Disclaimer: It is never a good idea to mess with possession or transference, "forms of pulling into one's", or "Trooper, Police or Corrections Blessings".
Diccionario Maya y Nahualt
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“My name is written in the wall under the stairs where your babysitter died.”
“What did you do?”
“I blessed you as an empty vessel for the Holy of Holy's at your auntie Rachel's request.”
“Oh! That's where the special needs babysitter from the Queen City comes in”:
Male Babysitter: “I need to get you to the United States... I will go pack for you!”
Jake had been able to bless the special needs babysitter.
Rachel, of course, denied it one minute.
Asterick would not know who the Holy of Holy's was until 2017, though the prominent presence had gone through any -Ody and any possible -Ody; The Heaven's Gate Cult of Santa Barbara, was extremely excessive in 'boasts of trespassing'.
Moreover, to Asterick himself, that any clergical doppelgangerism that he learned not to be swayed or betrayed, and that any possible negative perceived could easily be a manipulation.
“Still the question came, which it should:”
“Asterick you are not planning to do anything with Jake's blessing are you.”
“No, if its anything I have learned is not to boast trespassing, not to envy or covet. Instead to enjoy my own life and body, as I am no -Ody.”
Then, the next minute she, Rachel, would try again:
“I need that research, you are the body of my boyfriend, your niece is my intended body.”
Though every time it occurred, then it didn't or it changed. The single time there was evidence was several years before in 2012, when the phone call went to cellphone messenger to text:
“Hello it is Mary, Betty, Anne, Diane, give me a call back.”
When his other aunt arrived the babysitter was already struck dead in the street in front of the house:
“Asterick is standing at the top of the stairs.”
“Mary fell out of the bedroom window when the babysitter went to pack.”
“Where is your other sister?”
“Under the stairs.”
“What are you doing?” The aunt said to the younger sister.
“He said to stay under the steps, that something bad was going to happen, but I helped him get one of Mom's books on art... it had a mask of gold with a big smile on it. Then sister was screaming upstairs. Then, he shut the door.”
The sister and he went to check on the older sister. Epsiton looked quite comfortable upstairs. It was a moment later that what had scared the two who were upstairs appeared:
“The man from the dam,
he came so they ran.
He asked why I can,
So I told him a plan...”
Jake before leaving mentioned it was my choice whether I became the vessel of the Holy of Holy's of the Heaven's Gate cult, then looking at the Man from the Dam, "...or not." But, one thing was clear... not to go looking for his dead body, but it was not on this property, only his name.
How many times had the 50% hypothetical, 50% reality had juxtaposed what could have been the advent of the DAF technological advancement that could have turned the planet into the oasis that many people had hoped it ever would. It was a project that not even the FCC would approach, not even vain-glorious determination would have CRTC unveil the Emergency Broadcast System as something not fully realized since the radio broadcast of the “War of the Worlds”.
Pushing on the edge of reality from Canada was one thing within its family, religion and institutional setting, but to even have the conversion running into the states with its family, religion, institutional and fourth dimensional entertainment type of expansion, had lead people to the place where dreams began and dreams died.
Little known to most, the Devil's Gate Dam had for over a century now, witnessed the vain spectacle, it was not rocket science, nor was it the other Santa Barbara extreme that had an -Ody take the science of the “backtalk agent” of the dentist miracle and had feverently pursued its formula, unmaking and remaking that the “contamination sequence” would manifest itself into reality, one by one, overcoming the tactile obstacles of reality as the planet had come to know it.
It was then, that the Rams and Ravens headed out of the Los Angeles area and pursued the echoes of back-talkers across the state. There was much not known at that time about the previous back-talk of the dentist formula, this one had a -Ody cult behind it, and more planned against than any that had been known before.
To be Continued...
Asterick had come up with a variety of theories since the odd frequency began in September of 2016 which culminated into the Raven project, and even more stories since the 2015 November occurance of displaced spirits, time and space... the most logical of these theories revolved around a literary device known as the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms, that there was something wrong with it burgeoned on a tv show cross between "Heritage Moments" and "Creepy Canada". The interaction could only be explained as a solicitation based in the para-legal department known as "boasts of trespassing" for institutional-type stress and pressure transference.
