It truly does feel like a reunion. The energies have been a little edgier lately, more masculine. I’m thinking it is the reintegration of the Shadow Self. Perhaps you are feeling it too?
Someone with noble intent wouldn’t start a relationship by chit chatting about old wounds. (That’s called Trauma bonding). The shadow work, the healing hasn’t occurred, and will bring trouble in the connection.
The seven stages of trauma bonding are:
1) Love bombing – the sudden, intense attempt to create a “we” in a relationship through high praise and excessive flattery
2) Trust & Dependency
3) Criticism
4) Manipulation & Gaslighting
5) Resignation & Giving up
6) Loss of Self
7) Addiction to the Cycle
Because the love-bombing first stage of trauma bonding is so intense, it quickly leads to the trust and dependency in the second stage. That foundation leads you to begin to agree with the abusive person in just about everything – including the abuser’s reasons for treating you badly. It’s like a type of brainwashing, where you don’t even realize that your beliefs about how you’re being treated are distorted.
When I first awakened it was brutal …
Spirit tried to tell me I was psychic, they kept repeating it. I didn’t know anything about anything and was in denial, perplexed by how mean some of those in the unseen were.
I guess my ability to believe in the awakening was hindered by doctors and family telling me it wasn’t real, it was imaginary, and my mind was broken, labelling me with their scientific terms.
22 years later … here we are, a brand new, revitalized creation of TMH.
I am grateful for this Multiversal Family Divine. I am grateful to be a part of it.
And I am grateful to TMH for allowing me the challenges which permitted discovery of tremendous Resilience inside of Self, allowing Perserverance and Patience to grow and assist in the flow, as this was what needed to be created in me.
Loving, all the way.
“Dream Lovers” tag the vaginal cavity and womb, or the phallus of the Divine. It’s the cord they use to yank back on them as they elevate, ascending into higher realms. Their pretend divine fems/masc use seggs magic together against the divine to assist in this cording. They “dirty” the divine by pushing the foul orgy magic, making them look like whores. They think they’ll elevate and rise into the kingdom, while the true divine get yanked back. They need you to remain so they can continue to drain your root and sacral chakras, your God-like Lifeforce.
Screaming with intention, not just for release. The vital essence expressed in an explosive manner will banish unnecessary irritants, especially if directed toward them. Of course, screaming just to scream is sometimes needed and desired.
As I sat in the bath I cried. The realization hit me hard and I called out to TMH asking, “Why do I have to die every time I fall in love?”
Three times in life I have loved a man deeply.
The first, aged 15-17, beat me, choked me, raped me, all under the nose of my “guardians” for he mooched his way under the roof and into security.
The second 18-20, innocent, sweet, and a slave to his phallus. I came home after work to find him and his ex on the sofa nearly naked. A heart shattering. Blind faith destroyed. Trust obliterated.
The third, aged 24-31, I won’t go into detail. Infidelity. A slave to his phallus. A moving out. Dog murdered, job lost, homeless, living in car.
It’s obvious someone cursed me. That every time I loved, I would also be shattered.
I’ve determined I’m no longer willing to “die” for love of a man. He has proven himself unworthy of the essence herein. I connect to TMH, my King of the highest heavenly mountain, and deny the rest.
After 22 years of conscious attack within the field of awareness (and 37 years prior of sleeper attack) I woke this morning feeling as tho I had been eclipsed out of their reach. I thought, it’s all well and good.
Solitude in my life, solitude in my mind. I need no ripples in my waters made by an other who feels the need to dictate my moves, my mood, my life. There is no value in such a connection and I’m not willing to pay the price. It simply isn’t an equal give and take. It’s parasitical, and I won’t feed into it any more.
I choose me. I am worthy of the value of the gift TMH has given ME. It’s weird how some say,”bring all that is yours as tho it is mine.”
I say, if you were worthy of such a gift TMH would have bestowed it upon you.
But he didn’t. He gave it to me.
Pawing … energetically, physically, by those who desire to TAKE the gift from me, to claim it, to control it, to flaunt the wealth of it to their friends… to hurt the source and play with hoes draining the essence, dressing up in the energy, prancing about as a lord.
No.
No more.
I choose me.
I choose to be eclipsed out of this energy.
TMH knows where I’m at if he needs me. If our family, true blue, needs me they know where I am.
I no longer entertain parasites who cannot win the battle with the snake they must live with.
I’ve no need.
TMH has provided.
And the whispered questions of “Who will be with the woman?” Go unanswered.
Hidden harvesters of the Stars, who don’t abide in Love.
The topics he touches on are important.
The energy begs to argue.
The intellect tells the energy it’s not in charge.
I breathe, steady and paced.
The body regulates the nervous system, and mind.
The energy passes.
It’s wild to me that those who choose cbd and cbg over pharmaceuticals for pain and anxiety are treated as tho they’re addicts … when they’ve simply chosen the medicine that won’t harm their internal organs and bioform. Holistic is the way. It’s gentler on the House of the Soul.
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