Mary Maria Pavic
A Disturbance in the Force
I am starting this post to show everyone how their own pattern recognition is in itself a power, and to OWN IT, because through that knowledge assembled, assimilated, we can overcome what they force upon us, as though they have every right, whereas they don't, and they don't have the right to deny us our free will either. We are respecting our free will in what ever it takes, and this pattern recognition is saying, I trust myself, my higher intuition, instincts, and therefore the truth stands above their lies. And whatever may express from the Universe out of that self-awareness and responsibility for our own development, may it be beneficial for all STO beings.
Now. I will describe to you how I have recognized a pattern showing itself in my face, so I have to share it with all of you, to alert all of us to what is going on. That is, what those stubborn (#@%&) hyperdimensional STS's are doing here.
Being Canadian, we had an election after the severely irresponsible and psychopathic lunatic Trudeau stepped away from his role, and now another one had to come in and fill it. Everyone here, by my correct senses, were interested in Pierre Poilievre to take that role, because he had the most knowledge of finances, which is what the liberals (thieves) had no clue of, but the learning from Pierre's beginning was responsibility about finances, and I felt we needed someone trustworthy and responsible to take it on. He is in the "conservative" label.
My friend Tim drove me there in his truck to go put my vote in. He had already put his in earlier that day. I brought a black permanent marker with me to make my checkmark, of course, with my own symbolism in communication to the universe, of what part of it, it may concern. (Nastily, the hyperdimensional side of it was venomously against me and my symbolism). Soon as I finished, I stepped outside cheerfully communicating with those kind beings at the door, who my friend Tim was also in conversation with, and I stepped into the vehicle to leave. As soon as he slowly turned the truck in that large driveway, I saw at the end of the property about 30 to 50 ft away (?), there was a silver metal mesh fence, and sitting up against this fence... suddenly the quietness of the curving of the truck was so slow and spacetime-less, except for the image which showed itself to me. I saw a black ram sitting there flat on the ground, somehow in the ground half-way was its whole body, but its head was facing me, its horns were shiny black curls around each side of the head, and the eyes were two points of neon red light. It was as though alive, and while I was staring at it (feeling somewhat shocked), it was staring at me too. I think my friend Tim also saw it, it just felt like it. It was then, suddenly, blown by the wind, and the black garbage bag flew up against the fence spreading flat onto it.
I was so stunned that I couldn't say anything, and if Tim saw it, which I sensed he did, he also couldn't say anything about what we had just seen. But, to show me that he did see it too, he said something to the likes of that, he is not going to put too much energy or effort into who gets the vote ... sensing of course the enemy, who we both just saw, its willful force against us. I felt that too. I felt right there, that this election, had been interfered with, and on account of hyperdimensional's, not Humans (but of course the Humans are played/puppeted). I had no response to what he said, and we quietly left. He drove me back to my place, like we were both shocked. The pleasant conversations of those people at the place did not have enough influence to lighten and brighten the mood after we saw that ugliness in the driveway. We were so quiet all the way back, and he went back to his place.
Before I show what I saw two days ago in a commercial with Carnivorous Carnival Carney in it, I'll describe how this black plastic bag is alien, from the hyperdimensional's. (I just looked to see whether I spelled his name correct, and in wiki it shows his birthday is March 16, 1965. I was born April 1, 1965. My friend Tim was born September 24 1962. Hm. I thought Carney was a lot older. He looks old).
