The daughters; we have our attics, our hiding places; and we beg Thee to come home. We will keep you safe until they say you cannot be safe on our properties thereby raping our daughters, our sons, and the children of every tribe, how?

The Hiding Place

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Ahh Luvs, we know of the atroCities. Epstein is a monster in Hell still visiting us from the “grave” where is the Sting?

Here among the broken branches of the Lord’s TREES. He weeps still and shows you not–so you will not yet again be dashed upon the shores of the Angelic Tears of Lost Hope I write day in, day never out,

DAY NEVER OUT. There is always daylight somewhere for darkness to be the criminals accomplishing crimes in broad sunlight,

THE I AM HAS, AND ALWAYS ETERNALLY IS NEVER SANCTIONING your wicked ways. NEVER IS NOT LONG ENOUGH.

I walked in the rain again today, and I am exhausted though hope is somehow always restored for me to walk in the gentle drops among cloudy skies; and I rejoice with the flowers, trees, birds, bunnies and bees.

I will sip both lemon balm and peppermint tea today to nourish my aging body.

I walked in the rain today, and I am exhausted though hope is somehow always restored–to walk in the rain today.

I said to My Fathers (pictured above whom I deep study); I said, Come Home My Luvs. Come Home and let me pour you some tea………