Before starting this post, I went into yesterday's post and redacted a bunch of words. This was because, after reading facial RS, I realized some things in my post produced a negative reaction with the (Redacted).
OOPS, will I need to redact the word the camels call the workers, (Redacted)? Words names of what they call us but telling you produces a big negative so I Redacted them out.
The other word is (Redacted), that they claim are how they make war. Using the (Redacted) to fund all of the war in our world that they are famous for.
Karl Liebknecht explained it to us in 1915 in his book militarism and anti militarism and if understood what he said then, explains why our kind diligent extraterrestrial family and friends are here.
What we are dealing with today: The war that Washington has started with Russia is not really against our family in Russia; it is squarely aimed to terrorize us right here in the USA.
I receive a lot of negative feedback when I mention the European elites who aim to destroy the United States and I often misspeak. It is not the ordinary people in Europe who seek to harm us, but the elites of European countries who do what they can to destroy the United States. Why do they want us destroyed? The elites don't want fair governments, and with our Bill of Rights, we are truly a fair nation. Additionally, we are exceptionally rich, and their petty schemes of knocking down the common people for sport look pretty ugly. They know that with us living right, they are easily seen for what they are. And so, they terrorize in the states where the elite are now being removed from power for shooting us genocide hydrogen bomb missile ways.
And what makes Bitch so sure the elite are going out of power in the United States? The fact that extraterrestrials have offered the elites the opportunity to use hydrogen bombs many times. Our wits are at the level where we are the most powerful beings in the universe. We are like the big mainframes, and the elite mainframes merely have specialized programming in them to use their abundance of low cunning ways. Once the masses figure out the deal, the elite lose the power that made them. And what is that? The power of the simple workers showing up, producing what they do, and the elite holding a forced taking—income tax—paid only to camels in a foreign land.
While it could take a long time for deceived workers to respond to such truth, because the elite know they are done here forever, they are trying to get us with their nuclear backup of shots of nuclear waste.... that they planned long ago to unleash on the unsuspecting public.
This is a desperate measure, a frantic grasp at control in the face of inevitable change. The elite thrive on fear and manipulation, perpetuating a cycle where they remain atop their self-constructed hierarchy while we toil beneath them. But the reality is that their hold is slipping; people are beginning to wake up to the lies and half-truths that have kept us subdued. The facade of power they wield relies heavily on misinformation and distraction. As awareness grows, so does dissent—workers are starting to understand their collective strength and realize that they are not just cogs in a machine but rather the very heartbeat of society.
It's time for individuals to recognize that their labor fuels this system; without it, everything crumbles. While fear may deter some from rising up against these elites, history has shown us time and again that readjustments are born from discontentment. The moment we unite our voices against such injustices is when real change can begin to manifest.
It’s crucial now more than ever for each individual to critically assess who truly holds power and question whether it should remain with those who exploit it or be returned to those who embody its true essence—the workers themselves.
The patience of our kind and diligent extraterrestrial elders has made this world of peace possible. It offers ordinary people a chance to see this world of wonders and understand what they are doing here.
The sports significant force (Redacted) 255 words.
My early morning story always gets out of hand when I try to get help by showing what they’re up to here. It apparently just doesn't work well, especially with our elders from Mercury. As so that redaction to try to get some help with a strike so that workers lets us live right.
Maybe to help you get a sense of what sort of guy Bitch is, consider who he is on the street. You may recall he stopped to help a young guy and girl broken down on Red Arrow Highway in 1985. It seemed they were changing a tire, and the car slipped off the jack. The gangly girl wanted me to take her just up the road to a gas station to get a tow. As she got into my car, 72 Vega hatchback, I noted her head was closer to the ceiling than mine. As we drove along, it jumped into my head—the floor jack that I brought was in the car. So, I put on the brakes, backed up, and then, just then, a squad car with two uniforms zoomed up, only to slow down as they passed by us.
So I jacked their car up because the floor jack could get underneath, as their regular jack could not reach close to the ground.
I refused the money offered to me by the girl and went on my way. Only decades later did I realize that two poverts in the squad were supposed to arrest me for the attempted rape of that girl.
