3 short years ago. I thought it was djinn, but it could have been military…. Who knows?
I have never claimed to know it all. I learn as I go. I graduated beyond this experience 3 years ago. Folks who wish to criticize can play teacher on their own channel. I am not anyones religious guru. I was raised in the wilderness by a narcissist who never talked about God. We unknowings are typically the target of the knowing. I raised myself to the best of my ability. I posted this memory as evidence, and reminder, as to where I was vs where I currently am. There is nothing shameful about our journey … Every ounce of knowing developed along the way makes us who we are. There will always be someone who judges our story as insufficient and dangerous for the world. This is what is dangerous, telling the bird it cannot fly without permission. When the Most High, according to my knowing, kicks us out the nest … And says, fly. It upsets me I even have to defend this traumatic memory from an “all knowing” invisible “teacher” who isn’t thee Creator Divine.
Here is another memory from right about this time, info gather from additional research and inquiry…
We are all wounded, bearing invisible scars that lie deep within our souls— where no light dares to reach. We move through life with hearts stitched together by trembling hands and whispered hopes, praying that no one looks too closely. The world teaches us to wear masks, to force a smile when it hurts, to cover our cracks and pretend we are whole.
But the truth is, we are all broken— each of us carrying untold stories we’re too scared to share. The mother who sheds silent tears long after her children have drifted to sleep. The man who laughs the loudest, masking an emptiness that echoes through the night. The friend who always says, “I’m fine,” because she knows that no one truly asks twice.
We bleed differently. Some wounds are fresh— still raw and aching to the touch. Others have formed fragile scabs, but the pain lingers like a ghost, haunting us when we press too hard. And some are buried so deep we’ve convinced ourselves they don’t exist— until something unexpected tears them open again.
Maybe it was betrayal that shattered you. Maybe it was the love you poured out that was never returned. Maybe it was the dream you chased only to be left with empty hands. Or the person you lost too soon— a void that time has failed to fill. Maybe it was the harsh words you endured as a child, or the deafening silence when you needed comfort most.
But listen, love— your wounds do not make you weak. They make you human. They are proof of a life fiercely lived, of battles fought with a heart brave enough to feel. Your pain is a testament to your strength, to the resilience of a soul that refuses to give up.
And though we are all wounded, we are also healers— carrying soft words in our hearts, offering comfort through unspoken understanding. We mend each other with kind gestures, with the warmth of a gentle touch, with a reminder whispered in the quiet— “You’re not alone.” That is how we begin to heal.
So do not hide your wounds. Do not pretend they are invisible. Let them breathe— let them teach you tenderness, reminding you that every soul you meet is fighting a battle unseen.
We are all wounded, but we are also unbreakable. We may stumble, but we rise again. We may break, but we rebuild— stronger, wiser, and braver than before. Our scars are stories— not just of pain and loss but of courage and survival.
So if you feel broken today, know this, my love— you are not alone. You belong to a world of souls who wear their cracks with grace, shining light through their brokenness. And that— that is what makes us beautifully, irrevocably human.
She is his Helper; she is Wisdom—the Spiritual Law written (not on stone tablets like the Ten Commandments) but on the very heart of Christ. The woman in Revelation 12 is the actual image of God’s everlasting covenant.
My child, keep my words and store up my commandments with you; keep my commandments and live, keep my teachings as the apple of your eye; bind them on your fingers, write them on the tablet of your heart. Say to wisdom, “You are my sister.”
“In speaking of ‘a new covenant,’ he has made the first one obsolete. And what is obsolete and growing old will soon disappear” (NRS Heb. 8:13). But in Revelation John is seeing something quite different. He is witnessing the opening of the true temple… and what he sees inside is not an empty room with an obsolete stone covenant; instead, he is shown God’s Living and Spiritual Covenant–the Holy Spirit:
Then God’s temple in heaven was opened, and the ark of his covenant was seen within his temple; and there were flashes of lightning, rumblings, peals of thunder, an earthquake, and heavy hail. A great portent appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun. (Rev. 11:19- 12:1)
We speak of God’s secret wisdom, a wisdom that has been hidden and that God destined for our glory before time began.” (1 Cor.2: 4-7)
God doesn’t make mistakes when He brings two together as One. It is the challenge and the blessing, and the connected management of these things which supports the Rise, and the Reward.
Together, managing the challenges well, the blessings are fortified and increased, much greater than originally.
If one chooses to be a slacker, they’ll take the original blessing, martyring the gift of the connection and leave the other with the challenge.
Sometimes, the one carrying the challenge will manage it on their own and rise exponentially, unexpectedly.
The reward is greater for this one than the original gift due to the extreme of the challenge.
