My Grandfather. I called him Papa. You can tell alot about someone from the seperate sides of their face. but it's complicated. like, looking here, at his left side, our right, being his feminine side, i see a real sense of doubt, a little worry, maybe wishing things were different, unhappy for certain. bu his right side, our left side, being his masculine self is much different. he looks like the slick businessboy he was. he's ready to sell you something and charm the hell out of you while he does it. his smile is a smirk and his eyes know more than you do. Reading faces is an important way of knowing someone.
JER 22:12 But he shall die in the place whither they have led him captive, and shall see this land no more.
JER 22:13 Woe unto him that buildeth his house by unrighteousness, and his chambers by wrong; that useth his neighbour's service without wages, and giveth him not for his work;JER 22:14 That saith, I will build me a wide house and large chambers, and cutteth him out windows; and it is cieled with cedar, and painted with vermilion.
JER 22:15 Shalt thou reign, because thou closest thyself in cedar? did not thy father eat and drink, and do judgment and justice, and then it was well with him?
these are some bible versus about my evil great uncle who, in some ways, murdered my grandfather, his brother. today i found an evil toad he's kept on my grandfathers grave for decades, controlling his legacy, lording over his death, looking fat and satisfied. little does he know that he will die a terrible death and all will be restored. happy 9/11? friends.
*I later discovered that it was my aunt who put the frog on his grave. But I think it may have been her subconscious because she is very spiritual. Her higher self saw the true sitation and activated the symbol.
A later photo of my grandfather tells the story of his life. I wonder if in the older picture he had already been ensnared by the freemasons. i wonder even, being truly named mason, he somehow always knew he would become a freemason. sometimes i think our family is some sort of blood pact mirror to the royal family in london. idk. there are a lot of synchronities between us. anyway, here his left, our right, looks so withdrawn. it looks like his eye has been trying to close itself from the bottom from all the terrible acts he likely commited against his feminine side. his mouth looks really grim now and his skin is pulled tight with worry and wrinkles. but his right side, our left, is not wrinkly and right so much as saggy and droopy. having indulged his masculine side so much, his cheeks look full and his smile berays the only happiness really on his whole face. his masculine right eye looks like its been trying to close itself from the top and just looks tired and jaded from what he now knows was shitty masculine indulgences. All in all, he was not happy and it pity him. this is why when freemason spies are bothering me, i mosly just feel bad for what a lonely, hierarchical, spiritless, satanic life they lead. i myself am wrapped in the colors of the high priestess, blue and white, with a thin layer of the magician, red and white, on my "exterior" or the cuff of my sleeve. I think my papa knew i would be magic like him, because at the heart of it, Freemasons are just in a mens-only coven that practices dark, satanic magic in exchange for riches, heart problems, bad relationships, and sudden deaths. sad, rly. my evil uncle is getting his: wells fargo and other banks have been suing him for years now. i also believe he may have a tumor in his brain. and i may have put it there...
nah he just was hit head on in a car... 12/5/14
