In some businesses, there is a group mailbox where estimate requests go. Even though the information is shared with all, it seems details are lost in the reply. It feels like many different hands touch the request, but not everyone is dealing with the full request, only bits and pieces are responded to, requiring a reaffirmation of details required.
The world is kind of like that big office, everybody working with a small piece of the puzzle. It’s in how well folks work “together” that determines the efficiency of the request, or situation, being properly and fully handled, satisfying all aspects of the thing or circumstance needing determined.
It would be great if communication around topics and intentions were whole and in sync. Perhaps we’ll get there some day.
And the BIG picture will all of a sudden make sense.
The wheels of nature are not made to roll backward; everything presses on toward Eternity; from the birth of Time an impetuous current has set in, which bears all the sons of men toward that interminable ocean. Meanwhile Heaven is attracting to itself whatever is congenial to its nature, is enriching itself by the spoils of earth, and collecting within its capacious bosom, whatever is pure, permanent and divine. ~ Robert Hall
Driving this morning I was shown an image symbolizing how our reality was hijacked in perception by the dark forces. The truth of our reality was purposely shifted to be like the mirrors in a funhouse. As we looked at ourselves our true identity was distorted and was reflected back to us in a way that was not authentic.
The illusionary mirrors have now been broken. As we step forward on our path upon the broken glass of shattered illusion we are being assisted by our galactic family to move forward into the new world.
This morning I felt the presence of representatives of many galactic races, a council of light in a ship above me as I drove. They are beaming down powerful diamond frequencies to earth.
These clear and purified mirrors reflect and anchor in the perfection of ourselves. The quanta, discrete packets of diamond DNA light are of divine harmonic vibrations aligning us to our true selves.
From this energetic alignment we are able to construct a new reality, one of infinite potential mirroring in the most beautiful reality possible, heaven on earth.
It has been said that this Earth school is the only place where free will exists, that all other places have rigid rules citizens must adhere to, sort of like the tyrannical methods that have been used in the last couple years and the push for governments to gain the power over the human body in totality … control what you will get injected with, what you are able to eat, your fitness schedule, have the ability to cut power to your vehicle wherever you are, and freeze your bank account so you cannot purchase goods.
They’ve been training free will out of children for generations! The schooling system is to create adults who know how to follow instruction, while rewarded with a Letter Grade for performance levels… did you follow instruction well enough?
This continues into adulthood. You do your job, you get a yearly review (or not) and maybe you’re fortunate enough to get a little extra pay, or a bonus. Your reward for being a good boy and girl. Maybe you’ll even get promoted and be able to wield authority over those less fortunate. Gain power … and the desire to keep the dream alive.
I hear the HUman is a thorn in the side of the oppressor …. for some reason Source Creator gifted HUman with the ability to do whatever they want.
(“You will be hated by everyone because of me, but the one who stands firm to the end will be saved.” ~ Matthew 10:12. It is said this was Jesus, as Creator …. but it is clear to me they use the story and apply new names and characters with each generation of HUman. Drugging them so they are disconnected from the ability to see truth. And yes, the HUman is hated).
The spirit, that viral power within the HUman, the fire that smolders or rages, is what the oppressor is trying to douse.
HUman challenges the tyrannical control agenda by exorcising the gift of free-will.
Want to know what the war is? It’s over HUman consciousness and the power that resides within the body energy centers (chakras).
The HUman is feasted upon. While they all want to be us, and can’t, they choose to harm us instead … while we sleep.
The liberation of the Earth School means the liberation of other systems under tyranny.
I saw myself in the center of a wheel, like the old stories of the Chariot in the Bible. I was in the center of it, and the wheels were spinning around me.
My arms were out at my side, my legs slightly apart as I stood there inside this sphere, like atlas man.
The Light being emitted by the spinning chariot was a pale blue, like the light of a blue lightning strike.
Movin’ along, having a great day, smelling wild flowers, walking up steep trails, sittin’ on ledges, looking at the view, maybe even climbing a tree and swaying in the wind with it as the breeze moves its tall body. Hands dirty from playing in soil, in union with the elements.
Hunger makes itself known to the belly so you sit, and take from your pack an orange, a sandwich. You begin to eat. The juice from the orange gets all over your hands and you lick your fingers, the sandwich bread becomes sticky and some of the dirt gets on the bread. A passerby stops and asks you what you are doing, eating your food with dirty hands. Tells you it is unclean, a sin.
If any gravity is given to their perceptions, if any portion of their understanding of ‘rules’ burrows its way into the mind, they will have succeeded in stripping away the innocence of the moment, the free and loving union with the earth now becomes something dirty, tainted.
If these beliefs are adopted as truth, if they are allowed to take form in the mind, then the consciousness becomes restricted. The childlike freedom and joy of union with the earth, with nature, gets stripped out of the mind, and the heart suffers, because it remembers this union as innocent connectedness, as healing and loving.
