The White Parties.
The media reports that Diddy's ventures were making him ridiculously rich!!!
When you stop laughing we will get down to the fact that the FBI has based their case on the fact that every single dime Diddy made was off Jack and Dianne. Not two American kids growing up in the heartland, no Jack and Di are living it up at the white parties, as stars flock to the laughter, room 19, they come face to face with pain, this is the god of this world. The life that is sucked away, stripped from the human that entered to emerge broken and never whole again. Blackmailed, living with fear and hungry to stay relevant current and attend the white parties. Listening to the podcasts on YouTube, it becomes blatant as those channel his innocence, but Diddy is no innocent man. The pizza parties and the plastic Diddy instructed his crew to destroy only confirmed to those who listen and watch exactly what went down in the tunnels and why these parties are compulsory. The frequency is required in the music. The frequency that reminds us on a primitive level reliving pain, causing fear and hurting destroying and controlling humanity as they weave the frequency into the music. Ever notice how music will stop. Only to start again?? The rituals are required to record the frequency that will be used to control us, that's you and me as we listen to our top of the charts hit, a catchy tune that won't go away and chants and chants a rhythm warping the mind, destroying the will to live and essentially driving humanity closer and closer into depression seeking results in antidepressants and drugs. The chaos and drama is ushered into our lives and as we spiral in an ever downward spiral into chaos and despair, the beat goes on until there is only silence. Turns out frequency is the currency used to control our reality.
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A toast to being untouchable!
What Diddy failed to grasp is that he was just a front, easily made, easily controlled, easily allowed to think he was god of his world. All the while he was a mere puppet on a string, this isn't something you can hold to justice, this is unveiling the face of evil. Looking into the world of darkness is not for the faint of heart. This is a world of sickness, death and pain, this is where hell lives; many dance on the doorstep of the god of this world, seeking fame, seeking fortune, seeking money and power, but it's all an illusion. This is where beauty transforms into a world of grunts, growls, screams and whimpers. This is nothing the soul desires, but everything this god wants to steal from you. The hunger for the light and life that lives within you is what is craved, to break you, humiliate and destroy you and nothing will bring satisfaction. The more you suffer, the more suffering is required. The more you struggle to break free, the more shame will haunt you. The brutality is realizing you sold out yourself. You betrayed everything beautiful whole and pure within you and no amount of distancing yourself can erase the recordings. The more you run the harder they chase and the more you fight the closer the net becomes until you lay broken beaten used and disposed and so Diddy became a monster. There are names but the names don't matter they are vessels channeling a portal for the darkness to flow into this world and destroy all that longs to be love, hope and faith.
Until you see the darkness only then can you appreciate the light, the gift, the love and the perfect sacrifice of Yeshua. My Yoke is Light, Jesus tells us, I will never leave you, He is our way maker, our Redeemer, and now we come to understand their hatred for us and why they hiss and sneer. Thank you Jesus for this! Thank you that when we see someone hurt we long to heal, thank you that when we see tears, we long to hug and comfort. Thank you for life and life abundantly. Thank you that with you none of what we are seeing is our lives. Thank you that we are protected from their frequency.
Love wins.
Love heals.
Love has a name and it's Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
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