WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO LOVE?

I ask the question eternally under the Throne and SHEISTORY CATHERINE, KATHERINE, CARA, TARA, bleed inside the temples across all of purity’s existence because WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO LOVE?

Where are the candles, the incense, the smiles of children as Mother brushes hair and helps them dress up to go into…..into what?

Temples?

Churches?

nay, nay, nay…….I require they dress up and run in the fields free of religion in 2026, My Luv Life which is whole. I require mercy, and not sacrifice, My Father Judah. I require Thee to sing of mercy without rancor, children. I require Thee to remember from whence Thou came, comes, do come later…..remember me? I am Little Sister…..

Always too late

I said, I said I am always too late. But the least I can do is invite Martin Luther & Family to meet Charles Guignebert and we shall write the important phrases.

We shall hold the blank rune of Obsidian with the Eagle of Metal and the Rock of Little Sisters who clasp them in their palms while they walk too far, while they sweat with no tears left to cry.

While another one is choked, raped, and dies…..and dies……and dies.

REMOVE THE WICKED FROM OFF THE EARTH I SCREAM

REMOVE THE WICKED FROM OFF THE EARTH I WHISPER.

Tears fall, rain washes my cares away, and they still do deeds of murder and rape upon children, upon women, upon men, and upon Those of the Under Throne worlds of Love: all sexualities are here; all non-sexualities are here.

I AM LOOKING, I AM SEARCHING FOR MARTIN LUTHER, JESUS. I AM SEARCHING FOR HIM. WHERE OH WHERE CAN HE BE?

where oh where is he? Where is reason among the prophets of GOD Isaiah, Jeremiah, Nehemiah, and The Christ? Where is the reason to be REASON AMONG THE DEAD? AMONG THE LIVING?

where is justice.

I call in the streets. I call in the Heat of Day and the Dark of Midnight…..

where is justice

WHERE IS JUSTICE

WHERE IS JUSTICE

WHY CANNOT JUSTICE REIGN ACROSS THE effing world system, why? WHY? WHY?

A mysterious obsidian rune resting on a stone altar surrounded by melted candles and drifting incense smoke. Dim, flickering candlelight illuminates the dark surface, creating a sacred yet somber mood inside a shadowed temple interior.

WUNJO is Joy and the Letter P which is my brother and first-born son’s first initial of the first name. Joy needs to be restored to childhood, and I hope for a better day for all children worldwide. In these 50 States, there is something going on in the federal government, a bill perhaps introduced, which would give healthcare to all children regardless of socio-economic brackets.

I applaud this endeavor.