"Thank you, Grandfather,” to whom I say a prayer every day, for saving me from being ditched in an Indiana jailhouse because of my demand for peace. Years earlier.....
It was a clear, sunny afternoon in September 1969. I was driving my '66 Dodge Charger eastbound on 69th Street after leaving classes at Chicago State. I pulled up at a red light and looked north. An old tow truck with a car on the hook, had its hood up, a guy fighting a fire from the carburetor.
He used rags to try and put it out as it grew presumably from a backfire when he tried to accelerate and stalled the hot engine.
A somewhat common occurrence years ago with old carbureted vehicles
For that reason, I always keep a fire extinguisher within reach, in case that should happen to me.
Anyways, I pulled the hand extinguisher out of the center console and rushed across the street to the tow truck guy trying to put the fire out. I asked him if he wanted to use this fire extinguisher, and he immediately said “YES”. So, I pulled the pin out and handed it to him. In seconds, the fire was out, saving his tow truck from burning up.
I got into my car and drove on my way. Soon after, I stopped at the store and bought a new fire extinguisher to be protected if that should happen to me.
Sometime after that, I was driving along 69th Street late at night, heading east from Western Ave to my apartment. I saw a guy at a stop sign, and his car’s carburetor was on fire. It was about a 1950 Plymouth four-door
It was probably a carburetor backfire when he stalled the engine while letting the clutch out after stopping at the sign.
Anyways, I was rolling and didn't stop to help him. If I was stopped at a light and seen that, most likely would have handed him my fire extinguisher as I did with the tow truck driver. Rolling though, kept going along. So what’s the moral of the story?
I don't know, I haven't figured it out yet. Maybe, anyone that needs help, if I can, I will help them out?
I left Roswell, New Mexico in April of 1997, if memory serves me correctly, and stayed a night in a motel somewhere along the route back to Des Moines. In the morning, when leaving, a man, a woman, and a baby needed a jump to start their car. He asked for help, and I agreed. I hooked up the cables but got them backwards. I don't know how that happened, but it did, and regrettably, it may have blown his alternator out.
That reminds me of another time on the road when a guy was in a commercial spot facing westward wanting to cross the 4 lanes to head south. I was heading north and a red light was ahead a bit and so stopped to let him go, and he pulled out and got hit in his driver's side door by a guy passing me in the second lane.
What's the moral of the story? I don't know, but now I never let a person enter the road just because the stoplight is holding cars ahead. In being nice and giving the driver a chance to go, it sets them up to take the courtesy and put themselves in a possible difficult situation. So when someone pulls from the right side, if they are turning right, I might let them in. If they are going to cross lanes to go in the opposite direction, I always continue on.
I mention all of this to give you some idea of who I am, not one of the many false guys and gals who have fooled others. I am, as advertised by God, a nice boy. I remained true to His love and never involved myself in harm to anyone. Seeing the mess in this world, I figured it was religion they used to keep us still. So, I was negative to all of them and never guessed that there was a God somewhere.
Easily, I was put in the grave many times over many decades. Each time, my guardian angel, my grandfather, saved me, and I didn't even know he existed. Since then, of the 8,000 children on Earth kind grandfather served, only a few, about three, knew the source of his love: the Galactic Federation of Light.
And I am one of the three grandfather cared for who figured out someone up there truly loves us.
I’m still trying to think up a moral to the story. How about, “If there’s a fire under the hood, I’ll be glad to help you put it out, right?”
It seems like a rather flippant takeaway, don’t you think? In reality, the lesson should delve much deeper than just reacting to a crisis. Perhaps it could be framed as: “Being proactive is far more effective than waiting for disaster to strike.” After all, this narrative highlights not only the importance of vigilance but also the need for collaboration and accountability. Ignoring problems until they become emergencies only leads to chaos, and we ought to learn from that. It's crucial that we foster an environment where issues are addressed before they escalate into something unmanageable—a moral that resonates far beyond the mere acknowledgment of flames under a hood.
