He inquired of an invisible dominator masculine, “They like Dogs? Do they make their life better?”
Unfortunately, they like to get in my mental space, so they get to hear my opinion.
I responded, “How is it you are in management of anyone if you are ignorant of the fact that having someone or something to love and care for makes life better?”
F-ing Jack wagons.
Oblivious to the intricacies of relationship which make life worth living.
Dogs are friends, guardians, children, protectors, companions who accept without judgement and are always happy to see us, willing to go and do whatever it is we ask …
That masculines ignorance is astounding. Who decided he was worthy of leadership?
Many of the tarot readers seem to be picking up on the same energies. I find it intriguing and assuring. It tells me the messages are more accurate, and perhaps showing that the collective are having much the same experiences, even tho the “characters” in our story are different.
It shows that we are actually not only more alike than we thought, but are living the same experience in many ways. It’s eerie, fascinating, and expanding in the field of conscious awareness.
I’m excited to know we are so similar … true sisters and brothers of experience … its understandable how we often feel we are “mirroring” or being seen as a mirror.
It’s strange we might just be Mr smiths ourselves, living nearly the same experiences with different “characters” playing similar roles in our life, as seen through our personal, particular and individual trauma experiences, and the emotional scars we wear.
When a benevolent god or godlike figure chooses a lesser being to speak for them, their reasons for doing so will vary. Sometimes they’re not omniscient enough to work alone. Sometimes, they’re so alien they can’t talk well to humans. Sometimes, whatever they have to say will be more palatable or plausible coming from a fellow human. Sometimes, the emissary themselves is special in some heretofore-unknown way. Or, maybe the god just wants their calls screened.
Whatever the reason, the emissary will rarely be grateful for the honor. Fits of existential frustration and insecurity are common — after all, what need does a god have for a human? Emissaries may also fear that they’ve gone insane, or be subject to assassination attempts by jealous dogmatists. Sometimes the god is temperamental, or drags them far from home. Frequently, such stories are focused on the emissary’s cross-purpose yet friendly relationship with the divine.
Emissaries are usually Badass Normal, protected only by “coincidence” or magic on loan from their god. Incorruptible Pure Pureness is, of course, a job requirement. An emissary’s Mission from God, if they have a specific one, is always diplomatic—anything else is a last resort. They may be nominated to inform the populace that God Is Displeased, or that trope may result from an emissary being ignored. Unwanted False Faith can also be a related trope, when the emissary’s audience is unable to see the forest for the trees. Usually this trope happens to mortals, but can occasionally happen to an angel or other less mortal race.
Super-Trope for The Chosen One, since this emissary doesn’t have to be foretold or born for the mission.
Looks like this trope but isn’t:Mouth of Sauron (the spokesman for an evil deity or organization who isn’t empowered to act independently or speak their own mind), Pals with Jesus (when the god wants companionship, not an employee), Seers/Oracles (someone who can see the future, and may or may not receive that power from a deity), Symbiotic Possession ( the god wants a collaborator and won’t do full-blown possession lasting more than an emergency few minutes), and Witch Doctor (a ritualist who compels higher powers to help them, instead of the other way around).
Could it be the avatars of darkness are no longer able to function? Like, the parasitic spirit attachment no longer has a low vibrational host to attach to?
“Don’t go sharing your emotions, lay all your love on me!”
I love me. I choose me. Everyone in my life chose something other than me. Wanted me to believe I was broken somehow, needing fixing, unworthy of pure love in my brokenness. I chose me. I had to. I give to me all my love, time and services.
Don’t come to me with your problems. Your burden is no longer my responsibility.
And frankly, I don’t care anymore… about anything you have going other than your discovery of your own ability to manage your own shit.
May the Most High bless you with the wisdom and endurance necessary for the reward which comes thru perseverance … the reward which you believe you can just steal. Just take.
For 20 years I heard the tormented screams and cries of children begging for someone to save them. For 20 years I yearned for silence, doing everything possible to keep self from falling into madness.
