Sex is Sacred.
Hopping from sack to sack is not only a great way to pick up physical diseases, but “spiritual” diseases too, even family curses.
What are you fishing for?
We lost some type of war that folks just don’t talk about … and that war is currently in motion, behind scene, while people are distracted … by these ‘fake’ wars … I’m not saying the distraction isn’t real, I’m saying it’s fabricated so people don’t look any further and fight. It’s a spiritual battle, bleeding into the physical.
Original post date October 21, 2020.
May 29, 1996 I was in a car accident, I wrapped my Honda Del Sol around a telephone pole.
At first, as I walked around for 2 days as tho I was the living dead, I thought it was just extreme luck, saved by “god”, after all, when I lost control I lifted my hands from the steering wheel and simply said, “Oh God”.
Some time ago I had a vision of this accident, but in this vision I had hit the pole head on, not rear first. There were women there telling me to ‘breathe’.
Knowing what I know now, this had to be a timeline shift. Someone wanted to be certain I survived that accident. Why they wanted to keep me alive for these times is still unknown … by me.
There are some folks out there who claim to know who I am, they claim to know what I will do, they’ve stated that I’ve done ‘this’ for other worlds also. One of these folks called me a ‘princess’.
I come from a place where there is a man residing on the highest mountain, he sent me here. I walked into the sun, meandering through tall golden grasses in the meadow below this man. Just as I walked into this life I looked up at him and he sent the feeling, the impression, that he is mine. It was the fullest love I have ever felt.
It is maddening when others claim to know who you are and yet do not share the information. How can they possibly know me when I do not even know myself?
One thing is clear, I came for a reason, and ‘someones’ shifted time in a very bad accident to keep me here, alive, in these times.
I’ve been visited by Golden, guardian of the canine who have crossed over. He came to me when he was able to retrieve my murdered Sal, allowing us to play for a short time before they went. He came to me and attacked something that was in front of me. He presented a bunch of puppies, playing.
One of the first humans came to me, running through the forest, somersaulting, so agile! Some might refer to this one as a bigfoot. They also showed me their young, three little ones.
A very young female, in body, was wise beyond her appearance, obviously quite ancient. She presented herself in front of me. She wore the pelts of animals as clothing. I wondered why she would appear to me … who is she?
I’ve had people in astral ‘shadow’ help me maintain my composure when I got riled, as though they were trying to protect me.
I’ve had people in astral ‘light’ try to do me harm.
There are MANY experiences I have not listed here.
I’ve been aboard a craft on another world and saw a family on a mound in the center of the river, seemingly paralyzed. Creatures came and those on the craft began throwing out salt pellets, claiming they liked the salt. Which led me to think the family on the mound was some sort of sacrifice.
I’ve received many psychic threats and attacks, both verbally and physical. Human beings sometimes think that if they do certain magic spells, they’ll be rewarded with something of benefit. They keep trying, can’t say as I blame them … this seems to be the only way to gain for some. I’ve had to walk away from more than one actual person who did this …
Some day perhaps I’ll know as much about me as others seem to think they know. Although, I often ‘hear’ them saying, “She’s stronger than I thought she was” among other statements of error in ‘thinking’ concerning me.
Maybe they really do not know as much as they think they know, they’ve been in error so often.
CERN … the glorious gatekeepers to multiverse. They’ve been instructed to open portals, and this is exactly what they are doing.
You see, this IS the time of harvest for this planet. Some folks with go here, some there …. on one world and time-line or another.
Our attitudes are being observed right now, which is why it is important to deal with triggering memories and work on a shift in attitude to one of compassion, care and even love. There are quite a few who are not pleased with my attitude.
Someone mentioned that our self, and god, will be determining whether we go to one of the heavens or one of the other places. Of course I asked, who is god? To which I received no answer.
There are factions here who have been warring for millennia … the Holy War. The Jewish people know all about it, they’ve been in the middle of it for a very long time.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expulsions_and_exoduses_of_Jews
I had no idea about any of this as a non-religious person. Personally, I have only the history of this particular life, I have no knowledge of even my ancestry. I do not even know what time of day I was born, day or night. And yet others have this history in their lives which goes back millennia. It is difficult for me to understand.
And they (in the hidden realms) who are involved in this fiasco think they know who I am … a bit disturbing.
