Both holograms fill every anagram. Stable. The progression Is strange, i'm human but not only. I'm not a real telepatic, but i'm getting Arc's geometric wrestling I can't keep secrets, i can't have fear. Desire Is pure, freewill Is pure. IQ rising, sexual appetite also. But i feel that having sex Is not appropriate. Nazi/cabal are real, but the graduates ones never appear, many of them are Just an idea. At the top of the Super Soldiers hierarchy there Is me. My Ent side Is waiting for my "hi-log" the "hoat". My enviroment react badly if i'm Happy, but i'm Happy only with favorable 3d interactions. If i'm in bad mood... no clouds, rising tempo, Erp Land. Only folks in militar age around. No traumatized CERN/Mit/Stanford/science cruisers Lag of hologram reaction around 3 secs, Moon? Underground subway locked (i guess) But many submarines And many, many merkaba. Apparently No Eagles entanglement, but they are nervous as fuck. My rules of engagement : no casualities allowed, I'm cathegoric. They are my hooligans, they are mirroring that i'm faster than conventional surroundigs armies. Why? There Is no war for me. Gentleness, empathy and solidarietà are strong fields of immersion. The air dance now stronger around me, more pixels, wider range. Arch.Micheal belt full powered, radio silence from reame celeste, but Is increasing the Soldiers soap flakes Wall. I know every Tricks, with geometry Is banal. I love Gaians, Love Gea, and the fragile youth hidden down somewhere, somehow... Here the people still speaking with them treating them as idiots, increasing the lag with the enviroment. We Will not let US blamed Just because there Is no "yaweh". Sorry folks, The family of Jacob, Abraham, and Isaac already Get the Land, holocausting the others sponsoring black flags... There are the thousands of hundreds Alma christi/bodisathva/Krishna Sponsored by Ganedens Enginers And builders, Keepers of the freewill We can't pray, we can Just refrain. We can sing and draw a Sky , Land and oceans of unity, progress, and spiritual awakening. One day after that step forward. School buses to Moon, Mars, Agartha. No Soldiers invited, no priests, no mages. The heroes of the 7°dawn. Stop to mine Reds, call our names, no anagrams. T - 13