Ode to True Love

If I could dream of the perfection of love, it would have nothing in it of half-truths and insincere proclamations. It would see fleeing toward it from a great distance the beckoning moonbeams decorating the sky or rainbows enticing onlookers to the pot of gold to be found in the blazing amber orchid glowing in the western horizon at sundown, the twilight afterglow, the dancing Indian bands reflected in the play of shadows and light in the night sky venerated as the Northern Lights. It would celebrate the harvest moon and the Mid-Autumn Festival, daybreak and the first burst of sunshine over the horizon, the accompanying cock crow, the mournful call of the mourning dove, and the solitary call of the lunatic loon. Love would see fleeing toward it from a great distance the boundless devotion of the Mother, the true god, the author of all Creation and would be hospitable and devoted enough to receive her venerable kindness, warmest embraces and softest touches. Had you never known true love you would know it when you see, hear, touch, taste and feel it not to mention sense, intuit and imagine it. For once felt it cannot be mistaken for its counterfeit, the bride Death, the Babylonian whore, Ishtar, the painted moon, the pretend virgin, with painted cheek, scarlet neck and terracotta skin. Do not be taken in by the Magdalene, the false queen, the painted princess, the artful seductress and venial threat to all that is holy and whole. Be true to thy self in being true to thy love and thou shalt never stray or go astray. Take your cue from the Mother, who has remained as true to the Father throughout the ages as the filially pious first born male that mourns for three years at the gravesite of his beloved. Have the resolve to be thyself and to choose the mate for which one was intended, thy companion bride, thy twin flame, thy mated soul, thy wedded kin. Embrace thy true fate and explore the wonders of amour, the love dalliances and cosmic play of Krishna and Radha who reinvent Creation with every kiss, nuzzle, cuddle, embrace and comingling. Find your own Vrindaven, the love garden of the true god, the Mother of all Creation and recreation, all birth and rebirth, all erection and resurrection. To thine own self be true in the truth of thy love and thou will have found the secret of Creation, the mysteries of the universe and the clavis that opens the Gates of Paradise.


 

Satire’s the Thing to Catch the Conscience of the Queen

Satire’s the Thing to Catch the Conscience of the Queen
By Timothy Spearman

 
To be politically erect it’s vital that one never get caught with one’s pants up, but simply let fly with whatever comes to mind if you don’t mind. I have a good mind to give them a piece of my mind, but it’s too valuable to give away. I’m not giving out samples for heaven’s sake.
In the current political climate, people like to flow with the current of current affairs and keep their own affairs in the closet. But with all the paedophile scandals emerging in White Hall and the White House, it’s clear that a whitewash just won’t wash with all those white folks in office, which is mighty white of them. Why all these white houses and halls? Well, it’s apparently in commemoration of Sirius the Dog Star, which all the Satanists in political office hail to because apparently that’s where the hail from, ever since the Fallen Angels fell from there and fell for the earth ladies they bred with to create the race of giants known as the Nephilim.
Wow that was a mouthful. Monica eat your… out!
As for the Queen and the Queen Mother, well they’re apparently shape-shifting reptoids from the Lower Fourth Dimension. Well, I would have guessed that, wouldn’t you? I mean who else would be interested in hierarchical sports like polo, equestrian riding, cricket and croquet except lizard-like aliens from other dimensional vistas beyond our space and time?
To be absolutely erect about this political erectness, one should stand tall and proud and let it all hang out like those proud Torontonians of the Great White North who erected one in the middle of their fair city. They even had the audacity to call it the CN Tower, which apparently stands for the Canadian National Tower. Shameless Canucks! Disgusting I know, but that’s political erectness for you!


