I am an older gentleman now in retirement. I have paid my dues to the thieves in suits and hope that I can survive my remaining years while retaining whatever human(e)ity I have left. I don't take vaccines or meds and have not seen a Doctor in over 20 years and surprise, surprise, I am still very much alive and kicking.
I'm just an old country boy. I try to avoid town as much as possible. Directions to my house include "turn off the dirt road, and it's another half mile up the driveway".
I know that I am a broken vessel. I’m not sure how I got here or what my role is in this bizarre spectacle. But, I’m doing the best that I can with what the gods have given me to work with. Some of them seem to be against me. Some lend a hand from time to time. They all know that I don’t want to play the game, I want to move freely within it, as they do. And I will.
Meine ehre heißt treue
Blut und Boden
I talk to angels and animals: facts! I have lucid dreams of the 144,000 celestial forces that align with the 144,000 genomes in the blood. The tarot is used in secret to build the ladder to the Tree of Life, leading to the Holy Guardian Angel. My goal is to have twelve decks for each gate which deepens the level of opening up these forces. Then I just got into building everything with music and animation, which is more germane to the dreams. We shall see, the city of heaven will be revealed with my every waking, when not farming, breath.