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.
Forgiveness became easier for me when I included the idea of release. To forgive yet remain in the midst of abuse is difficult. Release is the only way. But with love, for self, and the other. Love enough to make the change so that hurtful energy between self and others is no longer generated. Inner harmony is allowed to exist. It’s a gift. To self.
The apology needs to be as loud as the disrespect.
If you don’t have control over yourself, it means someone else has control over you. Shadow work. Whatcha doin’? You avoiding the inner work, the re-creation of Self? Release drama and trauma. Let it go. There are endless potentialities awaiting.
A lot of people are focused outward, not inward. Many have never really sat alone with Self long enough to settle.
What do you do when you’re surrounded by people who hate you? You give them cause. Be happy anyway. Be love anyway.
Freedom includes the freedom to be who we are, not who the other wants us to be. ~BMM
Don’t let those who have not awakened their psychic senses convince you that you do not have them. This is all real. You are not crazy. Many people experience what you experience and do not know how to language it either. 🙏
“My soul is my friend who consoles me In misery and distress of life. He who does not befriend his soul is an enemy to humanity… Life emerges from within and not from environs.” ~ Khalil Gibran
For twenty-two years the invisible maniacs r@ped my mind. They tore it apart, I had to put it back together in hemi-sync.
At the same time, hundreds of energy harvesting “pleasure” seekers trespassed into my sleeping chambers at the midnight hour and “pulled” my sacral and root energies out, while dumping “death” energy into my solar plexus.
They had an actual “feeding tube” stuck in my back, like a straw, where they’d suck out my life force and dump in black poison energy.
They meant to destroy my mind and render me helpless, easily stuffed into a deep dark pit. They meant to trap my sacred essence in the dark.
I recovered … by the Grace of God.
My mind still picks up on them through this trauma bond. I hear them plotting and planning, and I decided to start sharing these interactions this year, after 22 years of severe mental challenge.
Now, since the magic didn’t destroy me, they are stalking me in the 3D. This morning they were waiting in a pull out across the street. As soon as I pulled out the garage and pulled to the stop sign, turning, they flipped their lights on and drove off.
They hate that I hear and report what I hear. It was their own doing, trauma bonding with someone who isn’t a simp.
These ones want a “meal” a “christ”mas dinner. Their harvest didn’t go as expected. They hope to spill the bodies fluids, since their mind f-ers and demon servants failed.
Let this be a record.
They tried to eliminate me quietly, behind the scenes. I’m not so quiet anymore, since the Most High pulled me thru.
As a VICTOR over the mental witchery and demon attack meant to destroy me, it’s my duty to report the events.
God let me live for a reason …
I’m much more than a mere “survivor” and I fully expect they will continue in their endeavor. Now tho, they have to get their hands dirty, or pay off a transient to do a deed …
Knowing what I know of the stories they’ve spun about ME, I no longer give much energy to dogmatic stories about anyone in history, of blind acceptance and need for hatred, hating the Light in Life which surrounds me.
Open mind.
Open heart.
This persons videos are very interesting. Food for thought …
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