The Weak Shall Inherit the Dirt

The Weak Shall Inherit the Dirt
Timothy Spermman
It occurs to me that we live in a world of top down management, in which bullies, psychopaths and sociopaths rule the roost. Of course there are variations on the theme, but the orchestrations of the orchestra of life are for the most part the same. In essence the top dog bullies his/her subordinates, who then take it on their underlings, go home and beat the spouse, who then take it out on the kids, until finally the little dog Fido gets it in the neck or the butt depending on which end is available to the end of the boot, chows and bulldogs presenting the added difficulty of not knowing which end is which.
It is a sad fact of human nature that we are a predatory species that prey on the weak. Should you ever find you are unfortunate enough to find yourself in sorry circumstances for God’s sake don’t tell anyone. The predators will defend on the weak or those in weakened condition like so much carrion flesh. You will be torn apart and used for spare body parts faster than a prisoner in a Chinese or North Korean detention camp. In short, you will end up being skinned and made into a lamp shade or have your organs trafficked for someone suffering from cirrhosis of the liver.
Like it or not the weak inherit the dirt. Our governments think they have the right to govern us and our leaders think they need to lead us and do as Pied Pipers into the river. And our rulers think they have the right to rule us, when, if they took the slide ruler to their own honourable members, they would see that they just don’t measure up. In fact, they can’t even get it up on a good day so impotent are they in terms of ruling despite the set of rules and slide rulers they slide their hands up and down. Wankers!

The Saboteurs of Paradise Great Work of Ages

The Mother and I have known each other for a very long time, eons of time in fact. In the time of Christ, the Divine Mother was Jesus’ wife Mary of Arimathea. At that time, she was a healer and was actually responsible for the resurrection of the Christ. Later, the Divine Mother and Father incarnated at the time of Camelot. The Divine Mother was Queen Guinevere and the Divine Father was Sir Gawain the Green Knight. At that time we worked assiduously on behalf of Paradise. While the Luciferians were trying to orchestrate the Great Work of Ages, we continued our campaign to renew Heaven and Earth in an attempt to usher humanity through the Gates of Paradise. Queen Guinevere was under constant surveillance by the Knights Templar and cautioned me to trust no one as the Green Knight.
 
In the Elizabethan era, the Once and Future Queen and King of Heaven returned again as Mary Queen of Scots and Tudor Princes Francis Bacon and Edward de Vere, who together authored the Shakespeare plays. It was the Tudor Princes who tried to save Mary Queen of Scots life with Portia’s speech, “The quality of mercy is not strained”.
 
In these End Times, the Mother and Father have embodied once again as the Divine Mother, Sanda Davis and the Divine Father, Timothy Spearman AKA Timothy Watson. Recently, the Gates of Paradise were opened much to the chagrin of the Archons and their Dark Elohim masters. The Dark Lords have made repeated attempts to assassinate the Mother and Father. In the case of the Father, a speeding car nearly took his life as he attempted to cross a freeway ramp on his bicycle. The car speeding at approximately 100 km per hour took out his front tire, as the Father managed to turn evasively at the last minute to avoid a collision.
 
On another occasion, the Mother and Father were driving south on the Don Valley Parkway in Toronto, when the Divine Mother became cognizant of two motorcyclists on our tail. The same motorcyclists actually ended up following us into the underground parking lot of Sanda’s condominium building appropriately found on Queen’s Quay. How did they breach the security system?
 
These two motorcyclists were then followed by a third. It was reminiscent of the three Paparazzi motorcyclists that appeared at Prince Diana’s assassination site in a Paris tunnel. Sanda explained that they came from another dimension or timeline. She also explained that, on a separate timeline, the motorcyclists drew guns and assassinated us, but in the timeline in question, they were actually there to protect us and give us the all clear. Fortunately, the Divine Mother managed to drive her car into the right dimensional field to save both our lives. What can I say? It’s been quite a ride since meeting the Mother in February of 2015.           

