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CHRISTMAS EVE EVE QANTICLE 2022

PART SEVEN

As it took shape, it did indeed appear to be a fairly simple lock and key set - but beautifully crafted. It was a work of art. The lock had iron as the base metal, round, about 33 inches in diameter, and about 18 inches thick. It had inlaid silver and gold running though it in regular geometric patterns. *

*Seymour was with Hemmingway almost the whole time. Except for the night four years ago when texokie had first met Seymour, he had never looked so wrinkled and smudged. Truth to tell, she was a bit smudged herself, but did not realize it. The loose string on her sweater was a bit longer. But she could see the progress whenever she came into the shed with meals, covfefe, and other comforts and items they requested, and to do her own prayer vigil work*

*Hemmingway had changed into a dark brown muslin outfit, and was very smudged as one might expect. Texokie could see that he was putting everything he had into the project. Often he would encourage and instruct texokie in her devotions and would give her the particular visualizations she and the FReeQs needed to focus on for particular points in the process. She heard him often doing his own devotions to the "God of us all” in the beautiful elven language, usually as he laid down a band of gold or silver. His concentration on his work was total.*

* Seymour had an almost constant quiet stream of uplifting songs and prayers coming from his mouth in a pure baritone voice, while assisting Hemmingway with the bellows and other jobs as directed by Hemmingway*

*As the “gopher” of the project, texokie saw to it that piles of sandwiches, cookies, veggie trays, and of course, covfefe in abundance was available not only to Seymour and Hemmingway, but also for the FReeQs. She was aided by many other FReeQS in keeping those goodies available*

The Qanteen and especially the Quiet Room was full of FReeQs round the clock. They were doing a pure stream of “Our Fathers”. The Our Fathers were laced with individuals taking turns saying prayers for the success of the project, for the protection of children, youth, our families, the economy, the drumbeat of war, the media, the ousting of the Enemy, and all the other issues which are plaguing our nation and the world at this time. The first office had a number of FReeQs in it reading “Promise,” "Gratitude,"and “Praise” scriptures together. The second office had FReeQs reading favorite powerful passages from the Torah and Old Testament together.. There was a large gathering of FReeQs gathered around the Steinweigh. They were engaged in singing hymns, praise music, Christmas Qarols, and patriotic favorites.*

FReeQs and Prayer Warriors of various different religious traditions were tucked away in small groups throughout the Qanteen giving forth their devotions. Someone had nudged aside the ladders and paint cans and carpet rolls in the new unfinished Plandemic Memorial Room so there were now Rosaries and songs pouring forth from there as well.

Hemmingway had requested that certain pieces of music be played because they had the capacity to not only help in building the power needed for the project, but also to stabilize all the power being invoked by the FReeQs correctly for his use. He created a Playlist, and included such masterpieces as the Beethoven Symphonies, Strauss Waltzes, Bach, Mozart, some opera selections, Pia Jesu, and many other Masterpieces. The music wafted through the Qitchen as FReeQs took their breaks. Hemmingway also requested that Sousa marches and certain patriotic music recordings also be played continuously. Blu and Cletus and the Qarage guys kept those going out in the Qarage. They had a good sound system out there, and they put it to good use!

Greeneyes had opened up one of the greenhouses, and had her excellent sound system out there playing the Hemmingway Playlist interspersed with Christmas Qarols and the Sousa marches.

Texokie could see that often FReeQs would move from one group to another. OH there was such a joyful noise to the Lord being lifted from all over the Qanteen! The FReeQs so wanted to help Seymour produce that new technology, for they realized how important it could be.*

The finished key was incredible. The handle/head of it was in the shape of a repousse rose, about 5 inches in diameter, 3 inches thick, with the petals delineated by the gold and silver inlays. There were flashes of gold and silver along the shaft. The 4 karat natural star ruby was nestled in the middle of the repousse petals. The shaft was 17 inches long. Hemmingway had it finished by the evening of December 23 - Christmas Eve-Eve. *

END PART SEVEN

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2,138 posted on 12/22/2022 10:24:39 AM PST by TEXOKIE
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CHRISTMAS EVE EVE QANTICLE 2022


PART EIGHT

*The FReeQs, while being a little tired, in some ways, felt more energized than they usually did at this time of year. It had been explained to them that the elven technology would be able to penetrate into the cause and core of the tightly wound matrices of darkness the Enemy had constructed world-wide. When the technology would be activated, there would be immediate, but subtle changes in the way things would roll out from then on. The Plan at all levels would be able to be executed without blemish or opposition. Seymour gathered them together again, and told them he was so proud of them and grateful for their help; it would truly make the difference in this phase of the war for Freedom on this planet. He showed them the lock and key, which received ooooohs and awwwwwwwws from all the FReeQs. He then dismissed them with his fervent best wishes for a Merry Christmas and deep thanks. *

*The FReeQs dispersed to their own homes in the area for preparations for the blessed coming of Christmas; they were way behind, but they did not mind a bit. They knew that the Lord was blessing them and their families abundantly because of the work they had done together.*

*Texokie, General Seymour and Hemmingway were alone in the Qanteen Qommon Room in front of the magnificent tree with the lock and key. It was hard to believe they were really finally finished making it, and that they were getting ready to leave to place the new lock and key into space pronto. Seymour hugged her.*

Seymour, please don’t be a stranger! Please come see us again, OK? It isn’t just me now. The FReeQs now know and love you too. We ALL want to see you again!

