Revisiting and old memory, I understand I hadn’t even researched at the time.
Today, I look into a mystery for the first time, and I wonder if mine challengers were as ignorant as I … or if this is precisely the reason my life has been one big, orchestrated, catastrophe.
I am grateful to those who have offered conditions which bring expedited growth potentials. You have served well, albeit, unwittingly.
I research, and wonder … Who Am I … Really? And why have the interferers tried so desperately to remove me from this plane?
Could it have something to do with the ruling Tribe of Judah and the Ruling Tribe of Benjamin?
Let me dig around some more.
Check out your flesh … perhaps you too have a marking which has offered you a quiz.
We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow The hammer of the gods Will drive our ships to new lands To fight the horde, sing and cry Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah-ah, ah! Ah-ah, ah!
We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow How soft your fields so green Can whisper tales of gore Of how we calmed the tides of war We are your overlords
On we sweep with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you’d better stop and rebuild all your ruins For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing
I woke several times in the night Saturday to record dreamy messages. I listened to it yesterday after church and want to share a portion of it.
Apparently “they’ve” been siphoning energy from the golden eggs. I took this to mean the sacred energies of the feminine portals and the life they birth/create.
I also recorded that all vitality stolen, and all that had been manifested using that energy, will be purified and returned to their source.
(I have omitted a visual showing me the binding of perpetrators and their symbols because I don’t want to interfere in the success of the strategy).
Oh my God ……
Heavenly Fathers family, they birth their children into the golden eggs. Then the child in that egg is birthed through the human female into this realm The Jack wagons were siphoning the energies from the children of God while they rested in their golden eggs … literally, the children of Gods family.
When they are birthed, they have no memory, they are weak, fragile, and disconnected from their true “parents”.
“Know yourself, because … if you know yourself, you will understand, that good and bad, come from you.
It’s good that you should know your own existence: you’ll become amongst others … of a higher existence.
When you’re knowing yourself you know everything: with this knowledge you’re free from every evil thing.
As you don’t know you, you don’t know your worth!
If you can see your Self, you will see God, the Truth!
Your servants, seven planets and nine skies will be; it is a great shame that You are a slave to your body! If you should be looking for that blessing so blissful, don’t be chained down by animal pleasures, blissful! Become like men who are great … don’t eat or sleep! Explore yourself like who the world explore and seek!
Belonging to the realm of animals is food and sleep: the spirit that’s in you, lives by knowledge … to keep.
Begin waking up … how long will you keep sleeping? Look at yourself … you, are a really wonderful thing!
Think … and remember, from where you are coming: why is it fact, that in this prison you’re languishing? Break out from your cage and be flying to your tower …
It is so obvious that you’ve been made for a reason … it is such a shame if you don’t accomplish. It’s a pity, a shame for an angel to Satan be obeying: its such a pity for a king, a doorkeeper be obeying …
Upon your treasure you have some dragon squatting: kill that dragon … from suffering yourself be freeing! If you should feed it, you will into a coward change … and would when talking of treasure, become strange.
It is like, if you should have in your house a treasure, even if you are sick … in your hand you have the cure! You’ve fallen asleep, how to reach your destination? Talisman fascinates you, but treasure … why, go on? Smash up that talisman and that treasure take up … suffer a little pain, and from yourself … pain, take up!”
I’m not here to be the floor that you walk on I’m not here to just do whatever you say Watch out I’m flying in like a black swan I’m gonna show that I’m more than just a pretty face
I’m not here to just walk along the old path I’m not here to be a number in your race You might think you have control but it’s all mine You don’t know it but you’re standing on the fault line
And I’m an earthquake I’m here to shake things up I’m gonna shake things up I’m gonna shake things up Things up Things up I’m an earthquake
You be the melody and I’ll be the bass line I’m not here to be a fiddle that you play You can party with your wine and your moonshine I’m gonna shake it up and open up the champagne
I’m an earthquake I’m here to shake things up I’m gonna shake things up I’m gonna shake things up Things up Things up I’m an earthquake
I’m swimming against the stream You can feel the boat rocking but it’s not what it seems You might think I’m a tidal wave But I’m the earthquake
I’m an earthquake I’m here to shake things up I’m gonna shake things up I’m gonna shake things up Things up Things up I’m an earthquake I’m here to shake things up I’m gonna shake things up I’m gonna shake things up Things up Things up I’m an earthquake
Blood mysteries teach that menstrual blood and birthing blood are holy blood, power blood, healing blood. The blood mysteries teach us to remember that life and healing come from and return to woman, to the wise woman, to the woman who bleeds and does not die.