 


Now You See Me, Now You Don’t

Now You See Me, Now You Don’t
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The Divine Mother Sanda had an eventful night tonight. There were several attempts on her life by the Archons and the Dark Elohim. She asked me what happened. My omniscient level was able to perceive what happened to her. She was being tracked in her vehicle as she drove home to Toronto from Burlington, so she had to change routes and timelines several times. At one occasion, the Archons deployed an energy weapon on her, but she switched timelines. When the police cars arrived at the scene, she was not involved in the incident, but viewed it from a distance, which is strange because she and her vehicle were the target.
Another attack came from the sky. It was the Dark Elohim who oversee the Archons. They deployed a weapon in a three-pronged attack, but her higher being at the cosmic level erected a shield to deflect the attack. She survived and is very well.
It is no coincidence that I watched “Now You See Me” last night, starring Morgan Freeman and Michael Cain because it relates to what happened tonight. The Divine Mother and the Divine Father often read books or watch TV programs and films that mirror events we are going through, proving that art imitates life, while life imitates art right back again. When I was in my 20s I worked in a theater and found that I would wear costumes to work and then the actors on the stage would come out wearing my identical costume. It used to amaze the front of house staff.
Why this is relevant is that The Mother had a money transfer authorized tonight at the Divine level tonight. The being that was assigned to block the funds wasn’t paying attention because he was too busy watching the circus sideshow. He was convinced the Archons and Dark Elohim would succeed. As if by magic, the money transfer went through and could not be blocked. He was defeated by his own hubris. He has already undergone a tribunal at the hands of the Archons for his failure of duty and is relegated to remain in the dark for eons of time, which may as well be eternity since time tends to run really slow when you’re not having fun.
I know this must seem like fantasy fiction, delusion but as the old saying goes, truth is stranger than fiction. I don’t know about stranger, but it is certainly just as strange. Some people might find The Mother and Father hard to understand, but as more and more people make the transition to Paradise, things will become progressively surreal until they come to realize that the universe was always a much more magical mystery tour than they ever quite new or imagined. It is good to have Mother and Father as tour guides in the universe!  They were there before the universe was there! They know how it works!  To have them on earth embodied in us, reminds the universe how loved earth is! 


The Mother of the Father Has Passed, May She Find Peace

The Mother of the Father Has Passed, May She Find Peace
The Divine Mother lost her mother last month. The Father lost his mother today. Many of the people who brought the divine beings into the world to make the world a better place are departing at this time. Why now? Because their work is done. The Divine Mother’s mother was the Holy Spirit of the World. My mother volunteered to bring me into the world, but was totally unprepared for the destiny that awaited me on the Earth plane. Neither one of us was prepared for the difficulties that attended my life path. No one bargained on the level of betrayal The Divine Mother and I were destined to confront. No one anticipated the level of sedition and betrayal in Heaven and Earth. It has been unprecedented in the world-historical and galactic annals. Perhaps that’s why they call this liminal period after the fall and before the Ascension the End Times. Never has there been a more painful birthing period. Let us now bid a fond farewell to the Mothers of Paradise. As they came into the world to give birth to Paradise, so they depart from the world at the appointed hour to take on a higher birth in the next life and to return as Birds of Paradise, like Chandchakoras birds that feed on moonbeam nectar and cavort around the clouds in their nocturnal dalliance in the sky amid the throne of Creation.


Miracle on Paradise One St

  Miracle on Paradise One St
The night of September 2, 2015, The Mother vowed that if she got her wish the impediments to me achieving money and job success would be removed. I have felt quite desperate of late with winter approaching and the planned visit of my daughter this Christmas. Last night I prayed for a miracle to the Father. What happened next proved to me that miracles still happen. I have experienced them before and have written about them in my autobiography “Sailing the Seven C’s”, but the three miracles that occurred today are quite remarkable.
The first miracle was when my housemate of six years came home with a money gift of $100, the first such gift I have received from him in 6 years. Now that was a miracle. He got paid for something and decided to give me half as he knew I was tight for funds.
The second miracle occurred today at school. An elderly man came on the elevator, walking with two canes to assist him. He thanked me for holding the elevator for him. I then let him get off first. I then proceeded to hold the doors for him so he wouldn’t struggle opening the door. In gratitude he handed me a small pocket-size version of the New Testament. He informed me with a beaming smile that God loved me. He said that he was in the habit of handing copies of the New Testament out to people he found deserving, like those who hold doors open for disabled people.
The third miracle followed quickly on the heels of the gift of the Bible. I saw my old principal and rushed over to say hello. He was all smiles and asked if I had managed to get my teaching certificate. I declared that I had not and so he encouraged me to do so. I had been reluctant to do so because of the expense and time constraints involved, but he assured me that it would not be so onerous as I imagined due to my experience. He vowed that he would re-hire me in September if I managed to get the ball rolling on the certification.
Thanks to the Mother and Father God, Paradise is starting to roll. I just have to make sure I don’t fall off the wagon into my bad habits and chase away the Grace of the Holy Spirit. If I continue to follow the path of correction outlined by the infinitely patient Mother, I will continue to enjoy my place in the sun in Paradise. Visit the Mother’s page so you can learn what it takes: www.sandadavis.com.
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“Anti-Life Health Agenda”.

