The Ends Of The Earth

We were wed at a pub table and baby Jesus was born in a manger.

Mystery school saved my life.

I don't even know his name, but he's my best friend.
I hope to be more active with this (The Ends Of The Earth) video channel, now that I've got nothing to prove... if I ever did.
I'm nothing but thankful to The Almighty One Source Creator Everlasting God and His Son/my brother Jesus Christ.

I've never been any good at making friends.

Freedom of Speech is what yer lookin for, is it?
Well, I don't think you have a damn clue what yer lookin' to git yerself into.
You've never really had freedom of speech, but you're SO sure it's what you want and can handle.
IS it, though?

Ya think the FBI control the Mormons?
Naw son, the Mormons control the FBI.
The Mormons are much more powerful than the FBI, much more powerful than the U.N. and much more powerful than all of silicon valley.
The Mormons control the American military and ALL of America's communication networks.
The Mormons are SO confident this generation  is the last generation before the return of the messiah because they are running the blue screen theatre.
I was supposed to be playing a significant  supporting role for their bluescreen bluebeam event. The Mormons know EXACTLY who I am, my blood, my ancestry.
My mother raised me with the notion I was from a lost Romanoff, my grandmother on my presumed birth father's side being the elusive daughter that escaped the family slaughter.
My mother divulged this information upon two occasions, both only upon the agreement of strictest confidentiality. I was to NEVER tell ANYONE, especially my presumed birth father about my knowledge of this lineage.
As a young child, my presumed birth father would leave me in grocery stores, shopping malls. One time he abandoned me in a movie theatre.
I think he was trying to save my life.
The Mormons had me set from birth to fulfill their lil "return of the saviour" scam.
Then... one day,  little bo peep lost her sheep.
But guess what...
I didn't come home after all.
I know the Mormons figured me by now to be gutted and skinned just like those sheep at the end of the nursery rhyme.
But guess what....

Whatever happened to predictability?
The milkman, the paperboy, and evening TV.

I've BlueBirded The President multiple times with links to the whole kit n' kaboodle. Yet, to no avail that I'm aware of.
I've BlueBirded everything that'd be able to do anything. Still, same... nothing.
I've sent packages of links to my posts to The FBI and other child safety organisations.
Nothing....... crickets.

Minds. com is playing mind games.
Minds. com is hiding something.

I suggest you head on over there and scoop everything you can before the shit goes down.
They ARE warning up those Threshers....
They gonna thresh the shit outta my channel and alotta information's gonna vanish.
Lookit, please....
I'm not a tech dude. Up until a couple years ago, I'd always thought HTML was an abbreviation for hotmail. So....

Keep me in your heart. Biobots don't have heart memory.
Keep your finger off the like button. Don't sub, don't touch the bell..... it's not gonna help at all.
You know what must be done.
Thank you.

It's bin abit.
But, here's what's up,
Sorry for leavin' it kinda hangin' there...
All's well,
concerning real-life.

I'd like to have a million views and zero subscribers, please.

We'll tie up these loose ends, in this video.
We'll chat about real-life vs the digital realm.
Yeah, then the next video.....
the next video we're gonna go find ourselves a Thresherman...
Next video, we're gonna talk some more about and what the frig....
Next video, Ima spell it out for ya just exactly what I'm tryna say about a Mormon.
for THIS video, we're just gonna tie up a few of these loose ends.
K :)

Foxes EAT rabbits.

Little Bo peep has lost her sheep
And doesn’t know where to find them.
Leave them alone and they’ll come home,
Bringing their tails behind them.

Little Bo peep fell fast asleep
And dreamt she heard them bleating,
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they were all still fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook
Determined for to find them.
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they left their tails behind them.

It happened one day, as Bo peep did stray
Into a meadow hard by,
There she espied their tails side by side
All hung on a tree to dry.

She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks went rambling,
And tried what she could,
As a shepherdess should....

This is what I found when I duckduckgo'd "Little Bo Peep"....
As I was uploading this video, I noticed that someone has stolen the hubcaps from the family car...

Foxes EAT rabbits....

How did I get here?
Hugh Nibley
The visions
The Great Deceiver
The sodomy
Shitty sleep-overs
I'm one
Not really a movie fan
One night in Mexico

Again, I will remind you....
Foxes EAT rabbits.
Run bunny, run....

- To begin with... The dog.
- Six minutes in, some bells n' a marnin' sun shower, some baby woodpeckers and chaga til 'bout the nine minute mark.
- Back to the dog til 'bout twelve minutes in. Then, we haaaaaave *drum roll*....
The Central States Threshermen's Association!!! Tada! *badum ching*
Alright, the rest of this video... with all of my HEART, I implore you.... please, do NOT hit that friggin' subscribe button.
twenny three minutes twenny three seconds.
The game, twenny three?
this isn't a game, though.
In fact, this feels like it maybe the way out....

