What Happened In 1440?

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Nosy AF? Guilty! I like to call myself inquisitive. Naturally I needed to find out what happened 500 years ago being that this was the longest partial lunar eclipse since 1440 and bingo bango I found some information. The first witch hunt to ever take place began in Valais, Switzerland from 1428 through 1447. In 1440 it spread to Fribourg and Neuchatel. Leading to the Protestant Reformation. These trials were the first time witches were accused of maleficium- using supernatural powers to harm others in a pact with the devil. Interestingly enough one third of the witches murdered were women, two thirds were men. This is the only witch hunt where men were the focal point. Until it turned to women thanks to a painting.

1440 is the first time a witch is depicted riding a broomstick in Martin Le Franc’s “Les Champions des Dames” (The Defender Of Ladies) where he condemns heretics and witchcraft, but defends Joan of Arc in 24,000 verses…I know, but what else was there to do back then? Now this is what I’ve been trying to tell everyone, there’s a difference between witches and satanists, the patriarchy and religious fervor have wrongfully intertwined the two.
The Kardashian Jenner West family and Melanie Hamrick are satanist invoking power through deals with the devil, maleficium, until I came through. A witch is of god, of nature, respects the Earth, follows the moon, protects and defends amongst other things. The year 1440 was the first time society got it twisted regarding women. That blood moon turned the wheel for depravity to enshroud the world. This moon reversed it.

A new world order is coming as I’ve said, where karmic justice will be restored. We’re reliving Atlantis. Those who have made their demonic dealings will fall, those who worship profit over people will fall, those who side with hate and oppression will fall. The ways of old are coming to an end for humanity to live on. That is why twin flames have incarnated. It isn’t about feeling like the best soulmates ever, we’re literally here on a divine mission to raise the vibration in order for planet Earth to survive. We’ll return to source and those possessing spiritual gifts will rise to blot out those who are corrupt. That’s why the wheel–of Fortuna — turned with the blood moon. I tried my best to reform a ton of folks, but they’ve made their beds in the crevasses of hell. Oh well. Deuces hoes. Yeah all your friends will be there, but darling you won’t ever see them nor anyone you know or love again. Blessed be. This time you can’t burn us. Did you confuse satanism with witchcraft? Please note these holidays such as Christmas and Thanksgiving are predated, as in before Christianity and such, pagan rituals celebrating the land and community. Knowledge is power. Via: Hajro Photography

Witch On A Broomstick: https://www.history.com/news/why-witches-fly-on-brooms

Eternal Flame By Fernando Gomez

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Wow. Everything really happens for a reason. Lesson learned and excited for this cycle to end. Writing is cathartic, when it’s out of your head and down on paper you can see the patterns. I literally sat here recounting all the relationships in the past few years that’ve taken the SAME overall turns to destruction, out of nowhere. I thank God for looking out for me, synchronizing my life, or I would never have suspected my stepdad. From the psychic who stopped me on the street to tell me he’d lit black candles, to this. There’s just NO WAY the same events happen with different people each and every single time. Same with career, but after recounting childhood in that article how could I be that blind. I mean duh bitch, wake up. Now everything down to last Thanksgiving makes sense.

Without introspection, the need to be a better person by reflecting on my role in repeating toxicity in order to take ownership and accountability, I’d never see it. Just stunned. Good always wins over evil, justice will always be served. Take the most destructive area of your life. Create four columns (see below). Find the pattern, apply the lesson and open to abundance. Via: Trunk Archive & Starseedps

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Focus On Green Flags Too

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Green Means Go.

Being a twin is hard, but until my twin goes from red flags to green ones it’s a no go. Spoiled by my love he wants it without doing his part, he feels entitled. It’s hard for my twin to face their behavior that’s why Mick couldn’t write his autobiography. I hope he can break his toxic patterns, stop trying to make me a throw rug. He’s succeeded being this way, but have you if you can’t face your reflection? Via: Jen Peters

Mick Jagger Is Old And Beautiful

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As you can see from our second text message Mick Jagger is my actual twin flame, not fake like some celebrities (MGK and Megan are attention seekers NOT twins aha). We actually communicate telepathically, we have all the abilities twins have. We’re also here to help the planet, as twins are suppose to do. Once after a fight we astral projected in our dreams. We were shopping in L.A and he looked in the mirror and said “I remember when I didn’t have all these lines on my face, like it was just yesterday.” I messaged him about it the next day, now I see this is a major insecurity he was sharing with me. One that bothers him irl.

I love his old face, every wrinkle, every piece of sagging skin, every fold. To me he looks like my baby, especially when he smiles. He use to write me romantic poems, doing everything to earn my trust. I did everything to push him away, because I’ve been betrayed a lot. Before Mick I hadn’t had a boyfriend in six years, that’s how bad it is. All my life I loved him, even naming my cat after him. He started getting paranoid about me and other men, making stuff up in his head. It’s difficult for me to attach to someone due to fear, once I do I’ll try everything to make it work. But the truth is he became mean to me, convinced I was out to make a fool of him. The only reason I even talk about our relationship publicly is because I had to honor L’wren Scott and expose Melanie.