I entered the Sun to be birthed into this realm. I have a Golden Light Body.
Upon entering this realm I was a clean slate, memory gone, innocent and vulnerable, like all the rest who come here.
The world was a very dark place. Suffering was experienced by my Mother, and the 4 husbands she had while I was growing into young adulthood. That suffering was transmitted to me, I was trained to see myself as ugly, fat, less than … it was a very difficult program to live, and very difficult to undo.
In meditation, I saw the world as my cocoon. The side of my cocoon was splitting. My arms sort of linked to its edges, I opened my arms, moving them up and out to my sides, straight out like a bird or butterfly about to take wing.
The cocoon opened, the edges of it spread out to the sides, my Solar Plexus exposed to my Light Body Family as they stood before me. Behind me were the stars in the dark sky, the violator manipulator on both sides, held in the darkness while the light penetrated me from the front.
My body was in both worlds, the darkness behind me, the bright fiery light before me.
I Am emerging once again, headed to my origin … Reunion with my Beloveds.
The Sun is a portal. Some beings walked into the Sun to be birthed into this realm. They are Sun Beings, and have a Golden Light Body, they are walking among us, spreading the Light of the Sun wherever they go.
SOL Family, SOL Beings, holders of the Fire of the Sun.
What if the Earth being purified by fire isn’t literal fire? What if it is the Sun Light, that burning flame within the Sun Beings, shared and spread during their walk upon this planet in this realm? Transforming and transmuting every living thing they come across.
The missing children are Light Beings, ensnared and tortured for even attempting to come here and spread that light, that flame, the purifying essence that cleanses this realm.
Those of the Dark Arts have been diligently working to protect their future, and that means tormenting and capturing the Light Force Essence of the Light Beings and utilizing the power of that essence to continue their own deeds of dominance, manipulation, violation and oppression.
It appears as though enough have come through to make a serious difference in the Light of this realm. What was, is crumbling before our very eyes.
Don’t get wrapped up in the drama, the hype. Old systems are fading, while new systems are being implemented. This change will happen whether we are ready for it or not, whether we agree with it or not.
Until people awaken to their own internal power and connection to the divine, they will continue to be led by men who rule over their lives. The pawn, making moves the master has determined for them.
Be the Light you are. Shine it brightly. In doing so, the oppressors agenda receives a new course, determined by the people.
Shine brightly with your love for the planet, for the life that grows here, and for the life this wonderful earth supports, including our own.
Don’t get caught up in the “fight”, this battle is not like the “war” we’ve been trained to think of … some very ancient and very ill intended practices are being toppled now.
As we know, “change” is very uncomfortable. Most will rebel against it.
The Battle is still ongoing near the Sun. Something was fired and it exploded when it hit the sun. It wasn’t a meteor. I think it was some type of a weapon.
It sure LOOKS like a weapon was fired upon the Sun!!! They are trying to break thru the Sun portal to get into the Heavenly realms with their war making ….. Pray for our SOL Family, if you are inclined …
The forest people go by many names. Here is the more common name used among the Cherokee people, and the origin of the name.
Tsul ‘Kalu [pronounced Sool Kaloo] (the slant-eyed or sloping giant), is a legendary figure of Cherokee mythology who plays the role of “the great lord of the game”, and as such is frequently invoked in hunting rites and rituals.
The tale is one of the best known Cherokee legends and was recorded by Europeans as early as 1823, often using the spelling, Tuli cula. The name Tsul ‘Kalu means literally “he has them slanting/sloping”, being understood to refer to his eyes, although the word eye (akta, plural dikta) is not a part of it. In the plural form it is also the name of a traditional race of giants in the far west
He is said to dwell in a place called Tsunegun’yi. The words Tsul and Tsune and their variations appear in a number of Cherokee place names throughout the Southeastern United States, especially in western North Carolina and eastern Tennessee.
Tsul`kälû’ Tsunegûñ’yï is a 100-acre (40 ha) patch on a slope of the mountain Tanasee Bald in Jackson County, North Carolina, on the ridge upon which the boundari of Haywood, Jackson, and Transylvania Counties converge. It is believed Tsul ‘Kalu was responsible for clearing the spot for his residence. The name is sometimes corrupted by Europeans to Jutaculla; consequently the area is also known as the “Jutaculla Old Fields”. There is also a large slab of soapstone called “Jutaculla Rock” nearby, which is covered with strange scratches and carvings. These markings are said to have been made by the giant when he would jump from his home on the mountain to the creek below.
Another place associated with Tsul ‘Kalu, Tsula’sinun’yi (literally “where the footprint is”), is located on the Tuckasegee River, about a mile above Deep Creek in Swain County, North Carolina. Impressions said to have been the footprints of the giant Tsul`kälû’ and a deer were found on a rock which was destroyed during railroad building.
