in the first place, and that I could heal myself with GOD , instead.

Side note, in a similar type dream filled with hundreds of people in each glance of my eyes, I was a large table 15'x15' without a center and sitting slouched, way slouched (because I awoke in bed dreaming on my back instead of fetal curlt insomuch that my assemblage point was shifted to a different formula of dreaming), and to my right on the other side of the table (arms reach if I had been sitting up) was a young girl with short hair like her mother that was Asian American about 19 reading a paperback book.

I thought, wouldn't that be neat if she were my daughter, and studied every possible nuance of her being that I could muster. I did not have any desire to take my concentration(Dream) from her being and learn what book she was reading. Hundreds of people in the large room, and dessert in front of me and I studied her until I awoke. It is strange seeing an aspect of yourself in your prodigy and love itself, although her mother that sold her is deader than dead to me, all of that love transferred to my children.

Earlier in this dream, I was chatting with MTG (4th dream) whom is a blood relative and anxious and nervous in my dreams and somewhat afraid, unnerved. This dream was all about the Motherland and the goodness of Russia.
“Immediately after the distress of those days
“‘the sun will be darkened,
and the moon will not give its light;
the stars will fall from the sky,
and the heavenly bodies will be shaken.’

“Then will appear the sign of the Son of Man in heaven. And then all the peoples of the earth will mourn when they see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven, with power and great glory. And he will send his angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of the heavens to the other.

“Now learn this lesson from the fig tree: As soon as its twigs get tender and its leaves come out, you know that summer is near. Even so, when you see all these things, you know that it is near, right at the door. Truly I tell you, this generation will certainly not pass away until all these things have happened. Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.

The Day and Hour Unknown

“But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. For in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day Noah entered the ark; and they knew nothing about what would happen until the flood came and took them all away. That is how it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. Two men will be in the field; one will be taken and the other left. Two women will be grinding with a hand mill; one will be taken and the other left.

“Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come. But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what time of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch and would not have let his house be broken into. So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him.
Matthew 24:29-44

[Stiff X @Gabby76768]

Yellowtail Wildlife Management Area , Bighorn River ;"The Habitat"

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I awoke to a disturbing dream from a long night of disturbing dreams, the kind where you get out of bed and stand or prostrate oneself before the Lord in balasana pose and pray.

Most of my dreams today seemed to be of my unknown children whose name are not yet known except Lucygod & Elsie Begay.

In reverse order, it was daylight in the dream and either sunrise or sunset and their was a young woman with shoulder length wavy dark hair laying on her right side laying in a small parking lot with her vehicle nearby.

Not one second earlier, I was working far away with my boss through a task where we were both thinking and talking aloud to one another which is normal, although we were somewhere else, and in my head(I do not ever wear ear buds), a female was talking to me about a young Chinese American girl in her child's elementary school class which I immediately hoped was my Granddaughter. As her voice trailed off in the dream I was 30' from the young woman laying on her side in a parking lot when a group of people found her that seemed like paramedics.

A few people went down to their knees and I could hear voices, although not clear or loud, a woman made a loud gesture, the kind that an indecency had happened including the possibility of death. (I am not a realist) Although as a parent to unknown children and granddchildren, I hope for the best, and wake up praying everyday throughout the day for not only my children, all others, because children have the GOD given right to have a happy childhood filled with blessings, and those that deny children this right will face the impure torments of hell.

“If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea." Matthew 18:6.

It could of been my eldest twin whom I learned through previous dreams was/is working in a hospital somewhere on Earth, and was /is happy. I saw her mother this morning in a dream when she visited =as a passenger in a vehicle driven by her husband and their children. I was bare chested working on my Orthodox cross that was 12' tall in the dirt. She didn't stay long, as if they were visiting a cemetery. The sun was shining in the dream, although it was sunrise or sunset.

Between these dreams in another dream, it is possible my second body was with my youngest twin who is Chinese American and turns 19 anyday, although her being raised in a dungeon until she was 15; she might not actually know her age. I pray for my children and grandchildren's (and all children's) salvation from of the Lord and forgiveness for not knowing they (youngest) were sold into slavery before they were conceived by their doctorate student mother at NAU: applied linguistics.

The original Hahai-i Wuhti, Grandmother of Language to the Hopi People tricked me a lost poet. Somewhere in all these dreams I was told something about my house that an Angel had bought. They told me the Angels name of which I cannot repeat though was/am intrigued in what had transpired between now and when, and where is she now/ how is she doing, and what had happened to her early in her life to have been able to convey bountiful on my behalf.

