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What If
You live in a Matrix that you don't know, what is really happening around you.
That there are people that wish to control you through fear, lies, and manipulation and deception, but you don't realize it's happening.
That these people have been planning this a long time and they are incredibly smart, evil, rich and powerful.
That they are the people that you trust, listen to, appreciate, and admire.
That they are many years ahead of you in technology and they have gathered so much information on you, that your privacy doesn't exist.
That they control the economy, your food, your water, your money, and through the false narratives on television your mind.
That they are so evil that you in your worst thoughts, could not fathom their evilness.
That their goal is to depopulate the world from 7.8 Billion people to 5 hundred million.
How you might ask? Through your food, vaccinations, chemtrails, your water, medications, lack of health care, and many other ways.
That they want a data bank on everyone on earth through your dna and tracking, and tracing devices.
There are many of us and few of them, so they want to monitor us at all times so we can't retaliate when we realize what they are doing to us.
After they give us our freedom back with conditions, they will bring us back to our prisons at home with another plandemic.
Then they will tell us that if we want our freedom we have to first be tested and then vaccinated.
Later they will say that your money carries the virus and they will bring in the cashless society. Why? If you don't go along with the program, they shut off your funds.
That they want to disarm us, take our weapons so we can't fight back. Canada just banned assault weapons, U S A will follow.
Henry Kissinger said, You want to control the masses, you control their food and their money, and they will do anything you ask.
My friends welcome to, THE NEW WORLD ORDER.
Go to YouTube. Everyday they take down their videos to censor them. Warn others like I have warned you.
Off The Grid With Doug and Stacy
YouTube.
Dr Sherri Tenpenny Brighteon.com
Tell all that you love and tell them to tell ten others. So forth and so on. God bless you all we are in this together...
Michael Tor
Sherri Mitchell invites us all
to gather more cooperatively in our search to avoid
once again in this Fifth Extinction MultiGeneration,
the entitled
privileged
win/lose colonizing
leftbrain dominant potential patriarchal terrorist
lurking within
our climate darkening ego identity.
How do I sabotage my more benignly intending self
repeatedly into predative win/lose games-manship?
How do I hate my lose/lose mortal degenerating nature/spirit Body,
And reject my own physical/mental
ego-natural/eco-spiritual
fragment/interdependent
universal/unitarian bicameral individuation?
A lifetime process of co-acclimation within EarthTribe
secular metamorphic transmutation
of sacred transubstantiating spirits
of win/win
left/right
dipolar co-arising
inform/exflow binomial correlation;
creative appositions
We all,
Mitchell responds to her own question
strangely
prophetically before she asks it,
following an Industrial leftbrain-dominant Revolution
leading away from rightbrain win/win
more organically compassionate moments,
In which we, more domestically together,
possess harmonic left/right States
of cooperative understanding
climate YangLight
and YinDarkness
infant/womb nondual potential fecundity
ego/eco-co-acclimating inside/outside attachment
primal connectivity
ego-interdependent win/wins overpowering win/lose detachments,
from our co-creative
re-creating win/win cooperative health development
caregiving/receiving communal green ego/ecological abilities.
Our metaphysical question,
Why me; Everything ZeroSum,
and not just nihilistic Zero-NothingCore?
Is not just why growing healthy consumers
developed robust competitive EarthMarkets,
but also how we co-productively show up
most powerfully to meet this depleting nutritional time
in which we lose to climate monoculturalism
We are most egotistically invested in
when not interdependently win/win
bicamerally conscious internal DNA multi-regenerational cultures
resisting win/lose predative climate-death trends.
How do we invite cooperative dialogue
rather than trigger competitive debate,
mere empty theoretical words?
Devoid of heartfelt rightbrain compelling experience
deeply learning through our win/win mutually co-invested actions
not of win/lose leftbrain entitlement
but of win/win interdependent engagement.