Perhaps someday I’ll know what all of this is about.
Today it is October 21, 2023.
It’s winding down now.
Soon … balance, harmony …
Compromise.
Unity.
My adversary’s called me a half breed last night. I think this gives them trouble, the fact that I have 50% solid bloodline.
I may not even fully understand their dilemma regarding my lineage.
Their goal was to scatter divine inheritance and power, by mixing the races so thoroughly, there would be spiritual weakness … ancestral fragmentation, a watering down of the bloodline …
Apparently my bloodline is actually powerful. Haha …. I still am not sure what exactly the 50% is … there seems to be discrepancies among family members.
It has obviously offered me particular strengths they weren’t expecting me to have.
Now they are desperately trying to strategize against me with this new information.
Heavenly Father, my king, my God, Star nation family, Angels, and ALL working on behalf of the Sacred, the Divinity of Life … I love you.
It still baffles me that the interfering, unseen challengers (terrorists) haven’t yet figured out their efforts are wasted.
I suppose they just won’t accept it.
All they know is force.
Power is about to prove itself superior to such force.
Let it be.
Here’s a map of more than 6000 contact-era Native American Villages on the West Coast that were recorded from written accounts or oral traditions. Villages are color-coded according to the primary language. Western North America was a VERY diverse place before being colonized.
Source : From Atlas of Western Pre-History / map source : https://www.reddit.com/r/MapPorn/comments/ycdqs4/heres_a_map_of_more_than_6000_contactera_native/
The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.
I am still every age that I have been.
Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be . . .
This does not mean that I ought to be trapped or enclosed in any of these ages . . . the delayed adolescent, the childish adult, but that they are in me to be drawn on; to forget is a form of suicide . . .
Far too many people misunderstand what putting away childish things means, and think that forgetting what it is like to think and feel and touch and smell and taste and see and hear like a three-year-old or a thirteen-year-old or a twenty-three-year-old means being grownup. When I’m with these people I, like the kids, feel that if this is what it means to be a grown-up, then I don’t ever want to be one. Instead of which, if I can retain a child’s awareness and joy, and be fifty-one, then I will really learn what it means to be grownup.
Art: Reina Yamada
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It’s sad to me when I give reign to my inner child, and I watch the faces of those who are in the path of her purity, her love.
It’s my responsibility to be in environments which are safe to give and receive pure, innocent love. Unmolested by lower vibrational energies.
If my inner child is afraid to show her face because of judgement, I won’t bring her around. I won’t BE around others who are unsafe for my inner, fully loving and accepting, inner child.
You don’t get angry with a child when they come to you and say, “Daddy, I heard Jews got gassed because they’re bad people.”
Does he get angry? Accuse them of anti-semitism? Does he lock him in his room and deny him supper?
No.
He opens dialog.
He extracts his emotion and he tries to explain the history, to the best of his ability, calmly. Maybe they even study what’s available together, meet actual people who have experiences.
Speaking Honestly.
The good, the bad, the ugly.
He allows his child the freedom to develop his own perspectives having given him all the tools and information at his disposal.
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When an adult who knows little to nothing of this history, having been inundated with gibberish meant to skew their minds mentions the same thing, why can’t we educate calmly? Why must they be confronted by a red faced, angry, snarling and spitting person accusing them of anti-semitism, when an educational conversation would be better?
Trauma does that.
People, intentionally kept from the truth, the authentic and transparent truth can’t possibly know what causes another so much pain. They are as children.
Let us speak …
Transparently.
Honestly.
All of it.
The good, bad and ugly
Get the skeletons out of the closet.
Be real.
Be true.
Be helpful.
Relationship is tough.
Folks walking around with huge chips on their shoulders wanting to punish people rather than working to build informational networks that could make things more easily understood.
That being said, I did a read on current events between Israel and Hamas.
Israel’s President is protecting the contracts of the Divine Feminine. After all, this is where the true wealth resides.
Hamas knows there are massive amounts of abundance here. They’ve been living in scarcity for a long time … the reason is plain. They will fail at their endeavor.
Israel, and her Divine contracts, are safe.
Her leaders take her protection very seriously.
I say “Her” because it’s what comes naturally to my Spirit. I’m certain there will be those who are offended by that.
