BIRTH CERTIFICATE FRAUD; CLAUSULA REBUS SIC STANTIBUS
by kate of kaea
“ATTENTION: Lawyer, Judge, Government Agent/employee, Police, Common Man etc. et al/any/all who serve as a fictional LEGAL NAME/TITLE/I.D.-ENTITY (pronounced phonetically example: “leg-all enemy”((N-AM-E), “tit-El”/Luciferian)) character in the legal world reality;
Author’s note where the “author” is defined as anyone who uses these words as their’s where truth cannot be “copyrighted”, merely shared by agreement and these words are theirs, regardless of “who” wrote the words ab initio where truth belongs to all in CONCEPTUAL (heart and mind written, causal, not the physical “written” form, effectual.), where this writing/righting/riting is written (spelled out) in language understandable to both those in and out of the LEGAL NAME FRAUD profession/reality where the common understanding of this fraud and crime against humanity and creation is visible both in laymen’s and legal terms, not to be confused by the intent of the…
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The Legal Name via the Birth Certificate Fraud is the biblical ‘Mark of the Beast’
Legal Name: Mark of the Beast Carving Set Model 666
Religion is an odd duck far beyond what anyone could imagine. Regardless of what religio-chosis chosenitus you’re suffering from/deluded by, you still have one thing in common that crosses all of these mental illnesses and they are mental illnesses; schizophrenic psychopathy in one extreme or another. I mean really, wanting to kill someone driven by one religious fervor or another to a state of suicidal berserker pitard-ness. Boom! What all of these divided minds fail to see is what trap connects everyone where what one believes in a religious sense is unified through the same lie. As far as I remember, all churches, mosques, ashrams, sin-a-Gogs etc. use collection plates for…..money. We’re not talking about real stuff here like gold or silver (still a trap anyway as money worshiping) mind you, we’re talking about Satan’s money created out of the…
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The Whore Of Babylon
The Whore of Babylon puts on her face, a morning ritual of old
And by 9am she is at her post, with coffee, newspapers and phone
She shakes the hands of her minions of various old school ties
And kisses the cheeks of her Chairmen, even their greedy wives.
With gold be-ringed and jewelled hands, wrinkled, spotted and cold
She snatches the foot of every child and enslaves its very soul
Her thin red blood-stained lips she pouts and purses them to kiss
The innocent heads of every child sold into ignorant bliss.
With her bedroom eyes, full of massacre, black with the dust of coal
She looks greedily for more profit, more skin, more flesh, more gold
And wines and dines and finds and binds all-comers great and small
While she uses, abuses, re-fuses and amuses, she rapes us one and all.
With long, dead arms spread wider than wide, she greets the deepest dark
And her tangled tresses, spun like webs, ensnare her blinkered mark
With temptation, seduction, crime and corruption, power and control
She revels in your lust and greed as you eagerly oath her your soul.
Yet billions of fools still climb her legs stockinged in antique lace
Though very few ever climbed so high they could truly see that face
Without its make-up, haggard and bare, to see their part in her wars
And regretting, too late, the night they laid with that filthy, pox-ridden whore!
Read more ‘thoughts expressed with words’, from Ninja Bambi >here.
Or whatever we wish to label those ‘things’ going on inside our heads.
Those flowing and sometimes fleeting images, sounds, words, colours, impressions and ideas.
That stuff of the imagination, the memory, our dream-ings.
Whatever we call them, matters not, so I’ll go with ‘thoughts’.
One day, I decided to create a space to share some of the ‘thoughts’ I have had along the way.
So here it is.
And here you are.
Remember, these are just a collection of thoughts, expressed.
What we do with our thoughts is either keep them ‘inside’ or allow them ‘outside’.
Perhaps you will find something here of resonance, interest or curiousity, perhaps not.
Either way is perfect.
Love, Ninja Bambi