In the various studies of how the mind works and how we process information, are various tests that show with varying degrees of precision, which modality people use to process information as their primary channel.
My own tests were producing invariably strange results that went beyond the normal range of what they are supposed to measure. It was only after I understood what this meant, that I could really better understand certain concepts and even events that had occurred to me that remained somewhat “unexplainable” or could even be considered “supernatural”, but that once I understood two things, suddenly all made sense.
The two things were that:
Firstly, my primary mode of processing information is kinaesthetic (touch), and that to a degree that is not considered, or even accounted for, in any test I have seen, and the second part of it is that this ability or level of processing of information actually extends beyond the physical body.
We all have magnetic fields and I believe having a sufficiently sensitive perception of kinaesthetic information means you can perceive information through this field too. There is, in fact, enough scientifically repeatable science to show this is a real phenomenon by the way, and on a personal level, experiences I lived through while working in close protection and even before that as a child as well as many examples in my decades of martial art training, have proven this to me without any doubt remaining.
Lastly, there is also sufficient evidence that this magnetic field may also allow us to receive information from much further afield than most suspect. And once again, there is plenty of clinically observed and tested evidence for this too. A good place to start for this would be Professor Michael Persinger’s video, No More Secrets.
Anyway, my usual digression into what many may assume is some self-glorification, is, also as usual, not that, but rather the presentation of evidence that I have absolute, objective, reason to believe in. I realise of course that this may well look subjective to the reader, but for any regular readers, I think that my dedication to the highest truth I am capable of presenting is clear. I have no problem admitting error when I make it and realise it, and nothing I have said about my experiences can, or has ever been, refuted as untrue.
At any rate, this post is not really about my processing of information by my primary method, which is kinaesthetically (that is, by the sense of touch), interesting as it may be (especially when I consider, as some women I knew in my past pointed out, that I spent a great deal of time punching and kicking other men and being punched and kicked by them in turn).
It is instead, commentary on my second most used sense to process information, which is my sense of hearing, so, really as far as humans are concerned, the processing of words.
Most people use the three senses of touch, hearing and sight to process information, and there are relatively simple ways of determining what their primary, secondary and tertiary senses are for processing the world around them.
Mine, in order, are kinaesthetic (to a degree often not measurable by the tests), hearing (combined with what is sometimes described as audio/digital, which is a kind of formalised logical processing that can be viewed as linked/analogous/close-to internal self-talk) and finally sight.
I found it interesting when I first took these tests over months and years, that sight always was the least important of the senses for me in terms of how I processed the world around me. In a sense, it could be said I have an inbuilt “protection” from being fooled by my “lying eyes”. While hearing, for tonality, sounds and words, is my second most used sense, again, interesting, because the spoken content usually only forms about 7% of what people perceive/use in communication between them. I suspect it’s lower for women or higher for men, but that’s another blog post.
I recall a distinct point in time, talking to a very pretty woman, how the words that were coming out of her mouth were saying one thing, but every other aspect of her that I was processing unconsciously by both that sense of touch —even if we were not touching— and my eyes and what they noticed unconsciously, was telling me the exact opposite.
It was a strange enough and conscious enough experience that I wrote it down later that day.
And some ten or so years later I was able to confirm with the person in question that my non-verbal perception was in fact the correct one, and not her verbal expression. The fact I had written it down and still had that diary made it objectively possible to verify this with certainty.
Words and their meaning have always mattered to me, to the same degree that they tend to matter to little children —now that I have enough of them to notice how precise they are with them— and in general, my expressions in words tend to be autistically accurate.
It is with some interest then, that I noticed long before I was aware of any of these things, that the actual words of a song mattered to me far more than the melody of it. Songs that were popular with large numbers of people would not appeal to me at all, and vice-versa, because of the intrinsic (or perceived) meaning of their lyrics.
For example, the song Brothers in Arms, by dire straits, is one of my top two or three songs ever, maybe the top one, and it is considered somewhat morbid by many people. It certainly has a melancholic quality to it, but for me, its central message is intensely positive. It is saying that even as we literally kill and main each other, in this stupid and broken world, the only thing that makes sense, the only truth, is love.
Similarly, one of the songs both I and my little son since he was a baby like is A Higher Love.
And in the version most familiar to me for the last few years since he was born, you can see why the video might have influenced that.
And even the “original” I was mostly familiar with of Whitney Houston was one I liked a lot too.
