#harvest

psychmesu@diaspora.glasswings.com

https://mastodon.social/@camelliakyoto/113467607866970157 camelliakyoto@mastodon.social - 🌳PERSIMMONS🐦

the persimmon's astringent-
the crow, too, knows
and passes on
渋柿と烏も知つて通りけり
-Kobayashi Issa (小林一茶), 1820.
Trans. David Lanoue.

It's at this time of year that we begin to harvest what persimmons the crows, birds and other uninvited guests have graciously left us...😩

#persimmons #柿 #haiku #Kyoto #京都 #Japan #autumn #harvest

aga@diasp.org

Kürbis-Zeit überall 🎃
Meine Bekannte hat einen Kürbis-Garten und das ist die kleine, aber bunte Ernte. Meine Kinder haben sich Dekoration für ihre Zimmern vor zwei Wochen schon gekauft. Heute haben wir Kürbisse mit Wasserfarben nur gemalt.
Schönen Tag wünsche ich euch.😉👋

#Kürbis #Dekoration #Ernte #Herbst #meinBild #Wasserfarben #Fotos #meineFotos #mywork #pumpkin #decoration #harvest #autumn #mypicture #watercolours #photos #myphotos

nowisthetime@pod.automat.click

#Nanobots That Release #Toxins And #Harvest #Energy From the #Body
Humans being turned into batteries to fuel digital A.I. prison.
#GREG_REESE
APR 18, 2024
https://open.substack.com/pub/gregre ..utm_medium=web

Transcript
"The 248 page patent for the Moderna technology that was administered to people in the COVID shots was filed in 2020. The patent lists several embodiments, or variations, of this technology. And while we don’t know who got what embodiment, we know that several different batch numbers were deployed. And some were far more deadly than others.

According to the Moderna patent, this technology contains self-assembled nanoparticles. And in certain variations these nanoparticles can be used for the controlled release of compounds once they are in the human body. These lipid nanoparticles are encapsulated into a polymer hydrogel, a controlled release coating that includes polyvinyls. This has been verified by Ana Mihalcea and Clifford Carnicom’s research.

In a 2013 TEDMED talk, Dr. Ido Bachelet says that these nano robots have already been successfully developed in Israel. And that they can be injected into the body with a basic syringe. He shows an image of what they look like, and they appear to be the same structures that the Fifth Column found in their research and claimed was powered by 5G, which was confirmed by Dr. Bachelet.

“My team developed nano-robots that carry antenna. These antenna are made from metal nanoparticles. Now the antenna enable the nanobots to respond to externally applied electromagnetic fields. So these version of nanobots can actually be activated with a press of a button on a joystick.” ~ Dr. Ido Bachelet

In the following video it is being discussed by developers in 2015.

The nano-robot we designed and fabricated is a machine that can be programmed to autonomously recognize target cells and deliver payloads to those cells. ~ Dr. Ido Bachelet So the basic idea is to make a cage or a basket that protects a fragile, or toxic, or precious payload, and only releases it when it's at the right moment. ~ George Church The nano-robot that we designed actually looks like an open ended barrel or a clam-shell that has two halves. So the two halves of this open ended barrel or clam-shell are linked together by flexible DNA hinges, and the entire structure is held shut by latches or locks that are actually DNA double helixes. The way it works is that, in the absence of the key, which is a molecule or protein, the duplexes are held sufficiently strong to maintain the entire structure closed. But when the key is present, that piece of DNA that we designed to recognize that key, switches to bind to that key and the duplex zips open. ~ Dr. Ido Bachelet

The work of Todd Callender’s team at vaxxchoice.com have concluded that these shots contain a variety of synthetic pathogens that can be released with external 5G frequencies. The Moderna patent describes these nanoparticle mimics, which mimic the delivery of a variety of pathogens and lists over a hundred of them within the patent.

And according to the work at vaxxchoice, these synthetic pathogens each have an IP address, they are cataloged by the Department of Energy, and they use Caesium-137, which we have been contaminated with from the environment, as a building block for their construction within our bodies using external frequency. And their research shows that the Microsoft patent filed in 2020, 060606 cryptocurrency system using body activity data, is now in effect and that this technology is turning the human body into an antenna which can output energy. Meaning that humans are being turned into batteries to fuel the digital A.I. prison that is being built around us. And if you choose not to comply, the technology includes a kill switch.