I offer no apologies.
I do, however, offer a link to some supporting literature.
https://www.bibletools.org/index.cfm/fuseaction/Topical.show/RTD/cgg/ID/5661/Israel-as-Woman.htm
No one wants war.
Governments who desire power create opportunities for war, and for this human suffering. They only care about the divine contracts of the feminine and who controls them.
Regular men who don’t consider such things and aren’t interested in this dominance are sent to die for it.
https://x.com/ivan_8848/status/1711260533284810773?s=46&t=zsZI5mlc1igVGWFu2MUwig
“They” want to lower the vibration of the people. Their energy is too high and light. It’s making their governing structures warble. They allow attacks so they have an excuse to send men to die. It’s suffering that powers these governing systems. It’s suffering that keeps them “managing” divine contracts.
Dr. Frank Mayfield was touring Tewksbury Institute when, on his way out, he accidentally collided with an elderly floor maid. To cover the awkward moment Dr. Mayfield started asking questions.
“How long have you worked here?”
“I’ve worked here almost since the place opened,”the maid replied.
“What can you tell me about the history of this place?” he asked.
“I don’t think I can tell you anything, but I could show you something.”
With that, she took his hand and led him down to the basement under the oldest section of the building. She pointed to one of what looked like small prison cells, their iron bars rusted with age, and said, “That’s the cage where they used to keep Annie Sullivan.”
“Who’s Annie?” the doctor asked.
“Annie was a young girl who was brought in here because she was incorrigible—nobody could do anything with her. She’d bite and scream and throw her food at people. The doctors and nurses couldn’t even examine her or anything. I’d see them trying with her spitting and scratching at them.
“I was only a few years younger than her myself and I used to think, ‘I sure would hate to be locked up in a cage like that.’ I wanted to help her, but I didn’t have any idea what I could do. I mean, if the doctors and nurses couldn’t help her, what could someone like me do?
“I didn’t know what else to do, so I just baked her some brownies one night after work. The next day I brought them in. I walked carefully to her cage and said, ‘Annie, I baked these brownies just for you. I’ll put them right here on the floor and you can come and get them if you want.’
“Then I got out of there just as fast as I could because I was afraid she might throw them at me. But she didn’t. She actually took the brownies and ate them. After that, she was just a little bit nicer to me when I was around. And sometimes I’d talk to her. Once, I even got her laughing.
One of the nurses noticed this and she told the doctor. They asked me if I’d help them with Annie. I said I would if I could. So that’s how it came about that. Every time they wanted to see Annie or examine her, I went into the cage first and explained and calmed her down and held her hand. This is how they discovered that Annie was almost blind.”
After they’d been working with her for about a year—and it was tough sledding with Annie—the Perkins institute for the Blind opened its doors. They were able to help her and she went on to study and she became a teacher herself.
Annie came back to the Tewksbury Institute to visit, and to see what she could do to help out. At first, the Director didn’t say anything and then he thought about a letter he’d just received. A man had written to him about his daughter. She was absolutely unruly—almost like an animal. She was blind and deaf as well as ‘deranged.’
He was at his wit’s end, but he didn’t want to put her in an asylum. So he wrote the Institute to ask if they knew of anyone who would come to his house and work with his daughter.
And that is how Annie Sullivan became the lifelong companion of Helen Keller.
When Helen Keller received the Nobel Prize, she was asked who had the greatest impact on her life and she said, “Annie Sullivan.”
But Annie said, “No, Helen. The woman who had the greatest influence on both our lives was a floor maid at the Tewksbury Institute.”
“When I was sixteen, I won a great victory. I felt in that moment I would live to be a hundred. Now I know I shall not see thirty.
None of us know our end, really, or what hand will guide us there. A king may move a man, a father may claim a son, but that man can also move himself, and only then does that man truly begin his own game.
Remember that howsoever you are played or by whom, your soul is in your keeping alone, even though those who presume to play you be kings or men of power.
When you stand before God, you cannot say, “But I was told by others to do thus,” or that virtue was not convenient at the time. This will not suffice. Remember that.” – King Baldwin IV, Kingdom of Heaven.
King Baldwin suffered from leprosy, plaguing him from a young age, he would fight wars and rule Jerusalem despite this illness, and die at the age of 24.
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