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Sunday, May 28, 2017

Spiriruality with Pine Cone: My Brother Earth Family Metaphor

After my Mother buried me alive in a gravel pit, which is, now a huge tarmac truck stop, and she threatened to bash my brains in with a huge rock, when I began to rise up out of my ‘grave’, if I ever told about her sex with me, I knew beyond the Mother shadow of a World-wide doubt, that she really wanted to kill my brother, and me. A year later when I was only 5 years old and she kept having sex with my brother and me, Holy Spirit Acuity deep inside, once again knew this time she got our father to kill us for her, so she could, cleverly escape being blamed.

During that crucial Mother-year, she kept telling our, only Father left on Mother Earth, that we had done things we needed a beating for, when she was the one who trained her jealous mad-man to do her bidding for her. Younger Bobby didn’t know all this, because she made me keep it all very quiet, and this secret, almost got my younger ten year old uninformed brother Bobby killed, later when he went to defend our salacious Mother Pedophile’s rescue. Holy Spirit gave me strength enough in my new wings last night to remember something more, I want to repent now.

My ancient vision took place in our shared bedroom with my brother between an industrial Big Oil site set up in between our parallel twin beds. My Mother was like a Mafia boss that had sent her goon to kill my brother….again, but he didn’t know about her Vatican ISIS assassin ways to divide, and conquer, and I kept this secret just like MAMA(Marine Admiralty Maritime Acts) Vatican/Crown~queen/ DC “Mama-says, and what mama says goes.”

My brother bounced right back with a Bobblehead vengeance to bash him in the nose, just like our Mother’s assassin-fail dead-brother did, and it looked like one of them was going to stop bouncing back into their Pop Corn woman-made War, until one of them turned black, and too burned-popcorn to enjoy any more. Blood was everywhere, all over the bed room, and it was too late to tell my brother my Mother’s secret, so I stopped her from pretending to save my brother, because I was sickened by how ‘she’ always blamed her set up assassinations, more as the Holy Victim, just like our Corporate same MAMA Laws, and all our Feminazionist Mother Earth Hate-victims play we, Bobblehead brothers.

My vision landed me in between those industrial site twin beds again, and when three gang-passer bye byes came by to kill my brother, and I on this Public School-switcheroni, I didn’t have time to tell my brother, so I hit one hard as I could this time right in the throat, just like on TV. Workers were leaving for the Day with tar baby oil faces covering them, and my bare feet were covered in thick oil, just like our Mother’s husband used to slick back his cellar-rat wet black streaking monster-hair.

The assassin was being played as a Mother gang-hood Fool-goon, and everything in our sex-slave metaphor of Mother Earth was coming to a Bobby die-hard head, because some one had to stop sex with us, or all of us were going to 90% Parent/Child Triangulation ISIS Mother-mercenary genocide die. Ten years later when her family assassin, and my young wife were doing it at camp, and that same Mother Mafia leader went in to kill the both of them, they looked more like hungry animals breaking the whole damed Family used-up Mother Mafia ISIS bed.

I went right back outside to butter/spice baste those two BBQ rotisserie chickens, as if nothing was ever going to change how much I am, still afraid my dead Mother will try to bury me alive under that truck stop tarmac, just like our Clinton did to blackmail The J Edgar Justice Mother-puppet, as the FBI’s realer-narcissist MAMA Law originator.

Ascension may mean a Hell of a lot more to me, than most of my un-enlightened Brother Earth Bobble-head metaphors, but mostly my Mother’s secret memory Today is, more to do with Holy Spirit forgiveness of the Whole Planet fight/flight/submit, just like my Bobby-brother never realized who was really in Vatican Valentine charge at the Top, just under the hidden Mafia Tarmac slapper Families that actually eat our babies, all the way down their Mother-victim played ISIS family Brother-chain of dancing scissors Joy bent-over Mother-spent power-over vetted-fools.

More than most, may have to discount My Brother Earth Family Metaphor Today, and that’s OK with me, but Holy Spirit Ascension will tell this secret so gently, that hardly anyone will be able to remember who told this so called 3d isolated toothpick ONENESS Pine tree splintered fable-crazy. Bobby, wherever you are: “I am sorry for, not telling youse about our Mother’s jealous vengeance to kill us, and use us all, to hate each other enough, so we would, never get to tell who was, is, and will be who’s in victim-charge, until Today!!!”

At 4 yrs old our Godless Codependent Malignant Narcissists want to bury us alive, and at 5 she gets her Viagra-assassin to ‘do it’ for her, then at 11 yrs old brothers keep bouncing back to kill her beguiled assassin goon, but during adulthood, Mother hoods, still can’t stop pretending to break the Family bed, so no one gets to tell about her Royalty Loyalty, even if it means living alone with the other elites who, all live above the MAMA Law, as if husbands have no reason to be jealous of our Mother Earth Bobblehead-brother gravel pit best-kept tar baby-secret.