In 1976 the release of High Voltage
(In grade six) this is old school dopeness
Then Dirty Deeds [were] Done Dirt Cheap
Still in grade five, wanting summer relief
So I Let There Be Rock
Because of all the other schlock
So came the disco rage
I liked Blonde but even more Powerage
My first attempt at poetry was lost in the past
It was behind my painting [stolen] of the abstract
Out of Eight Grade, and the summer went well
Over the radio I heard Highway To Hell
And Bon Scott’s AC/DC were on the verge
Then it opened with a funeral dirge
And out of boom boxes Back in Black shot loud
It accompanied me on my paper route
When I heard the cannons and opening salute
For Those About To Rock was about to shoot
My mind in kind as I Flicked the Switch in ‘83
(A kind of Jailbreak) as I graduated high school early
And ended up in Georgia in the barracks
If I could’ve been a Fly on the Wall like a poster with tacks
(I wouldn’t ask Who Made Who, It was The All In All)
And I shouldn’t have lusted because you were married
I should’ve stayed away from Sherri, harried
And I’d Blow Up Your Video screen
I couldn’t get your perfume off of me
Then I walked The Razors Edge
As I tried to find my way away from the ledge
And as the walls were being dismantled by a Ballbreaker
I was playing the heart breaker
I was told to keep a Stiff Upper Lip
Even after the death of Dad and Nick
I slipped on Black Ice and into a Rock N Roll Dream
The things of this world were growing strangely dim
This is when Jesus changed my life
(A timely clearing of the mists of time)
And I started losing interest in AC/DC
I changed focus to more on Jesus and less on me
So I hold up a sign that says “Rock or Bust”
But it was in the Rock Jesus that I trust
It's been a long way here from where I once was
So now I Power Up on God and His love
Anne Bressington Lord Christopher Monkton Rashid Buttar dr Vernon Coleman dr Sherri Tenpenny Dr Peter McCullough Dr Ben Tapper, nurse Kate Semrani nurse Shelly Tasker Deborah Conrad Jane Mikovits Del Matthew Bigtree Christine Ronald Bernard
Northrup Simone Gold Robert F Kennedy jr Suzanne Humphries Andrew Wakefield
Kelly Brogan Joseph Mercola Lee Merritt Alex Berenson Ty Bollinger Alexandra Mention
Polly Tommey Barbara Los Fisher Rocco Gelato Dennis Rancourt Alex Jones Paul A Off it
Dr Steven Hotze Dr Luc Montagnier Dr Mariano Amici Dr Jane M Orient Dr Micheal Yeadon
Father James Altman Paul Craig Roberts archbishop Vigano Maria Claire Edwards ex un official also Dr Graham Lyons 'Aus senator Malcome Roberts' president Jaier Bolsenaro Brazil Professer Francis Boyle
Ricardo Bosi Luitenant colonel Australian sas retired. Dr Ronald Kostoff ( Dr Robert Malone Msrn experimental
Vaccine builder.) Dr Mercola
When are sacred instructions
also secular erections?
How could sacred reconstructions of Spirits fly
without secular deconstructions for Nature's
harmonic polypaths together?
I'm still reading
Sacred Instructions
by She Who Brings The Light,
aka Sherri Mitchell's
natural/spiritual enlightenment.
I think she just said
Gospel Warriors
of natural light
emerge most non-WinLose soldierly anti-therapeutic
For challenged WinWin longing Egos
and for healing outdoor climate pathologies
against green gospel warriors,
By exercising a silent student/teacher experiential Voice
Curious about Great Universal Origins,
and Transitions,
of epic course,
But also fans of daily speaking
with still small calming WinWin therapeutic Voices,
Not speaking for or against LoseLose plutocratic terrifying dualism,
Dissonantly settling for compromising
Earth's natural beauty
fragrance
taste
natural/spiritual Voices,
to serve monoculturing reductive purposes,
self-perpetuating losses
against multicultural synergy Warriors
of past synergetic ages
Within and upon this co-operatively owned
and self/other-teaching/listening Earth.
My LeftBrain gospel
Either Nature Or Spirit
pen
seldom offers such RightBrain silent synergetic
Both Nature And Spirit riches,
Deep learning nondual WinWin confluence,
EgoLeft listening
co-present with EcoRight
Warm womb basking
in bilinear sacred Light
Now discerned
through yesterday's dark
secular and silent StillHere.
When are sacred instructions
also secular integrity erections?
When Sherri was a little girl
a baby crow fell out of the tree
and being my little tomboy
she said "Leave this up to me".
So up the tree she climbed
to put little "Elvis" back in his nest.
Mama crow did not appreciate it
and became somewhat of a pest.
When the rest of us walked outside
she just gave us the evil eye
but for Sherri she had other plans,
dive-bombing her from the sky.
Whichever door she left by
that crow was watching for her
and dived and pecked at our little girl.
The ungrateful, miserable cur.
No good deed goes unpunished
is a saying we've all come to know.
Intended perhaps for humans
but it certainly relates to a crow.
In Germany beneath a foreign sky
I took sweet Sherri’s hand as mine
We built our days upon young hopes
And we consumed love like sacred wine
Then one day the world stood still
A voice like thunder split the air
I ran by will through dread and fear
To find death waiting there
They said my sweet Sherri had gone away
And with her passed a child (inside)
“What, a daughter I’ll never see?!”
Then felt my own heart landslide
Once we talked that if it should ever be
That God would bless our love the same
A little girl with Sherri’s eyes
We both would give her Emma’s name
Then dawn broke cold upon my face
No blood, no ward, no final scream
Yet grief still echoed through my mind
For all of it had been a dream