Driving home the other day after work I passed some roadside construction workers. They wore bright orange t-shirts, very vibrant, and I thought, “Why is it these construction workers wear the same color as some prisoners jumpsuits?” The obvious answer is for visibility, but could it be something else?
Some say the color orange signifies a ‘warning’.
Could it be that the materials used by construction workers pose a significant hazard?
“Weakness in self discipline is a cruel master that kills success, makes happiness an illusive game and Inner Peace an impossible outcome. Develop your connection to, the Power of YOUR Warrior Spirit (your Inner Guide or Master Within) PLUS stay grounded within your body, on planet earth, in this moment in time. It takes practice and discipline, but is worth the effort. Accept the challenge.”
“Awakening is a journey, but you can take leaps. Stay Grounded, “here and now.” Your light is needed as a calm peaceful beam of light. Be Still. Be Peace Profound.”
Neil Raymond Sperling
Here are some of the evil Annunaki beings that have been shitting on our world.
Horus is the one that spoke to Aliester Crowley about setting up 3 World Wars to bring forth the NWO.
None of these beings can be trusted.
The Crowley documentary “The Beast 666” says Crowley spoke to Horus in a summoning. Pike is similarly evil to Crowley.
Is it a penis, or an “A”?
They put these things in front of our faces, never thinking we would put them together to see the full ‘picture’.
Make everything in you an ear, each atom of your being… and you will hear at every moment what the Source is whispering to you, just to you and for you, without any need for my words or anyone else’s. You are—we all are—the beloved of the Beloved, and in every moment, in every event of your life, the Beloved is whispering to you exactly what you need to hear and know.
Who can ever explain this miracle? It simply is. Listen and you will discover it every passing moment. Listen, and your whole life will become a conversation in thought and act between you and Her, directly, wordlessly, now and always. It was to enjoy this conversation that you and I were created.
Written by Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.
[Art: Annelie Solis]