Mick is beautiful at 78. Age isn’t always a determinant of beauty, Melanie is unattractive disguising it with youth, to con everyone into thinking he’s lucky to have her. If she were beautiful she would have options of other men like me. She would have been a socialite with endorsement deals and a successful career. She has NONE of that, she never will unless she attempts plastic surgery. Mick could have hotter gold diggers, that’s why Melanie, who will be gone soon, used black magic. She’s weird looking, like her sister and father. Even Bianca Jagger at her age radiates beauty, one Melanie will never experience, know, or possess. Please note she deleted every account I called out, further incriminating herself.

After all I’ve done for him I do not know how he can question my loyalty, but look at the ageist society we live in. It leads to pure stupidity. How absurd do you have to be, to think Sir Mick fucking Jagger, legendary rockstar, icon, game changer, socialite of the century, a wealthy man, is lucky to have a Z-list, thin lipped, close together eyed, unshapely head, talentless, murdering, rapist, not even a but her face, uneven nostril, uneven chinned, style handicap, from the sticks, nobody ballerina? While Mick owes me an apology and action, the public owes him one. How dare you? Name someone who gets opportunities due to looks alone? Meanwhile I can’t get people to leave me alone, which is why Mick is paranoid. Via: Stones Free

Atlantis, Athena, Twin Flames

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Okay so let me come clean about what’s going on here, even though I said it before. Long story short, the world is ending couldn’t you tell? The climate changes, natural disasters, COVID, The Trump administration (was going to end the world quicker than you could blink)…because we are reliving Atlantis. Atlantis sank when everyone lost there spirituality, valuing material wealth. It’s been building up for decades, centuries even, but the Kardashian Jenner West clan have accelerated us to a point of Armageddon. They have become the most influential family in the world, due to generations of satanism, Kekel Kardashian was real. All the people who aligned with them are in their coven. I even unfollowed them, because being connected to their energy is alignment.

The Kardashian’s single handedly deteriorated the arts, feminism, business ethics, stand by racism and cultural appropriation and have inspired hundreds of millions of people to value materialism by any means necessary: lie, cheat, steal, forge tax papers, sacrifice, low self-esteem, prostitution, social influencing and plastic surgery…the impact they’ve made to lower the standards and vibrations of the human race is extraordinary. Here’s where I come in. Despite being deemed the lowest caste of society, a black woman, that’s exactly why I am. People will always go where there is power, but will they do the right thing. The way I was treated while secretly dating Mick Jagger was a test of souls. Those who aligned with that family and the Hamrick’s (the biggest perpetrators of black magic) will be joining them in hell. When I say I have to balance the vibration, it’s because there is more evil than good energetically. I have to destroy them, because the demons are all here.

The Kardashian’s aren’t smart, or cool, they’re satanist who use television to glamour people into a following. That’s why they SCRAMBLED for a new deal, after saying they quit, because they make more money on social media. LIES. I’m extremely powerful, it’s fated. The biggest mistake the Illuminati made was allowing them in. The biggest mistake they made was fucking with me, that’s why I took your powers trash and The Met Gala won’t help you get them back, you know why? I have energetic plans for you guys that day.

Mick Jagger is my twin flame, that’s why our relationship is so tumultuous, because we are here to help humanity ascend. However if he doesn’t get his ego in check and shed programmed toxic masculine traits we’re doomed.

Next year is 2022, the code of love. That’s why all this shit is happening. Mick sabotaging Sara’s wedding, a loving sacred ceremony and treating me bad, due to his ego is causing karmic chaos! He booked a hotel room for this day, the passing of beloved Charlie Watts, let me go all the way to Poughkeepsie and used his star power to somehow remove his payment (even though it was days after the 72 hour cancellation). Genc Jakupi was horrible, because he was crazy. Mick is horrible because he’s afraid I’m going to leave him and needs to cure his insecurity.

When people do bad things to me it comes back to them by three. If Mick doesn’t come into union as a twin he’s going to continue to cause chaos energetically. That’s why I keep getting angry with the Jagger’s who keep doing things out of ego. When I get angry things happen, karma happens interacting with me good, or bad. The thing is we’re on a time crunch and this insignificant, now significant day proves it. The universe is making the consequences more dire, because this planet is on limited time. Join me so we can all survive AND LISTEN WHEN I SPEAK, black women save your asses everyday. Stop disrespecting us, research and DO. You have NO idea what I’ve gone through to keep your asses alive.Via: North East Tarot

The Radiant Hour

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Mother says- she hesitated uncertainly- mother says that two souls are sometimes created together and- and in love before they’re born.

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All The Good Things Are True

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I flitted from soul to soul,
Hoping to find the soul that matches mine.

