Mike! I got the C. A. stickers this week. Thank you! I'll find a good visible place to slap those babies! Thank you from the once Great White North. 🙏🏻💖
Historically with eclipses, especially these X cross sets of eclipses, the eclipse itself is not when bad things happen. The pattern would indicate that they are an omen or warning of what is soon coming. I personally never really thought anything would occur yesterday but weeks or months from now are another matter entirely. The time to begin watching is when the historic, double brood of cicadas emerge in May in the same area these eclipses X'd over. I've been watching the predictive programming about these cicadas since 2017. Yesterday was a ritual threshold that had to be crossed for things to get underway. I would still keep my seat belts handy...............
This is telling. But What is it telling? Here I am, believe everything I say??? I need a better hint than the middle finger (that does not know how reel itself back in).
Mike! I got the C. A. stickers this week. Thank you! I'll find a good visible place to slap those babies! Thank you from the once Great White North. 🙏🏻💖
Great Sue.
Yep, we get to live another day . . . aren't gardens illegal in Washington State?
Geez, so many creepy hands to be seen.
Historically with eclipses, especially these X cross sets of eclipses, the eclipse itself is not when bad things happen. The pattern would indicate that they are an omen or warning of what is soon coming. I personally never really thought anything would occur yesterday but weeks or months from now are another matter entirely. The time to begin watching is when the historic, double brood of cicadas emerge in May in the same area these eclipses X'd over. I've been watching the predictive programming about these cicadas since 2017. Yesterday was a ritual threshold that had to be crossed for things to get underway. I would still keep my seat belts handy...............
Makes me wonder if other body parts grow aberrantly....(I'm talking about noses!0 :) :) :)
Demon Face Syndrome conjurs up memories of the 1961 horror movie Mr. Sardonicus.
This is telling. But What is it telling? Here I am, believe everything I say??? I need a better hint than the middle finger (that does not know how reel itself back in).