POOF SAID
Greetings and Salutations,
The times they are a changing, and there are ways in all of this which can combine into one massive spiral of worn-out data and old over-blown changing guards, changing scenes, and over-wrought guardians who try so diligently to keep the home fires aflame and more assessable.
The changes that are afoot are nothing new. Old Guard and the Old Stations are hard at work making sure their stooges are taking care of business.
Just believe the smut that hits the airwaves is full of the unsavory stuff that most do not like. Make sure that you are not listening to the fear-mongering crowd and stay away from the dramatists who want nothing more than to keep you upset and on edge.
None of that news is the real news anyway. Be assured that the white hats are yet at work and the swirling changes that you can see are like the fires of change at work.
Make the beds, wash the dishes, and do the laundry. Keep on doing what you always have and sit this out. Do not get your toes in a bind. It is not worth it.
Stay the course, do the continued abiding by law, field the balls coming at you and know that none of it is forever. This seems ghastly we know, but it is the truth and it has to play out in its own good time.
This is all we can tell you right this moment. There is far more to come and the breaking out of incorrect data isn’t in any one’s final dispensation; nor should it be. Miracles happen and so they shall. You can expect them.
We look forward to sharing better information. It is the changing of the guard and the extraction process you were told would have to occur for this to complete.
The Light will overcome all of this insanity. Some bank closures are fully at your door and they will be controlled.
Continue to hold the high watch and do the higher level work. Use the ways and the means available to do what you need to do; steer clear of drama and rumors.
Do the work of holding out for what you want to see on the planet. Good will overcome. It just takes a little longer.
So be it…
Love and Kisses,
Poof