28/06/2025
There are literally two of me sitting here at Glasto. The exuberant Bee, drinking a pint of Guiness (dark bright brew), dangling her feet, enjoying the music… and the Lacrimosa „She who weeps for the world“.
Her consciousness is being reborn. Enough crying, more action:
„Enough is enough!“ stop the damn whitelighting, positive vibes will make this world a better place, bu****it.
Do you see anything getting better?
F**k that s**t, I’m done. Working with the Federation of Galactic Soul Healers over the last few years shows me how truly messed up this world is.
The pain is unbearable and yet we must bear it. Babies blown to pieces by bombs, beheaded, r***d, with life not even begun. Those souls, totally traumatised and tortured.
I’m so sick of this.
I’m so sick of people spouting their bu****it about souls having made the choice to incarnate into that suffering.
Really? Wake the f**k up!
Stop supporting fake victims that would kill your children as soon as look at you. No more.
Warriors, healers, support workers are on the move.
There is Evil in the world.
We are the last frontier and the new beginning.
Get mobilised, bring your magic weapons and let’s do this!
No child must die! Enough already! On to the astral battlefield we go. On the streets we work. We are everywhere.
