Kitty's Korner
Gifts Of The Anunnaki I Bear Unto You
I have four special presents in front of me, you could say they are the benefaction to humanity’s call
The secret gifts of life contained in all
Offerings we set aside as we travel through this dimension, celestial planes cushioned, before the soldiers of light have taken falls
Close your eyes, as I give you the embracing state of the world
A time when hatred, ignorance, racism did not have occasions to intellectual unfurl
Disappointments in learned agenda for an adult boy or an adult girl
In the first small box, it is the gift of your celestial body, the galaxy, the invading planet of Earth
Where feet have traveled, souls lowered in remembrance, embedded survival from the means of starvation, growth of its rich soil for a beautiful rebirth
Destroyed by mankind which will become his curse
Mud baths in grief, justice rites of the Ashura tribe, religion submissions in remembrance for lost soul’s communion in pain
The wonder of tears from the sky to enliven vegetation, saturated the green effect with acid rain
Spiritual ceremonial dance upon Mother Earth to bring luck to a crop’s gain
The bigger box if you lift, or shake it, will not convey the miracles bestowed in your sphere’s midst
It will unto you remain a blessed gift to sustain as a reincarnated spirit past the forty days after death shall drift
The ghost of a soul must crossover or remain encased between two worlds, becoming a supernatural misfit
The illumination of the ulema tarot moon, the warmth of the sun, the guiding stars
Formed within the Creator’s hand, perfection of its elements in the realm of time considered us, ours
Darkness’ reflection in the path of the luminist to lead mankind home, freedom from us, given to me
Gamma rays coating hues, worshiping temples with a la natural Vitamin D
Twinkling in the midnight sky, light years away
On bent knees wishing upon shooting fate, needs, wants to materialize be that it may
Sliding the next box to you, bowing in respect with a silent prayer
Slowing raising the lid off, I humbly give civilization regal breaths of air
From the tapped springs, cool streams saturating your tongue when electrolytes need replenished
Debauched temples need to purify in ceremonial christenings, as sins forgiven, diminished
Don’t peer to close, shone your eyes
Heaven and Hell in the core shall always coincide
Sizzling needs to mouths it will feed, the elements to heat found in the crackles of fire
The lifeline supports to sustain mankind, burns upon a pyre, feast of famine to partake of its delicious gourmet desires
Here’s unto the renounce of the third box, hands tremble to reveal
Armageddon in the Book of Revelation resonances from the foothills
Atomic radiation permeates the continents
False contestants will lead to the battle under global pretense
Death, destruction, up to the horse’s bridle
Weapons of mass destruction will be to the hands its idol
Cries, yells, heard in a path of dismal, upon the land, dark
Sodom and Gomorrah shall rain brimstone, the Morning Star shall raise, taking sinful beings unto his bottomless Arc
A box the lid cannot be replaced
Wretched souls, eyes blackened, mouths in allegiance spewing hell, asunder of grace to salvation shall be touched upon every, man, woman, child of every race
Tears of the left behind shall fall from cheeks upon the mark of the beast’s face
Signed From The Mothership,
The Anunnaki
I wanted to officiate, my Celebration, of my Heritage month, with words that have molded me into the woman I am, and for the women of my French, Haitian, Creole lineage my beautiful insignia, and I cherish who continues to stand here today, given the chance to pave the way, for my future, and keep my ancestral ordained Proverb closest to my heart, always, 'No weapons formed against thee shall proper'
Creation By A Queen's Crown Apparel™
Madam C. J. Walker, an influential African-American entrepreneur, philanthropist, and activist.
Born Sarah Breedlove in 1867, she became the first female self-made millionaire in America by developing and marketing a line of hair care products specifically for Black women. Her company, Madam C. J. Walker Manufacturing Company, was incredibly successful, and she used her wealth to support various charitable causes and civil rights organizations.
(cited SKC 02-08-25).
#CelebratingBlackHeritageMonth
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🖤
Good luck to my Hometown Philadelphia Eagles and their appearance in the 59th Superbowl, that will be played in New Orleans, a city of such beautiful wonders, enriching culture, a narrative history, worth listening to,
To my New Orleans Saints, ahh., maybe next year, but your city, is hosting the Main Event, and the cuisine oh, my goodness, my Haitian Creole Roots are does shine through.
The last time, I was there, I was shooting a mini-production, straight out of Houston, Texas... wow, time sure does soar, and I did Karaoke singing, Tina Turner's song, What's Love Got To Do With It, and my bestie and my cell phone had run out of charge.
And my regret, I did not capture that moment in time, and I was live blogging all over New Orleans, and the weather was pleasant.
Enjoy your Sun-Day, no matter what football team you are cheering for.
Love and Hugs always,
SKC🌻
Go Birds, We Fly
I was late for my Thursday Hour Girls Night Blog, imagine my intro music playing and I am just now walking in half tipsy and still half sleepy from still parting from my birthday week.
Thank goodness for Visine and Peppermint tea. I excused myself, so no topic...
Enjoy your day, oh I made this attire out of my robe, I have so many robes, primarily white, therefore, I will be making various creation out of them.
Love and Univeral Hugs, always,
SKC🖤
If I Ruled The World Imagine That
If I ruled the world imagine that
I will have my loyal Knights ready to battle and slew the presence of any traitor, enemies in mortal combat
Have all the world dignitaries breaking bread, drinking in compassion for his fellow man or woman at my peaceful table
Hail to the Queen if you were not found in heart with an intellectual cause to negotiate treaties
In the throne of malice, discontent, your sources to maneuver, to declare the rules of engagement will be disabled
All the Angels in the second Heaven, remain to entrust me with their Holy deciphers found in the book of Revelations
Phrases to preach the gospel, teach the masse to have faith, believe, reach the solace of the unfaithful, bowing to the whispers I get from the divinity of the constellations
No more astral traveling when the spirit and soul is divided, an ordained entity migrating through open portals in time
Asunder from self, in distinct dimensions, frozen elements of planets marooned, seeing the wonders of the Supreme’s hidden designs
Ancient dialects, carved Hieroglyphs understood within the compass of a quantum mind
Seeds of hereditary, weary in the passage, the stream of purpose in its traveling
Creation in a single cell of life, tumbling, uniting, unraveling
Convivial the magnificence in the void of light
Listening to the principles of mankind’s creation, entrenched in the womb as a promise to love without the prejudice of sight
Rebirth of sacred temples in the throne of darkness, unto the earth, opened eyes cannot make mistakes, do unto harm and declare self-truth as being right
Sins upon the world, deterring humanity’s fate, destiny marked upon the forehead with an inferior barcode
A wretched being, no sympathy, turned away from your wayward journey, redeemed, yet no earthly love, existence surviving without the warmth of compassion, as left in the blistering cold
Third world countries' citizens will never feel the howling of hunger pangs
Death in the dishonor for those generational beneficiaries who rapes the land, blood on their hands without the guilt of humanities’ fangs
Yet siphoning the bases of survival, giving nothing in return while financially reaping
Beheading to all militants who have caused a country’s blood seeping
Severed fingers for those hasten to code the bombs bursting in air
Choking on the reminisce of floating nuclear particles, no one taking the blame, the shame left in the aftermath, who does a democracy blame, when their government truly does not care
Non-consumption of water, metamorphosed children, from failed strategies of domesticated and foreign affairs
Years of a political administration ruled from deep rooted Subbunkers encouraging a barren soil to have belief in the calls of universal persistence
Waiting for contaminated dust to finally settle and begin life as those trespass against us, lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil in the fight to sustain harmony to preserve everyone’s existence
If I ruled the world imagine that
The Queen Of The Waterloo
