Down here it's hard to separate things as we're in the fray; up there we get a View from Above as to what is really going on down here.
Fulfillment ~ "2023, a Year of Goodbyes"
Monday, November 16, 2015
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Friday, November 13, 2015
A Terrorist is a Terrorist is a Terrorist
Terrorist Attack - Paris France, November 13, 2015.
It was just a matter of time.
To the President of the United States: This was no JV Team.
These bloodthirsty Jihadists just murdered 140 innocent people in France.
I'd say this was a well-funded well- orchestrated and well-planned attack.
Did you notice? --These were real terrorists, engaged in real terrorism.
This was not some workplace violence.
This was a horrific event in real time with real terrorists murdering real people.
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To the President of the United States: It is Time to close our borders.
To the President of the United States: It is time to act tough (not just talk tough).
And, if you're not up to the task then please do us all a favor -- step down because all you're doing is setting us up.
If anything happens in this country as to what just befell France, I will not hesitate to place the blame solely where it belongs
To the President of the United States: You continue to allow and openly encourage, untold millions of unvetted foreigners into this country and we're well aware that many of them do not have our best interests at heart.
Yet, you just can't seem to stop yourself.
This is no polite invitation by you to a bunch of refugees but an invitation to a full scale frontal assault and invasion on this country, designed to weaken us.
Thanks to you, Obama, we are fast losing our sovereignty along with any ability to defend ourselves.
Your refusal to deal with immigration and the fact that we are at war with a ruthless enemy whose only goal in life is to wipe us out is bordering on madness.
I took note of your speech tonight to the American people, in response to the carnage that just took place in France.
You offered your condolences and help, as well you should.
But why is it that when it comes to a long time ally, Israel, who is constantly under terrorist attacks on a daily basis, 365 days a year, you refuse to help.
You can't have it both ways, Obama.
You're either the President of the Free World and act like one or I might just as well count you in with the bad guys.
I'm confused by your rhetoric...exactly which side are you really on, Obama?
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https://youtu.be/xS3jady8bIc
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Sunday, November 8, 2015
The Visit
This morning I was overwhelmed by the scent of a fragrant rose.
Alongside this was a feeling of joy, as I watched a myriad of little beings who had freely invaded my psyche, jumping and dancing, running and laughing, frolicking to and fro.
I could actually hear them.
The colors were charming and the scene, too.
It was a forest with a tapestry of colors--deep greens and warm yellows.
The sun filtered down through the leaves and splayed intricate golden patterns across the forest floor.
Thick vines snaked up the trees and wound tightly around their trunks.
The vines were ablaze with pink and purple flowers and embedded in the vines were happy little faces poking out at me.
There were elves and elementals, faeries and hobbits and even an angel or two.
A raucous giggling accompanied this merry panoply of reverie.
They were playing hide and seek and chasing one another, squealing noisily as someone's hiding place was spied.
The feeling I was experiencing was so strong that I went up and brought down my Christmas angel so I could see her.
She's radiant with long tresses, golden flowing hair with one arm reaching upward, toward a distant star.
It is experiences such as these that help me cope with all the chaos and turmoil I see happening in the world today.
Maybe, in some way, my relaying this information will help you, also.
Alongside this was a feeling of joy, as I watched a myriad of little beings who had freely invaded my psyche, jumping and dancing, running and laughing, frolicking to and fro.
I could actually hear them.
The colors were charming and the scene, too.
It was a forest with a tapestry of colors--deep greens and warm yellows.
The sun filtered down through the leaves and splayed intricate golden patterns across the forest floor.
Thick vines snaked up the trees and wound tightly around their trunks.
The vines were ablaze with pink and purple flowers and embedded in the vines were happy little faces poking out at me.
There were elves and elementals, faeries and hobbits and even an angel or two.
A raucous giggling accompanied this merry panoply of reverie.
They were playing hide and seek and chasing one another, squealing noisily as someone's hiding place was spied.
The feeling I was experiencing was so strong that I went up and brought down my Christmas angel so I could see her.
She's radiant with long tresses, golden flowing hair with one arm reaching upward, toward a distant star.
It is experiences such as these that help me cope with all the chaos and turmoil I see happening in the world today.
Maybe, in some way, my relaying this information will help you, also.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
One World Under Obama
https://teapartyarmy.com/151104_39966_tpa_rs_rr-tpa_United_Nations_Global_Government/
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