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Some encouraging hew from Ginger's Liberty Lounge ...

💢 Enlightening discussion in GLL chat among family today in regards to the hypothetical Market Crash. Will it? Won't it? Thank you kindly Liberty Loungers Extraordinaire for your super insights! 5.16.24

💢 FilAm, Admin: I'm gonna go on record, It's not going to crash. The WHs are not going to let it happen, the idea of a stock market crash is a narrative fed to us by the DS to keep our vibrations lower collectively. In fact, I can see a transition in a very relatively smooth, orderly fashion.

💢 Christina Cats: I agree. I follow Elena Danaan & she has been consistently saying no crash. Alliance is in control of this situation & their view is we people of Earth have had so much distress & that crashing the market will cause much chaos. Also, Tarot by Janine did a reading more than once about the market crash, etc. Cards showed over & over no crash but what has been happening is Alliance is strategically & carefully taking out the Deep State hold on the stock market. Look how many DS players “sold many shares of their stock” over the last 6 months.
No fear. No panic. 🫶🏼✌🏼

💢Pops Call: I agree with you. This is a transition. the crash narrative was on the table, if you look at this from a military perspective. it was an option and influenced by the BH. As we can now see, the precision of this operation, as daunting as it is, is being executed with a transitional objective. If we consider what Goldilocks posts, other market indicators, and reliable news sources, we see a transition. Transitions take longer, but the casualties are less. Imagine if we did have a collapse. look at the chaos that would ensue. the destruction, casualties, and turmoil. It's painful to us because we see it, but the "normies" still don't see it until we are there. And that is our objective, to be there with our experiences to pick them up when they fall apart. From the 40k view, this is the most phenomenal mission ever undertaken, with no room for failure. IMHO

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Sonnet to Winter
Emily Chubbuck Judson

Thy brow is grit, thy robe with gems inwove;
And palaces of frost-work, on the eye,
Flash out, and gleam in every gorgeous dye,
The pencil, dipped in glorious things above,
Can bring to earth. Oh, thou art passing fair!
But cold and cheerless as the heart of death,
Without one warm, free pulse, one softening breath,
One soothing whisper for the ear of Care.
Fortune too has her Winter. In the Spring,
We watch the bud of promise; and the flower
Looks out upon us at the Summer hour;
And Autumn days the blessed harvest bring;
Then comes the reign of jewels rare, and gold,
When brows flash light, but hearts grow strangely cold.

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"Sonnet to Winter" was published in Emily Chubbuck Judson's book "Alderbrook" (W. D. Ticknor and Company, 1849).

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THE LEGEND OF THE FAWN & FABLE
BY FEMACOLA

nee upon a time, a fawn found herself lost while searching for mushrooms in the enchanted forest. As the shadows of the mighty oaks grew long all around her, she knew the night would soon fall. Her legs shivered in the mountain air, her stomach growled with hunger, and she felt fear creeping up her tail.

She whispered to herself, "Please, a single acorn to eat and a warm pile of leaves for a bed.

That's all I ask." As she spoke, a tear fell from her eye, glinting in the day's last light as it landed on the forest floor.

The trees themselves heard her plea. Honoring their pledge to serve any pure-hearted creature of the forest, they summoned their ancient mountain magic. Where the tiny doe's tear had fallen, an oak shoot rose and began to reach upward. The fawn watched in amazement as a grand transformation began. The tender sprout grew and grew, not into an oak, but into a majestic castle of rich wood and gleaming gold. Roots wrapped around roots, forming a doorway and a split staircase that welcomed the fawn to step forward.

After crossing the threshold, she was greeted by the most beautiful place she had ever seen.

Rich tapestries hung from every wall, and soft pillows covered every surface. A fire crackled gently in a stately fireplace, warming her to the bone. Best of all, a long table was piled high with fine foodstuffs beyond her imagination... not just because she had only ever eaten grasses, acorns, and leaves. The intoxicating smell of roasted meat, hearty vegetables, and refreshing libations drew her irresistibly to the banquet.

She dipped her muzzle into a tureen of soup, and as she lapped it up, an incredible transformation came over her as well.

Within moments, she changed from a tiny fawn into a lionhearted princess. From that day, she vowed to rule over the forest with compassion and joy. All were welcome to share the warm beds of her castle and the fine fare of her table. She named her banquet hall Fawn & Fable so she would never forget her roots and the responsibility she bore for all guests who came to her mountain home.

~ from the menu at fawn & fable at nemacolin

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