SHIFTING GEARS

I woke up this morning with the need to walk some steam off. I was still upset about Friday’s upset.

And Genesis 14:23 popped into my thoughts: But Abraham replied to the king of Sodom, “I have raised my hand to the Lord God Most High, Creator of Heaven and Earth – that I will not accept even a thread, or a strap of a sandal, or anything that belongs to you – lest you should say, ‘I have enriched Abram.’” I knew I would be returning the bag of cotton yarn I was ceremoniously (with a great deal of show from carl and ruth) given in April with an attitude that transmitted, “look at us, we are giving this poor widow what we no longer want. God is so proud of us”.

It’s actually comical the way silly people seem to think that they are doing widows a huge favor by clearing their freezers of freezer-burned meats they won’t eat, clearing closets of outdated clothing they won’t wear, and passing out items they are not wanting as they do Spring Cleaning.

I’m not a rich widow – but I’m doing okay, financially: I can buy my own food, clothing, yarns … and I know how to budget for extras like dental appointments, car maintenance, and occasional daytrips out of town. Elohim has favored me with an income that satisfies, and a rationally functioning brain, that helps me with my limited budget.

The bag of cotton yarn has been sitting in the closet because I have no reason to use it … and I’ve been busy with other projects.

Angel Baby Blanket I finished up tonight.

MOD Chevron Seed Stitch Cardigan Finished - Boy; knit. NB

In the wake of Friday’s catty remarks and catty attitude, I cannot in good conscious keep the yarn – and I can cut the strings of sticky indebtedness without a qualm. I could already hear carl and ruth’s pity-me complaints about me, now that I will no longer be attending that fellowship: “ … I don’t know why she’d so upset; we didn’t do anything. And for her to treat us like this after we gave her that big bag of cotton yarn!”

I had been walking the Pacific Way Trail, thinking on that Genesis passage that had been dropped into my thoughts earlier in the morning, and sipping a coffee for about half an hour when my phone rang: Pam was asking me to go walking with her out at Willow Grove – so, I backtracked to the Highlander, picked her up, and walked the Willow Grove Trail.

It was a pleasant walk with pleasant company – laughter lightened the gray, overcast day; my mental gears had been shifted 😉

I saw some cute umbrella-tents set up on the beachfront.

We watched a tugboat push a container upriver.

Tugboat on The Columbia River.

Afterwards, we went back to her house and enjoyed berry flavored smoothies on her front patio. The spotty sunshine played peek-a-boo, but the day was relatively warm anyway, with the elevated humidity: I didn’t need a jacket this morning 😊

My body, spirit, and soul had been rejuvenated, refreshed, and uplifted.

Gears had been shifted 😊

Genesis 14:23 was still pricking my thoughts.

When I got back home, I grabbed the bag of cotton yarn spools out of the closet – labeled it – and placed it in the car to be dropped off for the catty cat; I am not going to be indebted to my tormentor. That’s what she wants … that is how carl and ruth operate: they come on all nice and ‘helpful’, then they start running your life and expecting you to be thankful for their generosity. I don’t need, nor do I want, that kind of attitude in my life!

With {friends} like these two poison pills, you don’t need enemies.

carl is not my husband: he does not get to tell me what to do, how to live, who to associate with, or where to be at any given time during the week. He does not get to have any input into MY life, at all – at any time, on any topic.

ruth is not my blood sister: she does not know anything at all about my personal life (past, present, or future = she was not there 24/7/365); smoking weed with my parents, drinking beer with my parents, playing cards with them – and hiring me as babysitter for her undisciplined brats for a limited time in the 1970’s (of course neither she nor carl “remember” any of this), does not give her license to assume she can speak for me about anything concerning MY life!

These two sanctimonious morons know nothing about me at all, except we lived in the same small river town in the 1970’s.

I have never liked them – I do not consider them friends; they are not even really acquaintances. I had … and I have … as little contact with them as possible. They are so full of themselves, that they are not pleasant people to be around. Neither are their three sons.

So, I will be returning the catty cat’s backhanded {gift}. I refuse to be indebted to them.

I haven’t used any of it.

THE MURDERED INFANT COMES TO THE VIROLOGY LAB; the ivory tower is befouled

~by Jon Rappoport

June 17, 2022

In a groundbreaking article for Children of God For Life, titled “Forsaking God For the Sake of Science,” [1] [1b] Debra Vinnedge outlines how the Rockefeller-Harriman eugenics movement gave rise to the practice of medical abortions for research purposes, including live births during which the infant was murdered and its organs harvested:

“…Abortion wasn’t legal yet; this was 1936. But abortion was most certainly legal and acceptable [to eugenicists] if it meant ending the life of a child who would be born to a ‘feeble-minded’ woman, one who might end up less than perfect or who might have to rely on society to pay for their care.”