I will try to do so, texie.

You must do more than TRY, Seymour! Please come! You’re the guy with the TARDIS, after all!

*Seymour grins and gives it up as a bad job to try to persuade texokie again that there is no TARDIS. He knew she knew better, but was being stubborn on that point.*

Yes, I see what you mean. Barring national security concerns, I PROMISE that when it is possible, I will come see you and the FReeQs again!

That’s all I ask, my Marine FRiend!

*Hemmingway reached his arms up to her, and she picked him up and they hugged each other too. She let him back down*

Hemmingway, will I see you again soon?

Oh texokie, maybe not so soon. You will have a very quiet Qloset now - at least for a while. I’m going to be very busy with other elves guiding the energies released in this new lock and key. Please, don’t ever forget me! One day, when the immediate crisis is over I may be able to resume my residence with all of you here in the Qanteen.

I hope the Qanteen never disbands, texokie - even when we have peace again. Your Qanteen FReeQs and Prayer Warriors are the heroes in this tale, and they can’t ever truly know the full extent of how true that is. At least not for a good while to come. They have forged more than a lock and key with me. They have forged ties with each other and with me which will persist far longer than they can ever imagine, even if they are not aware that they know me.

They are an amazing collection of minds and hearts, aren’t they?

Yes, they are, texokie.

“Hemmingway.” Is that your real name?

Actually it is, texokie. I chose it thousands of years ago.

Why did you choose it, Hemmingway?

Well, one meaning of “Hemming” is to hem, or to sew a finishing seam. Sometimes even to fix something.

Another meaning is to enclose or confine (usu. fol. by in, around, or about ): hemmed in by enemies. That is the meaning I think of in my name.

“Way” is the way I’ve chosen. My “Way” is to let my enemies think they have surrounded me, but truly I have surrounded them. You and the Qanteen FReeQs helped me greatly this time. We have surrounded them real good….and the bad guys don’t even know it yet. The FReeQs’ vigil made it possible.

Texokie, I must go now. Be at peace, and Merry Christmas.

*texokie waved at the small magnificent being in the smudged brown muslin who was embarking on a long journey into space with Seymour. They disappeared with the flash of light, ozone, and unpleasant smell. She would miss him terribly, and couldn’t even talk about him*.

*Texokie felt so wistful as the “TARDIS” took away her friends. It was hard to say goodbye to them. She and the FReeQs, under the direction of Hemmingway and General Seymour, had accomplished something that would afford them and possibly the World a merry Christmas this year and perhaps for many years to come. Such a joyful thing!*

*Texokie would miss Hemmingway, from whom she had learned so much. He had taught her the rudiments of how to concentrate - truly concentrate - on the Lord in her prayers, and let Him do the Work through her. She was a little less “raw” in her abilities now. She had learned from him and respected him. Through him, indirectly, she knew that the already considerable abilities of the Qanteen FReeQs and Prayer Warriors had also deepened; the Project had required it. She shed a few tears, which made some salt circles on her trifocals. She whispered as she wiped them away*

Oh Hemmingway, I will NEVER forget you! Merry Christmas to you too, my dear friend and teacher.

*Texokie sat down on the cushions under the Steinweigh. Something poked her in the arm. It was an envelope. It was from Seymour! She opened it, and it said,*

Qanteen FReeQs and Prayer Warriors, you have done well! Your work is more important than you know. My request, that of Q+, and the strong request from the special individual (who is head of the project you supported,) is that you will NEVER quit your devotions and the invocation of the high levels of energy you learned how to do. They are now needed more than ever before. The Work is just beginning. Peace be with you, and have a very merry Christmas.”

*Texokie hugged the envelope to her but with events of the past three days overcoming her, she fell into a deep sleep, eager to see the FReeQs tomorrow on Christmas Eve and share its words.*

END PART EIGHT AND THE CHRISTMAS QANTICLE 2022

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[My dear FRiends, please note: I had not known yesterday when I posted PART SEVEN that greeneyes had died. She was so special to all of us. I considered her a FRiend. Please know that I am so so sorry to learn of her passing. ]

2,139 posted on 12/23/2022 10:53:23 AM PST by TEXOKIE ( )
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