By Anna Von Reitz
Somehow the word got out that I have a hoarse sore throat today. That part is true, complete with swollen lymph nodes. Thanks everyone on the Coordinator Call for giving me a night off. Any burning questions please send to my regular email with subject line "Coordinator's Call" and I will try my best to get to them.
The geoengineered "storm of the century" was no match for the earnest Christians in Texas and others at other waypoints of the massive Arctic jetstream-fueled storm trajectory. What was intended to be an unobstructive belly punch with all the force of a sledge hammer aimed at the same part of North Carolina that suffered most from Hurricane Helene, got sidetracked, braked, slowed, warmed, and dissipated.
Instead of minus 80 Arctic temperatures flash freezing thousands of small towns and only God knows how many people and animals, the worst temperature reported was minus 26, which is bad enough, but nothing even remotely approaching a true Arctic blast.
Let's get a perspective here --- at minus 80 the water vapor in the air cracks and shatters like glass. You can't breathe it into your lungs without a mask. You would be flash frozen from the inside out and your lungs would bleed out. Anyone exposed to that kind of cold without space age equipment is dead meat.
And that's what certain people wanted to send into the unprepared and unsuspecting heart of America.
It was coming from the west and had to hit Texas first, and don't you know, those faithful folk forced the Jetstream right up and over their State, literally forcing it to curve upward and shoving it far North, breaking its strength so that it didn't make any substantial landfall in Texas at all. Good work, Texas! Your faith saved you from a truly nasty experience and saved everyone else, too, because you blocked the punch and scattered the whole driving force of the storm.
This is a power that we all have that we have never been taught, to be able to quiet and redirect storms, call the winds, and moderate weather. This is a mind-heart function -- one among many -- and it is just a matter of learning and practicing and ultimately, working together. This first exercise was a bit rough.
We weren't all focused on any particular temperature range, except "warmer" so, warmer it was, by a comfortable lot --- but that then caused ice storms in some areas. Next time we will all just picture a gentle snowfall suitable for making snowmen. Or no snow at all.
As you get more adept at doing this, you will be able to pick up one end or edge of the storm and move it out to sea or over an unpopulated mountain range. Now that we have remembered that we have this ability and are exercising it, they will be a lot more circumspect.
We will need volunteer weather (rat) watchers to keep an eye on developing major storm fronts and earthquake swarms and volcanic activity. If we work together we can quiet all these phenomena, too.
I know some of you noticed how many of the mainstream weathermen were oddly joyous about the prospect of a devastating winter storm of unprecedented strength, guaranteed to strand and injure and kill all sorts of unwary people across many states.
I know some of you noticed that western North Carolina was being targeted again, first from the East and next from the west, once in the summer, once in the winter. I know some of you thought -- what's up with that? Why North Carolina?
Because North Carolina has some of the richest and easiest to mine mineral riches in The United States. THEY want to depopulate North Carolina using these unnatural disasters so that the big mining companies can move in and buy up the land and the mineral rights for pennies, and rip and pillage the land with no pesky local "concerns" or private landowners to deal with.
Send their ill-intent and greed right back to them. Imagine the mining companies leering over maps of the North Carolina Hill Country. Imagine the people of western North Carolina, Appalachia, poorest of the poor, clinging to their beautiful impossibly rugged land, generations of people used to bare feet in the summer and clothes made out of hand-me-downs and drapes from the Goodwill stores.
Imagine those arrogant, smug, high tech, richer than Midas mining corporation executives bent on cheating these poor people out of the only thing they've got, the only thing they love besides each other and their animals? Their land. And the riches beneath their feet.
Imagine those Fat Cats hiring DARPA and invasive tech contractors to geoengineer Hurricane Helene and hurl it with unnatural fury at Asheville, North Carolina, and the Hill Country just beyond. Imagine them thinking that we won't see them or know what's going on? Won't even suspect that all this violent horrific "weather" is anything but "natural"? Maybe even mistake it for the result of "climate change".
Let's make them think again.
Let's visualize their greed and nastiness as "sticky fingers", long, thin, clutching fingers with claw-like fingernails, all covered in a thick coating of greenish-black glue that they are using to glom onto everything in sight, yes, using this slime to cover over entire towns, drowning people and animals in their gunk, destroying homes and businesses, laying waste to everything so they can buy the land and mineral rights for a song....