Years ago I had read Carlos Castaneda's Don Juan works. And I kind of grew close to the characters Don Juan and Genaro. I liked them because they were able to manifest things out of thin air. I had been doing some meditation exercises daily back then, like one hour long exercises, and this opened up a space where I could get in contact with Don Juan and Genaro, in a daily life situation. I was seeing a guy who was not the best to have as a boyfriend, and I started asking them stuff about him, and they were so funny, they compared him to a banana, and we were all laughing because the joke was deeper than the surface showed. It was so awesome how these beings could point on solve the dilemma I was in. I chose to not get any closer in that relationship, thanks to their deeper insights. So, I was interested when I found out about a man from their tribe who wrote a book. He is in The Deer Tribe Metis Medicine Society. I felt a kinship with him because he knew Don Juan and Genaro in real life. When I began in my own special way of communicating with him, his spirit responded. (When I was a teenager, I had some dreams of a big black panther kat who was protecting me in my life, and was my friend, and a wise counsellor/helper through the dream world, for me. No one knew about this. It was personal.) He, Harley Swiftdeer Reagan, knew it through his spirit. One day, in this time, as I sat upstairs at my computer, next to the large window facing west, I turned to look and at that very moment, a huge eagle or hawk, or some type of bird of that nature, flew right over my place, wings spread out, from one side of the window to the other, swooped low over the place. I sensed it was him, through the bird. Because he has the ability to go into an animal, with it, or what? I'm not sure, but I sensed it was him. Then at that time, I saw an eagle flying around in the city, and eagles don't come to Windsor, or I had never seen any before, until now. And I had seen it flying way up, and then down closer to the city. So my eyes were aware and looking for that sight, would it appear.
One day, after I had walked out of a store down the street, a vision of a black panther entered my whole mind. I went back to my place, and I saw that this wonderful man had passed away. It was like I was shown it through the symbol. Then, shortly after, when I was walking down the sidewalk on a sunny day, I was next to the $bank where they had six beautiful Sycamore trees (another story there) lined up on the grass in front. I saw that huge eagle/hawk bird with its wings spread out gliding and coming toward me, it was right in front of me in the sky coming from the west, which I faced, so that I stopped right there at that spot and just looked at it. Standing there on the sidewalk, a strikingly strange thing occurred as I viewed the gliding bird, it transformed into a floating garbage bag, which was only about 15 to 20 ft away from me, floating in the air! Immediately I knew it was alien, and therefore I studied it very carefully. They are so cunning. It appears to be a floating garbage bag with a shiny light reflected from the sun off it, but this black garbage bag, what was it doing on a still day with almost no breeze, floating up there in front of me. And observing the light's reflections on it, it was not correct. The shiny light moved on it, and it was slowly moved to the dark side where the sun could not reach, and then that shiny spot of light on that floating black garbage bag, was at the end of it, the south side, and it, I think was the head, because it moved toward the neighborhood on the other side of the street (south), with that shiny light on that part of the bag. And I watched as it lifted up itself to go over the houses on that side, and then slowly fall down into the neighborhood which now was no longer visible to me behind all the trees and homes. It seemed to be afraid of me because I knew what it was, and it had to escape.
After that incident I did much research on the web and found others who also had seen a similar thing. In Russia, some people had taken a video of the similar thing I had seen, yet the one they seen was smaller, and more compact. It was floating around on the ground, black, with a spot of light shining off it. I had seen about three different similar things in other peoples' videos. So now I had evidence for myself of what that was. So when I was with my friend Tim, leaving the election center, and that black entity showed up as a black ram with shiny horns, and red eyes, then the wind blew it up against the fence so it only looked like a black garbage bag, I recognized they, the hyperdimensional's were behind it.
And now, to conclude.
Two days ago, while viewing people's videos, a commercial came up, and in it I saw Carney with a pillar behind him which had decorations on it at the top, and those decorations were of rams, with curly horns around their head. The pole/pillar I think I remember it being a dark grey colour at the top part? But it was shocking to me to see that very picture, in my face. The gloating hyperdimensional's showing their false win.
Then I think it was here? someone brought up the truth about the Canadian election? Was it in the June 28 session? Someone asked whether Pierre Poilievre actually won, and the Cassiopaeans said yes, and it was by a great number. Which of course reminded me of the stolen election in the United States when Biden took it over. And that was also one of my thoughts when I first saw that black ram sitting on the ground outside the election station. In other words, they, the hyperdimensional's took it over, and then created a large disturbance between the Democrat and Republican (?) structures. The people were oblivious. I hope to help open the inner comprehension of people, as to what is being done here, so we stop attacking each other and recognize our intuition, to see what is actually being done here, by the, up until now invisible hyperdimensional interference, and now, much more visible.
