It takes a lot to love a thing, a life, in any of its forms …. and it takes very little to destroy it. Usually, it is destroyed simply because the one they long to hurt has become unaffected by them … so they harm what, and who, they love, trying to get them to bend to their will.
So the one who has refused to bend, to submit to the destroyer must also stand firm in the face of the torment of that which they love … for to fight it is in a way, bending to it. The task then, is to shed the responsibilities one might feel toward the harm … blaming self for the actions of another …. questions arise, “if I had agreed to bend, to submit, perhaps lives would be spared, harm not perpetrated on the innocent.”
We all know … or at least I hope so by now, this is a lie. No amount of bending to an aggressor will end aggression …. no amount of shrinking will stop a power tripping entity from doing harm …. no …. they will demand more, and more, until there is no thing left but rivers of pain and suffering.
So the warrior must continue to stand strong and firm … daring the destroyer to simply destroy it all … they will anyway. Why allow them to strip a soul of their sovereignty in the process? Breaking the Will that we all hold so dear.
They will destroy everything anyway … despite contracts, or treaties, or handshakes …. they will destroy it all … if not now, later.
It is too bad that so many are blinded by this truth. They cower, and they call it being a “savior” for simply delaying the inevitable. They keep in mind the promises made to them by said destroyer … Utopia.
They have already relinquished their soul … their sovereignty…. they settle for less because this keeps them ‘safe’ … all they need do is fulfill their obligations stated in the contract … feed the beast.
Their collective soul will rot … and rightly so …. unless of course they are experts at throwing off the guilt of their chosen actions and betrayals to innocence, perfectly okay with being traitor to life.
In that case, they have become the aggressor … no better, no worse.
The tears, the sobbing, the torment of the innocent is music to their ears …. it sings out in everyone’s ears these days … and people are so distracted by the manipulated chaos, the virus, the riots, the fires, the elections … that they cannot hear what is plainly occurring, and they deny its existence.
Soon tho, they will not be able to deny it any longer. Even the most fervent denier will no longer be able to refuse its truth.
In these times, it is very important to consider the breath and healing techniques … for our body, our energetic fields, and our emitions into this world … will we breathe LIFE into our surroundings, or contribute to the chaotic outputs we are pounded with?
We are being bombarded by negativity .. in the media, by the people who are unaware of their outputs, (and those that are) and by the unseen via dreams … suggestions of inferiority and weakness … of mind and all other forms of self.
Firming up and reeling in all scattered energies is crucial right now.
Here is a link to several methods of breathwork ….
Here is one technique that has wonderful effects on the aura and energies. It’s a healing breath (breath of fire) that can be blown into a vision of your own body as it stands in front of you, and has many other uses as well.
Here is another technique that has a lot of promise ….
If you wish to stand even the slightest chance of coping in a good way with the manipulations of the seen and unseen, control of self, and self output must be considered … and practiced.
Remember to drink a LOT of water, as you will need to flush out that which you are shedding.
It isn’t always wise to share what you are doing with others, for ‘some’ will ultimately try and find a way to counter the benefits you are experiencing.
In this particular matter, I happen to care about the world and the life in it so much, I take that risk.
This world tries to tell us who we are from the beginning of our lives.
Fat, skinny, dim witted, intelligent, mentally challenged, pretty, ugly, selfish, generous, and any number of other things.
Before we become adults our psyche can be corrupted by the many opinions of our peers. We attempt to live up to their expectations.
Doctors may label us as ‘something’ in order to have an excuse to prescribe various medications which alter our chemistry in order to ‘help’ us. Once they do this, family, friends, society as a whole does its thing and tries to validate this ‘diagnosis’. Usually all done out of ignorance, or a requirement to prescribe meds, or a failed understanding of our experience of the Spiritual Realms, which we may have become connected to.
Triggers born of such experiences and judgments can be difficult to shed as we begin to stand more firmly in our OWN perceptions and ideas of Self. It can take a lot for us to finally say, No More … you are not allowed to define me any longer.
Yet the trigger is sometimes flipped by our connections, even unintentionally, due to the wounds we carry.
This is a good thing, for it allows us the opportunity to see it, to evaluate it, to sit with it and trace it to its source, to see how it has affected our lives and our decisions about self and relationships.
This is when healing can occur if we are willing to look at it deeply, acknowledge it so that it can be released, rather than suppressed. In suppression it will ALWAYS have opportunity to rear its head.
Acknowledgement and release is the only way to freedom from the stigma that began with others placing their own perceptions of our value on us, which we often take on as our own.
Becoming a healer is a difficult process, and always begins with our willingness to heal Self first. Becoming a healer cannot BE any other way, for books cannot teach it … it must be experienced for Self in order to BE IT, and to be of assistance for others.
Bless the courageous and their Stubborn Will which demands to become that which they have always needed, a nurturer. And somewhere along the line, transforming that Stubborn Will into a Skillful Will that is of benefit not only to Self, but to the World.
I love you so much.
Your Brilliance, your Endurance, and your Love for Life is tremendous and oh so beautiful.
