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📰 I am asking the Lord for which news source he wants me to watch. I'm not telling all of us his answer. However, I care enough about Adonai, that I will ask him if he has a preference in news. And I will chase/read those sources. Something I noted in my reading was how easy it is to be led astray. Example. Fyre Festival, running again, to defraud many. Who's going? Who's listening to their Hollywood/other gods, and running to hell's grounds, to find out there's no food/services for them when they get there? Who is running to enslavement, and who is doing it to the marketing and promo beat of a voice they know? And is that voice they know representing Adonai? Who pays a $250,000 ticket to get defrauded? Wow, if I ever go on my dream vacation, I really want to visit a gravel pit. Please. Give me a ticket for lots and lots of money, just so I can go see rocks. Whose life dream is it to go see rocks? Can you find the iguana or reptile? Please, let's all ...

🐝 🍯 The impact of this Q and A goes back to the garden of Eden. When God asked Adam and Eve how they knew they were naked, he was not just testing their answer, or the verity of their answer, but he was testing who they were going to in order to get their sweet honey taste. "If you had not plowed with my heifer, you would not have known..." There is much to derive, even if it remains unseen/unsaid about the nature of devotion,  and matters of honey and bees and the sweetness of both.

🐈 This is a tree code. The puzzle differs from the code record. I have a new resource. I am not ready to share it. I will think about if I add it. It does pertain to today. It is a life story which says that with stepping into the end of day's perversion, with it, there will be a lack of joy. Do I... It is a prophecy. I am not ready to share the source. However, I will enjoy the detail. Judah was a DogDad. Yeah, aha.  And he protected his dog from wild beasts. Judah. DogDad. Papa God Jehovah made us some animals to be our companion animals. Godly people should recognize this. In Hebrew, Patron is Daddy. Hmm. Patron saints. Daddy saints. To this hunt, I added "protect yours" and "dogdad". And that is where new pretty colors are coming from. The protect word is sapphire. What you see these days is I am not relying on the code record. I hunt. I can find words. And sometimes, you find words, and you think of new sentences. CatMom...

😎 ສ 👣 ♩ 」 ɺ These are letter meditations on the son's leg. I am looking for an ideograph to replace the title. My favorite thus far is the note. And the funny symbol I found was my letter D. It's not quite there. My written letter D was son or sun. One of them. When I work toward a meaning/symbol, I may only have 2 letters. Can you tell the difference between left to right initial start letters? Of these, which one would you think is a right to left letter? I've thought about it. Though a musical note would be perfect for the Son's leg, most people would first think of a music note. I have to think further.

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Started here. The shadow is reaching up over it from the bottom left. In the matrice I just pulled, it says the sky is red. Well, blood moon. Sew fitting. You don't see that. I had a box on it. I should move it. The third panel is for a person to move around to their heart's desire. It is not connected to the left two wheels. A way to take this matrice further would be to add the blood moon. I got it. Yeah, I think there are better placed photographers tonight. I am taking a shot. However, I don't expect it to beat others. Who knows... I added blood moon. It's not red here now by the way. It's white. I don't know when it goes red. Today, remember, that despite the signs in the heavens, my flicker set into my tree as her shelter. And she sat there, and she was surrounded by flocks of sparrows, eating suet, because she had had enough. She had eaten, and was satisfied. And she did not mind flocks of sparrows all around her eating fro...

https://donnamunro.smugmug.com/Bird/i-rp6PZz7/A  🐦⿃⾫⻦ You have seen my name. The branches of my name are: Add my Lamed. I don't share my full name, do I? However, my full name brings: I am looking out to you from the center of my branches. Do you perceive me? Or am I vaporous to you like some ghost or barely perceived voice? Does the math of my mystery voice elude you? Where is the mathematician or scientist for whom my math does not add up? Is the mystery elementary or cyclonic? I give the building block, which is your letter. I give the cyclone which presents the letters the way the wind only would. Letters. Letters add up. Bring the cyclone. Let it speak my name. Say the letters of cyclone. Do my letters add up? Cyclone, speak my name. Spread snow as knowledge of my name. Spread my name deep and wide, sleek and white. Speak my name. Despit...