Thanks to many independent researchers and scientists, we are figuring out their agenda. But they continue to walk freely among us, unrestrained by any justice whatsoever."

libramoon@diaspora.glasswings.com

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#Harvest #Moon (revised excerpt from Manifesting Destiny: Pages from Persephone’s Notebook)
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Harvest Moon, too overcast to see your resplendent glory. We’ve been dancing to, if not exactly under you. The weather should be clearer tomorrow night for the full Full Moon effect. Or will another hurricane come up the coast to drown you? Unsettled weather. Unsettling times.
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I mind-see a fantasy, and wonder about the Christ and AntiChrist quoting scriptures, using prophecy to further causes of today. If Christians wonder why I mock them, or more likely take offense (turn that other cheek, guys), how would they feel about castigations of being Satan Worshippers, evil heathens, unbelievers in the One True Church (splintered as it may be). They leave no room for me. I, on the other (left?) hand honor them by taking their creed seriously. There’s room enough in believing for all of us. Why don’t they want to see that? They’ve only been around for a couple thousand years. In the beginning was way before any of us can remember. At the end we all die, onward to whatever afterlife does or does not await us. The Bokononists, in Vonnegut’s “Cat’s Cradle” believed the world ended when they died. Their world did. Of course, their world was a fictional one created by a human author. So like a god, the artist, creator of worlds.
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Don’t worship me! I don’t want the responsibility. Why would a god? Why would a President? What kind of power does it really give them? Well, if we the people and our other representatives aren’t looking, paying attention, expressing our minding, who knows? Maybe it’s not some mythical AntiChrist and Beast as prophecy warned would bring about The End Times. Maybe the threat is much more mundane and RealPolitik. Myth or portent, humanity does need to PAY ATTENTION! We need to understand and believe in our true reality, the world where we live.
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So, dear Goddess, tonight belongs to you, under the Harvest Moon. My intention for supplication to your wisdom will be brought with holy honor. What is the nature of my harvest and my sacrifice? The Vestal Virgins were not physically intact, but free of the domination of any man. Perhaps I am in that sense a virgin as well. Though the bonds of love — but are bonds of love a domination if it is a love between free equals with no expectations, no demands? What am I willing to sacrifice? It’s not like I’ve got much. Maybe I can sacrifice my ignorance, my unfounded fears, my ill-advised temptations, self-imposed limitations. I sacrifice my weakness in the service of my strength. Sounds lovely. The thing with magick — be oh so careful when wishing that you are ready for the consequent reality after tweaking to magick’s demand. Be careful what you will for; it may become your destiny. I am opening myself to destiny, not out of bravery, but necessity. What else have I got? It’s far too late in the game to switch over to a “normal” lifestyle. I have the candles, the incense, the herbs, the wine, the spell. Blessed be, all wise and witchy, and willing to manifest the joy of peaceful plentitude upon our world.
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http://caelastory.blogspot.com/2009/08/manifesting-destiny-pages-from.html
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It is time to reap ecstatic harvest
of moonbeams dancing to dawn
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Come, discover arcane treasure,
magic of my forest’s harvest!
Breathe radiant air of revealed bliss.
Respond to call of tribal chants
no longer silent,
embraced in resonance.
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Layered legend long ripens, tangled,
mired below in brooding traipse through
dust and gloom.
Crafty synaptic flow,
dreamcatching from all hallowed and harrowed,
tasting subtle essence in the bitter grain
of sanctified harvest sacrifice.
Swept into light as destiny,
revealed by labor of cultivation, excavated,
bestowed honoured place
in ritual chorus.
Celebrate
‘round communal table, exultant vibration.
Energies blend, fuse.
Recombinant winds call timeless tunes.
Rhythmic movements re- and un- engage,
ever changing,
never wholly new.
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Loosening from light, long hazy days ebb golden,
move through Sun grown fields and buzzing industry of
bringing in harvest as written in ritual lore.
Cold is still a legend, a remembered song
soon enough we’ll be singing,
huddled into aural lamps for mutual warmth.
Tonight, as twilight melts into familiar
constellations, migrating like flying life,
sweet fruit of harvest still feeds celebration.
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Wizardry of synaptic awareness,
unlikelihood of consciousness,
Dreams, Visions, Reveries,
ineffable insights
too dear to deny.
See, smell, taste
chemical reactions;
hear reverberating air.
Feel through ceremony, festivals,
deities, seeped in ritual,
the glue
of worldview.
There is no limit
but that will assigns.
Strict chants, mannered dance,
keep reality in line.
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Real lives yearn, feel need
for some promised warmth of care,
shared extremities that nurture hope
of shared deliverance, hands and minds
together strong;
surge of survival over uncertain destiny,
return to industry, if we might find that energy.
Realign expectant gaze toward peace, plenty
— planetary necessity.
Eventually to remember as poignant history,
ritual song, reverie
as respite to somber tidal drum
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In these moments
