Humans are batteries. We have a negative and positive charge that is manipulated and used as a form of fuel for other forms of energy. When our attention is over-focused on a certain event, we unknowingly feed forces of energy our power. Have you heard of this before?
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It’s Divine Feminine energy that births Paradise into existence. She is in process of building it now. They want it. But they don’t want her in it. The middle aged men are excited for the value of woman, but the old men despise that she is the one holding it.
The old men are afraid of the power. They insist it must be subdued, rather than blessed and nurtured and allowed to flourish. Frankly, it seems they are jealous, and angry, wanting to “compete” rather than partner with and grow.
These old man gatekeepers have been robbing them ALL of ascension!!! Denying them graduation, Stealing from them their rightful advancement, their life force essence, memories,, deceitfully framing and convicting them of crime falsely just so they could trap them in another round of stagnancy and suffering while claiming their reward and honor!!! Keeping it for themselves, or stealing identity for a copycat puppet.
Vampiric Harvesters.
Needless feeders.
Honestly, I see them concerned and fearful of losing credibility and control, of being accused by other “men” of being weak for not properly “managing” their “property”.
These old ‘men’ are so bad!!!! May God deal with them promptly!!!
I’m sad for how they have violated the privilege of “being made in the image of” the heavenly father.
For using their body to hurt so viciously, women, children, and other men.
May they never be served by, or blessed by, the Mother again.
Aho. Amen. Wado.
He’s trying to “gatekeep” the Universal Gatekeeper.
These nasty’s have denied ascension and transfer to those who have graduated their initiations many lifetimes. They seem to have have a “program” and agreement amongst themselves that the Earth Angels get flipped and copycatted at graduation, and their rewards, merit, identity, honor all “transferred” into that copycat who takes their place, while the real graduate is sacrificed, recycled, reborn into the same, if not more severe life path. Their intention is to keep trapped the star and harvest their energy and wealth forever, living as them, wearing their badge of honor.
It’s a little sickening to watch this tyrant try to fabricate some prince of peace story for their history books. He’s claiming the effort of the Mother’s, aligned Divinely with the Upper Realms. He’s a really bad actor and copycat. He insists his dominator skills makes him a peaceful entity.
I wonder if he will be dominated?
That whole tribe …
Doesn’t the Bible say it will be last?
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There seems to be a priest (or priests) who has/have been in charge of “transferring” people into an ascended realm after graduation, a new and improved body and life. He has been denying women their ascension. He has been flipping them into south node, harvesting her wealth, authority, reward, energy, identity, memory … for centuries!! Keeping the Roses in a perpetual state of stagnation, recycling them through the same, or worse, lower vibrational lives and states of suffering.
I pray he/they has/have, or will, lose his/their authority now that this research has provided irrefutable evidence of his/their stance in this regard. The proof is in his/their adamant refusal and insistence that the young man who wants to be with her “drop it”.
They harvest the actual angel, put her/his memories and identity and energy into a copycat, then tell these young men “that” is what they are allowed to partner with … the old men keep the true angel, the true feminine powerhouse, away from these youngers, they do NOT want competitors … they do NOT want these men and their “real” angel to become a powerhouse and over throw them.
These old men have a contract with the devil … to “feed” them these divine females/males, the “trump cards and roses” to allow them to “prostitute” their energy … these old men are traitors to the Mother Father God Goddess, to their Children AND to All living beings. These “priests” are the devils servants. They have been keeping the children of God in stagnation for centuries, draining their life-force, for centuries, while wearing the identity, and living a life of luxury, they themselves have never rightfully earned.
Thankfully, God was listening while this priest argued, and kept denying, this powerful woman her right to ascend. There is a masculine that really wants to build with her, but this priest won’t let him … he is denying her passage, and is denying this young man the opportunity to be Great, to partner with someone who can really help him build something wonderful.
No. This priest wants to dress up a sexy body in the angels energy and tell him to just go be lustful, to pretend … but this particular young man sounds serious about wanting to build with this woman, to become all that they can be, and to have children with great potential, to Create a Powerful Family Tree.
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I used to beg them to stop.
