11.11.18 we will be unified. Overnight tonight.

Tis the night before christmas...

'Twas the night before the decode and all through the channels
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In the hopes that good ol 17 soon would be there
The men and women were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of bonds cashing out danced in their heads.
Mom in her kerchief and I in my cap
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew with a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave a luster of mid-day to objects below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But an EBS and eight whistle blowers oh dear
With a little old driver so lively and quick
Well I knew in a moment, it must be the one and only
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came
And he whistled and he shouted and he called them by name
"On Trump, on Dan scavino, on lin wood and those miss understood
On kari lake, on Charlie ward, on yuan O 7 and princess diana!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall
Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet to an obstacle mount to the sky
So up to the rooftop the coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of iso tokens and 17 too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing, the pawing of each and every patriot.
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney 17 came with a bound
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of gold he had flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler just op'ning his pack
His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of a pipe, he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly
Oh how you've age and yet are still so jolly
He was chubby and plump, a right old patriot
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings and turned with a jerk
And laying a finger to the side of his nose
And giving a nod up to the blackhawk he rose
He sprang to his companions, and to his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all and to all..goodnight
Goodnight."

I took several pics in a row and the images in the bottom left of the sun look even more like faces a few pics later. June 20 2022

Loose lips sink ships.

We’ve been indoctrinated to believe that if someone is older, they are always wiser, more valuable, worthy or intelligent.

Instead of allowing the children to teach us the way, we taught them our ways. We taught them to create a world of the past instead of the future.


The most advanced races listen to their children. The children have yet to be indoctrinated or enslaved. They know ❤️

Step aside Cabal.

Load up.

Ledger up.

Smarten up.

Step up.

Wake them up 😎

Yes 11/11 is my Start..

But there does seem to be some indicator Eleanor might be right..

I think we would all settle for the start of the Event before the end of 2022 on the Julian Calendar..

It's just knowing it's really coming right?

Another Groundhog Day year 😬