Oneness in the Spirit of Forgiving Light | Pine Cone

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Feminism Earth doubles the tax income for the Satanists, and succeeds in breaking up Families in the name of Motherhood, are the same Cabal, that set, all deadly standards to harvest Human Slaves.

Feminist Demons turn every movie made today into mind-control programming, where a movie title about Asteroids Smashing the Planet is loaded with the Satanic Feminist Political agendas to wreak more tax-money, and family split up motive havoc, as if they don’t, even need World Wars any more.

Gender motives are everywhere, just like Holiday motives work directly against ONENESS in The Spirit of Forgiving Light, so we can look for the many hints of gender hidden in the status quo in, almost every Satanic mind-control ‘split `em up to die alone’ some more where, even the most positive-seeming organization works best to re-direct our innate pleasant possibilities untoward “Whatever the opposite loving Motives can be our set standard replacement” for the Universal Cosmic Light Existence ID ONENESS in The Spirit of Forgiving Light much need-be-healing ONENESS cause.

Go ahead and scan down through, all the happy Satanic faces on female icons Today, and see how successful the Satanists are, so very upside down clever-on-us, inside-us, above-us, and under-us. We can thank the Satanists for making everything we do so, absolutely disappointing and wretched, to enjoy-imagine how this much discerning Awareness works against the Satanic set-standard minions in control.

Satanic creepy crawlies feed on hate, and sorrow by the Billions, so if we turn it around on them and thank them, I understand the vampires would start sizzling on our Awareness Thank You griddle intentions. Who do we think named Earth, anyway? Who invented Holiday mind-control that works, absolutely in Hate, and Sorrow’s best Satanic interest, where the ones who balk the most will, always be the ones, already Minion-ashamed from being had, so bad, that was already planned right out in front of their clevering, not having to police their, own won evil-inventor inventions.

Who plays the victim best, has the most Power-over Politics money, and destroying families, anyway? Imagine how, even this ONENESS in The Spirit of Forgiving Light treatise upsets both the Satanists, and their unaware minions? Did anyone count, all the gender hints yet hidden in the clever smily face Satanic-minion hate/sorrow clever-messages. If your autonomics raised up you can bet, even going to a Feminist Asteroid Smashing movie free-ticket isn’t enough to put anyone, even half-aware back asleep feminist-safe gratified-again.

Identifying any division in a country, and using that motivated evil to spit the country into, all out Proxy War shenanigans, is, no different than identifying gender division, and using that motivated evil to split Families into all out weaponized children Satanic-minion Narcissist Mother Supply. Men, and children suffer Stockholm Syndrome sick-loyal Codependent Hate-addiction to constant female Bully humiliation, and it’s so much fun-power we can’t depend on the Hate Happiest among us, so men and children addicts are the ones we can, really depend on to begin addictive-victim anti-political recovery.

How many ridiculous hints of gender are there anyway? What? No other hints of ONENESS in The Spirit of Forgiving Light yet? Hmmm; then it’s worse than we thought huh? Why I bet Today we can agree that, even the set standard Satanic “Love” is just another female behind-gender caboose boondoggle hinteroonie toot toot mind-control train Asteroid Smashing ‘save the Earth’ Mother-day stopper too?

Can you imagine mind-control to use the compulsive Sex-motives to make better soldiers in Satanic War Bloodlust Horror-harvest? Some, very clever beast forced advanced soldiers to masturbate while watching Cannibals eat some children, knee deep in Milab-adrenalized platelets. These new soldiers could kill like crazy already, but add Sex-motive compunction to the mix and the Satanists have, never been happier, except when the Women’s Lib doubled Tax-money at the same time Mombed families into Jonesing smithereens.

Let’s enjoy a “Q” effect and watch who gets upset worse, yet this is an example of how to work evil motives right back on the same ones who named Earth, and invented a Valentine candy to represent female-hint lover “Love” child mind-control Holiday-sweetness Bitter-addiction to destroy any semblance of ONENESS in The Spirit of Forgiving Light Body-freedom. This is your “Q”! Come on now, reveal your shame, you know it’s your Political-motif social-engineering snob hob-nob gender-flood Mob-job. Show us how to blow up an Asteroid, without, ever leaving the female-lead walk-away role while, still speaking-at Blackmail/Hostage HollyWood hit-and-run in the MSM gender-hint-filled mind-control MK Ultra Christmas Santa-happy Satan-control room.

If the Satanists, already know, even if anyone reveals this truth, they depend on no one ever believing such a preposterous possibility, so how are they doing this morning? Wait a week and listen to echoes bouncing off every Mountain, even if this gets Satanic set-standard censored as, not ex-father/blame feminine Mother-God enough? How can a 500year year old 300 foot Tall Pine tree Angel all, of a sudden appear as, just another a ‘female” Love-angel “Lust-form” Valentine-lightning split, right down the Santa Clause Viagra-middle?

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Illusions Making Fun of Insanity in a Mirror

My sister fell off the turnip truck, and this little piggy ran all the way home. Turnips still will make her crazy, and she forgets all about Love now, so we let her drive the truck, even though her crippled pickle sours fickle sickle. All the kids in our neighborhood can’t remember who their fathers are, and none of ‘em, even try to remember my sister on all their turnip birthday’s.

