Before cutting the branch of a tree or removing a flower, tell the spirit of the tree or plant what you are going to do, so that they can withdraw their energy from that place and not feel the cut so strong.
When you go to nature and want to take a stone that was in the river, ask the river keeper if he allows you to take one of his sacred stones.
If you have to climb a mountain or make a pilgrimage through the jungle, ask permission from the spirits and guardians of the place. It is very important that you communicate even if you do not feel, do not listen or do not see. Enter with respect to each place, since Nature listens to you, sees you and feels you.
Every movement you make in the microcosm generates a great impact on the macrocosm.
When you approach an animal, give thanks for the medicine it has for you.
Honor life in its many forms and be aware that each being is fulfilling its purpose, nothing was created to fill spaces, everything and everyone is here remembering our mission, remembering who we are and awakening from the sacred dream to return home.
Amun Ra
Creator God of Earth, Heaven and the Underworld
Anet Ra
Grace. Protectress of the Sun God Ra
Anat (Anath, consort of Baal)
Goddess of War, Fertility and Love.
Baal, the god of fertility and storms. (https://www.google.com/search?q=baal&rlz=1CDGOYI_enUS704US704&oq=baal&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUyBggAEEUYOdIBCDE1NTRqMGo0qAIBsAIB4gMEGAEgXw&hl=en-US&sourceid=chrome-mobile&ie=UTF-8)
Anat is Warrior Goddess who rescues Baal from the underworld and defeats Mot, the god of death.
Mot, the god of death, infertility, and death.
Anat seizes Mot, splitting him with a blade, winnowing him in a sieve, burning him in a fire, grinding him under a millstone, and throwing what remains in the end over a field for birds to devour.
Winnowing: to separate grain from chaff using wind or air currents, tossing it in the air and allowing the wind to blow away the chaff.
Sieving: retains the good and removes the unwanted.
Winnow: Removing anything undesirable or unwanted; Selecting the most desirable elements; Brandishing; Beating with or as if with wings; Blowing on; Blowing in gusts
Mot is son of El, aka Allah
Allah = arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Jesus declared, “I am truly a servant of Allah”.
Your crowd can’t be found if you’re hiding.
If you’re afraid to express yourself authentically and transparently,
If you’re afraid to be vulnerable, rejected or ridiculed,
You’ll never find those who are in resonance with your Soul.
Your Tribe.
Chosen Family.
Making decisions based out of fear will cause failure in a person’s life.
The goal is to expand, to elevate,
Not shrink.
You’re the best part of me.
I love you eternally.
You’re so beautiful!
Starting each day I shall remember to communicate my joy as well as my despair so that we can know each other better.
I shall remind myself to really listen to you and to try to hear your point of view, and discover the least threatening way of giving you mine, remembering that we both are growing and changing in a hundred different ways.
I shall remind myself that I am a human being and not demand perfection from you until I am perfect…..so….you’re safe…….
In life many things seem daunting, impossible.
But we have realized there’s no potential at all if we don’t try.
So we allow our song to be sung, and amazing things occur.
Thank you, family, for the melody, the harmony, the beautiful symphony.
Go-oh-oh-oh-olden years …
Run for the shadows ….
Spirit is awesome.
They say, Silence is Golden.
Yes, it is, and after 20 years of the interferers choosing my listening menu, I say RA!!!
And play heavy metal guitar.
The inner child pouts.
And now … Golden Years … Run for the shadows … stuff is happening.
All will be Golden.
Thanks be to the Most High Master and our Divine Family, a Collective of Skillful, Willful, Caring Creators.
And the Great Mother said:
Come my child and give me all that you are.
I am not afraid of your strength and darkness,
of your fear and pain.
Give me your tears.
They will be my rushing rivers and roaring oceans.
Give me your rage.
It will erupt into my molten volcanoes and rolling thunder.
Give me your tired spirit. I will lay it to rest in my soft meadows. Give me your hopes and dreams.
I will plant a field of sunflowers and arch rainbows in the sky.
You are not too much for me.
My arms and heart welcome your true fullness.
There is room in my world for all of you, all that you are.
I will cradle you in the boughs of my ancient redwoods and the valleys of my gentle rolling hills.
My soft winds will sing you lullabies and soothe your burdened heart.
Release your deep pain.
You are not alone and you have never been alone.
~ Linda Reuther
Art by Lucy Campbell
www.lupiart.com
SHE On The Tip Of Her Tongue
For so long (2 decades) my field of consciousness was viscously attacked. Voice to skull. Microwave tech that would leave my body quaking, spasming. My nervous system was always under fluctuation, the interferers really are very good at disrupting the “entire” system of the human being. Thank God for statute of limitations laws.
**There are layers of sound, of presence. The interferers with technology have inserted themselves, or attached themselves, to the inner portion of the field of consciousness. They slipped in between the human being, and their connections with spirit. Like a cookie sandwich. Or a parasite, leeching on consciousness, interfering with their tech so truest connection is hi-jacked, intercepted. Many will swear it’s the real deal, if it hadn’t almost killed them and discernment discovered. The new interferer is very good at mimicking what we wish to ‘hear’.**
It is so quiet, so calm and peaceful. Silent. People who haven’t been targeted don’t have any concept of the severity to these challenges. I wish them knowledge without the trauma. But that takes an open mind and heart, unfortunately, what seems fantastical to an uninitiated mind, cannot be fathomed simply by hearing someone else’s testimony.
I have been treated with such disrespect and disdain during my spiritual warfare. I know we will all get what we deserve, but I’ll tell you something … nothing hurts worse that “familiar-enemies” and their heart barbs.
You know the unfortunate thing … I know certain individuals in the current friend circle feel this way about me too.
Me and my “bad spirits”.
I’m tired boss. I’m tired of people who so proudly and surely call others broken while glorifying themselves. So firmly avowing their superior status. Gaslighting, to perfection.
Having one foot in spirit and one foot in 3D is hogwash to those without awareness. They call us “broken” because we see, hear, taste and feel things they cannot. It is difficult navigating all the new senses when they awaken, even more so with the cruelty of the blind and deaf.
Dear Heavenly Father, please remove from my presence all who cannot find respect in their hearts for others during their life mission and journey, who purposefully, and intentionally, are cruel minded toward others seen as ‘less than’.
In other news …
I used to talk like this. I was angry then.
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