stuck in migrating vibrations,
attached to this Earth,
mired (but not beyond mirth,
cosmic inspiration),
miasmic
throes and woes,
undefined transformation,
laborious birth;
I am dignified, made whole,
giving service to vision.
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Soar o’er awakened sky, past to now.
Taste surprised by puissant essence of
perennial harvest sacrifice.
Private seas pull grand tiding,
sweet, bitter sweet, salty sweet as candied seaweed.
Sunny, Moony, Star-eyed oracle snidely whispers
dense cues, cuneiform runes.
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Angels and
Demons wage sacrosanct war.
Dice from a grail foresage trial or comfort.
Hungry Ghosts wail.
Vampires and Creatures
of the night seek shelter before
travails of daytime break them.
Skies descend, dark mirroring.
Smell the woodsmoke, intoxicating, soft and sweet,
masks the taste of bitter bile, secret vomiting,
starving despite harvest’s gay array of treats.
Faded, nearly blind, falling in and out of
shamanic fever, primeval native callings beyond sight,
ripple of tribal beat at the periphery,
ecstatic vision dark/light/agony and brilliant breaks,
star-bright constellations.
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Private harvest.
Cultivation rituals hung taut.
Shamanic divination
spun into fine golden fabric.
Gifts of remembrance.
Harvest nights given to ceremony, empathic
frenzied dance, spontaneous gaiety
— a tribal stew of sustenance,
warm spirit embodied.
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Call in the harvest
My Lady awaits (impatient
is She, as all Immortals)
She sends cauldrons for filling
on chariots drawn by rays of the Moon
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Faery Queen or fabled harlot
stirs potent night blooms, expelling myths of
what we cannot bear, cannot overcome.
Feel in the electric falling starlight,
spells of renewal, of power to look back
upon our falterings, to find the seed now grown
yet changing still and ever, able,
willing, co-creating in the illuminated shadow,
invoking the peace of dissolving twilight,
of midnight’s hopeful resurrection,
of the hinting sky that lightens before the dawn.
Take peace into each breath, each incantation,
from the strength to align impeccably
with your deepest truth.
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Staring at Lady Moon,
breathing in sweet night blooming herbs from the garden.
She fancied hearing faint music in the rustling wind.
Slowly, not knowing that her body moved,
she danced, the wind carrying her like a lover’s arms
caught up in dancing slow and closer than a kiss.
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She had so long felt helpless, unloved, unsupported. She felt a slow,
undulating power move through muscles and mind.
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“Goddess?” Her voice quavered at the audacity; but she felt surer of her course.
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“Goddess, I am your child.”
Nothing had ever felt more true.
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Willing to be merry, to partake of
ritual, merging through
overarching trance elation.
Constellations, moving, shifting,
making waves in our collective
consciousness, appear to reveal
sparkling impulses of true vision.
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Pleasure can win
salient treasure beyond
imagining’s failure.
Caught up in
rising song, brave steps, the play,
foresight gifts of gravid day,
celestial night.
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Able to skip through vicissitudes as charmed emanation:
all is working inexorably toward fruition, true harvest’s peace.
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Who chants behind that flowing curtain, charming?
What acts denote sacred allegiance, guide to mystics’ source?
Tribal myths, quests as lessons, collected anecdotes
signify ambient science for that era’s delegation.
Zen koans, Aesop’s fables, lullabies,
invitations to meditate, to quiet, ineffable experience.
This yearn toward meaning harbors no enmity
to progressive projects magnifying kindness.
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Golden night.
High fields of food and seed
aglow for harvest.
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Harvesting Moonlight
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Today the dark approaches, loosens veils of entropy.
Pixel colors whisper, hum of trails diminishing.
Lumbering, tales sweaty from slumber sweep
crumbling crusts, twigs and dust,
unencumber twinkling.
Luscious Moon, brilliant, rises
like a sacred flower unbinds, radiant,
smiling indulgence.
Celestial song, deep-breath effulgence,
wise spirit. All we who hear it open our wings.
This night we fly over poignant fields of work requited,
imbibe euphoric mystery of peace. Sweet day’s release,
rewards of harvest, ritual feast of play.
Uproarious dance with moonlight; voice, arms, lift
in embrace so strong, complete.
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harvest
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Mornings come later now,
permeated with scent of harvest,
green and red and the bright orange
of the Harvest Moon.
Morning air, heavy with moisture
seeps through my pores
into my bones.
I see roiling ships caught in rough sea,
their fortune a deity’s toss of dice,
or whim.
Ships laden with treasure,
sailors desperately loved.
Synchronistic vision,
on a placid pond three ships sail
a fine sunny regatta.
No longer await on the sickle,
deep fade of harvest
beckons to prescient chores.
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Ritual
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Ritual gives form to meaning
(every merry crone doth know).
Every act from which we’re gleaning,
Every sack that we must sow
Gives rise to tides that make us wise;
Gives humor chance for binding wounds.
Does good these ancient weary eyes
To dance abandoned round the moon.