As does the little Viking by the way.
We both liked Whitney Houston songs and this one would make him sit and stare in silent awe every time it came on.
Aside a slight streak of appreciation for what might be described as the “exotic” look, which seems to be a genetic trait in the males of my family, and possibly Venetians in general, as we tend to want to explore uncharted lands and certainly have a propensity for becoming very interested in any attractive looking females of said far-away lands, the reality is that most of Houston’s songs had lyrics that could be related to love in general or even gospel music. She was initially presented as a church-going, pristine and innocent christian girl with a great voice.
And for all I know maybe she really was, initially. Her eventual swallowing by the Satanic industry that is music, film, and related activities, may certainly have been the devouring of yet another initially innocent soul.
The point though, is that aside the attractive visuals, it was always the words that ultimately had me enjoying the songs.
And little did I know that the actual original song A Higher Love was by Steve Winwood in 1986.
For some reason, listening to this version with the lyrics visible and only landscapes as background, has an even more powerful effect on me.
Yeah, that little devil symbol in the top left bothers me too, but it doesn’t show in the video.
I know too, why it affects me more deeply.
The “Original” Whitney Houston song from 1990 makes the lyrics be ambiguously about possibly a love that yes may be about God, or from God, but could also be interpreted as the kind of love a woman and a man might share on this Earth.
The Kygo version my son and I saw the most as a full video (endless times) definitely brought the lyrics down to Earth and from the merely possibly Earthly romantic to the definitely Earthly lustful, with a hint of possible romance. The visuals almost entirely obscuring the divine original intent of the real original version of Winwood’s version.
Seeing that video with only the words and landscapes gives a very deep and much more powerful sense of the song.
The original intent of divine love is clear and beautiful, and its undeniable link to our search for it in each other as romantic love is a poignant reminder of our human condition, how weak and fragile and desperate we all are, and one can’t help but feel a tender loving for the misery of the human race while hearing this song.
It’s the kind of feeling of love that hurts.
The same one that I experience from listening to Brothers in Arms.
Part of the reason I am such a misanthrope, is precisely because it is the stupidity, pettiness, weakness, fear, greed, laziness, envy, jealousy, gluttony, and perhaps, above all, cowardice of humanity at large that causes us to live as we do on this planet. That is, oppressed by pedophiles and satanists that have grabbled their way to power by subterfuge, deception, blackmail, and controlling the means of exchange (money), in ways that are meant to enrich them materially while impoverishing us all not just materially, but even worse, spiritually.
Such creatures, should have had their heads lopped off by men of character as soon as they were first discovered to be what they are.
But aside what John C. Wright labelled as the Noble Savage, who at least had a code of conduct or honour (though I assure you it would not be one you would enjoy living under, for they were invariably brutal) the only people who can be said to have ever shown the fortitude, courage and correct violent action more often than not, were Catholic knights.
While Romans, Spartans and Japanese Samurai all have had a history of courage, their rules and codes of conduct were often rather brutal. Catholics were the only warrior class that had chivalry and good conduct towards the weak that was as gentle and humane as it was, brutal though it may appear to us, enfaggotated weaklings of modernity.
If we are ever to free ourselves of the indemoniated critters that currently are controlling the reins of financial, political, media power, and most often force as well, we will need such men again. Men capable of acting for the greater good as is required, without fear and in the full knowledge that their actions will be met with vicious slander, attacks of all kinds and eventually even assassination. And such men should respond and act accordingly.
Words matter. Your word matters. The Word, in case you forgot, is another name for Jesus Christ.
And God is Love.
And as my family motto for at least 800 years states:
Love Conquers All.
Which is not to say sometimes you don’t have to wipe out some demon-infested servants of Satan. But lovingly. And with a prayer over their Hellish carcasses afterwards. Or you know, when you get a chance, because sometimes these flying monkey-imps come in swarms.
Two passengers suspected of carrying the lethal and highly contagious Marburg virus set off alarm at Hamburg’s main train station on Wednesday afternoon.
Emergency crews in full protective gear boarded a train from Frankfurt after a 26-year-old medical student and his girlfriend developed flu-like symptoms on the train. Passengers were evacuated and police closed two tracks at the station for several hours before reopening them.
The Bild tabloid reported that the student had arrived by plane directly from Rwanda, where he’d been in contact with a patient who was later diagnosed as infected with Marburg.