“Anti-Life Health Agenda”.
The Divine Mother, Sanda Davis, has made me aware of the existence of an Anti-Universe. As I understand her teachings, the Anti-Father, who wished to make himself the male aspect of God, sought to do away with the Father and the universe of the Father by creating a series of Antis, i.e. Anti-Life, Anti-Order, Anti-Justice, Anti-Paradise, and their corresponding Entities of Lawlessness, the Dark Law, Death, etc. 
If we apply the metaphysics to physics, we can see that in keeping with the principal “As Above So Below,” there are many Anti-Life, Anti-Vitality and Anti-Health principles being applied in medicine as we speak. What do we call the very immune system components that are supposed to protect us but Anti-bodies! This means that we are not protected by our Divine spiritual bodies. Instead, we have Anti-bodies, which are a double-edged sword, in that they can be made to attack the very body they are meant to serve, as they do in the case of auto-immune diseases. And what causes this situation but Anti-biotics, which act as the catalyst or locust for turning the Anti-bodies against the host body! 
Vaccinations do the same thing, as the seeds of illness are planted with the vaccines. For instance, the CDC recently got caught concealing the truth about vaccines contributing to the soaring stats for autism. On a related point, autism was virtually unheard of in China before vaccination was recently introduced over there. Donald Trump recently put his presidential hopes on the line to expose the truth about the link between vaccination and autism, holding the documented evidence in his hand. That’s integrity. Sad that Anti-Universe, Anti-God and Anti-Christ have been able in the past to so gain the upper hand that we experienced such resident evil on this planet for so long. Now thanks to the whistle-blowers, the Anti-Health, Anti-Vitality and Anti-Life agendas are coming apart at the seams so it seems.


Time is money

If you haven’t seen the film “In-Time”, it’s a good way to understand the saying “Time is money.” Probably no time in history makes the relationship clearer. We have such a desperate time trying to keep up with the cost of living that our time has become precious, since we hardly have any “free” time at all. It has reached the point where we are paying so much for travel that we need to choose jobs in our living environment so we don’t have to pay exorbitant travel costs that would cut into our meager pay. I personally travel thirty kilometers by bike to get to and from work, sometimes for only $40 per day.
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But the Paradise shift of the ages has offered a solution. Right choices and right living offer the reward of adding time to our time allowance. If 50 years was not enough for you to realize your dream, what if your quota of time were doubled or tripled so that you would have double or triple the time to engage in good works. Well, according to the Divine Mother, Sanda Davis, that is exactly what is on offer as you pass through the Gates of Paradise. How does one enter the Gates of Paradise? By doing no harm. By doing good. By engaging in fruitful activity that is of benefit to others. By finding true love. By behaving responsibly and transmitting love rather than harm.
Such actions actually increase vitality and longevity. The more right action we embrace the more positive results we gain, according to The Mother. We add years to our lives by adding substance to our existence. Paradise increases exponentially the more attributes we develop that are consistent with Paradise. Are you curious to know what the 30 attributes of Paradise are? Visit The MOTHER’S Page and see for yourself.