Tag: Messages From Beyond
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Sir Percival’s Paw-litics of Consciousness…
“Listen carefully, because I don’t repeat myself, unless it involves food.” From my vantage point, which now includes both celestial rafters and the occasional phantom armchair, I see your so-called ‘shift in consciousness. You humans are acting like it’s some grand revelation, but to me, it looks like when a kitten finally notices its tail.…
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Sir Percival Ponders…
Sir Percival Ponders: Paw-litics, Plandemics & the Purr-suit of Truth… By Sir Percival, Tomcat of Truth, Archduke of the Afterlife. Well well well… she’s been thinking again. Always dangerous when a woman starts seeing past the curtain, isn’t it? I’ve been watching from the Great Beyond, curled up on my celestial windowsill, tail twitching in…
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Granny Frass – The Milk Was Just the Excuse…
Messages From Beyond: The Milk Was Just the Excuse… So, you think you went to the shop for milk? Ha! Granny Frass says: “God doesn’t send you out for groceries, love. He sends you out to do His Errands.” That milk was nothing but a decoy. The real mission? To stand there, boots on the…
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Sir Percival’s Perspective… 🐾
Ah yes, the smear campaign. Classic tactic of insecure mammals with too much time and not enough grace. There I was, curled up in the Otherworld, tail wrapped, third eye open, licking my metaphysical paw, when I caught wind of the latest nonsense. The Lady, bless her chaotic little soul, had finally found something resembling…
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Aunty Fan – The Living Tell on Themselves…
The Clothes Off His Back: A Message from Aunty Fan… Well, now isn’t this a fine thing to be sitting with on a Sunday? There you are, up to your elbows in your father’s old clothes, shirts still smelling faintly of pipe smoke and aftershave, pockets with old screws and half a Woodbine in then,…
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Today’s Message From Granny Frass…“Not Every Rattle Is a Storm”
A Message from Granny Frass…“For when the world feels noisy, and you’re wondering what to do next…” Now you hush that busy mind of yours for just a minute and let me speak. I can see you thinking five steps ahead and three behind, wearing yourself out trying to fix what was never yours to…