Rwanda, a landlocked country in East Africa, is currently experiencing an outbreak of the deadly virus. According to the country’s health ministry, eight people have died from the virus since last Sunday, while 26 cases have been confirmed.
The Marburg virus causes fever with symptoms including convulsions, bloody vomiting and diarrhea, and has a mortality rate of up to 88 percent, according to the World Health Organization. People become infected through contact with the bodily fluids of infected victims.
The student and his girlfriend were taken to the Eppendorf University Hospital, which specializes in tropical diseases. Their luggage was impounded.
Depending on whether (or more probably, how dangerously) the virus has been weaponised in a lab or is a genuine natural outbreak, this could go from nothingburger to actual Zombie apocalypse in a matter if weeks.
The other alternative, of course, as I personally suspect if I absolutely had to bet on it, is that this is some kind of a test run. Either to test the public reaction, perfect their virus when released in the wild, or it may just be the usual “efficiency and competency” of the globohomos and their pet project just escaped the lab.
In any case, given the possible severity of this thing, it would absolutely result in global lockdowns that would make the COVID excesses look like a joyful summer breeze.
Prepare accordingly if you have not already spent the last 4 years doing so.
I can literally go weeks with about 4 hours sleep even now. About ten years ago I did it for a couple of months or three at a time.
There is impairment and over time it adds up, but if I got 6 hours of decent sleep a night I am considering myself very lucky. I always have been a terrible sleeper unless I am out in the bush like an animal, getting up with the sun and camping out, whatever the weather. Even then, I almost never sleep more than 8 hours unless especially exhausted.
I can definitely go months with only 6 hours sleep. After that I usually do need a day or two of down time, but even then I am not really sleeping more than maybe 8 or ten hours max, but split into different times during the 24 hours, and generally just chilling and vegging out with a TV programme, or a book, or just staring at clouds and contemplating life.
If anyone has decent data sets on this I’d be interested to take a look.
They are very careful to repeat several times that just because genes affect things it is not all written forever in stone (but we all know it’s at the very least permanent graffiti!).
And of course they mention nothing at all about race. Except we already know from other, less publicised studies, that certain ethnicities and races have certain genetics that predispose them to things like violence, short term time preferences, and so on.
No one wants to say these things out loud, because they are a social minefield, of course, but facts are still facts. There are pretty clear general biological difference between the main racial groups, which anyone paying attention knows.
And while I have no problem at all saying and truly believing, every human being has an equal right to life, respect and so on, it is also a fact that certain groups of people, are less likely to extend the same courtesy to me, purely because of the colour of my skin. Or my nationality, culture, eye-colour, or whatever. At which point, well… they then get the same treatment back from me.
And remember: generalisations are still factually valid. I have no problem saying the average Japanese is far more polite than the average Italian. So why do you have a problem admitting the average pet is far less safe around the average Haitian than the average Caucasian American?
Face the ugly truth and smile buddy; c’est la vie!
UPDATE: I have a much better idea that yes, this information is accurate.
I have no idea how accurate any of this is, but if true, the use of nicotine and water solution details from the original paper (in Spanish is fine) would be very welcome if one of you can find it.
I tend to think am fairly certain there is more than some truth to it, because when researching this my desktop spontaneously restarted a few times and it took ages to be able to save a archive of Substack that may be complete nonsense (the reference David Icke) but also has some names and bits that could be interesting to follow up: you can find it here:
More relavntly perhaps is the exhaustive work of The Quinta Columna.
The Quinta Columna is in Spanish mostly but their work as far as i have looked into it has been impeccable and I have verified the various issues concerning 5G and the ability to modify people’s thoughts etc long ago, as I was aware of this technology in the mid 1990s.
Their latest claim is that anaesthetic shots from dentists appear to contain some of this graphene stuff and this has apperently now been confirmed. Good thing my last visit I went for I refused the shots then. And that a solution of distilled water and nicotine appears to heavily degrade the nanotech in them. Similarly, alcohol does too. Delgado explains some of the reasons in more detail, and I found a text on it here.
Here is the relevant extracts:
Remember we were told that alcohol caused the supposed vaccine to lose its efficacy, right? And remember also those studies that were brought out by different countries that talked about nicotine, apparently, having some kind of integration and they were studying it because there was less COVID-19 disease with nicotine, remember that? With smokers there were fewer infections? Well, all this has a scientific basis based on graphene.