Then I realized that only excited them.
So I trained myself to stop reacting,
I trained myself to purposefully respond.
I no longer care what they do, what they say, what they need.
The Most High God is here, and the Mother, too,
Fed Up with what they’ve been doing,
To Me, and to You.
Amen.
Wado.
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The past 3 days have felt different. The nasty jacks seem to be hiding. Whenever they realize I’m focusing attention on the sound of them, they seem to shrink into the shadows. I heard yesterday, they were receiving sentencing for prostituting humans around the Universe.
Just now, I received some channeled messaging in another language. He seemed very sincere, sort of like, something serious is happening, right now.
One of the words was “eeia” in hawaiian, which means “here” in english.
It can also be spelled “eyah” in arabic, which means “him” in english.
Take it as it resonates …
Some have said recently God was coming, that he was on his way. Could it be they are here now? I am thinking this could be the sudden event I’ve been picking up on. Apparently, God is bringing the Mother, or is coming to retrieve her … for she has been a prisoner of war … newly emancipated. There is talk of “timeline convergence” which I am picking up as the “fragments”, the separated parts of Body, Spirit, Soul that had gone through many shatterings, are all coming together.
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You may feel a poking in the medulla oblongata area. These unseen nasties are trying to “tap into” the temples control center. (Don’t take the message if it doesn’t apply to you).
AI Overview
Know Your Brain: Medulla Oblongata
The medulla oblongata is the lowest part of the brainstem, serving as the primary control center for vital involuntary, autonomic functions essential for survival. It regulates breathing, heart rate, blood pressure, and reflexes like swallowing, sneezing, and coughing.
Key Functions and Control Centers
Cardiovascular Center: Controls heart rate, contraction force, and blood vessel diameter (vasomotor center) to regulate blood pressure.
Respiratory Center: Manages the rhythm, rate, and depth of breathing, including the dorsal and ventral respiratory groups.
Reflex Centers: Controls protective and digestive reflexes such as vomiting, coughing, sneezing, and swallowing.
Sensory/Motor Relay: Serves as a pathway for signals between the spinal cord and higher brain regions, notably controlling crossover of motor nerves.
Anatomical Position
Located at the base of the brainstem, it connects higher brain levels to the spinal cord. It is positioned just below the pons and at the opening of the skull (foramen magnum
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So … these middle aged masculines are arguing with nasty jack that “she deserves” transfer, she has earned this ascension. The older masculines who despise women are questioning her sensitivity … all she is to them is a harvest. They want to invite her in, get contract, only to “flip and copycat” later, give her identity and energy and authority to their chosen puppet, their chosen replacement … apparently, they do the sacrifice on the first wedding anniversary.
Apparently, the last one was told “he could keep her forever” if he brutalized her enough to keep her in suffering, south node energy forever. These masculines doing business with these older “men” are not to be trusted. Their loyalties are very much with them, and the systems of authority and profit they already have in place. Their profit systems require the entrapment of sacrificed boys and girls, powerful men and women. The masculines of whatever realm that is, will NEVER build anything, they will only apply their energy, and any energy they can ensnare by contract or relationship and harvest, to support the old mens foundation.
The masculines in that territory are nothing but parasites, leeches, setting up their little “venus fly traps”. They will never be capable of equally partnering with a powerful woman and building something big together. They will always submit to old men, they will insist she do the same, knowing they are planning on throwing her away to a devil for a small portion of her energetic harvest, while agreeing, and settling for, a flat bellied immature sexx machine in a synthetic flesh suit, an untested, unfit copycat, wearing harvested, divine energy, pretending to be capable, while only producing lust and destruction.
None of these ones are trustworthy.
I, for one, am not offering anything to these ones. I made my choice … and it wasn’t them. I refuse to lift them, to support them, with this potent, Source Connected essence. I tried to help them. I tried to elevate them. And I did, for they kept taking my honor, my reward, my identity at the time I was to receive. They brutalized me and unalived me, forcing me into another turn of the wheel, through their short life cycles.
