One More Page: Sceptered Secret
Nothing is ever handed to anyone, despite what it looks like. We donât live in a generous world. We live in a deceitful one. Someone else did something to make it appear that something was just handed to someone. Thereâs always a blind spot. Thereâs always someone behind the
scenes. Even when they screw up, they are barely questioned, if at all. Someone was âhandedâ something because they were appealing enough to use for anotherâs agenda. Research âagendaâ carefully & apply it to this tweet.
Be carefully cautious when you meet anyone whoâs overly optimistic about your success when it hasnât even manifested yet, yet alone manufactured. Remember & understand that anyone giving you anything is the hand of God. Nothing more, nothing less. This guilty sod hasnât earned the blessings it wants yet. Thatâs why itâs still wearing the handmaids tale dress. It takes effort & faithfulness to your promises and the truth that you cannot deny that has been presented to you to truly bless a nation, to modify a globe, in the transcendence of wearing a glittering robe, in resistance to the a new piercing on our earlobe.
Even consent is a deadly operation now. We want to know where our freedom went. Donât ask me because youâll wish you hadnât. I donât care about accolades. I donât care about appeasing others by pleasing what they want to hear. Most of them made fun of my elemental ears that donât lay flat against my head decades ago. I donât get that kind of disrespect much anymore. Most people try to flatter me by telling me they look cool. Hey, if thatâs your case, thatâs makeup on another face, but Iâm not a tool & Im nobodyâs fool. If youâre trying to be sly or coy, my empathic vibration will measure it accordingly & anchor your karma to the ground, right in the middle of a poisonous ant mound that was pointless to even check because I married the captain on deck whoâs the owner of the ship youâre trying to sink.
You either didnât realize, didnât know or didnât bother to collect the necessary knowledge that even college canât give you when you gave me a quiet wink so I wouldnât really think that youâre the reason for the treason aboard the abuse that I can hear for miles because I was born to.
Thatâs such a shame for you. Itâs also been five years since we fell out. I apologized a few times. You blocked me a few more and changed your settings because my sincerity pissed you off. Tell your family if they ever call me a leach again they will see sorcery that blocks their bolt locks & penetrates their possessions to do more than reach them & teach them a mortally moral lesson on name calling & placing stigmas on the retina of mental health & disease. Iâm not begging. B*tch please. Iâm in my tank top & leggings about 6 hours from you.
Iâm not the same b*tch I once was. Thereâs an extra, accidental itch to kick your a$$ without ever touching you but still placing the fear of God in you. Your intentions are not pure. Neither are your familyâs. You think I give a f#ck that your step daddyâs former mafia. Mine is one of the former Presidents, which you happen to know & canât influence, which infuriates you more but at one time you & your cousins were the reason I was flat on the floor for trusting a diabetic derby of disaster. I paid for your weed, which should have been my rent & would have been considered my role in such times of need but you wanted more speed than I had to give and thatâs not at all how I want to or will live. You were also told that if you called CPS on me more time, they would press large charges. Now, my family personally works with CPS Light to successfully & safely raise my son. I once called CPS on myself. They told me to get my mental health checked & back on the bookshelf, but not the library. A few copies arenât a big deal for a growing population of bankruptcy but Iâm not cheap & Iâm certainly never free.
Thereâs always a small fee for me. I do things for free publicly & privately constantly. If you donât have my notifications on, turn them on. I donât control the algorithms. My work is worth at least $20 a piece from a professional publishers business standard view point. If you donât have my notifications on, turn them on. I donât control the algorithms. My work is worth at least $20 a piece from a professional publishers business standard view point. I have at least 500 pages of poetry that âall the important peopleâ can sift through widely & swiftly and proudly enough that they love what they see & want to produce just about any product you can and canât think of to promote my work.
Iâve been labeled a female reincarnation & modern day version of Shakespeare, with a darkness of Poe. My friends, my acquired acquaintances, my family & my enemies already know my level. Most of them just canât reach it & wont. The squired novices of the next devil are too tired to fight with me. I wonder why. Iâm too tired to fight with me.