Moreover, you see, it happened that COVID-19 patients had inhibition of an enzyme called myeloperoxidase. Right. This means that it is an enzyme that acts as a neutrophil, that is to say, what it supposedly does is to trap and engulf macrophages macrophages (SARS-CoV-2), but it really does it with graphene. Myeloperoxidase is an enzyme that biodegrades graphene.
What are these myeloperoxidase enzyme disruptors?
Well, it is precisely alcohol (ethanol) that degrades graphene. Ethanol biodegrades graphene in the body because it increases myeloperoxidase production. Nicotine increases myeloperoxidase production. Therefore, it also degrades graphene.
That is why these studies were related in terms of this popular disease (COVID-19) caused by the inhalation or inoculation of graphene, by various methods. In other words, we have literally hunted them down.
Graphene has been inhaled not only by those FFP2 masks —which were originally installed and then removed. Graphene, once inhaled, causes bilateral pneumonias. When it is at the neuronal level it causes neurodegeneration or neurodegenerative in general. Why? Because what is done when one measures with a multimeter the people who are magnetized after inoculation, is the graphene, which is looking for magnetocytes —which are neuronal cells that do precisely what they do is thinking—. Thinking is electrical impulses and they generate electromagnetic fields. Magnetocytes are magnetic cells that we have naturally in brain tissue. However, they are now enhanced by the superconductor graphene. Therefore, they receive signals much better and emit signals. Magnetized or vaccinated people (which is the same thing) emit and receive a signal. The objective was to behaviorally control the population.
What is done is to emit frequencies, so that when we have measured with a multimeter —placing the electrodes at the occipital base of the skull—, we observe currents that oscillate between 180 mV, positive and negative in an alternating manner. When alternating currents are made -we are also going to present the study so that you know it-, what is done is to depolarize the cell bioelectrically: the transmembrane potential is altered. What you get is a sweep at the cellular level. That is to say, the phenomenon of cell necrosis and apoptosis appears. The cell commits suicide because it never finds dialectic equilibrium. It is constantly being changed with alternating currents.
This variable electric field is what generates variable electromagnetic fields. That is why the magnet adheres in some areas and repels in others at the same time. Okay, all this based on observation, which is the scientific method and not based on mRNA or protein Spike papers, which is just another tall tale. Get to understand it yourselves.
With this, as I say, all the tissues are broken, first at the neuronal level and then at the tissue level, and this is the consequence of the inoculation of people with memory loss, lack of memory, pronounced Alzheimer’s disease —if they already had it—, loss of memory capacity, loss of ability to think easily, and strange and bizarre behavior: neurodegeneration in general. And that is why a “brain tsunami” of mental delirium, bipolar disorders, abnormal psychological behavioral phenomena, a brain tsunami in July —in the official version caused by the coronavirus that we never had sequenced, evidently due to the global and simultaneous switching on of this 5G technology— is announced for next month. Some will say, “No, the technology is on.” Yes, it is on, but not the emission of frequencies that they are going to send to cause those alternating variable electromagnetic fields. This is what these “smart” people who want to talk so much do not know.
As I say, all this information will be broken down point by point in the nightly live broadcast of La Quinta Columna today, probably the most interesting, since we have been at the forefront of the planet in this investigation, in this track, and we have definitely finished with the plandemia from the point of view of the origin; from the point of view of what is currently happening; and from the point of view of what they intend to do.
He also states that he does not mean for people to start smoking and become alcoholics with this information and that soon, more in depth information and studies will be done.
The weird thing is that I have never been a drinker but since COVID, I have absolutely felt the need to take short sips of wine at the oddest and most random of times. My liver has a disorder by which alcohol generally disagrees with me. All booze with sulphides basically gives me liver ache from as little as a sip, except tequila, because it doesn’t have them. And yet, despite this, I felt the need to drink a quarter glass of wine with the main meal and sometimes take a literal sip in the morning. Weird behaviour I never had before, but I did listen to my body and did it.
This appears to also explain the rather constant inflammation I have kept at bay with my most excellent olive oil, and the general reduced lung capacity or efficiency I have experienced to a degree never before seen in my life.
I shall be experimenting myself and updating you all on the effects.
The olive oil export to the USA is being hampered by some fear by the local oil mill, which I hope to get past, or it may have to be limited to individual orders mailed at the expense and risk of individual buyers, but it would be very expensive as the posting to the USA is no joke and there is the possibility that customs does not let it through, even if theoretically as far as I can tell they should. The situation is easier if you are in Europe or the UK, but I have not given up.