They feel they can “take” whomever they want, regardless of God emancipating them, regardless of who has claimed them, regardless of the Union they are currently contracted with, and new Spiritual Family they have been enfolded into.
These pirates mean to “take” another mans wife, another tribes daughter, Gods daughter … perhaps, even his WIFE, who had been a prisoner of war for centuries … Rumor has it He’s on His way. Rumor has it timeline convergence is immanent.
Sounds to me like all fragments of Body, Spirit, Soul that had gone through a shattering, a scattering, are all coming back together. Shared future, unavoidable, regardless of past variations or interventions. All fragments retrieved and coming together, to form a new whole, an improved, Upper Dimensional, Sovereign Soul.
Key aspects of timeline convergence include:
Merger of Realities: Different versions of events are forced into one, forcing conflicting histories to reconcile or be rewritten to fit a single, stable narrative.
Inescapable Events: Specific, pivotal moments or destinations become inevitable, where parallel histories are funneled into a single, shared outcome.
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These old gatekeepers are still refusing to let Divine feminine through. They are being told that “she learned all her lessons”. And I know for a fact not only did she learn what THEY deemed an impossible path, but she beat at least TWO of their set records.
These old farts must be removed from their posts, they have been compromised. They no longer serve the Most High God, or the Ascension and Learning of Humanity, the strengthening of their Soul Value, and rewards they earn for their Star Nation Soul Tribe.
They have failed to guide people toward wholeness, and when people arrive whole and powerful despite the neglect AND purposeful denial of knowledge, of identity, the evil attempts and efforts to ensure they stayed down … ??? … they have the audacity to deny them their graduation certificate, their improved status in life, and their greater authority.
They are directly interfering in the Most High God’s decision. He already gave her Rainbow Covenant and elevated her into a significant status … and these dirty old cornholio lazy no good for nothing pirate pimp thieves want to harvest her because she sees them for who and what they are.
May they be evicted from every seat of authority they have ever enjoyed. May they lose every comfort they have never earned. May they be removed from the House of this Woman … this is Her Land bro … you have been ordered to vacate the premises, and to stop using ALL medicines as connectors and bridges into her house … but they refuse to leave … squatters …. rats in the couch cushions pissing and shitting everywhere.
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Listening to these scammers whispering on how they gonna get themselves some of that divine energy, that “delicious” energy. These aren’t even men, ya’ll … these are straight up intelligent animals, or a straight up devil, wearing a human skin suit, or some kind of cloaking technology, looking to hook and tag the pretty as can be collective like a damn cow ready for harvest!!!! Reckless sexx only benefits the dead (or “Morgue” as she likes to be called … Morgue wanna dicck), and the “vampire” running low on energy.
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You know what is sad?
Those very same ones who won’t let Divine Feminine in the gate, are the same ones who framed her for a crime, deceitfully convicted her, which resulted in her tortured mvrder and eviction into the valley of the shadow of death.
Why? Because she is morally superior to them. Because she saw them prostituting everyone’s energy! Because she refused to agree to their scheme. Because they wanted to be the authority and to have sexx with every single person who got a raise out of them … it is clear they are morally corrupt … especially in the presence of her innocent, virginal essence, Source Connected.
PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH!!!!! is what they screamed as they stabbed that knife into her … as they took her life … her innocent, holy life. They k*lled this lawmaker, this counselor, this Magistrate, this Mother, who was here to guide people into moral advancement, to get closer to God, to add value to Soul.
May they get what they deserve. May they be evicted from these spaces and places. May the Divine Mother’s energy, in all of its forms, NEVER be used to support any portion of these ones foundation … ever again.
May they be removed … forcefully … violently if necessary … from her House … her Land … her Territory … and may they NEVER gain access to it again.
May the worst outcome await them should they try to enter this energy.
God said she would never give it back.
They are done.
May it solidify and fortify soon.
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I can’t stand you curator, or any of your pimp friends.
May you be “dissolved” as you have done to many of our Sisters and Brothers.
May your energy … if you have any that can be called yours … be recycled.
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Scientists found 7 locations on Earth where the body repairs itself 2-4x faster. Without medicine. 🌍
And no, not mountains. Not the sea.