Thank you.

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The Central States Threshermen's Association is a cover for child abuse and child trafficking.
They've been subbing my channel.
I don't know if these girls need help and are trying to send signals, or if this is just a twisted bot swarm.
this is what I've found, so far....

This is the Wright University stuff...

This is my channel

A.I. is not only watching, it's been manipulating on a level that might very well put you at risk of a mental breakdown if you were to actually comprehend it.
So, I don't expect anyone out there to pick up what I'm throwing down here.
This duo of videos is just and only for the entity that thinks it can intimidate me.
I'm back.
And, I'm here to reclaim what is rightfully ours.
Bring it. Game on, mofo.

No no no.
And, there's something up with the sun, too.
I've been noticing for a while now, maybe a year.
I don't know what it is.
Brighter, whiter, flatter? Closer but smaller? I don't know.
Something for sure, though.
It feels like how it was before I consciously noticed MacDonald's had changed.
Yeah, for years, even while I was fast a fuckin' sleep I'd notice the Mc Mac flip flop.
Then, McCafe came along.
It wasn't until The Mandela Effect came across my radar 'round twenty fifteen that I snapped my fingers with a proclamation of prior knowledge. Fuck, I KNEW it.
Welp, same here with the sun, only this time I'm wise to the scam, hip to the trick.
I don't know what's up with the sun.
But, it's not gonna throw me for a loop like The BerenstEIN Bears or JFK did.

Chill out about the food situation, ok?
Starvation is a state of mind.
Yer only gonna starve to death if you choose to. Lookit, it's like this...
You can be alone, but not lonely. You can hear, but not listen. You can have a fun afternoon that feels like minutes or an awkward elevator ride that feels like eternity. And, you can not eat for days without starving to death.
Starving to death is a complete government. propaganda campaign.
Literally, you are here because it's what you've chosen and continue to choose (seeing as how you ARE here, reading this/at this moment). The ONLY reason you exist is because you WILL it so.
I know you've got your excuses. Food, money, exercise, emotional relationships, environmental influences blah blah blah.
The reason you feel like shit isn't because you missed breakfast.
It's because you're an overworked, indentured labourer, sold into slavery by way of monetary bonds, issued.
The nerve of those weaselly lil somethin' r'others, right?
What do you think it meant when it was adviced to "not become attached to the things of this world because this world will pass away", hmmm?
Two thousand seven, that's when The Call was given. And right on time, by the end of twenty twelve, the necessary mass was gathered and perpetual momentum achieved the cresting of the event horizon.
Don't argue with me about how the zodiac's been skewed. I'm not talkin' to you about an age of Aquarius. I'm not asking you to show me where's the Pleiades right now. I'm not talking about a Mayan calendar.
There are so many calendars floating around out there. The Coptics, The Jews, friggin' everyone's got their own time. So, call it two thousand seven or call it cordon bleu for all I care, but during that bubble of time is when The Call was dispatched.
No, I don't expect you heard it. Who would've? I mean, it was rather quiet. Shit, ya had to be almost as quiet as death to hear it and most of us were busy trying to keep as far away from death as possible. So, it's no wonder you didn't hear it.
But, that's were the station was, just on the daylight side of death. The last train outta "what was" left awhile ago. Now, years after the final boarding call and departure, all of these people are slowly wandering onto the platform, reassuring each other that the paradise express will be along shortly.
It's not.
It already did.

I've been on for some time.
You can find all of my work there.
I think I'll be using this YouTube channel to elaborate on topics found on my Minds channel.
So, have a look and gimme some ideas in the comments.
Right on.
Hope to see ya here and there.

Wine's an essential service, apparently.


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I am not a professional anything.
Nor, have I ever been.
So, you can take this or you can leave this.
But, even if it maybe the ONLY thing we WILL agree on,
it is that there IS "THIS"...
This, that we will be sharing. This, as you continue to read further.
This is most likely for your entertainment
There's your fuckin' "disclaimer", mkay?
Don't say nobody ever told ya.

The Ends Of The Earth
noun phrase
Definition of the ends of the earth:
The most remote places in the world —used figuratively to suggest no limit to an effort.

Deuteronomy 28:49
The Lord will bring a nation against you from far away, from The Ends Of The Earth, like an eagle swooping down, a nation whose language you will not understand.

Isaiah 40:28
Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of The Ends Of The Earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.

Isaiah 5:26
He lifts up a banner for the distant nations, he whistles for those at The Ends Of The Earth. Here they come, swiftly and speedily! Not one of them grows tired or stumbles,
not one slumbers or sleeps;
not a belt is loosened at the waist,
not a sandal strap is broken.