I almost gave up
But kept the faith and followed all of God’s signs.

With this belief I did win,
Finally finding my flame, my twin.

You are my reward and I must say,
I love you more and more everyday.

A Brief History Of Us: Genc Jakupi

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Genc Jakupi always looked out for me, which made the target on my back bigger when he was away. A playboy, or a womanizer, the semantics are up to you. He’s had his fair share of staff members, models, socialites, actresses…So when he treated me special, green-eyed monsters awakened en mass. Women would flock to the restaurant to see me, the girl that suddenly gave him a heart. This was a man who was feared, admired and had a new lady on his arm every single night. Charismatic, intelligent and fun, they literally threw themselves at him. Young, rich and handsome with a full head of hair, it was a no brainer for ovaries.

Eyes locked. “Do not have sex with that hot neighbor.” I told myself, having no idea he was an owner. I found him sitting in one of the booths before open the next day, I had half a mind to tell him service didn’t start until six. For some reason I bowed as a hello, then left him to stare out the window broodingly as it was in his nature to do. Always donning that long black peacoat like Christian Slater in The Heathers.

Valentine’s Day at The Box, he asked me if I was going. I said no. A rule of thumb, don’t eat where you shit, is one I take to heart. Roommates, coworkers, bosses and clients are a big hell no. It gets too convoluted. I try to avoid drama as much as possible, even though my life is a soap opera continuum, says Melinda. The irony. For some reason I trusted him, which was unnerving. How could you trust someone you just met? Everything about him freaked me out, my physical reaction to his physical presence roamed untamed. Butterflies flew from unknown fields in my stomach, as though frightened to flight. My heart bashed my ribcage trying to abandon my chest. Somewhere along the way I believed him to be my twin flame, I sought out the equal and opposite piece of my soul desperately.

Everyone else had, let’s say a different view of him. When he entered a room terror permeated. No one wanted to get on his bad side, a side I’d never seen. He was revered and feared. Apparently the leader of the you’re fired squad. People who would be complete assholes to me would do a 180. Treating me like the queen of fucking everything. I felt safe when he was around.

His parents were my first friends at a hostile work environment (I didn’t know they were his parents then). Agron humored me when I talked to him about karmic cycles, planetary alignment and retrogrades. Turns out he didn’t know a lick of english beyond the basics. We developed our own understanding, able to communicate our way. Those are the most beautiful types of languages. Returning from trips I would hug him, he was missed. Feride his gorgeous, over protective mother was my favorite. She was out for a good time. When I appeared topless in a red sheath on New Year’s Eve, she gasped “You look beautiful.” I was so relieved, my own mother would admonish me for this dress even when wearing a bra. That night I stopped working and danced the night away with her. I should have been fired when I went to sleep in the front booth, but I wasn’t because of Genc.

Jordan Barrett made me feel so disloyal. I wanted to be around him all the time, usually guys try to tame me, but Jordan would let me run wild. I dreamed of him, craved him, he was infectious. How could I turn my back on someone who defended me on numerous occasions? Who took care of me in their own way? I was the only employee to receive paid vacation. But at this point Genc moved to Europe, he wasn’t there, what was I waiting for? We never had a conversation, I never knew what he was up to. Still I waited, hoping not in vain.

There was only one member of his family that irked my soul. No matter how many olive branches I extended, attending his birthdays, trying to be nice to him, he snapped the twigs. Despite popular belief Taurus and Pisces in my experience (from my sister on) have a horrible dynamic. We just don’t mesh. Making it messier was when I blacked out and led him on. Genc was dating Romanian actress Madalina Ghenea, one of the women who came to see me. His brother was wearing his shirt, a long sleeved blue with white polka dots thermal type top. One I always affiliate with Genc from photos. In a drunken stupor Lupe the busser told me I was with his brother and tried to make out with the blonde lady, who turned out to be Dua Lipa’s mother. Ashamed I swore off the bottle for thirty days.

It all ended in a cataclysmic, inevitable shit show. After I left with my karmic justice. He started to keep an eye on me in ways that were invasive. At first I excused his behavior, this was a man who walked over dead bodies in a war torn country, but soon it got dark. The methods in which he kept tabs were toxic and took a toll on my mental well being. So finally after a breakdown I confronted him, calling him out, in hopes that he would realize this isn’t the old country, I am not your property. I’m also not going to throw myself at anyone, women need to remember they should be coming to you. This world has been constructed in favor of the patriarchy, putting women down as inferior, conditioning us to hate ourselves and each other. That’s not my vibe, which infuriates powerful men.

Without Genc I wouldn’t love myself, so I don’t want to paint it one way. This was one of the most crucial relationships of my life. I started taking care of myself, he made life worth living. Still when the milk spoils you have to throw it out (https://sainttwenty.com/2019/08/15/learn-to-let-go/). Via: Guns X Bibles Mag