Romanian heart patients recover twice as fast sitting next to beehives. 🐝
Japanese autoimmune patients heal in freezing springs. ♨️
Polish hospitals send people into salt caves. 🧂
These aren’t wellness trends or spa retreats.
They’re actual locations where inflammation drops so fast that some hospitals use them instead of drugs.
A neuroecologist calls them “repair zones.”
Most doctors have never heard of them.
In 1967, a Polish researcher named Dr. Feliks Boczkowski published a study that should’ve changed medicine. 📋
He took hospital patients recovering from the same injuries and split them into two groups.
One group recovered in standard hospital rooms.
The other recovered in salt mines.
Same injuries. Same protocols. Same meds.
The only difference was the ground beneath them.
And here’s what happened.
The patients in the salt mines healed 2-3x faster. ⚡
Chronic pain dropped by 60% in some cases. Inflammation markers weren’t just lower… they plummeted. Blood pressure normalized without additional medication.
He published his findings, and other researchers got curious.
They ran similar studies in Romania. In Japan. In Austria.
By the 1980s, there were over 40 studies showing the same pattern.
Certain locations on Earth accelerate healing in ways drugs just can’t replicate.
So what did all seven locations have in common?
They weren’t spa resorts. They weren’t “healing retreats.”
They were places where the Earth’s electrical field measured 10-40x stronger than normal ground. 🌲
Salt caves in Poland where miners worked for decades.
Mineral springs in Japan where entire villages bathed daily.
Beehives in Romania (turns out bees generate crazy intense electrical fields).
Certain forests with unusually high mineral density in the soil.
For over 60 years, researchers kept documenting the same results.
Faster wound healing. Reduced inflammation. Normalized blood pressure.
Then the research just… stopped.
Funding dried up. Medical schools moved on. Nobody talks about it anymore.
Not because it didn’t work.
But think about it.
Healing people faster means fewer hospital stays. Fewer prescriptions. Less profit.
The pharmaceutical industry didn’t have to bury this research with some grand conspiracy.
They just let it fade while they built an empire managing symptoms instead of actually fixing the problem.
So what were those “repair zones” actually doing?
Here’s the thing most people don’t realize.
Your body generates electrical charge constantly. ⚡
Every heartbeat creates it.
Every muscle contraction creates it.
Hell, every thought running through your head right now is creating electrical charge.
That’s not even a metaphor. That’s actually just how the body works.
But modern life has surrounded you with materials that stop you from releasing that charge.
You’re walking around in rubber-soled shoes all day.
Standing on concrete floors at work.
Sitting in synthetic office chairs.
Sleeping in beds elevated off the ground.
Wearing polyester and nylon instead of natural fibers.
The electrical charge your body generates has nowhere to go, so it just pools in your tissues.
And when that happens, cellular repair gets disrupted.
Inflammation doesn’t just stay elevated… it becomes chronic.
Wounds take longer to heal.
Pain sticks around way longer than it should.
But in those seven locations, something different was happening.
The Earth’s electrical field there was strong enough to penetrate through shoes, through floors, even through buildings.
Which meant the people living in those areas were getting grounded 24/7 without even knowing it.
Their bodies were constantly releasing that excess electrical charge.
Inflammation stayed low. Cellular repair stayed efficient.
Not because of some special diet or lifestyle hack, but purely because of what was beneath their feet. 🌍
So here’s the obvious question.
How do we reduce inflammation when we can’t just pack up and move to a Polish salt cave?
First, you gotta understand what inflammation actually is.
It’s produced by white blood cells called neutrophils.
When a cell gets damaged, neutrophils wrap around it and release reactive oxygen species that destroy the damaged cell.
That’s supposed to happen. That’s your body working correctly.
The problem is when this process never shuts off.
That’s when inflammation becomes chronic.
And here’s what most doctors won’t tell you.
If your body is properly grounded, chronic inflammation literally can’t sustain itself.
You’re probably thinking… “Wait, grounding? Like walking barefoot outside?” 🦶
Yeah. Exactly that.
Let me break it down.