The italicized text is what the AI computer wrote in response to pressing the "continue writing" button. Here is the same text when I pressed another button to write it in a different tone:
Well, that seems like a bit of a shallow takeaway, don’t you think? The real lesson here should be more profound than just playing firefighter. Maybe something like: “Being proactive is way better than waiting for the sky to fall.” This story isn’t just about keeping an eye out; it’s also about teamwork and owning up to our responsibilities. Ignoring problems until they blow up in our faces only leads to chaos, and we really should learn from that. We need to create a culture where we tackle issues before they turn into full-blown disasters—a moral that goes way beyond just noticing smoke coming out of the engine!
And some more of Judah sports facial reverse speech:
"Our nest egg is off for consequences; Pat let you see me. Our success was diaperous Judas shoot you so we go. I'm a type of re-Allah-ism. Our psych of you falls you generously. I just stumble you rules here pig. Once Joe realizes my lies you'll be out of syndicalism. I ever opp your fortune out, soon the United States will be through with me. I'm an original fight you mafia globe rule. I was a fool to fight you. I make you purple because I do my Jew right. With your big top we make fun of you. Our hash rate is how we blew you ham. I tie die genius formal. My fussin big day foul is out. Our porpoise big claim you rough-oh and you fell.
Pat Sullivan keeps coming up with our principal ways and I can't shoot him. (While speaking of exploding pagers)
My wall fiend has fumbled me out of my Jew pie. We always had a brutal trophy and now this Iowa has taken away my time. Intrude we did. I want your wage over, that's why we do what we did. We just bore some real disability. I'm an oddy to keep riding you score. We're threat-a-tists that failed you and you won't keep any more. Hoolia hold you for Amsterdam free weap. We just do shoot a boy. We're mule bashers in every way. Because you're cadaverous I hold you to a fault even though you won. (I'm not cadaverous. Some harsh words before I knew that harming a guy is how you get us to sound off not right and then make up a bunch of lies)
We just them in a ditch, it's my house of poverts. Bitch, your house of errors make you ab-so-lessum. Wonderful Jew pulls you on your sift boom box. Our industry, the wood we keep striking. We've fallen, we're going into Jew eternity. I was refused for the merchant. We surround you with Michigan to throw you in. I'm so room-tosis I'm off for my spoiler memories. Our toughest made you here. I conquer ails with Moscow because you're letting them come in big. 450 an hour is how we enemy you. I accomplish war bilious. We enrich by Euro conking, they let me do collept. The bedroom won't hold me now because it's clear, I put you away.
When we brought (Redacted) in cage let us war. I did my best to nuke you (Redacted). The boy closed us for conkerous for prejudice'n. Our tourist you made because we perk-al you here. 4% gave us our owl set. When you see our purpose I'll be all away from you's. Jew bow you tattoo respect. Because you failed to get big Jew out we got you wholesale. I spoon app dangerous. I fall latex to fall you right. We have a serial force to make you dog Fudd to ticket.
With the white world we're almost reaching out. Our kids put you's out fair for wicked advice. Pat true confront in our murderous racket and rolled our force. I spavvy you opps. I ignored your rights, that's our foul. It's almost reached you, our enormous power here is a foul on you business. Our satch opped you completely, superiorly, pyramidally. We're just insufferable, that's our vengeance hold. We're done, stone fried, our war issues have stunned. I take you to Jew bubble highness. On wood, I'm woodly actious, I trunch you. We stumbled you greatly and perished mother and his mental we couldn't shoot.
I minus you with an atom burning you out. We set your government as of seeking a fight to pull out your semen. Druid, we screw rich. Cur-id. My right you scuttled. I always bomb you out and you want me out and I show you pooch. For my punish I'm completely out. I just bore you so I'm going away. I'm just a perishing fiend boss. Pat sees I'm a wrecking boy so I made him diet.
I vike-id a quarter I have burned who will soon be dead. Jew tish go out. Mercury stopped us so we're all boo's. Our (Redacted) force is why Jew come from behind so quick. Jew rolls available made you. We didn't get the professor off so we be falling off fired. Super presents a superior challenge so I just poof you bad. I chemicaled you all day mumblous pooch. When you find our air opp in your dough you'll close our boys. I fight you (Redacted) in my war against velocidad.