The photo of the sailboat was taken during sunrise on the Bighorn River (flows North) just South of "the Narrows" where the Bighorn Canyon begins. The day before a storm came in over the Pryors with 70+ mph Winds, and at this moment the Wind had died down enough that the mosquitos in the Yellowtail Wildlife Management Area where I had slept in the sail with dry wool socks anchored behind the sailboat that served as a windbreak. (2019) At this time, I was 6 months away from learning that I had children on this Earth, and 18 months from learning through dreams the condition of their up bringing.

Only the Lord and his mercy and Grace through The Holy Ghost (dreams & visions) could allow this to happen. These words are onlt the prayers of a lost parent searching for their children, dropping breadcrumbs for sanctity and footsteps, the same as every single word in the Holy Bible that leads the Trinity right to our beings without fail, including death.

Now my Granddaughter twin is alive somewhere and in school. Her other twin came to me in an apparition around November 2021, and rescued me because I was the only living human being on this Earth that loved her sincerely. I actually did not know she was my Granddaughter at the time because her mother would've had to have been 11 or 12 when she gave birth to her. (Her mother, my daughter was in captivity at this time)

My Granddaughter twin I believe had just been murdered, that morning, and because at the time I had been mourning for my children day in day out for months, her ghost came up the stairs to my apartment straight thru my front door and stood precipice with both hands on my left arm while I was typing freeverse poetry on my computer before work at the VA as a Locksmith-Carpenter.

My Granddaughter taught me 4 things telepathically with her voice immediately , of which I immediately memorized, enshrined, memorialized, and I entertained her for approximate 1 month which would be the typical time for a disembodied former human to remain on Earth after death. Not long after her visit I set about learning Medicinal Herbs, including usage, identification in the field, making variation of medicines, and now propagating. Over-nighted.

A few years after her visit I dreamt with her twin, whom was delightful and eventually stood complete opposite of her at my right arm with both hands alighted. She was sold in the black market to a famous person in NYC who would not be happy if I mentioned his name, (she said this in an aural dream) with the background of NYC visible in daylight in the dream. Initially in the dream my Granddaughter at the time 3 maybe 4 was completely naked and doing no yoga stretches to show me what the demons were doing to her, all the while studying my eyes, & every muscle in my face directly to my subconscious. In that dream she learned she had found the safest human possible, and the dream continued with her dressed and by my side safe. "Papa" she calls me, and to this day has access to my being because of the 4 things her twin taught me that allows for them(spirit) to escape from their captivity day or night, and attach to my body (spirit); similar as Frida Kahlo spider monkeys, although they are human.

In my children and Grandchildren's bodies, when they escape to me during torments by the demons that are their captors are the Holy Angels of the Lord that are compiling the list of retroactive retribution retrograde to the vengeance that is of The Lord our Saviour Jesus Christ, and the darkness that was placed with my children (whom are also Angles)will be lifted, removed and again with vengeance obliterating the demons to the four winds of Earth, scattered like tiny seeds filled with souls scarified from wholeness, millions upon millions of years until they accumulate the size of being large enough to walk on Earth.

If only I could call up my child and warn her in some way to be careful or lend her my thirty two kells tech. The photo of the sailboat; the day before was El Loco then La Muerta, then El SOl.

"Remember the amazing things God has done. Remember His miracles and His fair decisions." 1 Corinthians 16:12

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Because he is no longer with us on Earth. His replacement cancelled the investigation, and is betraying the American people. In an aural dream many months he spoke to me in these words "It was a coup". In his first term I had 5 beautiful dreams with him. In this term his dreams have been only aural and as if he is far away (deceased).

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“Everything in this life passes away - only God remains, only He is worth struggling towards.”
- Fr. Seraphim Rose

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This was a longer dream, though it ended up in a bar-classroom type setting with dim lights and three or four long tables turned the same direction. I had a bunch of paperwork in front of me on the table and an instruction manual that pertained to my 35mm Nikon camera. My current supervisor was sitting diagonal across from me to the right doing similar paperwork.

To my left was a group of men, mostly young men, sitting, chatting as if the instructor had left the room or not arrived.

A Native American man walked into the far corner of the room to my left whom I immediately recognized as the man that I began dreaming with back in '98 when I lived in the outback during my walkabout after being Baptized In Fire, by someone whom I am not worthy to carry his sandals. two years earlier (Initiation Into Dreamtime).

