signs in somes’ times.. 11s, 22 at a glance..

Noticing numbers all of the time, doubles doubled, tripled and on up their line, when stopping to take a moment from mine… doubles ticking every clock, when timed out to notice them… some say summer solstice laid on 21.. dare I say.. nay, not this time, as keepers whoring the moors.. I’m seeing 22.. just me, eye supposed… hmm, piggy backing 4, for this day, points to higher ways.. 6,22.. 10, adding 2018, for another 11, making 21.. key to the code. pigging back 3.. 22, of an angel, timed out by little Ones as designated to amass on the 21st… damn spell-makers, ritual bastards, disguised the truth.. mixing warfare with getting mass to worship a day before.. calibrating calendars to suit their whore.. of spiritual lovers.. master baiters stroking genius endeavors of genes befores.. black op’s of magi’s, darkening doors, lights, and souls.. so we’re looking much higher these days, and into such anomalies.. co-incidents, noticing no such thing.. the sun will always solstice, just delayed by their calendar games… surges, cycles, of seeing their made up times.. the moon reflects the nature of truth, following its tides, of waves and light from below keeps events in queue, in sight..

does not the universal reveal completion at 21, in numerology, tarot.. attainment, cycles starts 22, anew.. tied to 4, building, piecing it together.. the teacher, in another learning… 4, of an emperors placement to review.. 22, master to still others yet.. rising in this mood, solstice outside and within, bound, to meet again… too much lit below, to keep it there… inflaming topside to question flow… in consciousness, of all kinds and planes.. just observing and carrying on.. best One can.. going back to Her clock, time(ing) and conditioning.. squared, this one, to rounds within the abyss.. just callin as seeing them, not seeking, just impressions of the observing…

6,22,2018. 21, to sum.. rising stars of glory, sol stifles the illusion of presence, when given as presents, consumed by the mass, unknowingly lowering their guards, of predators running around.. not all good, intentions without back up, harder to enlighten your load.. be of good cheer, no believing to the seeing.. major shifts of arcane, creep into their lives and minds.. shifts, veils and shadows, reflecting their makers now… keep up the good work..

Another round, comes to town, to test your validity.. of more my type, of lunar, july 27… a 7, seeking truth and understanding, this 7 does the same.. lining up within my reality, where 7’s meet and greet to pass on time and its weight.. no respecter of man’s time… adding the year, 2018 to calculate an 11.. 7/11, Sirius ly… 18, to 9… old souls balance energies, so center and hold-on to inner peace, as it’s going to get rocky for some… as the blood moon will bleed higher levels to initiate willing travelers… welfare of humanity, brushes it strokes onto those with the will to catch the wave, breaking-down those whom oppose its subtle frequencies.. manipulators will and fortitude are tested, and it rains on their parades of keeping shows in tents, while they paint the skies.. causing more from the mass to look up, and know, that..all is not as it appears, crashing world views, lacking coverage the news fakes on the changing tide…

a splintering society must further bare the brunt of transformation, taking some with it, ones of denomination and separating conscious’ integrity, not part of the gaming going on with vessels and their constructions… being, the longest lunar eclipse, howlings will not suffice, so mental breakdowns will increase causing many to re-evaluate where they stand, and what they will fall for, as shows play out from the few directors casting shadows on belows… further proof, if needed, from those already in the know, raising outcry and wondering why… not enough to change manipulations, but more of the mass will get on board the cries at Deep players, seeing all of the evidence needed to realize, they’re not acting in the wholes’ best interests… captains of obvious, joining the rank and file that’s building esteem…

from a romantic’s view, the heroine shows up at the designated time, to break apart what physicality has and is constructing, shedding light on what’s been building… behind the scenes, previous shadows come to play out in the open, thinking none will catch on to their buildings… the secrets, and hidden agendas have been produced for such a long time that they’ve become part of our environment.. moving and rumbling, the earth shakes foundations and the faint in their faith, believing preachers rather than what lies beneath their wording… keeping some in, throwing some out, if attentive to such ramblings.. always doom and gloom on the horizon, prophesies always come true, dependent upon who’s doing the translating… do they follow the word, or the words transposed by its denomination, denoting belief in what they’re saying, not practicing.. typical parental control, fearful of all outside themselves and what they think we can handle…

shaking foundations and beliefs, systems and structures unnatural to growing in maturity will stunt many, banging their heads against the walls of their creations… it’s okay to believe and have faith, a noble quality lest assuming anothers’ path, as we all have our own, not owning anothers… knowing, that having faith in the belief, brings counsel and security to those with none in themselves.. soon to find out, that proof is in the unfoldment, not in words men made up for others to follow them and their teachings.. follow the source, to a dead-end or opening windows and doors to your insights..

humbled in the sight of transformation, just sittin’ at the dock of the bay.. and wondering what took so long for some to reach realizations.. comfort, in old ways, scenarios and leadings into darkening places make them complacent to others’ understandings, those never believing what’s being handed-out by those with pre-existing conditions.. conditioning others at their expense, sleepers keep walking in it, awakening never sleeps from it… too much history, in their makings, of giving a make-over to earth and its inhabitants.. changing courses that lead followers, following steps of their ancestors, generations leading the courses and closing windows and doors of upward mobility… and finding that the pathfinders are making their own, cursing the findings and their pointers… can’t keep the good down for long, as the past catches the liars stuttering for ways to clear theirs…

the tide is rising for waves of translucent waters, showered on the land and shores of those seeking inspiration from the chaos taking its toll, eroding false divinity to its truism.. lowering the veils, and removing the iron curtains, mens’ obstructions are removed to see paths lit by their sightings.. speaking of which, sightings will increase, as the Deep takes another snapshot to test the waters poured out, bringing out their big guns of reverse engineered crafts.. unleashing havoc, as the Others are returning too, to confuse the work… consider larger pictorials, as why they try, it is a last-ditch effort to keep containment of their loosening grip on reality, and us… too many, on too many paths to keep secrets locked-up, been playing the game too long to notice what is real, and what reality they’ve actually created in their process… Let them wallow in it, as true learning comes within the experience, not a being told what is real, and what will be transpiring…

kudo’s to the bodies of planets, moons and stars aligning in their procession, to Hers, giving us a glimpse of real understanding.. only hoping, that some will not make it a new religion or belief.. floating in the flow, one intuits that some may never learn, or care to understand that All is tied together, to unwind as we begin to see, that the seperaters among us have been at the helm much too long to be trusted any longer.. always planning and scheming ways around nature, and sucking out all that it stores, leaving voids, landmines and waste in place of what has been taken.. from inside us All…

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