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.
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.
Since I don’t really want to say “Happy Thanksgiving” to my indigenous friends and family, I’ll say instead,
My wish for you this day is happiness. I hope you are able to enjoy time with, and a meal with, those you love.
Today, my father is coming for a meal. We have a lot to discuss about our future. I am excited as our relationship is blossoming more than I had ever hoped it would.
I wish you love. I wish you abundance. I wish you joy. I wish you peace.
A man lost his son and couldn’t bare the thought of living without him. He was suffering and couldn’t believe his son was gone. He cried and cried every day and night, missing his son, wishing things were different.
He couldn’t sleep and hadn’t slept in a long time. One night an old medicine man came to him in a dream and told him “Enough!! That’s enough crying!!” The dad told him “I cannot stop, I am never going to see him again!” The old Medicine man said, “Do you want to see him again?” The dad says “yes of course” the old medicine man takes him to the entrance of happy hunting ground where he sees many little beautiful children, so happy and innocent, carrying eagle feathers into the happy hunting grounds, smiling and laughing and just so beautiful. The dad asks “where is my son? Who are these kids?” The old medicine man said “these are the children that are called home early, they are innocent and loved and they go right through to the happy hunting grounds, so happy” the dad says “and my son? Where is he? Why isn’t he with these children?”
The old medicine man said, “come this way” and guided him to the side of entrance. A small boy with a beautiful smile was standing there watching all the children enter the happy hunting grounds. He was standing there within reach of an eagle’s feather. His dad grabbed him and hugged him, and the boy kissed his dads’ cheeks and told him he missed him. The dad said “why don’t you have a eagles feather like the other kids? Why are you waiting here at the entrance?”
The boy said “I keep trying to get the eagle feather Daddy, but your tears pull it out of reach. I see you are so sad, and I am tied to that feeling so I wait here until you’re ok” the dad burst out crying for the last time, he told his son, “Get that eagle feather and go, I will be ok, and I know you will be too.”
Don’t cry too long for that loved one you lost, whether son, daughter, husband, mother or father!! Let them rest in peace, don’t torment your life, because they won’t come back, have faith that you will be together again, and that Creator makes us a beautiful home with all our loved ones when we leave this world.
Be aware of the bigger picture as it is, not just the desire behind action … what do people really need? Is it truly what we desire to give, or is it something else?
Years ago I was a struggling single woman. My mother asked what I wanted for Christmas. I said, “If you really want to do something for me, pay my PGE bill.” She got pissed and said, “I’m not giving you MONEY!!” And she bought me something I had absolutely no need for, it was useless to me.
She also got mad when I told her I wasn’t doing Christmas one year because of no money. She said haughtily, “You have a credit card don’t you?” And I was flabbergasted that she wanted me to go hundreds of dollars in debt with interest so I could buy people things they wouldn’t need or like.
I never understood that holiday…. Although these days I may find reason to get myself something nice.
We are patient. We are kind. We take no shit. Be with us. Or be against us. Power in choice. We create our reality. With a little help from our friends, Or separation and destruction from our adversary. Choose.
Will you be steered by the adversary, or drawn to family who loves you?
“Sex,” I was pretty sure, meant whether you were a boy or girl, and “sin” made Tante Jans very angry, but what the two together meant I could not imagine. And so, seated next to Father in the train compartment, I suddenly asked, “Father, what is sexsin?”
He turned to look at me, as he always did when answering a question, but to my surprise he said nothing. At last he stood up, lifted his traveling case from the rack over our heads, and set it on the floor.
“Will you carry it off the train, Corrie?” he said. I stood up and tugged at it. It was crammed with the watches and spare parts he had purchased that morning.
“It’s too heavy,” I said.
“Yes,” he said. “And it would be a pretty poor father who would ask his little girl to carry such a load. It’s the same way, Corrie, with knowledge.
We are asking our children to carry loads that are way too heavy for them.
They should not be forced, as children, to see and feel the world through the lens of adults.
Innocence is worth protecting and worth fighting for.
We need to do our part as teachers, parents and caregivers to carry certain things for them until they are old enough to bear the load.
Does she feel younger than me? As you’re lying in your bed Does she feel younger than me? Or is that in my head?
Does she feel younger than me? New and shiny Does she feel younger than me? But most importantly
Do you call her bright eyes too? Too
Too
Too
I know she’s younger than me As I’m lying in our bed I know she’s younger than me Can’t get it out of my head I know she’s younger than me Less pain to carry I know she’s younger than me Darling tell me
Do you call her bright eyes too?
Too
Too
Too
Now are you haunted by me? That age old marital trip What’s gotten old about me? Serpent in my bed Now, is that your pain you see? Replenished, strung ahead I don’t know how to stay me But repetition lies ahead for you For you
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