The Earth is the largest natural reservoir of free electrons on the planet.
When your bare skin makes contact with the Earth, even just for a few minutes, two things happen almost immediately.
Your body starts bleeding off that excess electrical charge that’s been fueling chronic inflammation.
And at the same time, millions of free electrons from the Earth surge into your body.
That’s why cortisol drops. Blood flow improves. And suddenly the swelling, the brain fog, the stiffness, the pain… it starts melting away.
Now you might be thinking… “Okay, so I’ll just walk outside barefoot more often.”
Good instinct.
And yeah, walking barefoot on grass or dirt or sand does ground you.
But there are some real problems with relying on that.
Most of us live in cities where the “ground” is actually concrete and asphalt, which both insulate you completely from the Earth.
A lot of lawns are treated with chemicals you really don’t want absorbing into your skin.
And nobody’s walking barefoot outside in January when it’s 20 degrees.
Plus, here’s the bigger issue.
Walking outside for 10 minutes a day won’t fix chronic inflammation that’s been building up for years.
The research shows you need hours of grounding contact to see real results.
Ideally while you’re sleeping, when your body does its deepest healing work.
And when you do walk outside barefoot, you have no idea if you’re actually grounded or not.
Dry grass isn’t conductive.
Shoes with any rubber sole insulate you completely.
Dehydrated skin has poor conductivity.
You’re basically guessing and hoping something’s happening.
That’s why the research showing grounding’s effects wasn’t done with people walking around barefoot.
It was done with grounding devices that provide consistent, measurable contact with the Earth’s electrical field.
And the results aren’t just impressive.
They’re kind of wild.
A double-blind, placebo-controlled study published in “Healthcare” showed grounding led to an almost 10x improvement in sleep quality. 😴
Another study showed a 200% drop in pain levels.
One published in “Biomedical Journal” showed an 83% reduction in chronic pain.
Another showed a 273% reduction in unhealthy blood thickness.
Plus countless others showing improvements in inflammation markers, cortisol levels, and stress response.
This isn’t fringe science or wellness woo-woo. 🔬
It’s published in actual medical journals by real PhD researchers.
I had a 72-year-old woman come see me who’d just spent three weeks at a salt cave facility in Poland.
She went there desperate.
Chronic joint pain for years. Couldn’t sleep more than 4 hours a night. Inflammation markers through the roof.
Her daughter had read about these “repair zones” online and booked the trip as a last-ditch effort.
Within 10 days, her pain had dropped by half.
She was sleeping 7 hours straight for the first time in years. 😴
Moving around without wincing every time she stood up.
When she got back to the States, I ran her bloodwork.
Her C-reactive protein (a key inflammation marker) had dropped by 60%.
But here’s what happened next.
Three months after she got home, the pain started creeping back in.
Sleep got worse again.
Inflammation markers climbed back up.
She called me, frustrated as hell.
“It worked in Poland. Why isn’t it working here?”
And that’s when it clicked for me.
She couldn’t live in a salt cave permanently.
But her body had gotten a taste of what it felt like to be electrically connected to the Earth again.
And now it was starving for it.
So I started digging into the research.
If the Earth’s electrical field in those “repair zones” was what made the difference, how do you recreate that in a normal modern home? 🏠
Turns out the breakthrough came from an unexpected place.
Silver threads woven into fabric, combined with a feature in every home that most people completely ignore.
That third hole in your electrical outlet isn’t just decoration. It’s a ground port. 🔌
It connects directly to a copper rod buried in the earth outside your home.
Every house has one. It’s required by building code.
And silver (the same conductive silver used in medical-grade equipment) can be woven directly into fabric.
Connect that fabric to the ground port, and suddenly your bed becomes electrically connected to the Earth.
Sleep on it, and your body grounds all night long… exactly like those patients in the salt caves.
I told her to try it.
She was skeptical. “A bedsheet? After I flew all the way to Poland?”
But she ordered one anyway.
Two weeks later, she called me back.
“I’m sleeping again. The pain is almost gone. I feel like I’m back in that cave.” 💬
That’s when I realized we were dealing with something medicine had completely overlooked.
