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Post by Admin on Aug 6, 2024 7:26:11 GMT
Larry Hoover TO BE PARDONED in 2024 w/ the help of Forgotten Prisoners TV show
(These colonizers need to be embarrassed as hell if they watched this man make hundreds of thousands of dollars from prison, for 17 years. The whole case sounds bogus. There would be more data here on Larry Hoover except I couldn't find anything of a positive nature on this man or any conversation from Larry himself. I will keep looking. It reminds me of how the
Rise of the Moors Militia was treated after they were kidnapped off I-95 Massachusetts and all good press about them just disappeared off the internet and never been seen since.)
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Post by Admin on Aug 7, 2024 0:57:11 GMT
(To bring all the gangs of Chicago together. Wow, what a concept. Didn't somebody already have this idea once? Let me think, oh yeah it was Larry Hoover.)
https://www.tiktok.com/@beatsboxingmayhem/video/7190045853065743662
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Post by Admin on Aug 11, 2024 2:31:17 GMT
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Post by Admin on Aug 18, 2024 1:09:24 GMT
So much trouble and upset occurred in the time during and after creating this post. The colonists really, really know that their time is up and they do not want us to rise. Shout-out to Rod Hayes (Chief Pontiac) for spearheading this spiritual endeavor.
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Post by Admin on Aug 31, 2024 11:32:58 GMT
We three kings (belt stars) of Orient (Orion) are
Bearing gifts (gold, frankincense, myrrh) we traverse afar.
Field (electromagnetic field) and fountain (iron), Moor and mountain (buried under rock in the mud flood),
Following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of night (navel star, Alnilam pointing like an arrow to the horizon at sunset in Kemet),
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect Light (The Aboriginal Moor).
Born a king on Bethlehem's plain (Antichrist, the devil),
Gold (best conductor of electricity and heat shield) I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign (rain magnetic iron).
O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect Light.
Myrrh (Mer, Muur) is mine: Its bitter perfume
Breaths a life of gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb (buried in rock of the mud flood).
O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect Light.
Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and Sacrifice (sac[sacroiliac]-rift-ice).
All-el-uia, all-el-uia!
Sounds through the earth and skies.
O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect Light
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Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2024 4:51:36 GMT
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Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2024 4:57:22 GMT
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Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2024 5:01:33 GMT
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Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2024 5:05:45 GMT
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Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2024 5:09:42 GMT
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Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2024 6:27:15 GMT
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Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2024 6:38:18 GMT
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Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2024 6:47:30 GMT
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Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2024 7:00:11 GMT
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Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2024 7:09:17 GMT
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