And therefore, why not perform abortions for medical research? Behind closed doors, out of view, this was happening in several countries, including the US.

Consider this research report: “Human embryos of two and one-half to five months gestation were obtained from the gynaecological department of the Toronto General Hospital…No macerated specimens were used and in many of the embryos the heart was still beating at the time of receipt in the virus laboratory.”

Here is the citation [2]: Joan C. Thicke, Darline Duncan, William Wood, A. E. Franklin and A. J. Rhodes; Cultivation of Poliomyelitis Virus in Tissue Culture; Growth of the Lansing Strain in Human Embryonic Tissue, Canadian Journal of Medical Science, Vol. 30, pg 231-245. [June 1952]

The authors are certainly describing an infant who was taken from the womb alive, and after cells were harvested, was killed. For research on “growing virus in cell culture.”

Here is another research report that indicates the infant was born alive, its tissues taken, and then killed:

“Embryos of between 12-18 weeks gestation have been utilized. Rarely tissues were obtained from stillborn fetuses, or from premature infants at autopsy…In the experiments 3 sorts of embryonic materials were used: elements of skin, connective tissue, muscle; intestinal tissue; brain tissue…Whenever possible the embryo was removed from the amniotic sac.., transferred to a sterile towel and kept at 5 C until dissected.”

The citation [3]: Thomas H. Weller, John F. Enders, Studies on the Cultivation of Poliomyelitis Viruses in Tissue Culture : I. The Propagation of Poliomyelitis Viruses in Suspended Cell Cultures of Various Human Tissue; Journal of Immunology 1952;69;645-671. [June 1952]

Again, the infant’s tissue was used, in the lab, to “grow virus in cell culture.” The cells were from the infant.

My readers know that, for the past year, I’ve been exposing virologists’ absurd claims that they’re isolating viruses in their labs. [4] [4b] [4c]

In fact, they create soups in dishes, containing toxic drugs and chemicals, monkey cells and human cells, and a mucus sample from a patient. When the cells start dying, they claim this is proof the virus is in the mucus, in the soup, and is deadly.

Of course, this is nonsense, because the toxic drugs and chemicals are perfectly capable of killing the cells; and the cells in the soup are being starved of nutrients, which would also lead to cell-death.

The isolation of viruses is no isolation at all. It’s a fraud.

But it never occurred to me, until now, that some of these human cells in the soup in the lab came from infants, taken from the mother’s womb alive, for harvesting, who were then killed.

This completes a circle of evil.

Of course, out of the virological research fraud and infant murder come THE VACCINES, including the COVID vaccines, which are causing huge numbers of injuries and deaths across the world.

People of faith everywhere must see that declaring a religious exemption from the shots is a DUTY, whether or not the authorities allow the exemption.

The last time I looked, appealing to Pontius Pilate for an exemption didn’t work, and the status of Anthony Fauci is not higher than the Authority to whom, at minimum, four billion people of faith pray.

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SOURCES:

[1] https://cogforlife.org/2012/06/13/forsaking-god-for-science/

[1b] https://cogforlife.org/wp-content/uploads/AbortedFetalCellLines.pdf

[2] https://cdnsciencepub.com/doi/10.1139/cjms52-031

[3] https://cogforlife.org/wp-content/uploads/poliovax1952.pdf

[4] https://blog.nomorefakenews.com/2021/02/26/covid-the-virus-was-never-proven-to-exist-a-statement/

[4b] https://blog.nomorefakenews.com/2021/04/21/isolation-of-sars-cov-2-refuted-in-step-by-step-analysis-of-claim/

[4c] https://blog.nomorefakenews.com/2021/09/20/the-failure-to-prove-the-virus-exists/

REFINEMENT ~SHABBAT SHALOM

Today was an interesting intro to the Shabbat.

There are people who enter your life space to create chaos in it: today was such a day – by the time I left the building and drove off, I was literally shaking. Sometimes it is very, very hard to maintain a Christian mindset and behave maturely: I was sorely tempted this morning to revert back to my 1970’s reactions … and subsequent actions.

‘But for the grace of God!’ was my mental mantra as I drove away.

The videos and pictures will highlight the gist of how the morning unfolded.

My whole life has been a “fight, or flight” scenario; I’ve always been of the mindset, “if it’s worth it, I’ll fight to the death for it”; and I can walk away if it’s a no-win situation. I don’t waste my time in dead-end causes. But this period of my life – this moment, this year – is a {‘be still and know that I am God’} type of unfolding: so, with that knowledge in the forefront of my thoughts in any given situation and circumstance, I can stand aside, and let Him deal with the situations.