Anyway, I truly hope this helps and I hope coldfury.com and Western Rifle Shooters as well as anyone else with blogs or an online presence will push this information far and wide. Thank you.
Words Matter
In the various studies of how the mind works and how we process information, are various tests that show with varying degrees of precision, which modality people use to process information as their primary channel.
My own tests were producing invariably strange results that went beyond the normal range of what they are supposed to measure. It was only after I understood what this meant, that I could really better understand certain concepts and even events that had occurred to me that remained somewhat “unexplainable” or could even be considered “supernatural”, but that once I understood two things, suddenly all made sense.
The two things were that:
Firstly, my primary mode of processing information is kinaesthetic (touch), and that to a degree that is not considered, or even accounted for, in any test I have seen, and the second part of it is that this ability or level of processing of information actually extends beyond the physical body.
We all have magnetic fields and I believe having a sufficiently sensitive perception of kinaesthetic information means you can perceive information through this field too. There is, in fact, enough scientifically repeatable science to show this is a real phenomenon by the way, and on a personal level, experiences I lived through while working in close protection and even before that as a child as well as many examples in my decades of martial art training, have proven this to me without any doubt remaining.
Lastly, there is also sufficient evidence that this magnetic field may also allow us to receive information from much further afield than most suspect. And once again, there is plenty of clinically observed and tested evidence for this too. A good place to start for this would be Professor Michael Persinger’s video, No More Secrets.
Anyway, my usual digression into what many may assume is some self-glorification, is, also as usual, not that, but rather the presentation of evidence that I have absolute, objective, reason to believe in. I realise of course that this may well look subjective to the reader, but for any regular readers, I think that my dedication to the highest truth I am capable of presenting is clear. I have no problem admitting error when I make it and realise it, and nothing I have said about my experiences can, or has ever been, refuted as untrue.
At any rate, this post is not really about my processing of information by my primary method, which is kinaesthetically (that is, by the sense of touch), interesting as it may be (especially when I consider, as some women I knew in my past pointed out, that I spent a great deal of time punching and kicking other men and being punched and kicked by them in turn).
It is instead, commentary on my second most used sense to process information, which is my sense of hearing, so, really as far as humans are concerned, the processing of words.
Most people use the three senses of touch, hearing and sight to process information, and there are relatively simple ways of determining what their primary, secondary and tertiary senses are for processing the world around them.
Mine, in order, are kinaesthetic (to a degree often not measurable by the tests), hearing (combined with what is sometimes described as audio/digital, which is a kind of formalised logical processing that can be viewed as linked/analogous/close-to internal self-talk) and finally sight.
I found it interesting when I first took these tests over months and years, that sight always was the least important of the senses for me in terms of how I processed the world around me. In a sense, it could be said I have an inbuilt “protection” from being fooled by my “lying eyes”. While hearing, for tonality, sounds and words, is my second most used sense, again, interesting, because the spoken content usually only forms about 7% of what people perceive/use in communication between them. I suspect it’s lower for women or higher for men, but that’s another blog post.
I recall a distinct point in time, talking to a very pretty woman, how the words that were coming out of her mouth were saying one thing, but every other aspect of her that I was processing unconsciously by both that sense of touch —even if we were not touching— and my eyes and what they noticed unconsciously, was telling me the exact opposite.
It was a strange enough and conscious enough experience that I wrote it down later that day.
And some ten or so years later I was able to confirm with the person in question that my non-verbal perception was in fact the correct one, and not her verbal expression. The fact I had written it down and still had that diary made it objectively possible to verify this with certainty.
Words and their meaning have always mattered to me, to the same degree that they tend to matter to little children —now that I have enough of them to notice how precise they are with them— and in general, my expressions in words tend to be autistically accurate.
It is with some interest then, that I noticed long before I was aware of any of these things, that the actual words of a song mattered to me far more than the melody of it. Songs that were popular with large numbers of people would not appeal to me at all, and vice-versa, because of the intrinsic (or perceived) meaning of their lyrics.
For example, the song Brothers in Arms, by dire straits, is one of my top two or three songs ever, maybe the top one, and it is considered somewhat morbid by many people. It certainly has a melancholic quality to it, but for me, its central message is intensely positive. It is saying that even as we literally kill and main each other, in this stupid and broken world, the only thing that makes sense, the only truth, is love.
