True Confessions of a gardener in a genocide

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Yesterday morning I ran a session in the garden around 2am. Beautiful morning. It was a personal session between me and Universe. I wasn’t alone. Spirits were there and I suspect another alien race. I haven’t written about them. I will. Maybe. They have some unique abilities, gifts, superpowers whatever you want to call it. It is very possible they are connected to a Supernatural force—dialed into the real God. Not the Freemason god that Irving Berlin sang about. When I was done talking, I let the recorder run awhile outside. The WOO was there for the spirits.

As I am leaving to go into the house a male spirit asked me, “What’s your plan?” The plan is Operation Expose Them—Looped X2

It was followed by a voice that seems to say, “We all believe.”

Strange sound followed by a spirit who says, “Mike is in charge of this.”

A female spirit comes in with some good advice for humanity—“FIGHT.”

I T-Marked 31 spirits so far.

I spent the last two days in my garden. I took down two trees and just destroyed the left side of my yard. I love creating more work for myself. I made a new sitting area on my patio. I sat in the chair on the left when I ran my personal session. I’m putting steel legs on the four corners. It will match the garden boxes.

The chairs were plastic junk throw away chairs. I sprayed them a flat Jack Black and saved them for a while.

My main garden box is in bad shape. The four corner posts are rotted out bad. I don’t have enough old crap wood to re-build it, so I wrapped it with a cedar band-aid. Solid now.

Dbanjo has this one area in the grass where he digs. No other place. Maybe there is gold there. Maybe back in the early 1900’s a group of bandits robbed Freid Trumpf’s brothel and buried gold there. Did you know after Donald Trumpf’s grandfather was kicked out of his country he ended up in Seattle. He then bought 40 acres where I live. Now my story doesn’t sound so far-fetched.

Update on my attempts to present my alien disclosure material at Contact in the Desert or anywhere else. Early return looked promising—“I’d be happy to set aside some time to talk.” And then I made a mistake. I showed my hand. My CA hand. Contact ended. I’ll try another alien researcher, investigator, author or leave it and tell Universe to bring the courageous person to me. I’m not asking anyone to believe it just show it to the 8 billion people on earth and let’s debunk it together if we can. If we can’t we have a problem don’t we?

I’m still F-ing with them. Cash back ? Yes please. One penny. Next time I’m going to leave the receipt and the penny for the next customer to find.

I took a senior nap yesterday. In a dream I go over to my neighbor’s house. His name is Greg Allman. He is in a band. I asked him if he’d come over with the band and play a song for my daughter who is on her way over. He asked me her name and I told him Jessica. He then asked me what song I wanted the band to play. I paused an awkward moment and said, “Jessica.” He said, “yes of course.” The band was great.

THE END

Have a great day everyone. My next article is won’t you please lead me down the Christi Noem path.