“Thank you ONENESS Spirit Conscience for the absolute surprising first phone call from Twin bed Bobblehead Brother Bobby in over twenty-odd years of separation, and right at the exact moment I typed the period on that supposed-to-be last paragraph. My Clarion call, just now, before is Holy Spirit Miracle working: “Bobby, wherever you are: I am sorry for, not telling youse about our Mother’s jealous vengeance to kill us, and use us all to hate each other enough, so we would, never get to tell who was, is, and will be who’s in victim-charge, until Today!!!”

I Memorial Day made my amends, just now with Bobby to keep the World-wide Military-secret from all my Brother Earth Bobby-Bobbleheads, and I am humbled here in synchronistic Wonder, just how much God Loves each Light ambassador, to shine Delight wherever we suffer separation the most. I notice that whatever anyone Karmic role-reversal suffers must be really awful for us to, actually want to Karmic-kill another, no matter what label we use to justify that much Collective genocidal Consciousness hidden lifetimes resentment. “Mirror Love Mirror in Duality miming World, who’s soul~fair, at all Oversoul~herein, forgotten in many unforgiven Karmic lifetimes Acuity?”

Thank you Holy Spirit Forgiveness-nurturing Light
I admit I needed an extra miracle to Bob-post this 1

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I “Love” to Admit it 11/22/16

I “Love" to admit it, but I have been captivated by the constant Blackmail battering of this Child-sacrificing malevolent World, so that I ‘want’ to surrender to Holy Spirit, by turning within, as a new humble priority. Sex-slavery robbed me of my soul, as a child, yet once I realized everything difficult, that happens enhances my devotion to turn even, more within ONENESS Spirit Conscience forgiveness nurturing, instead.

I fought like Hell to work, very hard for Money to, barely survive, but after a few years of meditation, and forgiveness prayers to Holy Spirit, to do the difficult forgiveness of others, as myself, more money came to me from Spirit, right through other benevolent Sources, than I ever, even knew about, before surrender. I “Love” to admit that Money doesn’t come from hard work, or social-norm Blackmail, but comes from Source, just like everything else, we need to ‘thrive’, instead of, ‘barely survive’ in addiction to this Child-sacrificing malevolent World.

After losing connection to my, own Conscience, I have become a kinder feeling empath, and a constant seeming mistaken threat to others suffering, just like me, before I sat down, closed my eyes, and meditated my suffering ass off. Like kindness comes from within Spirit devotion, so too, does being able to feel again, without letting those ephemeral duties control my reactive behaviors any more. Money, kindness, and feelings come from turning within, to ask for help to forgive all my captors that, still suffer much tortuous regret for forcing me, to do things out of fear, that no Child would, ordinarily want to do.

After annihilation traumas of the lower fourth dimensional ‘murky unkind’, everything outside triggered my reaction to live in the past swamp, ‘as if’, so, as I became more addicted to the outside Illusion of, more fear piled up onto, more traumas, I “Love” to admit that, with a gift of desperation, I became a, very willing candidate to surrender to something else, besides this unholy smelling foul-World of sulfur-predator crap. Now I see, all suffering evidence, as a gift from ONENESS to have compassion, and Mercy for, all who, still haven’t turned within to receive Money out of nowhere, and become a kinder feeling person, instead.

I am more sensitive to Blackmail than I have, ever realized, and even that’s a gift now, because I used to blame myself, ‘as if’, all evil was my fault, but NOTHING can, ever be further from the Truth. I was a beautiful innocent Child, and I, still am, inside, no matter what I used to think, and no matter what constant Blackmail, still wants to make me feel that lost-soul way. Blackmail is a constant battering here in Karmic Hologram miming-mirror Earth Paradigm, and who knew; before I turned within, where enlightening compassion makes me feel like a ‘kind kid’ with pocket treasures full of Sparkling Golden innocent-kaleidoscope perceptions again?

When I surrendered to Holy Spirit, Money was the furthest thing from my new mind of Delight, and I, certainly was convinced, that I would, never become a kinder feeling empath, ever again. Getting old had become a ‘given’, but turning within has made, even gettin-gold a ‘variable’ out of my getting younger now, every time Holy Spirit welcomes me inside, where eternal youth commands, all kinder feeling empathic Mountain Top kindergarteners.

Money, Holy Spirit, my soul, kinder feeling empath, forgiveness, my Conscience, compassion, Mercy, my Inner Child Spirit, eternal youth, the willingness to face outside Blackmail with a new motive to serve, with the, very “Love” that I have to admit, all these Wonderful gifts from within nurturing, that replaces any more outside need for what, best can be defined as needy-ransom soul-selling Blackmail=Burnout.

Inner-Child Spirit Safe-Home, within

author Pine Cone

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