By restoring her body’s natural connection to the Earth, we’d silenced the inflammation that had been choking her system for years.
All it took was plugging her body back into the Earth while she slept.
And there’s only one tool I trust in my own home for that.
The Grounding Co Bedsheet. 🛏️
It’s woven with medical-grade 5% silver threads, and silver is the most conductive metal on Earth.
Which means the moment you lie down, your body starts absorbing the Earth’s electrons while you sleep.
That’s why even the first night of sleeping grounded can feel like flipping a switch inside your body.
Inflammation starts cooling down within hours.
Your body drops into deep, uninterrupted sleep. 😴
Blood flow returns to cold, tired legs and feet.
Circulation surges and energy starts flickering back to life. ⚡
Pain eases. Cramps soften. Joints loosen up.
Cortisol drops. Tension melts away.
Your heart gets real support, not just another band-aid. ❤️
Anxiety fades. Your whole system settles. And you feel… normal again.
It’s 100% safe and natural.
The whole setup takes less than 2 minutes.
And when you use it every night consistently, it actually works.
But I’m begging you here.
Do not just buy any random grounding sheets online. ⚠️
At our age, you know how many people are after your wallet.
Most companies either skip silver altogether or sprinkle in tiny amounts… just enough to say it’s there on the label… not nearly enough to actually do anything.
That’s what makes The Grounding Co different.
They use 5% medical-grade silver woven throughout the entire sheet.
Not just a thin coating. Not just a few threads here and there.
The whole damn thing is conductive.
Which means your whole body gets grounded all night long.
Not just your feet. Not just one arm.
Your entire system reconnects to the Earth while you sleep.
And that’s when the real healing happens.
I’ve seen people’s lives change with this.
Pain they’ve carried for years just… gone.
Sleep that’s been broken for decades suddenly restored.
Inflammation markers that doctors said would “never improve” dropping by half.
All because they plugged themselves back into the Earth.
The way our bodies were designed to function before we insulated ourselves from the planet.
So if you’re dealing with chronic pain, inflammation, poor sleep, or just that constant feeling of being “off”…
This might be the missing piece you’ve been looking for.
Not another pill. Not another supplement.
Just your body reconnecting to the Earth the way it’s supposed to.
The way it did for those people living in the “repair zones.”
The way it can for you, too.
The misogynist masculine is only the aggressive part of the Divine Feminine.
The vampiric masculine “mad scientists” separated themselves out. It is THEY who came from WOMBman (not she from he). Now, they need to get back into the Mother, because SHE IS the antidote for their failed scientific experiments to become greater than the WOMBman, who grows bones inside her own body and brings them forth in Life.
These mutations cannot hold temperance energy without “consuming” the Mother essence. They NEED these sacrifices in order to hold themselves in check. They hypersexxualize everything because they harvest the energy of their victims to hold themselves in temperance. They must harvest the “antidote” from those who are original, organic, beings who were not modified, who are Source connected, who have gifts from those connections, so they can pretend they belong to them, infiltrate those regions, those realms.
It appears that only those who took on the genetics of animals have been affected adversely. Who knows what they’ve been injecting into people. Atrazine, which changes the gender in frogs, is in humanities water supply. Hyper sexxualized, hyper driven by pain or suffering energy, they went dark, thinking they could simply consume all that is life, that carries light.
Whack jobs calling themselves scientists and leaders.
It’s a mad, mad world.
May the Most High Divine come quickly.
We weren’t born to hide. We are born of fire, earth and ancestral memory.
Inside every woman lives a warrior goddess:
-she who falls and gets up,
-she who dances on the embers without fear,
-she who turns pain into power and wound into wisdom.
We are holy fire.
We are ritual in motion.
We are ancient force awakening in this time.
✨ Remember who you are today.
✨ Honor your body, your history, and your lineage.
✨ Walk with your head held high: your energy is invincible.
🔥 We are goddesses. We are warriors. We are light incarnate. 🔥
Dear Women, have you ever realized how powerful your thoughts are for the man in your life?
