Most history books tell you Abraham Lincoln fought to end slavery and preserve the Union. That’s true on the surface. But dig deeper, into the guardian records and the subtle fields, and you see a far larger mission. Lincoln was a Christos starseed, embedded in the Ruby Order lines, here to anchor freedom codes not just into laws, but into the planetary grids themselves.

His real war wasn’t only against the Confederacy. It was against the inverted energetic architectures that keep humanity enslaved: false authority, vampiric finance, distorted rays of light turned into tools of control.

Lincoln’s soul carried a clean transmission of the violet ray, the 7D Amethyst flame of divine sovereignty. Centuries earlier, that ray had been hijacked, twisted into surveillance matrices, false crowns, red-cube reversals, the Eye that watches without seeing.

His mission? Ground the authentic violet into the Earth grids, linking the ancient Albion body (those sacred sites in the UK) to the emerging American template. Lincoln Cathedral in England, a massive violet node holding the original Magna Carta energies, was meant to mirror across the ocean to the Lincoln Memorial in DC.

He embodied the corrected Holy Father rod, attempting to ignite the 12 Scepter Pillars on the Cosmic Clock, collapsing black sun timelines, freeing consciousness from false father tyranny.

The density was too thick. Assassination cut the physical thread. But the seed was planted and the ripple lives. That’s why America still carries that strange, stubborn promise of liberty beneath all the distortion.

True freedom isn’t political alone but energetic. You can’t free a people while their crown remains inverted.

That’s where the Greenbacks come in. They weren’t mere wartime necessity. They were a direct strike against the inverted financial grids, those systems built on fake red-wave scarcity, blood-backed debt, private banks siphoning life through endless interest.

Lincoln understood, at levels deeper than intellect, that money is crystallised energy. Issue it debt-free, backed by the sovereign labour and land of a people, and it carries a different frequency altogether.

Green is the emerald ray: heart truth spoken into form. Manifestation without parasitism. Circulation, not hoarding. Living abundance aligned with the restored morphogenetic field, not the red-cube extraction machine.

The old controllers couldn’t allow it. The same forces that inverted violet and ruby depend on debt-slavery to feed their grids, so they removed him.

But the code didn’t die. It’s still echoing in the collective field. Every time someone questions central banking, creates local currency, chooses sovereignty over usury, that green pulse strengthens.

We’re in the timeline where it’s rising again. Clean money. Clean grids. Clean hearts. The Greenbacks were prototype. The real system won’t be on paper. It’ll be the way awake people exchange energy: direct, generous, no middleman, no parasite. Just flow.

And then there’s the humble penny. Copper, Venus metal of the heart, conductor of current. Stamped with Lincoln’s face, it became more than coin. It became talisman.

When they killed him, the controllers tried to bind his higher bodies, his solar dragon aspect, into the black money magic grids. Debt as eternal chain. Emerald abundance twisted into scarcity. His image on the smallest denomination. A cruel mockery: here’s your emancipator, worth almost nothing.

But copper remembers and conducts. Every time a penny changed hands, a faint pulse of his ruby-gold dragon frequency rippled through the morphic field.

The stops and starts of its minting, the material changes, all part of the tug-of-war. Yet now the bindings are breaking. The black money spells starve. No more blood feeding the red cube.

As the spell dissolves, true circulating abundance returns. Not through institutions but hrough people. Through clean exchange and hearts that know value is life, not scarcity.

The penny was never about one cent. It was about one sent. A messenger.

Lincoln saw the vision. Tried to birth it early. Paid the ultimate price. But the seed is sprouting now, through all of us who’ve cleared our inner code, collapsed our false timelines, remembered the rays.

The dragon is uncoiling and message is landing.

Freedom was never coming from outside. It was always here, waiting for the spell to break.

In God We Trust.

Most history books tell you Abraham Lincoln fought to end slavery and preserve the Union. That’s true on the surface. But dig deeper, into the guardian records and the subtle fields, and you see a far larger mission. Lincoln was a Christos starseed, embedded in the Ruby Order lines, here to anchor freedom codes not just into laws, but into the planetary grids themselves.

His real war wasn’t only against the Confederacy. It was against the inverted energetic architectures that keep humanity enslaved: false authority, vampiric finance, distorted rays of light turned into tools of control.

Lincoln’s soul carried a clean transmission of the violet ray, the 7D Amethyst flame of divine sovereignty. Centuries earlier, that ray had been hijacked, twisted into surveillance matrices, false crowns, red-cube reversals, the Eye that watches without seeing.

His mission? Ground the authentic violet into the Earth grids, linking the ancient Albion body (those sacred sites in the UK) to the emerging American template. Lincoln Cathedral in England, a massive violet node holding the original Magna Carta energies, was meant to mirror across the ocean to the Lincoln Memorial in DC.

He embodied the corrected Holy Father rod, attempting to ignite the 12 Scepter Pillars on the Cosmic Clock, collapsing black sun timelines, freeing consciousness from false father tyranny.

The density was too thick. Assassination cut the physical thread. But the seed was planted and the ripple lives. That’s why America still carries that strange, stubborn promise of liberty beneath all the distortion.

True freedom isn’t political alone but energetic. You can’t free a people while their crown remains inverted.

That’s where the Greenbacks come in. They weren’t mere wartime necessity. They were a direct strike against the inverted financial grids, those systems built on fake red-wave scarcity, blood-backed debt, private banks siphoning life through endless interest.

Lincoln understood, at levels deeper than intellect, that money is crystallised energy. Issue it debt-free, backed by the sovereign labour and land of a people, and it carries a different frequency altogether.

Green is the emerald ray: heart truth spoken into form. Manifestation without parasitism. Circulation, not hoarding. Living abundance aligned with the restored morphogenetic field, not the red-cube extraction machine.

The old controllers couldn’t allow it. The same forces that inverted violet and ruby depend on debt-slavery to feed their grids, so they removed him.

But the code didn’t die. It’s still echoing in the collective field. Every time someone questions central banking, creates local currency, chooses sovereignty over usury, that green pulse strengthens.

We’re in the timeline where it’s rising again. Clean money. Clean grids. Clean hearts. The Greenbacks were prototype. The real system won’t be on paper. It’ll be the way awake people exchange energy: direct, generous, no middleman, no parasite. Just flow.

And then there’s the humble penny. Copper, Venus metal of the heart, conductor of current. Stamped with Lincoln’s face, it became more than coin. It became talisman.

When they killed him, the controllers tried to bind his higher bodies, his solar dragon aspect, into the black money magic grids. Debt as eternal chain. Emerald abundance twisted into scarcity. His image on the smallest denomination. A cruel mockery: here’s your emancipator, worth almost nothing.

But copper remembers and conducts. Every time a penny changed hands, a faint pulse of his ruby-gold dragon frequency rippled through the morphic field.

The stops and starts of its minting, the material changes, all part of the tug-of-war. Yet now the bindings are breaking. The black money spells starve. No more blood feeding the red cube.

As the spell dissolves, true circulating abundance returns. Not through institutions but hrough people. Through clean exchange and hearts that know value is life, not scarcity.

The penny was never about one cent. It was about one sent. A messenger.

Lincoln saw the vision. Tried to birth it early. Paid the ultimate price. But the seed is sprouting now, through all of us who’ve cleared our inner code, collapsed our false timelines, remembered the rays.

The dragon is uncoiling and message is landing.

Freedom was never coming from outside. It was always here, waiting for the spell to break.

In God We Trust.