Citizens, start your engines. A call for angles, not a parade. 💧

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Archangel Michael in Kiev.

Tell that place in your heart, where they live, what you need. Otherwise it’s a guess no matter how obvious the lack. War, a lack of peace. Revenge a rage of inability to control oneself.

Nazi Germany had rampant drug use too and used the occult they called “border sciences.” They used astrology and other divination tools, dowsing by pendulums and the sort. Much of the information available is serious inquiry with a bit of laughing up ones sleeve at it all. Worth the watch for the information it does give… A screen shot from the video tells about how the arts of divination and others were called ‘border science’ then. I’d like to mention these arts are often pointed to as the source of the later developed sciences we learn in school.

The ‘old ways’ can lead to ruin, it’s true. Lead makeup for the ladies of European courts comes to mind along with all the leaded pewter mugs and plates of the colonies.

I could feel the bad ju ju, that morning, that day, when Hilary was not elected. I was stopped in my tracks more than once that morning on the way to vote. A credential missing. A door won’t shut. Little snags that didn’t seem normal. They were not.

We know the result.

Science, more than anything at all is based on observation. Repetition and observation.

Talk to your depths. Say you’re empty and in need of comfort. Aim the arrows of desire to burn the barriers of disease, infirmity and ignorance. You need not faith only the desire. Pick up your slings and point your arrow.

Believe don’t believe. This is no Tinkerbell drill to keep the tiny fairy alive with belief.

The notion, the reason, the place to hit hasn’t changed an iota. This is hard core Medieval church styled chanting work. I sense wafting clouds of demands with buckets of cash to tithe one’s way to hell. It’s far simpler to open those gates than heaven’s.

Some may still be looking for the rapture. Two weeks? Epic own.

Primitive man and woman survived the wars of weather, famine, predation. Cave paintings show all sorts of people and warriors and animals and conflict.

Primitive paintings from many different places and many times in history.

The pictures show one’s inner seen objectives. Calling it into being. Calling all alls. What do they look like today? For our needs? Pick up a brush, find a wall.

Paint with abandon and unburden the worries. Commit to the future, then make it.

Call in your angles. Dial the phone or shut one’s eyes and ask to be heard.

We are a rainbow of possibilities and colors, inside and out. Isn’t that what this is really all about? Isn’t Donald the old? Are we not the new?

And lastly, a weather forecast… I know a rain dance, how about you?

Thanks for being here. I wouldn’t be here without you.

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