Saka Ana Lorenza, a Kogi Saka and spiritual leader, speaks about the quiet but immense importance of women in the lives of their men. She explains that it is not only what women do or say that shapes a man’s path, but also what they think about him in the privacy of their own mind.
When a woman holds thoughts of trust, respect and blessing for her partner, this creates a field of support around him. Even when she is not physically present, he can walk with more strength, clarity and courage. Her inner agreement becomes a kind of spiritual protection that helps him move through obstacles and stay connected to his purpose.
When her thoughts are filled with constant criticism, disappointment or contempt, even if she never speaks them aloud, this too has an effect. The relationship may begin to feel heavy. Conflicts appear without a clear reason. Success may be blocked in subtle ways.
According to Saka Ana Lorenza, many women do not realize how central their inner stance is for the wellbeing of the man and for the harmony of the family.
This is not about blame. It is an invitation to remember the sacred influence that women carry. Their love and their clarity are not small. They are forces that can either nourish or weaken the life that grows around them.
The Kogi see relationship as a spiritual responsibility that both partners share. And the thoughts of the woman are one of its deepest foundations.
May your thoughts become a blessing for you and for those you love.
My husband didn’t pack his bags for a mistress. He packed them for a “movement.” He said he was suffocating in our silence, but the truth is, he was drowning in the noise.
We were the picture of the American Dream, circa 2024. Or maybe the caricature of it.
We had the house in the suburbs with the kitchen island that was too big to clean and a mortgage rate that kept us awake at night. We had two cars in the driveway and subscriptions to five different streaming services we never watched. But mostly, we had the glow.
That pale, blue, flickering glow.
For the last three years, Mark hadn’t really been in the room with me. He was in the comment sections. He was in the forums. He was fighting invisible wars against strangers who lived three thousand miles away. Dinner conversations used to be about our day, about the kids who were off at college, about the leak in the gutter.
Then, the conversations stopped. They were replaced by lectures.
He would look up from his phone, eyes bloodshot, and ask if I’d seen what “They” were doing to the dollar. What “They” were putting in the water. What “They” were teaching in schools. He never specified who “They” were, and frankly, depending on which channel he was watching, “They” changed every week.
I was exhausted. Not physically, but deeply, spiritually tired. I was tired of walking on eggshells in my own living room, afraid that mentioning the price of eggs would trigger a twenty-minute rant about supply chains and geopolitical conspiracies.
So when he stood by the door with his duffel bag, looking like a man preparing for a tactical mission rather than a mid-life crisis, I didn’t cry.
“I can’t do this anymore, Sarah,” he said. He sounded breathless, like he was running from something. “I need to find a place that’s real. I need to be around people who are awake. You… you’re just sleepwalking. You’re content to let the world burn as long as you have your garden and your coffee.”
He called it a “sabbatical for clarity.” He was going to drive out West, maybe join an off-grid community he’d found online. A place where “freedom still mattered.”
“And what about us?” I asked, leaning against the granite counter I still hadn’t paid off.
“I need to save myself first,” he said. “You should try waking up, Sarah. The world is ending.”
Then the door clicked shut. The engine revved. And he was gone.
I stood there in the hallway. I waited for the panic. I waited for the crushing weight of abandonment that every magazine article told me I should feel.
Instead, I heard it.
The silence.
The TV wasn’t blaring breaking news about a crisis I couldn’t solve. The phone wasn’t pinging with notifications about impending doom. The air in the house didn’t feel charged with static electricity anymore.
I walked to the living room and picked up the remote. I pressed the power button. The screen went black.
“Okay,” I whispered to the empty room. “The world is ending. So I might as well make dinner.”
The first week was strange. The silence was loud. But by the second week, I realized something terrifying: We had been working ourselves to death to maintain a lifestyle that was making us miserable.
I looked at the big house. It was a museum of things we bought to impress people we didn’t like. It was a storage unit for anxiety.
So, I did the unthinkable. I put the house on the market.
My friends were horrified. “But Sarah, the equity! But Sarah, where will you go? You need to downsize to a condo downtown, stay connected!”
I didn’t want a condo. I didn’t want “connected.” I wanted “grounded.”