I am one of the most Blessed Women, simply for knowing you. And for finally, coming into the true knowledge of what it means to be whole. I am so happy that this Life is a continuous opportunity for development and advancement in the Spiritual things …. in the Heart, Mind, Body and Emotional states which need focus to become Balance.
As chaos flies all about the world, let us reel in our energies, harness it, and apply it to that world we wish to co-create together … a world of beauty, acceptance, care, compassion and Love … in all of its forms.
I am so very tired of this traveling shame show. I can’t take it any longer. It’s ridiculous.
So many of us wandering around not happy with who we are, not comfortable in our own skin, swearing we will finally celebrate our lives when we finally do that one next thing.
When does it end?
It ends when we end it. It ends when we clear the emotional debris and try a self-celebratory way of being on for size. Not when someone’s love for us hands us back our self-worth, but when we decide to on our own terms.
Many of us go through our whole lives not loving ourselves for one minute. This has to stop. Lets stop it. Lets practice self-love. A little more every day.
Yesterday I consumed flesh for the first time in six years. I was looking forward to the message and sensation my body(s) would receive. Here is my report …
I woke feeling like I typically do upon rising. Soon, however, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach brought itself into my awareness. Perhaps it is residual from the fight the animal I consumed put up before being slaughtered, the fear it felt, the adrenaline, infused in its fleshy fibers.
I became agitated, short tempered, and my energy became somewhat chaotic.
I was expecting to feel stronger, nourished by it, but the opposite happened.
My energy was dirtied by it.
I am not saying the animal itself, while living, was dirty.
What I’m relating here is that the fear, the fight, the intense adrenaline … all of this was infused into the flesh, and when I consumed it, these energies affected my own.
It is easy to understand where much of the chaos in this world stems from.
Those who consume fear and adrenaline toxicity enmesh it into their own fields.
We truly do become what we eat, energetically speaking.
There is the mindset that humans have dominion over the animal kingdom and can kill and consume as they please. There is no compassion or regard to life.
Many will be shocked when they discover there are many higher beings than we, soon to make entry here among us, who feel the same about humanity … thinking us a commodity, a food source.
None of us will be able to complain justly or argue in defense.
What we reap we shall sow.
The experience was a necessary one for me, to affirm my position when it comes to the honoring of life.
For nearly two decades my sensitivity has been increasing for all life. Six years ago I woke at three a.m. and for some odd reason I flipped to YouTube and watched a massive bull being slaughtered.
He was majestic, powerful, and determined to live. It took five full grown men to force him into the stall, where they trapped him and slit his throat. I watched as the life drained from him.
It scarred me. I could not bring myself to eat meat afterward, especially red meat … feeling the horror of it in every fiber of me.
Today, six years after cutting meat entirely from my diet, I consumed a new york steak.
When the thought first rose in me this afternoon I asked out loud, how can I possibly eat such a thing, knowing this powerful beast wanted to live just as much as I … a powerful animal that had never consumed flesh.
The thought came to me that I needed to toughen my gentle heart, that I needed to balance the gentleness with its polarity, even if only slightly.
Again I asked aloud, how can I possibly eat this without feeling guilty? I got the impression my body needed it, the energy of it.
The answer came fairly quickly.
Eat the mighty bull … eat the mighty bull and allow its power, it’s strength, and it’s desire to live infuse with my own being.
So I stated over and over again …
Eat the Mighty Bull … Eat the Mighty Bull … bond with it’s life force and allow it to live on, through me … strengthening me.
Now, the bull and I are one.
After six years without it, it should be quite evident the effect it will have upon my being, my body, my mind, my energy.
I love the mighty bull … it is my brother, my nourisher, my sustainer … this is how I now choose to view it … with honor, and deep gratitude.
Of course … it might not sit well with me after more thought. It will be interesting to see how this progresses.
UPDATE: Every being wants to live, none wish to die. Knowing this how can I harm a being simply for my own selfish need? Even the simple purchase of it, which someone else has done the harm to, is doing a wrong against life. Compassion takes courage. Love must be cultivated in heart and include all portions of life. It will be another very long time, if ever, I consume flesh.
It is important to be aware of these “urgings” … it is a slippery slope, this line between having compassion for all life, and participating in its destruction.
Mass hypnotism and rote learning has taught us to have disregard for any life but our own.
Selfishness is bred into the mind, and it comes from the unseen as well as those who are in body supporting the narrative.
Yes, I consumed a portion of the Mighty Bull. And I thank him for giving me this current understanding, affirming my original decision to end my consumption.
The energy of the Mighty Bull is chaotic. I sense a sort of sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and my attitude has become agitated.
Now I will work towards cleansing and purifying my energetic field, drinking a lot of water … for I know not yet the techniques others utilize.
Thank you Mighty Bull, for sharing your message and desire for life with me. I will do my best to honor you.
Today is a day to focus on balance. Sometimes my energy dips up or down, my mood swings, battles seem to be uphill, or opportunities seem to slide downhill. But these are outer appearances. Within myself, I am completely in balance. I am balanced physically through exercise and healthy food. I am balanced emotionally through loving, peaceful relationships. I am balanced mentally with happy, positive thoughts. From the inner to the outer, everything in my life today is in perfect balance.