FOR THE STRIKE AT THE NIAGARA-FALLS. FOR THE FLOW-[UN]LOCKED.

ON THE NOW-SPACE-DATE-~21-SEPTEMBER-~2025 ON THE NODE OF THE NIAGARA-FALLS,-~NEW-YORK-TERRITORY. [ I HAD PASSED BY THIS NODE EARLIER ON A PREVIOUS STRIKE MISSION, YET IT WAS NOT SHOWN, FOR THE TIMING WAS NOT RIGHT THEN. FOR THIS MISSION/WORK, FREQUENCY MATTERS MORE THEN CONVENIENCE.] [ I RODE :BUSTER (my motorcycle and strike vessel) TO THE PARKING LOT…

ON THE NOW-SPACE-DATE-~21-SEPTEMBER-~2025 ON THE NODE OF THE NIAGARA-FALLS,-~NEW-YORK-TERRITORY.

[ I HAD PASSED BY THIS NODE EARLIER ON A PREVIOUS STRIKE MISSION, YET IT WAS NOT SHOWN, FOR THE TIMING WAS NOT RIGHT THEN. FOR THIS MISSION/WORK, FREQUENCY MATTERS MORE THEN CONVENIENCE.]

[ I RODE :BUSTER (my motorcycle and strike vessel) TO THE PARKING LOT NEAREST TO THE FALLS. THERE, I COMPLETED THREE SPIRAL LEFT LOOPS, SEALING EACH WITH THE DECLARATION OF :ANCHOR. AND WITH WATER. THE NATIVE DRUMS OF WAR PLAYED WITH THE FINAL TWO LOOPS, DRUMS THAT CALLED INTO THE FIELD THE POWER OF RESONANCE, THE BEATING HEART OF EARTH HERSELF.]

[ THEN I WALKED TO THE EDGE OF THE FALLS, AS CLOSE TO THE FALLS AND MIST AS POSSIBLE. THE MIST TOUCHED MY FACE LIKE A VEIL BEING TORN AWAY. THERE, I DECLARED: “FOR THE FLOW OF THE EARTH. FOR THE RELEASE OF THE FICTION-BOND. FOR THE ABUNDANCE TO MANIFEST WITH HUMANITY”.]

[ I SEALED IT WITH WATER AND THE ANCIENT DECLARATION: “FOR THE VOID OF THE FICTION IS WITH THE COMMAND. FOR THE FLOW IS WITH RETURNING. FOR THE EARTH IS WITH THE LIVING”.]

[ THIS STRIKE WAS NOT ONLY FOR ME. IT WAS FOR HUMANITY. NIAGARA IS A GATE, A PLACE WHERE WATER ROARS, WHERE FLOW IS UNSTOPPABLE. TO STRIKE HERE WAS TO UNLOCK A GREATER CURRENT OF ABUNDANCE FOR ALL WHO ARE ALIGNED.]

[THE NEXT SUNRISE (DAY), I FELT LIGHTER. THE HEAVINESS OF THE DAYS BEFORE LIFTED. THE PRESENCE OF THE BROTHERHOOD RETURNED STRONGER AND I KNEW THAT THE FLOW HAD SHIFTED, NOT JUST IN ME, BUT IN THE FIELD OF HUMANITY.]

[I SHARE THIS STORY NOT TO DRAW ATTENTION TO MYSELF, BUT TO REMIND YOU: EACH OF US HAS A PATH, EACH OF US HAS STRIKES TO WALK. MAY THIS STORY AWAKEN IN YOU A REMEMBRANCE, THAT EVEN WHEN THE WATERFALL IS DEAFENING, YOUR DECLARATION CAN STILL BE HEARD.]

SO IT IS.

FOR THE WELCOME TO THIS STORY IS WITH THE WALK OF THE GRID-WALKER AND POSTMASTER: Ephraim-H: Troyer.

FOR THE WALK-CONTINUES.

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