I bought a small, drafty cottage two towns over. It needed a new roof and the floors creaked, but it had a front porch and a plot of land that got good morning sun. It reminded me of my grandmother’s house in the 80s—before everyone carried a computer in their pocket, back when neighbors actually knew each other’s names not because of a neighborhood watch app, but because they borrowed sugar.
I stopped watching the news. I figured if the world actually ended, someone would come knock on my door and tell me.
I started living a life that looked, from the outside, incredibly small.
I cancelled the subscriptions. I got a library card. I bought a second-hand radio that only picked up the local jazz station and the Sunday baseball games.
I started baking. Not the sourdough starter trend for Instagram, but real baking. I dug out my grandmother’s handwritten recipe cards, stained with butter and vanilla from forty years ago. There was something spiritual about kneading dough. It was physical. It was real. You couldn’t argue with flour; you just had to work with it.
One afternoon, my internet went down. A year ago, this would have caused a meltdown in our household. Mark would have been screaming at the service provider. I would have been panicked about missing emails.
Now? I just made a cup of tea and sat on the porch.
A young woman walked by, pushing a stroller. She looked frazzled, a Bluetooth earpiece blinking in her ear, talking rapidly about quarterly projections. She stopped when she saw me.
“Everything okay?” she asked, pointing at my house. “Power’s out on the whole block. No Wi-Fi.”
“I know,” I smiled. “Would you like a slice of apple pie? It’s still warm.”
She looked at me like I was an alien. Then, she looked at the pie. She touched her earpiece and tapped it off.
“I… I would love that,” she sighed, her shoulders dropping three inches.
We sat on the porch steps. We didn’t talk about the election. We didn’t talk about the stock market. We talked about how hard it is to keep hydrangeas blue. We talked about how fast her baby was growing. We talked about the smell of rain before a storm.
For an hour, we were just humans. Not voters, not consumers, not demographics. Just humans eating pie.
“It feels like time moves slower here,” she said, wiping a crumb from her lip. “I feel like I remember this feeling, but I don’t know from where.”
“It’s not memory,” I told her. “It’s presence. We used to live like this. We just forgot we could.”
Three months later, Mark called.
The connection was crackly. He was somewhere in the desert. The “community” hadn’t worked out—too many arguments about leadership, too few people willing to clean the latrines. Now he was in a motel, looking for the next big thing.
“It’s chaos out here, Sarah,” he sounded smaller, older. “The country is falling apart. You have no idea. I’m just trying to find a signal so I can upload my vlog.”
“I’m sorry, Mark,” I said, and I meant it.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “Are you still… asleep?”
I looked around my kitchen. There was a bowl of fresh tomatoes on the counter. A stack of paperback books on the table. The radio was playing a soft saxophone melody. The window was open, and I could hear the neighbor’s kids playing tag, their laughter cutting through the summer air.
I wasn’t asleep. I was the most awake I had ever been.
“No, Mark,” I said gently. “I’m just living.”
“But how can you live when everything is at stake?” he demanded, his voice rising with that old, familiar panic. “Don’t you care about the future?”
“I am building the future,” I said. “I’m building it right here. By keeping my peace. By feeding my neighbors. By refusing to let the noise inside my house.”
He didn’t understand. He hung up to go chase another phantom, another outrage, another digital war.
I put the phone down. I didn’t check social media to see if he posted about our call. I didn’t check my bank account to soothe my anxiety.
I went back to the dough on the counter. I pressed my hands into it, feeling the resistance, the elasticity, the promise of something rising.
We spend so much time screaming for a better world that we forget to build a decent life. We think freedom is having a million choices, a million channels, a million voices in our pockets.
But I learned the truth in a creaky house with a broken internet connection.
Freedom isn’t about escaping the system. It’s about unplugging from the fear.
It’s realizing that the “Good Old Days” aren’t a time you can travel back to. They are a state of mind you have to fight for, right here, right now.
And one thing is certain: Happiness doesn’t come from having the loudest voice in the room. It comes when you realize you no longer need to shout to be heard. You just need to be whole.
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