Similarly, one of the songs both I and my little son since he was a baby like is A Higher Love.
And in the version most familiar to me for the last few years since he was born, you can see why the video might have influenced that.
And even the “original” I was mostly familiar with of Whitney Houston was one I liked a lot too.
As does the little Viking by the way.
We both liked Whitney Houston songs and this one would make him sit and stare in silent awe every time it came on.
Aside a slight streak of appreciation for what might be described as the “exotic” look, which seems to be a genetic trait in the males of my family, and possibly Venetians in general, as we tend to want to explore uncharted lands and certainly have a propensity for becoming very interested in any attractive looking females of said far-away lands, the reality is that most of Houston’s songs had lyrics that could be related to love in general or even gospel music. She was initially presented as a church-going, pristine and innocent christian girl with a great voice.
And for all I know maybe she really was, initially. Her eventual swallowing by the Satanic industry that is music, film, and related activities, may certainly have been the devouring of yet another initially innocent soul.
The point though, is that aside the attractive visuals, it was always the words that ultimately had me enjoying the songs.
And little did I know that the actual original song A Higher Love was by Steve Winwood in 1986.
For some reason, listening to this version with the lyrics visible and only landscapes as background, has an even more powerful effect on me.
Yeah, that little devil symbol in the top left bothers me too, but it doesn’t show in the video.
I know too, why it affects me more deeply.
The “Original” Whitney Houston song from 1990 makes the lyrics be ambiguously about possibly a love that yes may be about God, or from God, but could also be interpreted as the kind of love a woman and a man might share on this Earth.
The Kygo version my son and I saw the most as a full video (endless times) definitely brought the lyrics down to Earth and from the merely possibly Earthly romantic to the definitely Earthly lustful, with a hint of possible romance. The visuals almost entirely obscuring the divine original intent of the real original version of Winwood’s version.
Seeing that video with only the words and landscapes gives a very deep and much more powerful sense of the song.
The original intent of divine love is clear and beautiful, and its undeniable link to our search for it in each other as romantic love is a poignant reminder of our human condition, how weak and fragile and desperate we all are, and one can’t help but feel a tender loving for the misery of the human race while hearing this song.
It’s the kind of feeling of love that hurts.
The same one that I experience from listening to Brothers in Arms.
Part of the reason I am such a misanthrope, is precisely because it is the stupidity, pettiness, weakness, fear, greed, laziness, envy, jealousy, gluttony, and perhaps, above all, cowardice of humanity at large that causes us to live as we do on this planet. That is, oppressed by pedophiles and satanists that have grabbled their way to power by subterfuge, deception, blackmail, and controlling the means of exchange (money), in ways that are meant to enrich them materially while impoverishing us all not just materially, but even worse, spiritually.
Such creatures, should have had their heads lopped off by men of character as soon as they were first discovered to be what they are.
But aside what John C. Wright labelled as the Noble Savage, who at least had a code of conduct or honour (though I assure you it would not be one you would enjoy living under, for they were invariably brutal) the only people who can be said to have ever shown the fortitude, courage and correct violent action more often than not, were Catholic knights.
While Romans, Spartans and Japanese Samurai all have had a history of courage, their rules and codes of conduct were often rather brutal. Catholics were the only warrior class that had chivalry and good conduct towards the weak that was as gentle and humane as it was, brutal though it may appear to us, enfaggotated weaklings of modernity.
If we are ever to free ourselves of the indemoniated critters that currently are controlling the reins of financial, political, media power, and most often force as well, we will need such men again. Men capable of acting for the greater good as is required, without fear and in the full knowledge that their actions will be met with vicious slander, attacks of all kinds and eventually even assassination. And such men should respond and act accordingly.
Words matter. Your word matters. The Word, in case you forgot, is another name for Jesus Christ.
And God is Love.
And as my family motto for at least 800 years states:
Love Conquers All.
Which is not to say sometimes you don’t have to wipe out some demon-infested servants of Satan. But lovingly. And with a prayer over their Hellish carcasses afterwards. Or you know, when you get a chance, because sometimes these flying monkey-imps come in swarms.
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By G | 19 October 2024 | Posted in Actual Science, Brain-Mind Functionality, Catholicism, Christianity, Human Performance, Hypnosis, Increasing Happiness, Medical Science, Relationships, Relationships, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary