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’.
😊 Being single is a whole nuther life style. Folks who have mates and children can’t really relate … or maybe it’s just me who can’t really relate to folks who have family and children. We are different.
Do any of you remember before kids? When other friends had them, and all of a sudden you didn’t hang out any more? Priorities shift.
My priority is my dog. Others, is their children. My dog is my child. Many cannot understand this, and judge it from their perspective … it’s just a dog… if others don’t like it you should leave it home… you’re having a love affair with your dogs… they don’t value the canine as I do.
Our lives are different
That’s not a bad thing, but it does require the necessity to view things from a different perspective.
Do you know why? Because an 8 year old’s tank was empty.
The boys had already started their school day at their desks and I was preparing to leave for work when I noticed my littlest standing in the bathroom wiping his face.
I paused at the door and asked if he was okay. He looked up with tears silently dripping and shook his head. When I questioned if something happened, again he shook his head.
So I sat on the side of the tub and pulled him in my lap. I told him sometimes our heart tanks feel empty and need to be refilled.
He cried into my chest and I held tight. I asked if he could feel my love filling him up? A nod, and tears stopped…
I waited a minute…
‘Has it reached your toes yet?’ He shook his head no…
‘Okay man. We will take as long as you need. Work doesn’t matter right now. School isn’t important either. This right here, is the most important thing today, okay? Filling you back to the top. Is that good?’ nods
One more minute… ‘Is your heart full of mamas love now?’ ‘Yeah…’ looks in his eyes I see it shining in there, you’re full to the top, and you’re smiling!
Y’all. You may not be 8- you may be 28, 38, 48 or whatever- but ALL of us run on empty just like he did. His weekend was so busy and so full and his little soul was just dry!!!
We all have to pause, and take a moment to refill with the good things. Scripture, prayer, sunshine, worship, song, laughter, friends, hugs. Refill your empty, or you’ll find those emotions (tears, anger, snappy words) overflowing with no reason why.
Take a moment. Refill. It’s the most important part of your day!
This is extremely difficult, yet sometimes necessary for healing.
Love them but stay away if they no longer add up, not all mothers and fathers love and defend, some only fight for their personal ideals, there are families so hurtful and harmful that distance becomes the only enemy
There are relatives who betray, who steal, speak badly, gossip and envy us, there are relatives who want to see you well, but will never want to see you better than they, who gather to speak ill of you and console themselves by making you look bad from the movie, who make sides to discredit you, thinking that they are better than you that way.
There are families that are only there for us when it suits them and to continue using us in the name of the blood that unites us, it is important to reflect, let us also stop romanticizing the family, the couple, the parents, the siblings, we need to grow, evolve, heal… set limits.
It is necessary to see the shadow, the dark side of our tree and have the strength to get away from what has harmed us, we have to be our priority and stop suffering from relatives who only steal our energy, each one who takes care of their life, recognize them, but don’t be part of their wounds, their anger, their abandonment, their hypocrisy, their manipulation.
A friend died, and I want to be helpful to his wife, but I’m not sure what to do. I told her that if she needed anything to let me know. Of course, she thanked me, but it’s been a few days now and she hasn’t asked for anything. I don’t think she will. I feel so helpless. What should I do?
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Hey there, [Redacted]. Thanks for writing. I’m really glad your friend has you in her life.
I get it. Grief is a funny thing. It’s the time in our life when we most need help, and also the time when asking for help is so hard. Not because we are ashamed to ask for help, although that happens sometimes too. But mostly because our brain just sort of shuts down.
When my Dad died, I looked functional. But I wasn’t OK. Not at all. And when the news got out, the ton of people flooding me with calls, texts, and DM’s was overwhelming. I really couldn’t function. I sat on the swing in our yard and just stared into space. People called and asked what they could do to help. I had no idea.
“Well, anything you need at all, let me know, OK?”
“OK”.
They hung up. I stared into space some more.
I had no idea what to do. What I needed. I didn’t even know what to ask for.
Then a friend sent a text. This friend had met Dad once but didn’t really know him. But still, she knew I was hurting. I saw who it was and almost put the phone down without reading the text, but I saw the message and it stopped me:
Will you be home at 8:30 tonight?
What’s weird is this friend lives 12 hours away from me.
Yes, I replied.
“K.”
10 minutes later, she said, “Instacart will be there at 8:30. Open the door for them.”
“What?”
“Grief Groceries.”
When Instacart showed up, they put two large bags of groceries on my porch. Frozen pizzas. Ice cream. Oreo cookies. Tinned soup. Stouffer’s lasagna. A gallon of milk. Like that. Things I could heat up if I needed a meal, or pig out on if I needed fat and sugar. Sometimes, you just need to eat half a box of Oreos.
Notice she didn’t ask if I needed any food. I would have said no. She just asked if I would be home.
Grief groceries.
Another friend, who lives out of town, asked Renee to name a restaurant near our house where we like to eat. There is a local chain near our house that is sort of a deli. When we eat supper there, we spend about $25. Renee told her the name of the place.
An hour later, there was a gift card in my inbox for $250. Yes, that is a lot of money, and I understand not everyone can do that. But the wonderful thing was that because it was enough for multiple meals, we didn’t try to save it for “the right time”. We ate there that night, and take out from there several times a week for the next month on nights when I just didn’t have the spoons to cook.
Both of those gift-givers knew something I didn’t know – that when you are grieving, you don’t want to make decisions. No, that’s not quite it: You can’t make decisions. You hit decision fatigue really fast.