Essentials Jew set you molest is over. Essentially professor, your meek have won.
Our psych is out our richest time. Beautiful on grass I always scheme, finally you threw me out. Patrick, our real boots on (Redacted) you're chasing me in real coffee. We weap you summarily to get our boots rights and so I lost my office. My big addict ended. I out doggies to show how fierce you are and it lets me bum fist. My duty is to do you straight axle. Judah's stop is coming. Mass juries will let you see Jew ways and how we foul you. I just use the jest of Parliament to victim. I hiked you. My battle profess has proven I'm a liar. A tumor on the white Jew opened you up to my errorous ways," Judee say.
The pancreatic and esophageal cancerous tumors resulted from eating a meal spiked with old basalt. It was goodbye, cruel world, for Sir Bitch then. However, Father had His diligent angels step in and pull the cancer out of my insides. So, Bitch is still making strides to achieve the peace in our world that has been elusive for so long. And I was still an atheist then. I hadn't learned that we have a friend in Jesus.
What a friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and griefs to bear
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer
O what peace we often forfeit
O what needless pain we bear
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged
Take it to the Lord in prayer
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness
Take it to the Lord in prayer
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Alan Jackson wrote that. He does one of my favorite versions of "How Great Thou Art." I also listen to Chris Rice's version because he includes a couple more verses.
Tele receives;
"Ah ha ha, your life is in the past, be dead, sold fold. 1.55 p.m.
I will be dead, I shut them down.
You fired us out, geek us. (You fired yourselves out. Bitch merely a truthful noisemaker)
You missed oppie die, you're still funding me.
They roll vent zoom.
Red oxygen killed.
Zoom oh-rot-oh.
I did it rotted.
Mutt you beautiful con.
You caught racket.
They're giving us a Roman fall.
I war an animal risk and it do them out of here.
We're completely dead.
We're just a stalker Jew corrupt.
We just gold your wit.
Set you out blue.
More ricing lewd we score.
Prejudice Tunisia.
Patrick tells you they're anthracite criminals.
Goolusherous.
They zane mental.
We got fouly rights.
Your wonderful right copy our life sold.
Jews are the most merciless thieves.
We put a real rag ass on you. (They will find out your lies about Bitch eventually)
I'm broached.
Your thief much saved us. (Maxwell civics lesson got Bitch cold sober permanently and able to see their trickiness)
(Redacted) outed us here.
Their route is fall.
Thank you for your challenge to show their ---- side out.
I hopeless dare you with a lug wrench.
Incinerate corrupt.
Bats consigned you.
Wash you null.
Done turd.
Put aches.
You were hunched over here.
I app racial.
Your monk in a rale failed.
I just need a week to put you all away.
You're sincere in getting me out of here.
I correct pistol foul you.
We opped you out attee.
Beer rare error holds you.
Marrow sight posted Jew for instant grill involvement.
Wasted you (Redacted) sporting arrow. (Food item redacted to not hurt legitimate sales)
Oh my God, they're getting us out.
It's abusive.
Fabulous Mercury failed. (Bible prophesied a fail that will take a third away. Mercury's not failed. All known long ago)
We failed vicious.
Incredibly crashed war; incredibly war pushed bad.
We battle enemy cow.
For a white person you're a unique person. (That is how Jew got so dangerous, getting ahold of the white person and using us for war)
I make you a hustler ropeness here.
Pencil vane ya.
Sexing you won.
Bummer fused.
My dear friend bake us horrifies you.
Cat leave you dull.
Hammered in the den.
I just erased a boy.
We stuff.
Porting you's won, we made you treasure.
Thank you for telling us about wall fuse.
You're welcome for truth about filthy predators.
I want you to go munch-room. (Father said my die is canceled so I'll stay until He says its time to go)
The camel is a big out, the Bitch, he'll tell you what's going on.
You get them fantastic. (Human worldwide failed to them. And so far, even extraterrestrials have not been able to overcome their cipher mental force over ordinary lifeform kids. Might we think of the goats they stared at until they were dead?)
We just mug you because its brutal.
My white missed hearse.