I have a stronger will than any Scorpio or Sagittarius you will ever find. I have those placements in my birth chart too. You gotta be smart to deal with me. I enjoy quick wit that assumes I want to quit immediately. That shows you donât know me well enough or at all.
About 8 years ago, I painted the bathroom wall light baby blue. It was symbolically good enough that it was only slightly edited before it was roughly sold to someone who never intended to live in it but only wished remodel it & maybe rent it. It left a sourly bad impression with me. I grew up there, in that house. I graduated in that house. I brought my baby home to that house. It belongs to my family in retrospect. My dad put all his time effort and loyalty into renovating what he could afford. Some people donât care and never will. God blessed that house but not
Heâs been bringing down the current power that has resided over there for nearly centuries & rebuilding where I will end up touring but never alone. Always a body guard & a boy friend that will eventually be my husband. We donât want threats of gun violence so admins will be strict on who they are permitted to allow in and who gets to wish they had been nicer to me before, during and after high school /during my pregnancy & postpartum depression. They will be forced to admit their cruelty publicly. I will honor those I knew who died young.
They took my place spiritually so I wouldnât lose our collective tongue. They were younger than twenty seven. One of them worked for Pizza Hut & Seven Eleven. They lost 2 children. 1 to death. 1 to custody of the more capably stable parent. I canât find them online, even on their
parents timeline, usually on Facebook because FB is where it all started. Captured ten years of my wasted life & time with my only son I will never get back. The guilty sadness doesnât care if youâre on the right track.
I wish I hadnât moved like I did but I was dying & my living situation was not ideal to healing from abortive anorexia nervosa. I promise I wasnât lying. Iâm tired of being hidden. I want my family back.
I want everyone to get along. I want a happy ending that has no use in defending itself because there is no element of abuse or the misuse of power. Itâs not a myth that these thoughts develop & broaden in the shower but if you arenât careful, they will definitely devour you when they know they only way out is through.
You are very lucky if the only way out isnât through. God has chosen you & given you favor that will simmer by the summer in a powerful, stimulating flavor that enhances your senses to remain as yummy for your tummy as possible. We arenât mummies. We are alive & we are running from the subject of being an objective. Some of us are protected.
I took Mormon vows & I was
baptized 2 years ago on 1/25/22. Itâs not something regularly advertise. Itâs personal & it will remain that way. Only those I trust know the details to this day. Itâs a truthful method to pray. If you are open it, I would suggest memorizing portions of it, like you have with the Bible. Itâs still tribal. Itâs similar to Christianity but the Christians Christ is not the Mormons Christ. Itâs like propelling the religious to pedal faster to stop a robbery before it turns into a feisty, gridded heist.
Before I run out of words, Iâd like to present this medal as a forerunner for what Iâm doing next. Even the people who support & cause the supply & demand for other carriers that try to copy me but canât so they donât & wont, are hidden haters, behind the scenes. Itâs always behind the scenes, even if itâs also acting to my face, your face, our face or on the big screen.
The silence is also always squarely in between the staff and faculty when management gets involved. Unfortunately, the case is never entirely solved.
Iâm a better version of Nancy Drew. Her father is a lawyer. My grandpa was the best homicide detective on the force. He was a married a prolific, prodigious concert pianist he didnât understand, took for granted, cheated on & abandoned because his father may or may not have done all the same things. He was kicked off the force & therefore obligated to learn a well paying trade quickly.
He had more children than he wanted or knew what to do with but back then it was all the mothers responsibility, during a time when memes doesnât exist, were unheard of & would be considered disrespectful. They are by the generation that is still alive & I agree.
He taught my father the tricks & tools of the trade. My father built a reputation for himself as one of the best in trade business in a place everyone knows and admires, holding a bit of reminiscent nostalgia for JFK & Walker, Texas Ranger in the early 60s & 90s.
We could all be strangers but we really arenât. We all know each other in some way from some timeline in some incarnation. Reincarnation is scientifically proven to exist. You canât change my mind on the things my soul interrupts because it knows itâs time find scripts that others donât deserve to read & understand. It was always intended for me to find the mysteries that were, are and will be written in the skies. This isnât the end of time. Itâs the end of an era. The epoch of another one. My personal opinion is that Lotâs wife should have never turned around.