The one who took the blessing and had fun at the others expense, receives no greater reward, and loses what they had, due to lack of effort, for betrayal, and for rejecting the gift of Union the Most High granted.
When Two Become One ~
It is said God / Goddess are unknowable. Humanity is made in the image of …
How many times have you noted yourself in relationship, sometimes for many years, and out of the blue you realize you never knew them? Resting in the energy, intimate in every way, yet still … unknown to you.
It isn’t a fluke or a trick, it is the hidden gem the Almighty seeded within each and every one of us, the unknowable.
Sometimes this unknowable quality is purposefully hidden.
Some think if they hide it rather than accept the challenge of metamorphosis, with Gods choice of partner, they can replace it with their own version and simply dress it up in the energy of … ‘tricking’ the Most High into believing they accepted the challenge, and ‘became’ accordingly … a villainous attempt to prove Gods Chosen unworthy by committing fraud, wearing a mask, donning their energy, and behaving in a degraded manner. They later say, I tried boss! But (s)he was a Hobag!!! The whole time the true true was buried under blame and shame.
The illusions can get very convoluted.
It is our duty in this union to grow with each other, to ‘become’ as One.
Mostly, people remain hung up on who they ‘think’ they are, they remain focused on their personal needs and desires, forgetting they are a new creation meant to increase together.
This art is about the freedom to unleash your true voice.
Culturally and by many things that have happened in our own lives, we can be hurt, afraid, and lock away our voice.
Truth is like an unquenchable flame, and the voice of truth burns you and the egos of those who hear it. It takes great courage to speak the truth to ourselves and to those around us.
We defend ourselves in order to live. We work very hard to build a defensive wall in our own hearts to do so. But the voice of truth breaks it down. That is why we are afraid.
But we are not alone, we are connected, and we help each other, even if not visibly.
We invite you into the great circle so that your voice of truth can be born again in distinction. We are free in every moment. This is an undeniable truth.
You have power.
Your heart can break all chains and fly in this moment.
The earth loves you and the universe is all for you.
Unleash the voice of your truth. It can be a word, a shout, a song, anything.
Unleash the birds of truth that have been locked up inside you into the universe.
It is scary at first. But once you open the door of your heart, you will be filled with true joy.
You will love yourself. You will regain your strength and awaken🕊️🌏✨
Fear doesn’t rule here. “Be Bold”, spirit says. Show your Love for the Highest and Brightest God who gave you Life despite challenges meant to end it. LIVE LOVE LAUGH … Anyway …
When God has kept you alive, despite the odds, one really has no choice but to move forward courageously, despite the risk … Blind faith looks like insanity when you keep going regardless of threat. How can one stop, shrink, play small, when God has shown how great He is?
When I think of “being a light” in the world, I envision my front porch light. I see the moths, the flies, and whatever else coming to the light, bouncing off the bulb, burning themselves, probably secretly cussing the heat of the light for burning it every time it bounces upon it. I think of the spiders casting their webs there, catching some of these tasty morsels. The webs and the dead bodies pile up and every so often, I have to sweep the environment of this carnage.
I think of my body, the bright light people claim to see and be drawn to. I think of the bitterness some spew, the deadly, energetic intention sent my way. Those who wish to devour me, hating me because they keep hurting themselves bumping into me, yet they can’t seem to help it, or stop. They demand I dim my light, or that I stop shining altogether.
Occasionally, I have to sweep my environment … on the regular, actually.
It is said, the higher you rise, the greater and scarier the boogeyman gets. It is true. Life is a spiral, ever rising higher and circling wider as the flow goes. There are those who wish for the rise to be a fall, where the circles made are small, limited.
These ones are very skilled and quite determined to retain their authority. They are no newby when it comes to silencing a challenger, or anyone who dare be a bird, rather than a worm.
Expansion is scary. The soul-eater is frightful … it is so much worse than anyone can imagine. Yet how can I shrink, when He who has gifted me life, to be here now, is offering opportunity I cannot fathom the greatness of, yet know exists?
Reminder to the Energies Standing Tall now, in me, and elsewhere :: Drink your water. Sing the song. Dance the dance. Cry the tears. Tell the Most High, as you know it to be, your fears. Let Him carry the burden and provide a solution. It is seen and known. The answers, aren’t always …
Alignment. The shattering of the heart. The expansion necessary, gained, when put back together. Like the Japanese cups that break, repaired with gold, You become more beautiful every time you drop, And gain substance in the structure, as gold mends the connections.
Courage does not come easy. It must be fortified in the mind, Layered in the heart, filling the Soul. That loving cup isn’t going to fill itself, And those intent on your suffering won’t let another fill it for you, For too long anyhow, before dropping you again.
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