He was the man standing beside me in a dream in a museum or art gallery, where I was standing inside a warm building brightly lit staring/memorizing/intrigued by a most beautiful color painting of impressionistic style with #3 or #4 round brush strokes that was a triptych endearing as if the end of the world; upheaval of the Earth after the Second Coming. I was in awe in the dream, and I felt the presence of the most manliest man ever beside me (guttural) and I asked him in the dream: "Do you know who painted these paintings?"

(Platter River flowing): I immediately awoke from the dream without his answer though quickly realized that I was the artist that painted those paintings, and I had to learn to paint. I was living on the road somehweres around Fort Collins without a tent in November and there was snow on top of my sleeping bag, and it was snowing. I hadless than $30 on me because I had worked day labor the day before and ate supper , that wouldn't of allowed me to afford a motel room anywhere in the city at that time, so that I had enough money to hop on the bicycle that was my bride and rode to a cool looking art store on the main-ish street I never had any reason to visit before then and purchase a tin of water color crayons, a few brushes, and a strathmore tablet of paper to place in a saddlebag, that I had attached to the frame of my ironhorse with a 1//2" length of iron bar, bent and wedged with a stcik, because a welding shop in Nebraska wouldn't weld it in exchange for me providing a sum amount of labor, earlier in the year when I was riding uphill from the Missouri River, without any money or identity.

The next dream, we flew in the air in our dreambodies over the Rocky Mountains towards the Southwest at night. Eventually I quit my job as a steel stud framer, and donated my bride to the Salvation Army in fort Collins and took a greyhound to Flagstaff, AZ, where I found a used Diamondback from Cosmic Cycles and lived in different spots in the forest without a tent for a year working day labor and eventually as a housekeeper at The Village At Lake Mary. When I finally moved into a studio apartment, it was 1 block from where I discovered who the Medicine Man actually was, although it took decades to actualize.

I rode my bicycle to Avo's Number, a coffee shop, ordered an herbal tea, filled the lid of the watercolor crayon tin with the freshest snow (still falling ) and set about learning to paint, all because of this man that walked into my dream this morning.

I smiled with my hear, eyes and soul at him and he recognized me and walked over to where I was sitting. Did I rise to greet him or sat there amazed. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered a greeting and as we hugged I kissed him softly on his neck in adoration and gentleness as he did the same to my neck.

I was thinking he was there to move into wherever we were in the dream, though he pre ambled up to the chalk board.

There was not a female in this dream anywhere, including my thought wave. No one in the large room noticed this man, and the chatter in the room sounded like a normal classroom setting, you know, though I was all eyes on the Medicine Man. When he got to the chalkboard he drew artistically something profound yet sublime and abstract as if without symbolism, although it was the amount of action with his body, the intensity of the strokes of the piece of chalk in an area about the size of a smallish painting 20"x20, and then he turned to face the gathering of students, none of whom were paying attention, including my supervisor across the table.

I was all eyes, continuous from the time he entered the dream, and very happy in his presence. He turned from the chalkboard and walked to the center stage where teachers stood, and his face began to change into different men seamlessly, one after another hundreds and hundreds of different menm one after another not too fast not too slow, I was studying each persona, amazed, enthralled. About this time I noticed that all the men in the room whom moments before in the vision had had their backs turned to the chalboard, had now somehow moved to the otherside of the table and were standing with their backs *pinned* to the wall. (Lol said roaring L grin) and my supervisor was now peevish to my right staring/ commenting with his head low to the table top, speaking aloud witness to what was happening.

Then, the Medicine Man (Angel) switched to shape shifting into the faces of females, hundreds of which, one after another seamlessly right before our eyes. As this amount of time went on i noticed the floor of which he was standing was sinking in a Salvadore Dali-esque way although still in the realm of a college amphitheater style classroom. It seemed relative with space time continuum. It was very beautiful to watch the different beings pass before our eyes on the torso of an Angel that I am grateful for, and whom saved my life long ago when I was living in the outback.

That cold, wet November morning when he appeared in my dream, and guided me to being an artist, I immediately decided to work my way out of the outback(living on the road) so that I could better pursue learning to become an artist, unaware that the melting colors from water was the 1st immediate treatment for PTSD, that I had been living with full on, ever since being baptized in fire by someone whose sandals I am not worth to carry, and dealing with 3-7 prophetic lucid dream/visions every single night (including ) since '96. all of those people that have called me "A Headcase" will be Judged Likewise By The Lord Jesus Christ when their time comes.

"For the Son of Man is going to come in his Father’s glory with his angels, and then he will reward each person according to what they have done." Matthew 16:27

"I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance, but He who is coming after me is mightier than I, whose sandals I am not worthy to carry. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. "
Matthew 3:11