I do not see the whole picture. I only see what is in front of me in the moment. God’s purposes are not always in sync with our wants, needs, or desires; so, I tread carefully when dealing with spiritual issues in my life.

I always want to be in God’s Will.

So, we’ll see where this situation goes from tonight – forward. I’m handing the situation to God … and if He hands it back to me, He will also gift me with the discernment and spiritual strength needed to accomplish the goal of His Will 😊

I reached my limit with carl & ruth.

carl and ruth's attitudes are running unchecked.

I do not kiss carl and ruth's feet; that automatically puts me on the outs with them, and they continually go after me, no matter what I say or do.

carl and ruth are in continual comparison marathons – the only time they smile is when they are being praised, coddled, and idolized. If they feel the limelight shifting, they get verbally combative.

I personally, do not understand the fascination with the narcissistic bossy twins!

It's a spiritual warfare thing ... and there is NO spiritual discernment at all, in that particular Body. carl and ruth, who behave like demigods, are single-handedly running people out of that Body - a once thriving Church has dwindled down to a handful. It's sad. It's spiritually criminal. Pardon the burp! I was upset, and that upset my stomach ;-)

Leadership is either not aware, totally bamboozled - or refusing to deal with - the obvious, and overwhelming ... egomania.

Perhaps the self-absorbed talking heads are part of my spiritual 'testing' period; it's not a comfy feeling.

All I know is that every run-in with the antagonistic, argumentative snakes, never ends well. For anyone.

There are some people who bring out the 'fight or flight' in me. From my point of view, fighting it out with these two isn't 'worth it' to me, personally.

One thing to consider, is that the unhappy interactions could be the draining of toxic dross, in this moment of God's refinement in MY life.

But right now, today, I am done dealing with those two energy vampires. Their spiritual attitudes aren't worth my engagement – on any level.

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY

I drove to Naselle this morning – I was missing my friends that way. I stopped at Baker’s Corner to top the tank off in case I needed a full tank to get me back home (I never know when a side-road excursion will take over 😉); I paid 35-cents/gal more than I would have downtown … but I was in a hurry to get to Naselle, so I forked the extra $$ out.

35-cents difference (more) at the Baker's Corner Gas Pumps.

I was glad I had a full tank when I aimed the Highlander north: there was road work all along the route ☹

The first road work crew was doing utility line maneuvers, in Skamokawa.

The second road crew was tearing the highway up from the lower end of the KM Mountain, to midway up the KM.

While I waited for the pilot truck, I gave a listen to the radio (for lack of anything else to do, for 5 minutes of wasting precious gas). The first piece of news I heard this morning was that Mr. Science himself has come down with covid: I would have laughed with satisfied glee, but that would have been mean-spirited. But I did think, “God will not be mocked”, and I think that’s an okay thought 😉

Feckless fauci, for years, has put himself above God … and everyone else … by claiming that he alone “is science”. Small stature fauci, has a little man complex, and used his nasal-twanged-whiney voice to bully his way through 2019, 2020, 2021; and was issuing new mandates as 2022 was being ushered in. The little man is the obamanite darling – more so since he has determined that all peoples except whites do not need to mask up, and will not be forced to get the vaccine (apparently covid only strikes white elitists with a supremacy bent …): in which case, fauci was bound to get ‘it’ since he fits the stereotype perfectly.

Perhaps he is unaware that he is ‘a white elitist’. obamanite devotees shuns mirrors, and create whole new identities with imagined skin tones, imagined genders, and imagined importance 😉

fauci looks like the little smart aleck kid on the Mad Magazine Covers.

fauci preached wearing masks (and quadrupled his own mask-ups when the cameras were rolling, and went bare-faced to fancy elite Suppers). He denied God, and proclaimed his own doctrine as “absolute”. His doctrine was “Listen to me because I know better than God, and more than you: wear masks forever, and get every vaccine I mandate or be ostracized, mocked, ridiculed, and called a domestic terrorist if you defy me. When you attack me in defiance, you are attacking science, itself: I am science.” I’d like to be a fly on his wall to know how he is dealing with the reality that he has finally caught the breath-stealing-virus he helped create and unleash on the world at large – with the help of his scientific pals in the secret warfare lab the US Government has stationed in China.

