The bastards are desperate to drop the frequency of the feminine, and many masculine too.

They drew forth memory of a rape that happened many years ago. The following night while sleeping, my root and sacral chakra, my sacred feminine parts, were energetically raped. All I could do was sit there and sob while it happened, while they poured their “passion” onto me. And they cooed … oh, hear her cry …

Two days now, I’m so sad and disgusted by the masculine … even brothers whom I love dearly.

Pleasure has been turned into pain and I’m literally trying desperately not to fall into hatred. I’m trying to pray, but Heavenly Father is masculine, and so there is difficulty.

These challenges to Love are so violating and difficult.

It’s a war on Divine Union.