There was much, the world over, that was knowledge, much that could be taken by embarassment and degradation of understanding, but, when it came down to it certain things were not transcribable, not amalgable, not breath-takable, things beyond the realm of God's Breath or earlier accounts of God's breath.
Jaguar Night: "It is not a frequency...it is us."
A female, Pennsylvania: "QuetzalCorp, was it you... who could not wait to take it from me, from my friend, it is gone now, that 'portal thing' of Jaguar Night"."
Concerning the QuetzalCorp Riot Act, where fifty or more people are in agreement, it was made for times of social injustice, where Babylonian, Saudi Arabians, Conclave, Houses of Parliament, Commons, Lords, 'We the Pleeplus" and the like, have such negativities of stress and pressure transference by and via property rights and property laws by and of and via the likenesses of the previous canadian charter of rights and freedoms.
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Many say that LFC, Low Frequency Communication, is a new technology, it is anything but, rather, it has been uncovered from time to time over the long years of many societies. When it came to prostitutes in the London area, they had been a nuisance, but when they had started pushing at the budgets of orphanages and had become a greater complaint amongst public scrutiny, that there was an agreement somewhere, unknown, unseen and unchallenged.
That the low frequency communication could be utilized as a communication was known between various families, religions or institutions, but one day, it made its way to a person we will just call Jack. He had met a nice lady, and he had been more than generous with her, that he took no mind that her time was bought.
After many times of meetings, she had finally announced... she was pregnant, and then after taking a handful of money from her "mate" she ran off into the night, never to return to him with love in his eyes, for the next time he saw her, after thinking she was well and in the country six months pregnant, there she was accross the street, several stores down, in the same situation with another male by a newspaper.
He had been an avid church goer up to then and for him, this was the prostitute of Revelations that he must rid the streets of London of, he knew the words to ask the church to make him a layman, an odd request, though with a bag of coins, the one there was more than happy to oblige to the person who had such a keen and urgent interest.
Within weeks, the newspaper had begun the circulation:
A Witnessing of The Prostitute of Revelations
Though the second set of words were omitted in the recreation by necessity of Property Rights and Property Laws
The strang thing about Seth was his nightmare was too real to begin to explain, it was his life, it was his suffering that subjected him to the hate, remorse, disappointment and afterward subversive planning despite the good things that came, always it seemed to destroy what was going, blessing came and curses went there afterwards or culminated in a cesspool of unexpressed 'try to do...'.
Seth was half-asleep in a too-many-nights drinking fervor that left him in a state of perception that he was chained to a slab of rock in a subterranean space amongst many others of his similar suffering. It was dark, and a small voice came:
"Ignore the voice, it is being modified." It said.
"Who are you?" Seth had asked
"I will release you, but don't help a single other person until I know for sure what is happening here." He continued.
Seth was released from the slab of rock, and made his way with the help of 'the voice' guiding him... it was one of those morning where you never knew how you had lived without the brightness of the morning sunshine.
Seth met a wonderful young woman over the next few days, he lead a happy life, though, the creature appeared to him again and again at his worst... though his girlfriend... after his wife, told him... it was a dream, that it was just his imagination.
Bad times came and went, they divorced, he remarried, when he came upon his previous brother-in-laws website when his planning again came upon him.
It was too good to be true, when him and his new wife began planning...
Last things you wanna hear from QuetzalCorp
10. Hey... maybe the faithful did gather fine kindling and burning wood!
9. I'm leaving the workplace to pursue a romantic interest.
8.Oooh... 1000 souls for the price of a dozen board members!
7. Does anyone else smell that?
6. Oh, that's what tighty whites means.
5. oh that's what a selfie stick is for.
4. "Tempt not a desperate man."
(This is a washroom)
3. "Can you recommend anything?"
2. (toothy smile) "Are those yours?"
1. "I'm important to the space-time continuum!"