What difference does it make with any of it, when difference is all we get with Susan Time, and what about all of “It”, when death undead as “It” is all we get with Father time? It’s time to choose between Susan, or Losin ~~~ Time; so bye bye Susan no~love. Stop the clock; I wanna get off, and face the music without Susan tick tock.

“What difference does it make” is not a question, nor a choice of difference make. What fills my sister’s truck ‘turnips’ into what mombs fill all our diapers with, no matter what difference it all makes. Sista, oh sista, won’t you ever forgive us all, for so many pregnancies, and please little sister turnip, make it all forever go away.

Labor Days, go on, and on, through many suffering traumas, play loose in all the hay of continuing ridicule, as just more turnip days. What freedom does a turnip ‘sista’ really have except a slave of sex on one more “Fourth of July Boys” hot firecracker Holiday? October surprise, to scare the prenatal torture out of farm girls, just don’t cut the mustard, even with evil tricks, like more candy girls, just holding still.

On the way to our second turkey turnip Coca Cola colored human sacrifice Christmas Day, oh sista, do surely get excited dressing up for the boys again, just to stop long enough to remember committing genocide on Aboriginals, and then celebrate xenophobia, eating GMO turkey mirrors of ourselves, and calling murder, “Thanksgiving”. Waking up sista with a loud bang “New Years” for drinking grey drool soup with starry eyed mid way night, mocks her dumbed down heart with ‘red’ again pretending lust is love, that keeps falling off the same truck again.

There is no room for sista in the next crazy ‘exorcism in reverse’ because all religions get together on Easter to wake up our celestial mind f*** even more, like what, first happened to my sister on her fateful turnip falling Holiday. All us kids bow down to sister’s, and brother’s day, but neither is either, any better, than just another Mother-worship celebrating children’s unreal bakery, Birthday fakery, eating cakery at us days. Memorial day is for the greys who mock us more than usual sacrifice this turnip truck fulla sista greys, because all we care about is another day off to picnic in our minds a while, more like turnip mirrors do when sister spreads her dancing scissor’s joy.

Poor as church mice on Holiday break, we all enter freedom for the grey’s special day again, while they lob off more of our bobble heads in continual War, that is nothing more than their polished human sacrifice “4th of July boys”, population explosion. The whole year is fulla these traps, but sista always dresses up in her Sunday best, while mothers float around working for the greys, like on Halloween when witches feet don’t even hit the ground. And all this “Susan tick tock” year, all us brothers, still feel sorry for when little sister fell off the turnip truck day, when none of all this human s*** is really anyone’s fault.

None of us breeders are any different than little sista, but we all forgot, that nothing worth a s*** ever filled up our diapers, really, no matter what Holidays try to hide in Susan Time, because all we learn from all this is, that we “Don’t ever wanna make mama mad”, right little sista? Since everything is unreal, then, even little sista, and Mom-like ghost dad’s are all unreal, so the only thing missing in all this crap is the innocence of children, when Susan Time gets her hold on them. Time is for turnips; trucks are for turnips; falling is for all of us, just like my sister, before we all f***** her right into sista-hood fake Holidays, without any more innocence than the greys.

I keep writing my a** off to capture some illusive day, when enough shame leaves me, to make only innocence what I can say, but all the s*** in the World, that really takes the cake, makes it hard not to say, just so my innocence get’s more ridicule by hidden grey Blackmail ways. If that special day, ever comes when I can express what, really comes from an open heart, I bet I will already have flipped into Spirit again, because Spirit, still seems a better way to express innocence, without guilt from fear of what happened to all the shielas, like after Susan Time fell off the ole turnip truck.

There is something, really wrong with Holidays, and it all seems as backwards as a few things we all worship in common, as if it remains a taboo warning from the greys, who still scare the hell outta us enough to, not ever seem to ‘truth or dare’ any real innocence. Eating cows in India rates right up there with Mother hoods, and how about divisiveness like fear, and guilt that dominates us all believing in company borders still worshiping Nationalism? Worshipping the p***, seems to rate at the top for both men, and women, so I can imagine apple pie is just thrown in to hide the loneliest cell division, just plain “Doing It”? What difference does it all make anyway, sista Susan; I mean really?

I tried on an experience of Susan Time by naming Mother Earth, “Father/Mother Earth”, like the sista’s do now with “Mother/Father God”, but it didn’t take long for me to erase this scary idea. Now we have “Mother Earth”, “Mother/Father God”, “Motherf*****” to mean it’s OK for mothers to f*** their children, Male Genocide, Mothers hiding behind children, fatherless “Mother/Father God” children, and a whole population worshipping the p***, while the greys, really own all our sorry a**ess.

Sista’s must, already have denied their Conscience, when they passed right through demonizing divisive gender evil agendas, so something grey must have already gotten imbedded into sheilas, and just the thought of this makes me, even more ashamed of our whole grey human race now. What an awful whack on the head it must have been for Susan, and I don’t, even want the image of what a grey has to stick in sheilas, so I will just end all this divisive bulls*** by holding the more user friendly memory of what Eric Cart*** pulled out of his metaphor, of my own little boy’s S**** Park.