The arrows and the congruent story point the way. I’m glad I’ve been doing this deep dive into Koand’s work. There’s no doubt left in my mind. We were both born this time into such an extremely degenerate form of this world and all of us together can dig ourselves out of the wreckage.
Money should be a means of exchange to facilitate fair trade for all. It shouldn’t be a way for RICO Puppetmaster to clear this earth so he can have his bright shiny new park (see UN Agenda 21) in order to monopolize all the resources this planet can offer him. He’s going to keep throwing his puppet actor fall guys into the volcano as long as we keep letting him. The bought media never says his name (that I’ve heard except maybe to say that he does “charity”) because he owns that media and he doesn’t want the public to even realize that he exists when he is central to pretty much every thing they do and endure.
A quote from the Koand song New Amsterdam below pretty much says it all.
“Though I look right at home I still feel like an exile”
We’re still in exile because our enemy is still at the wheel. Strange but true and I don’t know what else I can do to prove it. I’ve shown it with mountains of circumstantial evidence. We are from the suppressed dynasty. In a past life, I truly believe I was Duchess of St. Leu and Queen of Holland. Holland had as its capital a city named Amsterdam. Holland is a country known for tulips. I live in New York. New York was once called New Amsterdam. This is getting really crazy. This musician is my other half. It is CRUEL to keep us apart and MAYBE it’s part of why we are so obviously MISERABLE! Maybe we are so disruptive because we CANNOT ENDURE the situation as it is. A situation which keeps us apart because RICO Puppetmaster lives to keep his big lie going. Honest people are a massive threat to his not so hidden dynasty which is built on lies, murder and SLAVERY.
The ones going along with him are worst than Nazi collaborators because when you look into it, the Nazis were just another secret society project designed to conquer, maraud and kill. Yes the Nazis were bad but they were organized and funded by guess who? Can you say that name?
Then they turned my “fame” off when I wouldn’t help them whip up another Nazi type movement in the form of Q. They are utterly exposed to anyone paying attention and all the “publicists” running around trying to keep the lies going look like a bunch of fools running around with their pants down.
I’ve been trying to make my case about Napoleon and Hortense for years. I’ve been saying they were twin flames who were miserable because they couldn’t be together.
I just put up on this blog how Koand said years ago his favorite music is by Beethoven. Beethoven was the most celebrated musician of Napoleon and Hortense’s time. Hortense loved Beethoven’s music and so do I. She was a famous musician. Anyone who has been following this project knows this.
I’m struggling to prove what seemingly cannot be proven.
Why did I let him totally take over my project when I have never even met Koand? Why am I calling him Koand? Why? Think about it. What did Prince do?
I would not dare mess with his name if I wasn’t sure it’s what he would want.
How could he totally take over my project when I’ve never even met him? We are trying to PROVE things to you!!! I hear him say telepathically all day, “this is intolerable. This situation is intolerable.”
He is 100% correct. This situation is intolerable!
"New Amsterdam" Lyrics
You're sending me tulips mistaken for lilies
You give me your lip after punching me silly
You turned my head till it rolled down the brain drain
If I had any sense now I wouldn't want it back again
[Chorus:]
New Amsterdam it's become much too much
Till I have the possession of everything she touches
Till I step on the brakes to get out of her clutches
Till I speak double dutch to a real double duchess
Down on the mainspring, listen to the tick tock
Clock all the faces that move in on your block
Twice shy and dog tired because you've been bitten
Everything you say now sounds like it was ghost-written
[Chorus]
Back in London they'll take you to heart after a little while
Though I look right at home I still feel like an exile
Somehow I found myself down at the dockside
Thinking of the old days of Liverpool and Rotherhide
The transparent people who live on the other side
Living a life that is almost like suicide
[Chorus]