So. Pattern Recognition. How many experiences have YOU had, which showed you something that was helpful in finding a truth? No more doubting what you've seen heard or experienced. It's time to trust one's own self.
Now. I will describe to you how I have recognized a pattern showing itself in my face, so I have to share it with all of you, to alert all of us to what is going on. That is, what those stubborn (#@%&) hyperdimensional STS's are doing here.
Being Canadian, we had an election after the severely irresponsible and psychopathic lunatic Trudeau stepped away from his role, and now another one had to come in and fill it. Everyone here, by my correct senses, were interested in Pierre Poilievre to take that role, because he had the most knowledge of finances, which is what the liberals (thieves) had no clue of, but the learning from Pierre's beginning was responsibility about finances, and I felt we needed someone trustworthy and responsible to take it on. He is in the "conservative" label.
My friend Tim drove me there in his truck to go put my vote in. He had already put his in earlier that day. I brought a black permanent marker with me to make my checkmark, of course, with my own symbolism in communication to the universe, of what part of it, it may concern. (Nastily, the hyperdimensional side of it was venomously against me and my symbolism). Soon as I finished, I stepped outside cheerfully communicating with those kind beings at the door, who my friend Tim was also in conversation with, and I stepped into the vehicle to leave. As soon as he slowly turned the truck in that large driveway, I saw at the end of the property about 30 to 50 ft away (?), there was a silver metal mesh fence, and sitting up against this fence... suddenly the quietness of the curving of the truck was so slow and spacetime-less, except for the image which showed itself to me. I saw a black ram sitting there flat on the ground, somehow in the ground half-way was its whole body, but its head was facing me, its horns were shiny black curls around each side of the head, and the eyes were two points of neon red light. It was as though alive, and while I was staring at it (feeling somewhat shocked), it was staring at me too. I think my friend Tim also saw it, it just felt like it. It was then, suddenly, blown by the wind, and the black garbage bag flew up against the fence spreading flat onto it.
I was so stunned that I couldn't say anything, and if Tim saw it, which I sensed he did, he also couldn't say anything about what we had just seen. But, to show me that he did see it too, he said something to the likes of that, he is not going to put too much energy or effort into who gets the vote ... sensing of course the enemy, who we both just saw, its willful force against us. I felt that too. I felt right there, that this election, had been interfered with, and on account of hyperdimensional's, not Humans (but of course the Humans are played/puppeted). I had no response to what he said, and we quietly left. He drove me back to my place, like we were both shocked. The pleasant conversations of those people at the place did not have enough influence to lighten and brighten the mood after we saw that ugliness in the driveway. We were so quiet all the way back, and he went back to his place.
Before I show what I saw two days ago in a commercial with Carnivorous Carnival Carney in it, I'll describe how this black plastic bag is alien, from the hyperdimensional's. (I just looked to see whether I spelled his name correct, and in wiki it shows his birthday is March 16, 1965. I was born April 1, 1965. My friend Tim was born September 24 1962. Hm. I thought Carney was a lot older. He looks old).
Years ago I had read Carlos Castaneda's Don Juan works. And I kind of grew close to the characters Don Juan and Genaro. I liked them because they were able to manifest things out of thin air. I had been doing some meditation exercises daily back then, like one hour long exercises, and this opened up a space where I could get in contact with Don Juan and Genaro, in a daily life situation. I was seeing a guy who was not the best to have as a boyfriend, and I started asking them stuff about him, and they were so funny, they compared him to a banana, and we were all laughing because the joke was deeper than the surface showed. It was so awesome how these beings could point on solve the dilemma I was in. I chose to not get any closer in that relationship, thanks to their deeper insights. So, I was interested when I found out about a man from their tribe who wrote a book. He is in The Deer Tribe Metis Medicine Society. I felt a kinship with him because he knew Don Juan and Genaro in real life. When I began in my own special way of communicating with him, his spirit responded. (When I was a teenager, I had some dreams of a big black panther kat who was protecting me in my life, and was my friend, and a wise counsellor/helper through the dream world, for me. No one knew about this. It was personal.) He, Harley Swiftdeer Reagan, knew it through his spirit. One day, in this time, as I sat upstairs at my computer, next to the large window facing west, I turned to look and at that very moment, a huge eagle or hawk, or some type of bird of that nature, flew right over my place, wings spread out, from one side of the window to the other, swooped low over the place. I sensed it was him, through the bird. Because he has the ability to go into an animal, with it, or what? I'm not sure, but I sensed it was him. Then at that time, I saw an eagle flying around in the city, and eagles don't come to Windsor, or I had never seen any before, until now. And I had seen it flying way up, and then down closer to the city. So my eyes were aware and looking for that sight, would it appear.
