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Tilda
Hi, boys.
There are still some strange traces left in the field — something like arrogance and the urge to seize women.
And that is not good.
Girls are meant to be protected and loved.
So let’s clean the energies.
At 12:00, the medics, the military men, and the Arabs will lead the field.
Boys, you will clean all of this out.
At 10:00, I will do a cleansing.
I will go into the physical layer,
so get ready —
the body will start voicing its complaints.
I want to remove every program around tolerating things.
Tolerating bad treatment.
Tolerating abuse.
Devaluation.
And all the other nasty filth.
Basically,
the habit of enduring something
when it has long been time to say:
Even if that person is dear to us.
No one gets to wipe their feet on us.
I hope they discharge me soon.
And then we can all gather together,
drink tea,
and watch something about Ancient Egypt.
Now, about the evening.
I have a special request.
Especially for Mr. Caleb.
Closer to 16:00,
a special influence begins,
and I shake all over until night,
because someone is very clearly pushing his will through.
My beloved Mr. Caleb,
please have mercy on me and the field.
Your energy is so powerful
that my body starts glitching.
And at this rate,
I suspect they will never discharge me.
And I,
as you can imagine,
would already very much like to be home.