theaitetos@diaspora.psyco.fr

The Satanic Essence of Globalism

The #Archbishop explains the nature of modern Babelism and why it seeks to #erase every aspect of #Christianity from #society:

The essence of #globalism is #satanic, and the essence of #Satanism is #globalist. Because #Satan’s plan is to establish the #reign of the #Antichrist, allowing him to parody #Christ’s earthly life, to imitate His miracles with grotesque wonders, to lead crowds not with the simplicity of #Truth but with #deception and #lies. Globalism is, so to speak, the staging, the script and the scenario that must prepare humanity for the political ascent of the Antichrist, to whom the leaders of the world – his servants – will cede #national #sovereignty so that he becomes a kind of global tyrant.

But the kingdom of the Antichrist is not created out of nothing: it is first necessary to erase what remains of the kingdom of Christ in the institutions, in the culture and in the daily life of the citizens. Moral dissolution is one of the simplest means of subjugating the masses, encouraging them to vice, ridiculing virtue; and, of course, by destroying the natural family, the fundamental cell of society. Once the family is demolished, the children become commodities, products that those with money can order over the Internet, fuelling the vast and growing criminal network, not to mention the surrogacy industry. #Divorce, #abortion, #euthanasia, #homosexuality and #pansexualism, #mutilation for #gender #transition have proven to be effective tools for eliminating not only the revealed #Faith, but also the most sacred principles of #NaturalLaw.

And it is indeed a #religion, the one that is being established with the #Woke ideology; a religion which, like the true Religion but with diametrically opposed goals, intends to impose itself in society, to imbue its #dogmas into the #institutions, the #laws, the #education, the #culture, the #arts and human activities. The globalists apply the Catholic principles of “social kingship,” but proclaim Satan king of society: Te nationum præsides honore tollant publico: colant magistri, judices; leges et artes exprimant. May the rulers of the world publicly honour and extol Thee; May teachers and judges reverence Thee; May the laws and the arts bear Thy mark. These are the words of the hymn of Christ the King, but we see them applied blasphemously by the priests of the #NewWorldOrder to their king, the prince of this world, and to the Antichrist in his time.

Beware though: globalism, as an emanation of #Masonic and revolutionary thought, apparently proclaims #democracy and condemns #absolute regimes; but in fact, it knows very well that the #Monarchy of #DivineRight is the best possible form of government, because it subjugates everyone – including the king himself, who is the #Vicar of Christ in temporal things – to a #transcendent law to which everyone owes #obedience.

It’s a hard thing for many #Americans to accept that the revolutionary concepts of #freedom and #liberty and #equality around which the original #Republic was founded were #evil #philosophical #seeds planted during the #Enlightenment. But the #wicked #nature of their fruits, and the #bitter #harvest they have entailed, can hardly be denied.

nowisthetime@pod.automat.click

Manufactured #Food #Shortages (Eradication of Our Food Supply)
Some people are fond of saying "There are no coincidences." More that 120,000 hectares/296,526 acres of #wheat have been destroyed in #Australia just before #harvest. There's additional videos & text in the link.
Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=_PQB15LOrCY
strangesounds
#Quote Crops on the verge of harvest have been wiped out by floods in parts of Australia. Picture by Rabbit Hop Films
Crops on the verge of harvest have been wiped out by floods in parts of Australia. Picture by Rabbit Hop Films
New South Wales’s peak farming body says the damage bill for wheat losses alone in the state’s flood-hit north-west will surpass $150 million.

Parts of Moree, Gunnedah, Dubbo and Moama have been evacuated as more than 140 flood warnings remain across the state.

Agronomists say the grain-growing hub of the north-west is expected to have “conservatively” lost more than 120,000 hectares of wheat that was nearly ready to harvest.

The region also boasts large barley and canola outputs and is in the summer planting window for crops such as cotton and sorghum.
10/17/22 (2:11)
As a sidenote Logan Piette said Black Pope has a Jewish gematria value of 211 and so does Mason. It's also the police code for robbery in California. That number is the 47th prime & 47 is the 15th.

Quote ouseholds feeling the cost-of-living pinch are being told to expect even more pain due to the floods in New South Wales, Victoria and Tasmania.

Crops in some of Australia's most fertile and productive land have been ruined, and the Treasurer says food supply chains will be affected.

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