One day, after I had walked out of a store down the street, a vision of a black panther entered my whole mind. I went back to my place, and I saw that this wonderful man had passed away. It was like I was shown it through the symbol. Then, shortly after, when I was walking down the sidewalk on a sunny day, I was next to the $bank where they had six beautiful Sycamore trees (another story there) lined up on the grass in front. I saw that huge eagle/hawk bird with its wings spread out gliding and coming toward me, it was right in front of me in the sky coming from the west, which I faced, so that I stopped right there at that spot and just looked at it. Standing there on the sidewalk, a strikingly strange thing occurred as I viewed the gliding bird, it transformed into a floating garbage bag, which was only about 15 to 20 ft away from me, floating in the air! Immediately I knew it was alien, and therefore I studied it very carefully. They are so cunning. It appears to be a floating garbage bag with a shiny light reflected from the sun off it, but this black garbage bag, what was it doing on a still day with almost no breeze, floating up there in front of me. And observing the light's reflections on it, it was not correct. The shiny light moved on it, and it was slowly moved to the dark side where the sun could not reach, and then that shiny spot of light on that floating black garbage bag, was at the end of it, the south side, and it, I think was the head, because it moved toward the neighborhood on the other side of the street (south), with that shiny light on that part of the bag. And I watched as it lifted up itself to go over the houses on that side, and then slowly fall down into the neighborhood which now was no longer visible to me behind all the trees and homes. It seemed to be afraid of me because I knew what it was, and it had to escape.
After that incident I did much research on the web and found others who also had seen a similar thing. In Russia, some people had taken a video of the similar thing I had seen, yet the one they seen was smaller, and more compact. It was floating around on the ground, black, with a spot of light shining off it. I had seen about three different similar things in other peoples' videos. So now I had evidence for myself of what that was. So when I was with my friend Tim, leaving the election center, and that black entity showed up as a black ram with shiny horns, and red eyes, then the wind blew it up against the fence so it only looked like a black garbage bag, I recognized they, the hyperdimensional's were behind it.
And now, to conclude.
Two days ago, while viewing people's videos, a commercial came up, and in it I saw Carney with a pillar behind him which had decorations on it at the top, and those decorations were of rams, with curly horns around their head. The pole/pillar I think I remember it being a dark grey colour at the top part? But it was shocking to me to see that very picture, in my face. The gloating hyperdimensional's showing their false win.
Then I think it was here? someone brought up the truth about the Canadian election? Was it in the June 28 session? Someone asked whether Pierre Poilievre actually won, and the Cassiopaeans said yes, and it was by a great number. Which of course reminded me of the stolen election in the United States when Biden took it over. And that was also one of my thoughts when I first saw that black ram sitting on the ground outside the election station. In other words, they, the hyperdimensional's took it over, and then created a large disturbance between the Democrat and Republican (?) structures. The people were oblivious. I hope to help open the inner comprehension of people, as to what is being done here, so we stop attacking each other and recognize our intuition, to see what is actually being done here, by the, up until now invisible hyperdimensional interference, and now, much more visible.
So. Pattern Recognition. How many experiences have YOU had, which showed you something that was helpful in finding a truth? No more doubting what you've seen heard or experienced. It's time to trust one's own self.
