I’ve been having conversation in my head with the “Essence of my Essence”, the One who gifted me life when mine adversary attempted time, after time, to strip it from me. God. As I know Him.
I woke last night for a late night malted milk ball snack and through my mind ran the words, “Flesh of my Flesh.”
I’m ecstatic.
Morning song message
I love our Family!!!
Such a beautiful message Spirit. I’m so grateful you are here!
You know how many times I’ve been told I’d never make it on my own? That I lacked what it took to care for self? Many. And I said piss the f off!! And at times I survived on top ramen and baked potatoes, but I actually really love baked potatoes and top ramen. Public transportation … bicycle transport … sleeping on the floor in a sparsely furnished apartment .. for a time even, houseless, sleeping in my car. f-them. Freedom often doesn’t look extravagant. But it’s priceless and worth fighting for.
They target the mind, filling it with jargon and trash. They need you in agreement with whatever storyline they give you. They need you to agree to your own limitations, your helpless inability to affect positive change. They need you to rely on them to tell you who you are and what you are capable of.
Stop confirming their lies, their made-up storyline about you! Don’t agree, or take on as truth the bullshit word magic spoken over you and your life to make you small or break you, to minimize you.
They take your song, the blessing of God given essence, coded particularly with your own self for personal expression in this world, and they change the notes, the tune, the tempo. And they’ll rewrite it occasionally, rescript you .. f them bishes.
Some folks can’t stand to see you shine.
They’ll demand you utilize this shiny goodness to fulfill their wishes and demands.
Man!! A friggen TREE is friendlier than many family members or “friends”.
Claim your song.
Creator coded it and gifted it special to you.
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.
“Those who shall not live by the law SHALL DIE BY THE LAW!“
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here I am. Send me!”
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).
Original post here: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EmissaryFromTheDivine
Looks like our Sun is quite active as of late. Many don’t want folks to know this. Panic. Lower vibrational entities won’t survive this influx.
https://x.com/sunweatherman?s=21&t=zsZI5mlc1igVGWFu2MUwig
Email: webmaster@esa.nascom.nasa.gov
https://soho.nascom.nasa.gov/contact/webmaster.html
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?
“If you love me don’t let go.”
“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.
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