Alpha Draconians are aliens. They are Skeksis-like, bird-like, and reptile-like. There are good Alpha Draconians and evil Alpha Draconians. Alpha Draconians are gods.
Good Alpha Draconians, and Carians live in Heaven. Heaven has absolute monarchy, indigenous socialism/primitive communism, and Trotskyism/one world democratic communist government
Evil Alpha Draconians and demons (the clown-like disembodied spirits of UrRu-like, rodent-like, clown-like, human-like Carian human hybrids and Alpha Draconian human hybrids, and Carian animal hybrids and Alpha Draconian human hybrids) live in Hell. Hell has imperialism, Nazism/national socialism, Stalinism, Maoism, Juche, and unfettered capitalism.
Evil Alpha Draconians are the Illuminati. Satan/Sitan/Enki is the evil leader of the Alpha Draconians/Illuminat. You cannot join the Illuminati. You only see them when you’re about to be sacrificed. Evil Alpha Draconians are the fallen angels. Addtionally, evil Alpha Draconians are Aswangs, vampires of Maharlikan/Philippine mythology.
The Alpha Draconians can make themselves look human. Also, they can possess humans. They’re like the aliens/ghouls from ‘They Live,’ the movie/Illuminati predictive programming. The ghouls can make themselves look human because of a signal.
Kinninigan, the word, is used to expose who’s an Alpha Draconian.
God, Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, and Bathala are the same being.
Humans
are the livestock/aquarium animals of the Iluminati/Alpha Draconians. Also, humans are the
livestock/aquarium animals of the Illuminati's minions like fascist corporations and fascist
governments.
Humans
do evil like kill and rape.
The Fallen Angels/Illuminati have made the stinky humans/human livestock/human aquarium animals have evil economic systems like unfettered capitalism, Nazism/national socialism, Stalinism, Maoism, Juche, imperialism, and theocracy.
The stinky
human race/human livestock/human aquarium animals, has an evil economic system, unfettered capitalism.
The
False Idol of Unfettered Capitalism - Truthdig
https://www.truthdig.com/articles/the-false-idol-of-unfettered-capitalism/
Also, the Trotskyists know that Chris Hedges is evil now.
https://www.wsws.org/en/articles/2020/09/07/pepa-s07.html
The Movement for a People’s Party: No program, no principles, no future
Hedges concluded with a demoralized declaration that the fight against fascism was futile and doomed to defeat.
He also called for a vote for the Green Party, a capitalist party
I tried to film the sound or sounds of my friends, coywolves. Or I tried to film the sound or sounds of my friend, coywolf. But unfortunately, I failed to film the sound or sounds.
Good Alpha Draconians and Carians want humans to have good economic systems like indigenous socialism and Trotskyism.
The
stinky humans need good economic systems like indigenous socialism and
Trotskyism.
If humans continue to be evil, then they should go extinct.
The Humber Valley is in Toronto, Ontario, Turtle Island/Canada.
My beautiful friends, animals, remind me of a beautiful quote. I read the quote in the book, Birds Of Toronto: A Guide to their Remarkable World.
A Quote From Robert Bateman
From Thinking Like A Mountain
Penguin Books (2000)
“Over the years, I’ve often spoken about one of the most memorable experiences of my childhood, a golden day, in May, when I was perhaps ten or eleven. That morning-it must have been a Saturday-I ventured down the steep path into the ravine behind our house, one of the many ancient river valleys that provide a tracery of wilderness through Toronto’s urban landscape, the ravine held the first forest that I got to know; from the time I could walk. I explored it and made it my personal domain. As I grew more interested in wildlife, I began to learn about its inhabitants: the resident birds, raccoons, and squirrels, “To my fledging eyes. My ravine seemed impossibly rich and varied/
In my memory, the day dawns sunny, with the promise of unmeasured warmth. As quietly as one of the characters from Ernest Thompson Seton’s “Two Little Savages”-I devoured Seton’s books from a young age-I creep down to my favourite spot, a bower of wild plum blossoms that gives me excellent views of the branches below, already brushed with spring’s first greenery. There I wait, breathing with the rich smells of damp earth and decaying leaves, mixed with plum blossom perfume, and listening to chirp and chatter of local birds-totally at ease in my familiar territory. Time passes without any sense of urgency. The sun rises and the day grows warmer. Then suddenly, as if at some prearranged signal, the migrants come, within the space of less than an hour in that unforgettable morning, I saw legions of migrating warblers, as well as kinglets, a Yellow-bellied Sapsucker and a Ruby-throated hummingbird. It seemed as if every branch of every tree was dripping with birds. If perfect happiness is possible, then this was the da