Curiosity is disrespecting our Lord, rather than trusting that he knows better & best. It all comes down to a three year old letter and a bulletin of the bulletproof vest on the officers chest that wanted me 6 months ago into a five minute crisis meeting that went no where but south fast when both women couldnât shut their gossiping mouth. The sheriff had a blast but got scared a little too well when he went through my candles, crystals, books and cards. People are scared of the truth. That was a perfect example. Celebrities endless youth doesnât alarm them but an armed witch does.
I was truly thenicest, humblest bitch they ever had in there but of course they werenât honest like I accidentally was. They planned to charge me with drug trafficking if they could get away with it, among other things. How did the guilty get away with their crimes their paraphernalia became my misdemeanor?
Time doesnât add up. I havenât forgotten my self righteous sister was on the phone while I was trying to convince the officer that I needed my medical cannabis for an eating disorder which was evident by my weight & appearance & that I had no idea it was illegal in that state.
They did not and could not care any less than they did. One of them just wanted to turn me in because of whatever my kidnapper said to him & one of them just wanted to f#ck me but wouldnât risk his career to protect me when I was clearly not okay, so I was stuck in county jail for 20 hours over something Iâm PRESCRIBED. I had the card to prove it and everything so what did this little wanna be witch & jealous b#tch I have for a sister really say and really do? I mean they act like sisters born to separate misters.
Even my own dad wanted me to go all the way To Albany because a flight was cheaper than bail money. I still disagree. The officer said I should press charges because I have no idea what they planned to do. The theft enlarges by each month they withhold my things.
No one in their right mind is ending this by sending them $400 upfront to send all my stuff back to Utah. Theyâll just run away with the money. I may have severe diagnoses that is treated by the radical equation of equality & equivalents to medicine you donât mess with, but Im not stupid. Iâm 7 years older than this idiot.
Thatâs the constant problem with late 90s babies & early 00s babies. They think theyâre us. Yâall donât even know what a cassette tape is, especially if your family had money or was into tech for a profession. Youâve barely heard of a BlackBerry. They were ALL the rage. If you donât know, just turn the page. They were elder smart phones. Business oriented & complicated enough that lots of people just stayed with flip phones until the first touch screens came out. Youâve never heard of dial up & barely heard of 3-4G.
Wifi didnât always exist and it wasnât ever this fast. Speedy delivery in deliberation of the weak & the needy. All the rest goes to the cowards that are greedy. None of yâall will ever last. This is all you know. Itâs such a shame & I have cried for you reluctantly, yet purposefully. Many of yâall have been warned. You didnât or just wonât listen.
Unfortunately thatâs your own fault. Learn to blame yourself when you ignore some sanely good advice. You will pay the price. None of us are exactly sure how much youâll need but you choose to breed with the spawn of satan & that takes delicately deliberate action to undo. My auto correct knows whatâs up. It gave me deli- cent for yâall. Youâre young but youâve heard the call. No one else has to. No one else has to approve of your answer to it either. God will literally manifest in some supernatural way & you will see unblocked bolt locks, filled shelves with miraculous advantage to stock, in precious waves of immortal shock that pulled its socks off to retire for the night. It is forbidden to miss its early morning flight. Am I right?
What gets my ire is when the chosen still mock God & prayer when the gun will misfire to either prove a demanded point or punish the bad vibes that wish they could dismantle our non verbal tribes. They forgot how to bribe the scribe. The scribe hexed the hell out of them for their own sake before they rang the Liberty bell, a sceptered secret they promised not to tell even when Rome fell. They have a few other plotted plights in scented places as well. Please tell me itâs time to go home. I need a toothbrush, a shower, towel, nightgown & a comb. Wet hair is easier to untangle without a brush when Iâm late to see my crush.
I donât want to waste my time downtown when itâs all right here. God is near. All shall become crystal clear within days. Donât forget to praise Him. Even unbelievers pray on an intricately intrusive day that begs to introduce the intrepid of fetal movement. How will we know? Because God signed & sealed that three year old letter in a better way than any of us could ever dream of. That, my friends, is called unconditional love.
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