And now, bring your mind and your heart together deep in the center of your being, and imagine breaking those sticky fingers, breaking their goo-covered hands, and shoving the whole nasty mess straight up against their faces and wiping it all down the front of their perfect designer suits and silk ties.
Not so smart and perky now, are they? They are looking scared and staring at the goo and their ruined hands and they are so stunned -- they just can't believe this is happening to them, instead of some Hillbilly hick from Coots Corner, North Carolina.
You aren't doing anything wrong here, you are just sending back what they sent to you; it was their intent to cripple and poison and break the people of North Carolina for fun and profit. Reflect that back to them, like a mirror, so that they get to see it and feel it and taste it --- and most of all, learn from it.
They've been living in their chrome and glass office buildings and been hypnotized in front of their computer screens for so long that they have totally lost touch with the actual world. They sat in air conditioned comfort and watched the film footage rolling in from Hurricane Helene and to them, it was just another movie. They felt nothing at all for the widows and the orphans. They didn't smell the rotting flesh barely buried in brush piles.
They congratulated themselves on the "success" of their plan. They evaluated all the things that didn't work out quite as anticipated. They rated the subcontractors, like FEMA, that they hired. They identified politicians who stood up for the people and targeted them for removal in the next elections. All that suffering, all that destruction, was just business for them.
This planned winter storm would have been more of the same, and maybe a little worse in terms of death tolls --- except that Yeshuah reminded you of who you truly are.
Keep on remembering.
Keep a-goin; imagine that you have a whole flood of this noxious thick greenish-black glue in a fire hose, and you just walk into the Project Manager's Office at DARPA and let loose. I mean, grab a friend and take hold of that hose end and let it buck. You flood his office with the gunk. You leave him and his desk and all his paperwork floating in it, and shut the door.
And all his fancy-dancy armed defense and deterrent drones? All their little camera eyes see is the thick film of glue flowing over them as they are caught in mid-air by the spewing goo, and thrown against the wall like so many flies on a fly strip.
When you walk back out of the building all the soldiers are standing around checking the time of day. A few give you a shifty-eyed glance like, "Whoa, man...." but it's clear they aren't messing with you or offering any defense for the glue encrusted slob who masterminded and unleashed Hurricane Helene.
There's some things that we are all 100% agreed upon. No big discussion needed. We just follow the energy trace back to the source and blow it away. No waiting for yesterday.
All those boys on Wall Street and kicking rubber at the Pentagon don't really have a clue what "Spiritual Warfare" is, but now you are getting a glimpse. You don't even have to leave your rocking chair.
No need to buy a gun.
All those criminals in Washington, those actors on the stage, ramming through one damning piece of legislation after another, faster than they can pretend to read their "Acts", they are looking at each other in confusion and dismay.
They have the sudden feeling that a Jinn the size of the capitol building just picked them up and smacked them down; they've got the broken ribs to prove it, but who? But where? But how? Forget January 6th, Bubba.
The Sons of the True God just remembered who they are.
Even if you felt silly standing there in your kitchen, your closet, your bedroom, pushing back the Arctic Jetstream with nothing but your mind and heart, oh, and 33 trillion volts of compressed energy--- you did it, and now you know that it worked.
Yeshuah told you this day would come. He said you'd do greater miracles. And you will. You have already begun.
So, I just have just one thing to ask you kids -- do you feel feisty?
Are you once-and- for-all-time done with evil? Been there? Done that?
Well, then, Buttercups, time to open up the storm drains and open up your minds and open up your hands to do your will upon the Earth.
It's time to put down the Unholy Roman Empire like the dirty, dying, rabid dog it is and has chosen to become.
It's time to flush the tainted air and evil spirits out of Oxford and Cambridge, Harvard and Stanford, and every other college and university you can think of.
It's time to banish the diseases and ill-will foisted off on the innocent people of this planet.
Time to end the rule of the Necromancers in black robes who have come to murder and steal for their Master. Let them no longer be remembered.
Visit the righteousness of the True God on Scotland, the other epicenter for all of this misery and greed and spite: finally put an end to the White Worm eating its slow way into the breast of Mt. Snowden; flush the Monsters out of Glamis Castle, too; vaporize them in the morning light.
Let us be away before break of day and deep into the night, letting our consciousness rove and detect every last lie, every note that doesn't ring true, every faintest trace of Old Shemyaza and his baneful crew.
Let it be so.
Granna
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