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Thursday, December 4, 2025

Bev is home, hopefully I’m home soon.

Bev is home recovering from pneumonia and doing well.  She had really good staff at hospital.

My brother out of the hospitality and is back in physical therapy for his broken leg.

I’m out of ICU, might be released today. We shall see. 

Thank you all!  Love you all! ❤️
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Monday, December 1, 2025

I have leaky legs

Finally an honest doctor!


I don’t have a heart issue! I have leaky legs(thank you mom!). Which can be fixed!


DJT has the same health issue.

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I’m at the hospital

I’m at the hospital with a hole in my leg and I need to raise $700

My brother rebroke his leg at a hospital in SLC (Titanium pin failed)

Bev is at a hospital in Llano with Pneumonia.
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Tuesday, November 11, 2025

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Donations for November - and a man I met...

 



Hi my dear friends! 

I would like to raise $800 or better this month.   

So much impending change for this planet beginning to flow.  

These energies are impacting my legs healing.  Healing continues but it is slower than it should be. The frustrating thing it’s on the back of my legs where it’s hard to see and bandage.  I am watching my blood sugar closely and it's in normal range.  

Sometimes I feel a little nauseous with this CME from the Sun coming. I am looking at it positively that its energies of renewal that my body needs. 

I love you all!

Terran


PS: I met an older retired Navy man, and retired Nashville police officer last night while driving.  I don't really like picking up passengers at grocery stores or Walmart.   There's always odd items people either want to put on my leather seats or in the trunk.   I got a call to pick up a passenger at an H-E-B grocery store off of Menchaca in south Austin.  The man seemed older than me, he tried opening my trunk but couldn't figure out the button and then just got frustrated and threw his case of water bottles on my back seat and I thought "Oh Boy its angry old man night!"  And I wasn't in too good a mood myself as my legs were feeling the pressure of driving so long. I braced myself for whatever came next.   I mostly stayed silent.

I got up the nerve to ask the man how he was doing as we went north on Menchaca to Lamar Ave.  He told me was ex Navy, worked as a security guard and moved to Texas from Nashville.   He told me how he was introduced online to this 30 something man who was "hydrocephalus" (a congenital condition of water on the brain).  He told me how this guy lived in a group home and people made fun of him because of the neurological effects that "water on the brain" has.   He told me how me rescued the man from the group home and his abusive mother.  As he described the young man's mother I was reminded of another mother I met in Texas who never quite forgave her son for being Asperger's spectrum instead of the little girl she wanted.  

This boy was not the beautiful baby his mother had imagined for herself.  His father was a very kind local minister who died young.  He told me what he saw in this young man, a very pure soul, and the kindest most grateful heart he had ever encountered.   And he knew he needed to make sure this individual was taken care of in a world hostile to what it sees as imperfection   

He told me he did security guard work for various hotels, he had a long history in law enforcement and he was often required to stay for days on premise in the hotel away from his apartment.  Hotels thought so much of him they gave him a separate room for his disabled friend, who quite likes hotels, and he gets to watch all the TV he wants while he's working.  And he doesn't feel alone. 

I was impressed by the kindness the Austin hospitality industry was showing this person and his disabled friend.  I was floored by a level of compassion that this old navy sailor had that for this partially disabled man.   I am not sure I have this kind of compassion.  What this man did quietly for this person who had no friends, nobody he could trust, only social hyenas surrounding him, was jaw dropping commitment.  I was giving a glance into this realm of people filled with light and love where you might not expect to see it in action. 

I was deeply moved by what I saw and heard.  I felt bad about my initial reaction to "the angry old man" who is jnot so different than me, struggling with aches and pains of common to all humans in their later third of life.  Nothing is what it seems.  Not even angry achey old men. 




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MED BEDS

Screen capture from JP's video


Dr Michael Salla's SSP soldier contact JP gives his experience with Med Beds including a variant that is a remote presence device similar to what was portrayed in the movie Avatar.   I love JPs beautiful energy and his very straight forward way of presenting material.  There's some things he can't talk about and I have no problem with that.  I much prefer this approach over that muddled UFO disclosure hearing before Congress where nothing new is learned. 

 



There is some Med Bed information in this one too, but it's mostly about preparing for imminent energy shifts.  This one was sent to me by Bev.  Unfortunately this one does not allow embedding in the blog.







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Sunday, November 9, 2025

Is 3-I-Atlas a Fleet rather than a single vessel? Contact with "the Admiral"

 

3-1-Atlas showing a tail in the wrong direction for a comet





11/09/2025

From Denice:

The Admiral

I woke at 7 am. Decided to go back to bed. Stated an intention to get a message from 3i/Atlas. Stated a few times, "heart centered, Source centered".

Had an amazing and colorful dream. Part of the setting was my Grandma's kitchen. My oldest son was playing around and hiding from me behind a door. He stepped out and he was wearing a full 1940s style sweater, hat, suspenders, knee length pants, argyle socks, boots. Very steam punkish.

There was a noise on the front lawn. Our lawn, but not my house...  an old screen door to a small wooden cottage. About 18 people with bags and gear on my lawn. A man stepped forward in a camel colored lands' end sweater with a zipper.  He was about 5'6". Trim. Very soft spoken. Seemed disappointed, almost sad.

I asked how I could help him, and he responded, "I am the Admiral.".

He had pale skin, brown eyes and thick black hair that was very wavy, and cut just under his chin. At that point, I was worried about all of these strangers and not yet aware of who exactly they were.

The others started coming forward and trying to walk into my house, and then there was a huge ruckus and I had 12 foster children in my house that I had forgotten about. I smelled the most delicious soup, so I walked back to a very small kitchen that had two gas stoves. I realized i was not in a dream, because I knew I cannot smell or taste in my dreams.

I ran back out front to talk to the Admiral, but I could not find him. Woke up.


Addendum: 

Denice: 3-1-Atlas  is not one ship. It is a fleet. 🤩

Martha: Did you learn more about them? I’m ready to greet them (and others, lol). It seems like it’s time!!!

Denice: The admiral suggested that dreams cannot be hacked. Trust my heart comms. I am going to work on that.

Denice: Apparently I wasn’t ready for the dream contact because there were so many distractions that I did not recognize it until I woke up. He looks like a very kind person.

Martha: Oooo, that’s very useful info to know dreams can’t be hacked.

Martha: What is the Admiral’s name? Or does everyone use his title as his name?

Denice: I did not get his name. There was also a scrubby black wolf sized dog roaming the perimeter of my yard in the dream. I thought it might belong to my new neighbors who have not moved in yet.

Martha: The thought of the neighbors might have been distraction?

Denice: Could be. I am going down early with the intention of more contact

Martha: Do you need to dream to contact them? So this is different than our galactic friends, if so.

Denice: No. I am just trying a different method. I wanted to see what would happen. Sadly I didn’t know what happened until I woke up.

Meanwhile Clif High posted this on X: 
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