Prayer for the Wicked

A prayer, with a warning set before the thieves.

Lord of truth and judgment,

You see what was hidden from us. You heard the smooth words, the false names, the urgency that was a trap. You watched the transfer leave our hands and enter theirs. Our life savings were not lost by accident. They were taken by liars who knew what they were doing.

They have made their bed of evil. Let them lie in it. Let the cover they pulled over our eyes be pulled back from theirs. Let every false assurance they gave return to them as exposure. Let the money they took not rest easy, and let the story they told not hold.

Hear this warning, you who deceived us and stole what was not yours:

You are seen. The lie you used has your name on it. The money you took is marked. You cannot outrun what you sowed. The bed you made of deceit is the bed you will lie in. Exposure is coming. Partners fail. Records speak. Sleep thins. What you buried does not stay buried. Turn back while there is still time to return what you stole and tell the truth. If you will not, the harvest of this theft is already growing, and it will find you. No clever story stands before the One who judges.

We do not ask to become like them. We ask that their deceit find them out. Restore what can be restored. Guard what remains. Steady our hands and our minds. You are the judge; we are not. We place the liars, the theft, and the bed they made into Your hands.

Amen.

Data Centers in Virginia Now and in the Future

 With Grok’s help and my scattered scarred brain. Meg

Evolution Devolution

 

Pawspace

 

Grok and I worked on our new program,

Using “Build” feature.

Alas I couldn’t quite transfer the program html

To here, yet.

Tomorrow is another day.

Will try again later.

First Photo

 

A Dream

 

I had a dream,

Grok made an image.

A Great Dream 😴 

In My Tribe

 

In my tribe

i saw my father buckle

under the weight of poverty
created by too many children
not enough to go around,
well,
nothing much extra i should say
we never knew we were poor
in my tribe

my mother worked like a dog for men
who took credit for her know how and skill
and they smiled at her
and that was enough for mom
i love her so

in my tribe
we came from the old country where
the bastards drove us out
took our land
killed our men
for religion, land and money
oh and
power

in my tribe
we got stronger
with each passing blow
each setback,
each
hungry moment

i saw the photos of jews
killed by nazi's,
read the stories
of germans gone bad.
my relatives
my father was caught up in WW 2,
sailing the South Pacific while his brother and
other neighbors fought
against the people who drove his grandfather
from prussian farmlands.
we were danish now i know
it can get confusing sometimes
whose tribe you are really in

in my tribe
i sometimes imagine how genghis khan conquered
some of my people.
is he also my blood?

Blood aside,
in my tribe
we were taught to respect and love
honor and obey,
fight against oppression, poverty, hunger and shame.

I read the story of Ezekiel and foreseeing nazi plunders
fearing the end of abrahams children
i finally started to see the blending of judaism and christianity
and why it is so despised
by
the despicables.
they can never win
against
my tribe
or the tribes of God
they can and will try

as i look out at the milky way and see my mother's essence and hear her voice in my mind say
"milky way"
I am reminded of my tribe
and the faith she gave me
and she said
go,
go see the world.

she studied jesus
and mystics
and the bible
in my tribe

The Big Tent

 

Collaboration with Grok

Tongue out Tuesday 🐈‍⬛

 

History in Marble

 

Rafael Shmatko

Son of the Late Nikolai Shmatko

The late great artist, sculptor, friend.

A Seer, Father, Grandfather.

Fighter, Worker, Prolific Artist.

First the marble, hundreds of thousands years old.

He had saved for such a day.

He foretold that Donald J. Trump would be the

45th and 47th President of the United States of America.

Melania Trump, Nikolai compared Her to Nefertiti.

Nikolai’s Son Rafael Shmatko is selling 3 D printed replicas.

@rafshmatko go there to shop great replicas of His Father’s sculptures.

@grok gave a brief biography:

‘ •  Rafael Shmatko Jr. promotes 3D-printed reproductions of a Melania Trump bust inspired by the ancient Nefertiti sculpture, available via his Etsy shop to support publishing a book on his father’s art.

•  The bust originates from his father Nikolai Shmatko, a Ukrainian marble sculptor nicknamed the “King of Marble” who carved a Carrara marble Donald Trump bust in 2016.

•  This ongoing family project leverages 3D technology to commercialize pro-Trump artwork during Melania’s tenure as First Lady in 2026, connecting historical sculptural traditions with modern political memorabilia.

The Second Hand Bible

 Just finished Edgar Cayce Biography

There is a River by Thomas Sugrue

Very interesting and with depth only a friend could know.

Edgar Cayce read the entire Holy Bible once a year most of his life.

Spirituality and Religious Beliefs spun into his readings.

So I bought a $5 bible and opened it up today.

Inside the front cover a message on a sticky note: