Q CLEARENCE
IN Q TEL (black cube)
NRGQ
Q GROUP (NSA)
If the waves could take you under
Would you never go into the sea?
If it stops and makes you wonder
Do you freeze or can you let it be?
Do the lightning, rain and thunder
Leave you waiting for the next regime?
Do you calculate the numbers?
And believe in probability?
Why do they loot art?
Why did ISIS destroy it?
What is the point of "private collectors"
Who owns most of the worlds art?
WHY do elites spend BILLIONS to HIDE art?
17) Jesus said, “I will give you what no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, what no hand has touched, and what has not arisen in the human heart.”
(18) The followers said to Jesus, “Tell us how our end will be.” He said, “Have you discovered the beginning, then, so that you are seeking the end? For where the beginning is, the end will be. Fortunate is the one who stands at the beginning: That one will know the end and will not taste death"
Matthew 5:5
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.
She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Why does one question his own sanity in periods of disarray? For the organized are the insane! A grand puzzle master never starts with a finished image. It takes true skill to find meaning behind fragments. You are the fragments creating the picture that is love. You are the light that shines on the table of truth so the grand constructs of the universe can piece together the complex image that is creation.
Do you understand the secrets of the 9?
Or why Osirus was the black god?
Have you secured the lamp and wand of initiation?
If you are true priest of the temple of Solomon you will speak without fear your words will be powerful in the spiritual kingdom and the breath of god will follow the utterances of your mouth. And the power of the earth and heavens will be obedient to you. There is no where to go outside of the self, in the sympathy of silence within you are the infinite intelligence that is orchestrating all of creation. When was it that we began to stop seeking answers and begin asking questions brother? Know yourself and all that is unknown will be known.
DO OR DO NOT, choice is the definitive.
I hope for all of you to be well. We must each take our own path. Allow yours to be beneficial.
I AM Saint Germain of the Violet Flame.
As are you.
NAMASTE.
Do you believe ?