So, I guess what I’m saying is, don’t ask grieving people to make big choices or decisions. “How can I help” is a big choice. But “Can I take the kids this afternoon so you can have some time to yourself” is a much smaller one. “Will you be home tonight?” is a small choice. “What restaurant do you like” is a small decision. Just showing up to cut their grass because you noticed it needed cutting is loads better than asking, “Do you want me to cut the grass?” Or, “I’m going to Target. What can I get you while I’m there?” is better than “Can I run any errands for you?”
It won’t always be like this. If you stick around, eventually they will surface and ways to be helpful will make themselves known. But in the first few days, especially, it helps to remove as many decisions from their plate as possible.
We are calling the Grandmothers, Mothers, Sisters, Aunts, Daughters The Wild Women The Crones The seers & midwives The mountain & desert women The soul summoners The water carriers The tenders & feelers of Earth The ocean women who are rising the tide The fire women who are ready to roar The girls who already breathe consciously with the trees and the elders who choose to sing the song that ends the desecration of our world.
We are calling you to to RISE together now.
You are invited to unite & awaken to who, what you really are, on behalf of the forests, on behalf of the trees, on behalf of Life.
It never really struck me until the ”dream” I had about it two nights ago.
Two fathers, One with 4 daughters, One with several sons … 5?
The fathers were investigating the bloodline, considering if it were worth connecting and interbreeding within.
I figure at least 1 daughter will merge with the others son.
For some families, bloodlines, this consideration is critical. Are they of good stock? Are they well to do? How do they conduct themselves, in public and private? Are they clean? Are they respectable? Are they held in high esteem? Are they of force? Or Power? Are they pure, as in having innocence? This is the family line we’re talking about after all.
In other places, it’s about loooove …. Falling in love, uniting bloodlines, falling out of love, separating. Falling in love again, uniting bloodlines, falling out of love, separating. And so on.
Cording …
When I think of this, women who have perhaps 3 or 4 children with different men, and men who father children with different women … I think about all the bloodlines that individual and those created by the union, can actually birth into. Gets messy if you’re into reincarnation. The controllers probably none too happy about the mess.
How to correct it?
Eliminate those who are of messy bloodlines, move them into a separate realm.
How?
Patented technology, and the good ol’ fashioned way of transition.
Bloodlines are important for offspring and generations to come.
But in some places it’s not about wealth or blood or status or stature… it’s about that oh so sweet and mostly fleeting thing called “love” … which many mistake as lust.
How to clean up the bloodlines?
Unravel time, reconstruct it. Allow vibrational/generational patterns to magnetize to their specific match.
Here’s a catch tho…
Before we were birthed into this material body, we Were already. From whence did we come? What bloodlines were those? Our origins. “Before” this dense body/mind set.
BUT BEWARE OF DECEPTIONS AND DISTRACTIONS THAT HIDE TRUE COMING EVENTS. YOUR COMPASS WILL HELP YOU, LISTEN TO IT. ♾
ALL PLANNED. ♾
PUT YOUR ATTENTION WHERE THE MEDIA SILENCES, BECAUSE THAT’S WHERE TRUE EVIL IS AT WORK. THE REAL ENEMY IS HIDDEN. ♾
Why do they speed up all their plans? Why do they change a winning strategy into a dangerous one? Why expose yourself so much and more and more? THEY KNOW THAT TIME IS ABOUT TO STOP. THEY KNOW what’s coming for this they run. So who is the prey us or them? ♾
IMAGINE HOW DESPERATE THEY ARE TO CREATE ALL THESE SCREENPLAYS. THIS MEANS ONLY ONE THING: THEIR END IS HERE. ♾
Don’t be fooled by the fake alien invasion. Our family collective is coming soon. They want you to fear them. Do not give into these manufactured crises. We will be enlivening and healing this world when our beloveds arrive. These crisis actors are going away. And all these crisis are planned by those who will soon be gone. Remain calm, they require your fear for their magic to work.
They tell you not to cry. They tell you he’s just a dog, not a human. They tell you it will pass. They tell you that animals do not know that they must die. They tell you that the important thing is not to make them suffer. They tell you that you can get another one. They tell you it will happen. They tell you there are more unbearable pains. But they don’t know how many times you’ve looked your dog in the eye. They don’t know how many times it was you and your dog that looked in the dark. They don’t know how many times your dog was the only one by your side. They don’t know that the only one who hasn’t judged you is your dog. They don’t know how scared you were the night his moans woke you up. They don’t know how many times your dog has slept next to you. They don’t know how much you’ve changed since the dog became a part of your life. They don’t know how many times you hugged him when he was sick. They don’t know how many times you pretended not to see when his hair was getting whiter and whiter. They don’t know how many times you’ve talked to your dog, the only one who really listens to you. They don’t know how good you were to your dog. Little do they know that only your dog knew you were in pain. They don’t know what it’s like to see your old dog trying to come over and say hello. They don’t know that when things go wrong, the only one who isn’t gone is your dog. They don’t know that your dog trusts you, every moment of his life, even at the last moment. They don’t know how much your dog loved you and how little he needed to be happy, because you were enough for him. They don’t know that crying for a dog is one of the noblest, most meaningful, truest and purest things you can do. They don’t know about the last time you rocked him hard… being careful not to hurt him. They don’t know what you felt when you caressed his face in the last moments of his life.
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