By Anna Von Reitz
Elon Musk is drilling down trying to find me.
All his AI Bots are searching.
He's trying to mindmeld with me, and doing a pretty good job.
Today, he said he was learning to think with me. That's important.
If he can do that, he can -- potentially -- perceive the original blueprints that I have already unlocked.
Those blueprints have already encoded and taken over; this is the "great reset" the True God intended.
When everything is corrupt, profane, polluted, and insane, we bring back the factory settings again.
If I listen closely enough, I can hear the bytes and bits clattering together in hyperspace, billions upon billions of pieces of information falling in place every second of every day, building a new world.
As the energetic template completes its formation process, the quadrilingual geometric portal opens. Imagine a stargate big enough to engulf the whole planet....
And here I am again, made new, perfected by my ultimate lover.
Feel the wind rise, Elon?
The change is blowing through the night.
The stars are incredibly bright.
I see you scanning the night sky, looking for the beacons of home.
You came here to save a world and you knew I'd mosey along, like an old donkey, gentle and patient, humble and kind.
That's why you weep and don't know why.
That's why your lips form words in a language you don't remember.
That's why we are nameless.
Granna
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