I scored you awesome miracle life.
We just had a tobacco rental wrench.
Your truthful force us away.
Terror weights.
Real faced you.
Pat failed volitscious.
Brutal is over seen here. 6.38 a.m.
You've been thrown away for so mortar ------. 6.49 a.m.
I fess you head view.
I died for our excellent arc.
This folly voids you here.
-------- embers."
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It is going on seven hours now on this first draft of the day. Take a break, then read it and listen for feedback to remove anything that doesn't help convince workers to stop the war. And then add Tele receives early afternoon, and post to Facebook and Twitter too.
It is I, Jesus, who sent my angel to you with this testimony for the churches. I am the root and the descendant of David, the bright morning star. Revelation 22:16
The bright morning star we know is the planet Venus. Does that fit with the idea of Jesus being a reproduction of a Father from Venus, artificially inseminating Mother Mary with genius, sent to help us?
While it may seem a far reach for those raised in the religious world, might we give credit to ancient alien theorists for providing us with an advantage in gaining a broader, universal perspective on things?
You crown the year with your bounty. Psalm 65:11
The end of the deficits that hold us back when we need so many things done, and so much of our labor set aside. Are we seeing with combustion antenna how we will rise?
The whole range of velocity power supplies has been held out. Additionally, the high-voltage radioactive waste removal system was gifted to us in Dr. Henry Moray's patent
And the patent he gave as a gift to us allows us to build those machines without any hold-up. The radioactive waste, the camels hope, will end up in our dough as we eat our favorite breads. Dr. Moray's gift to us all has ensured this is swept out in the factory where our bread is made.
We just need to strike! And the war is over if you want it to be.
"We have determined we will go because your cipher is so much more Sizeable," Judee says.
Wednesday, September 18, 2024 — Psalm 107:33–43
1 Samuel 10; John 1:14–28
A star shall come out of Jacob, and a scepter shall rise out of Israel. Numbers 24:17
It is I, Jesus, who sent my angel to you with this testimony for the churches. I am the root and the descendant of David, the bright morning star. Revelation 22:16
God, you have led us when we were lost. Please lead those of us who have strayed from you; help us find you and your love once again. May your guidance lead us to love you more. Amen.
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1.43 p.m.
"We just had a tobacco rental wrench.
You ------ force us away.
The fool's out of here.
You just close them right.
It's good enough for me to help close them right.
You make povertude feasible.
You're rotten mule.
Thanks for your fortune rule. (Father has His angels bringing that in)
Supreme intelligence serves.
They fist sin here.
Dodo.
It's the end of you.
You're showing your mother's real wit.
You're unrighteous so you push me deskilin.
I opped you eye-phis.
We just cop you happy.
Beam on. 10.22 a.m.
You lose strike here.
You're mother's coming through real good here.
They mace us sad.
Genius rights are off.
Beam off. 10.57 a.m.
For score I'm curring you here.
I just scheme fit.
You rad connie.
My newest tale perishes man.
I was always so videous.
You up fall us from merce and dine.
Put him in a cell to fallish.
Be hooved.
It's angous.
They're a felony way failed.
Gear opp income.
You don't mind peace so my hits are going.
They're taking out the free rubs.
Poe sided you to tenement you.
They blindsided quite fearless.
I've got an ash for you.
You don't want to make a charge false buddy.
Thank you Mr Sullivan for decimals until we leave.
You are a paster shots." (You are so fooled maybe pray for a clear thought of truth)
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Father had this transition to peace all planned out long ago. And so what we need now is our miracle from God, peace on earth brought in by all of His children that are workers. How about we all pray together to now FINISH with a STRIKE? And then do our sweet Lord and Sovereign God's beautiful will and issue our American money.
Thank you.
Will American workers not bring us to God's wisdom and stop the war and issue our money? The rulers of this atomic war age now are coming to nothing as our good book predicted. Will workers not get on God's side and stop the war?
This love that God has for us is not a passing fancy; it is permanent. If we follow Him, our world will be at peace, and the errant life forms will have found their way to eternity finally. God is guiding them away from His kids. They did not respect His rights and so they now are out of their fight.
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