I’m actually glad he is infected (apparently his “one mask-two mask-three masks … four” mantra did not protect him): now the screaming banshee obamanite demonrats, can no longer claim that the spread of covid is the ‘fault of ignorant white Christians who refuse the masks and vaccine mandates.’ The godless vaccinated minions that have goose-stepped to-, and OD’d on demonrat mandates to mask-up and shoot up with a worthless vaccine based on a veterinarian vaccine for monkeys, IS GETTING SLAMMED WITH covid – and getting monkeypox BECAUSE OF THE VACCINE.

God won’t be mocked.

And, while waiting for the pilot truck to collect and guide us through the latest county roadwork jungle, I gave an ear to another bit of news: that the obamanite demonrats are quickly coming to the realization that fossil fuel is an absolute necessity in American life; nothing runs smoothly without it. Big rigs need diesel to transport merchandise (food, clothing, appliances, ect.) necessary for life sustenance: electric vehicles aren’t going to go the distance required to get this stuff to The People. And people in America are getting real tired of empty stores shelves, real fast. Ships that haul merchandise run on fossil fuel. Windmills being pushed heavily by obamanite demonrats actually operate using fossil fuels. Private jets and airliners that haul pampered political asses from point A to point B … and everywhere in between … run on fossil fuels – you are never going to see an EV airplane. Fossil fuels are here to stay; and the empty-headed DC obamanite parrots are coming to that cold, hard, f.a.c.t.

Reality bites.

If the celebrities, and political hacks want to use EV’s, that is their choice; but that choice should not be forced on the rest of us – we should be able to conduct our lives by our choice, also. And our choice is that America operates by and large by using fossil fuels.

'Green Energy' is a dead duck that won’t even float ...

These harebrained “ideals” are not really feasible for anyone living in the real world! The peter-pan-mentality-obamanite/demonrats live in never-neverland.

Reality won't be denied.

And they are currently being spanked soundly with hefty doses of Reality on all fronts, in the primary Elections. The message being transmitted to the DC talking heads is that Peter Pan is a fictional character, and Never-neverland does not exist.

Their breath is being taken away as The People vote against their rhetoric.

Continual road work ... it never ends.

Tearing the road up, on the KM.

I'll reroute my return trip back home.

The new blacktop patches are already buckling and slipping, on the KM!

Finally, I pulled into the driveway that always welcomes me, in Naselle 😊

It felt so good to be there, again! These ladies know me – some know me from before Bob … some know me after Bob; but they all know me; and I can be myself with them 😉

The friends who don't think I dress "too flashy"; have "too loud a voice!"; who understand my "twisted sense of humor" ...

Gladys Knight, Patti LaBelle, & Dionne Warwick – ’That’s What Friends Are For’ song: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfHAEQR24Zc)

Good strong coffee. Good strong hugs. Good strong convo. Good strong love that takes your breath away. In a good way. I’m so glad I was able to get to Naselle, this morning 😊

Leaving Naselle, I saw gas was posted at $5.89/gal. at Johnson’s One-Stop Shell Station in Naselle: 20-cents more than Baker’s Corner (which is on the out-skirts of Longview, and also 35-cents pricier than Safeway’s gas price, downtown) – I am thankful right now that I didn’t get that country home, I was angling for 😉 at these gas prices, I’d never be able to leave my driveway.

I am thankful Elohim knows what is best for me. His goodness towards me takes my breath away when I consider all the ways he has protected me throughout my life to date 😊

I also noticed, as I passed by Johnson’s, that the chip truck parked there was very recognizable.

Recognition: when you know that you k.n.o.w ...

So, I turned around at the High School … and backtracked for a closer look. YES – it was Bob’s truck! Not Bob’s personally: but the truck he drove for years when he worked for Lemmon’s Trucking.

The truck Bob drove before he retired - the sight of it, took my breath away.

And on the radio, the ‘Take My Breath Away’ song floated through the car on electrified airwaves. It was almost like the memory had been planned – truck and song dove-tailing; it was uncanny.

For 44 years, Bob and I enjoyed a breathless love affair. I miss him.

Berlin – ’Take My Breath Away’ song:

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuaXcbzUd-o)

Other than seeing the Lemmon’s Truck, reliving memories … the rest of the drive home was lowkey. There was a short delay of road work on a short stretch of the Pe Ell, McDonald cutover road while County workers dug out ditches that had been filled with storm debris; this rainy season is raising hell all over three overlapping Counties. There has been months of road crew delays for one thing or another.

Road work, just out of Pe Ell; on the road homeward.

Pe Ell, McDonald Road.

Tonight, was another Jam Session in the country, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself 😊

The music is good, and the friends are fantastic!

And the pungent greenery that made my eyes happy and tickled my nostrils, did not steal my breath: I am still inhaler free.

I was blessed from the beginning of today, to the end of it 😉