“Normal” people think being psychic means the mind is broken. They don’t hold back their cruelty in this regard.
Now days, big shifts are happening. The cries of the children are near silent, at least for me. (Thanks be to the Most High, my King, and our beloved family, this collective of Soul, with many skills and talents, expertise on many levels, in many realms).
Sometimes I like to listen to heavy metal guitar. I have a current favorite, Tommy Johansson. I don’t know if it’s his baby face or what, but he is fascinating.
Last night Spirit said silence is golden.
Yes. It is.
To be able to sit in meditation without the cries, without the taunting, the maddening and brutal attack upon my consciousness, is pure bliss.
However, I still hear them, these interfering dominators, god wannabees.
So occasionally, as I enjoy freedom of expression and free will choice, I choose what to fill my head space with. As I hear complaint, I smile. The darker aspect of self is pleased my taunting, tormenter companions disprove my choice. It pleases me greatly, for I actually enjoy it very much. The fact it upsets them is just a bonus.
Years ago, I had vision of a silent woman. She wore a burnt orange turban, matching dress. Her hands were folded at her waist. She had light skin. It was as though she was asking me for help. Later, she appeared again. Her headwear was a worn out scarf, not even pretty, and her dress was unmatched rags. She looked panicked. They punished her for appearing before me.
When I hear “silence is golden” I think of the children, I think of this woman, and many others I won’t get into at this time.
I get angry.
How dare you dictate to me what I contribute or don’t in this space? How dare you try to control my menu, my movement, my expression?
For twenty years we ALL heard the children. We ALL watched as men in the astral were in “rutting season”, seeking an energy source (lower chakra, sexual energy) suitable for them … all while the children cried.
I spit on them!
And I spit on those who would attempt to silence me.
Piss on you.
My King has stated you’ll get what you deserve. He is Truth. And I Am Patient.
Aho.
Oh don’t it hurt deep inside To see someone do something to her Oh don’t it pain to see someone cry How especially if that someone is her
Silence is golden But my eyes still see Silence is golden, golden But my eyes still see
Talking is cheap people follow like sheep Even though there is no where to go How could she tell he deceived her so well Pity she’ll be the last one to know
Silence is golden But my eyes still see Silence is golden, golden But my eyes still see
How many times will she fall for his lines Should I tell her or should I be cool And if I tried I know she’d say I lied Mind your business don’t hurt her you fool
Silence is golden But my eyes still see Silence is golden, golden But my eyes still see But my eyes still see But my eyes still see
When a human injures itself, it’s body can regenerate. When it’s emotional body is blown apart by heartbreak, it heals and is at some point able to love again.
Humans are the Genesis project. And perhaps now, the Regenesis project.
I’m curious about clones, the synthetic beings.
If they don’t have a chakra system, a connection to Source, when they cut themselves, or otherwise injure themselves, do they have the ability to regenerate like humans do?
Maybe that is why we are so hated. And why so many go missing every year. They require the essence of the products of the genesis project.
They can’t survive without harvesting this essence.
I truly believe most “people” are synthetic. Satan cloned the bioforms of many, using dna from the ancestry testing sites and such. He needed many warriors to come against the Most High and family.
They drained the essence out of humanity and used its power, it’s vitality, to try and conquer the Most High, Creation itself flowing in all beings. They harvested the vitality of the supposed “challengers” and used it against them.
Now that the essence is being returned, the synthetics are having a hard time, it seems. Now that a separation has occurred, it appears that which can no longer feed is fizzling.
Of course, I don’t really know if it’s fizzling, seems to be a sense of it rather than “proof”.
Honestly, I feel this is what’s behind the attempted imprisonment. They wish control of the vitality in humanity. Most of humanity have been locked down, mind wiped, disconnected and put in low vibrational situations. Purposefully this was done to prevent them from defending themselves and their essence, that gift from the Most High.
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