Blood mysteries reveal that menstrual (moontime) blood and birth blood are so holy, so full of potential, so full of the void, that they are to be used only to heal, to heal by nourishing. Holy woman-blood is nourishing blood, blood of love, blood of abundance, blood that heals the earth.
Blood mysteries recall the immense power of the bleeding woman. Power enough to share in great nourishing give-away from mother to matrix, give-away of nourisher to nourisher. When we bleed into the ground (in reality or fantasy) our power regrounds as our blood flows through the personal root chakra and into the earth.
Bleeding into the ground, bleeding freely, we know ourselves as women, as nourishers of life, as givers of nourishment to the plants, givers of holy nourishment: our moontime blood.
I am woman giving away nourishment to ensure this planet’s life. With my moontime power, my blood, with my birthing power, my blood, I feed the earth who feeds us all. Every month I remember: I am woman. I am earth. I am life. I am nourishment. I am change.
I am woman, confronted with my changes: hormonal harmonics stirring moon time visions . . . I am woman. I know life, death, pain, and health in my marrow, in my womb. I know the narrow space between life and death, the bloody place of birth, the bloody mess of nourishing life, the bloody flow of letting life go. I am woman. My blood is power. Peaceful power. Peaceful blood.
My blood is holy nourishment. My blood nourishes the growing fetus. My blood becomes milk to nourish the young child. My blood flows into the ground as holy nourishment for the Great Mother, Gaia, Mother Earth.
I only ask you to enter my house with respect. To serve you I do not need your devotion, but your sincerity. Neither your beliefs, but your thirst for knowledge. Enter with your vices, your fears and your hatreds from the greatest to the smaller ones, I can help you dissolve them.
You can look at me and love me as a female, as a mother, as a daughter, as a sister, as a friend, but never look at me as an authority above yourself. If the devotion you have for any god, It is greater than the one you have for the God that is within you, you offend them both and you offend the one.
Celtic older women were revered as the ‘wisdom keepers’. Over time they were called the ‘Crone’ which derived from the word ‘Crown’ meaning they were illuminated ‘shining ones’. The church feared these wise women, murdering & relegating them to the role of the ‘evil ugly hag’.
A small list of some of the crone goddesses from different cultures.
Ala (Nigerian) – The spirits of the dead find peace in her womb.
Ama No Uzumi (Japanese) – A Shinto ancestral Goddess of longevity, protection and psychic abilities.
Asase Yaa (West African) – She represents the womb of the earth from whom we are all birthed and will return to at our death.
Annis (Celtic) – Depicted as a frightening old woman, keeper of wisdom and old ways.
Badb (Irish) – The shape shifting warrior Goddess who symbolises the cycles of life and death, wisdom and inspiration.
Baubo (Greek) – This Bawdy Goddess uses female sexuality and laughter to raise a smile from Demeter.
Baba Yaga (Russian) – In Slavic mythology she is the wild old woman; the witch; and mistress of magic.
Cerridwen (Celtic) – The Keeper of the Cauldron. She represents the wisdom of old age.
god is a mother and with that sentence the world stops
the world always stops when woman and divine commingle
as if the feminine dilutes the miraculous when in reality it embodies it
when jesus turns water to wine they clap but when women turn breasts to milk they cringe
a broken man’s body is celebrated each sunday while a broken woman’s body is just hidden away
and it’s no wonder that mother is a word used by men to demonize those who don’t claim the name and weaponized to shame those who step out of line because their ideal woman plays the role of nurturer and silencer in pews built and led by them
but when god becomes mother she is neither quiet or compliant she leads confidently she questions authority she commands respect which might be the problem
for mother god did not gather us up carelessly but took her time with it she fed us milk birthed our souls and broke her body and the permanence can be uncomfortable
and to disentangle god from motherhood is impossible but to disentangle god from womanhood is sinful
because seeing god as mother is one step closer to seeing god in me and it’s in that i am truly born again
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