Beaty Bullet COFFEE, Murderers

It has come. The division line between what is humanely “right and wrong” is upon us. And I don’t need to admit the necessity of voting out the current mayhem because I have been writing that way for some years now, and frankly I am argued down at every turn, but I am going to state it anyway for my own peace of mind. I have become a tape recorder with the ability to pray and agree with others using Rune Stones. I know it; I know I am no Voice at all. Watch me keep doing what I have been doing for years now. Meaninglessness. I define it and am thankful that my bills are paid.

Voting Democrat is the only way to take a step, whether that be toward huge strides of progress or not, in the direction of fewer COVID-19 black skin death statistics which scream the truth of where this country actually IS concerning White Supremacy.

I support the protesters and I don’t support seeing young people with eyes taken out or chunks of skin removed out of their forehead from a police rubber bullet when they were only peacefully protesting; it was others looting and graffiti marking places in cities across this great land.

Had the justice system worked properly, the protests wouldn’t be here this time. It is a crying shame we need protests to arrest police officers who are perpetrators of murder. But that is what is happening, and we will forget. Do not forget to vote, please….look at yourself in the mirror each morning, and I am not saying you need to hate yourself. I am saying you need to call yourself a murderer if you vote for a Republican in this next election. The Republicans have gone insane in a world where the opportunities for true political progress are glaring at them all every day, and where all skin colors like me have a Voice, nobody listens or cares, and I keep speaking anyway. Have a nice weekend.

I am a white-skinned woman. You do not know my life. Assume nothing and think about America. Pray. Take action. My actions toward what is horrifically happening around me is to be faithful in my details and use my Voice the way that I can; to meditate upon goodness I know in this country, IS this country, three times a day. To smile. To serve those who have denied my spirituality and have no intention of rectifying their wrongdoing in my sacred yet normal soul life history that I am evolving within.

But I can tell the World System of the Western World there are greatest forces united and I’ve given you a sample here in this article of two people, wherever we happen to be in the flesh, who know unified strength is with us in America, and that strength is ever increasing toward the removing of the scourges of injustice, murder and rape from off the backs of the real people in the United States.

#BlackLivesMatter, the racism is rampant with trump in office, and it is plain to see. Agree with those of us who choose to keep speaking truth no matter the news. That is my suggestion.

People around me have tormented my soul to the point that I confessed a lie in my reality yesterday (June 4, 2020). And that lie is I would retire Uncovered No More. He thinks that if he strong arms me to retire it, my entire testimony goes away but I have a little compassion left: he is a baby boomer.

Excuse me Mr. Twinkie, but I happen to know you are Aries like me; and, you are Gen X. I hope you don’t feel used. Then again, since you’ve been at this like me you already know we are always used, always. The difference about me is very well documented by Angelina Jolie in Malificent where my eldest daughter is Aurora but she hasn’t married again.

LOL America doesn’t know what I do. You never did. But I’m the one with a website that isn’t going away and I use what I need to keep my Voice alive. If you complain about it goodbye that day, babe. You know me Streams Ministries International. I’m no different than John Paul Jackson. Dreaming, we are always dreaming awake and asleep. I even give dreams to the people around me, even on Twitter…..

Cool gifting, hey?

IF you don’t dream with me in the night watches, I fix it and send you on a roller coaster of emotions until you get your ass no matter the color off that circus ride and straighten your life up to UNIFICATION

You are not welcome. I do not care if you thank me or not. I’m of that clan, Babe. Get over yourself and live without murdering people in word, deed, or even thought

Look to the Sky and see this birdie fly by lol I’m just kidding
Here is a story about two people in my life which will be written in my little book for no one to see
There are not three Aries here, and something had to be destroyed but not Someone amen

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