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TRUE HISTORY of HUMANITY and Earth

Published March 30, 2021 by tindertender

Please forget what you learned in school and have an open mind.

Generll info The Fall:
Earth is in HU-1
Tara is in HU-2
Gaia is in HU-3
HU – Harmonic Universe, each has 3 Dimension, so we are now in the first HU in the 3Dimension

Project Turaneusiam-1 (T-1)
560 MYA (million years ago) Project Turaneusiam-1 (T-1) begins.
Many ET + Meta-ET’s created a master race to serve as guardians of Planet Tara.
Founders of project T-1 =3D Meta-ET from HU-4 & HU-5 Lyrans HU-3 =3D Seed Race of T-1 Sirian Council HU-2 =3D Directors/Overseers of T-1 Elohim HU-3 =3D race of beings created by Lyrans to oversee Sirian races in HU-2.
T-1 was made up of 12-subraces (genetics from 12 ET races).
12-subraces are:
Bra-ha-man
Dhr-ah-men
Atoni
Trin-iten
Azurtan
Celtos
Addami
Yutarans
Cerrasz
Nexack-tai
Melchizedek
Manipulation/Interbreeding by UNRELATED ET races caused major digression/division.
T-1 split into two main strains:
Alanians (Beli-Kudyem)
Lumians (Adami-Kudmon)
Alanians sought control over Luminians – experimented with power generation thru Tara’s core – Lumians asked for assistance from Sirian Council HU-2 and Elohim HU-3.
Lumians set up “Council of Mu”, moved large numbers across ocean to small continent with tiny/simple/unorganized culture – Continent named “MU”.
Elohim HU-3 interbred with Lumians (Cerrasz strain) to purify genes – new strain called Ceres/Seres – Seres went on to become Priesthood of Mu.
Alanians =3D Templar Solar Initiates – combines forces with Sirian Anunnaki and refused to listen to Sirian Council.
Sirian Anunnaki =3D opposed / anti-Sirian Council.
Group of Alanians not happy with TempSolar defected to Mu.
Ceres + Lumians interbred with these Alanians – new breed known as Priesthood of Ur.
Sirian Rebellion War – p/hood of Ur lost battle to TempSolar and retreated underground.
Impending Tara Grid implosion – many evaded to other star systems.

Tara Cataclysm
550 MYA Alanian deep underground power crystals exploded – Tara grid blown apart – Tara detached from morphogenetic grid.
Tara now missing portions of it’s grid – could not continue evolution/ascension to HU-3 to merge with Gaia D7 – frozen in time-tracks until repaired.
The fragments of the grid that fell apart, fell in vibration, got sucked thru a black-hole at the centre of Tara’s sun and re-emerged in a galaxy HU-1.
These fragments broke up into 12-pieces, which densified into planets in HU-1.
550 MYA Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Maldek (imploded) Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, Nibiru (has very long orbit) and the Sun (which was a HU-2 planet that fused with a HU-1 star).
This event is interwoven with other earth events/history, eg: Fall of Man, Fall of Adam, Flood.
The Fallen souls of Tara became trapped in HU-1 and a rescue mission was required.
Rescue mission was formulated by the Ceres, which the priests of Ur would implement.
Assistance was provided by Sirians, Pleiadans, Elohim, Lyran, Lumians, Alanians, Ceres.
This consortium was known as the Covenant of Palaidor, working thru the HU-5 Breneau Rishi and further assistance by the Metagalactic core/gestalt known as the RA Confederacy.
Of the 12 RA sub-groups, only 4 approved the rescue mission (Azurites, Aton-A, Amonites, Brigihidelt).
The Brigi are currently incarnating into earth as members of the ascended master family of Vairigi.
Several other sub-groups also assisting are Azar-Azara of HU-2 ET race known as the Zhar Confederacy.
The Ur-Tarranates time travelled to Earth HU-1 after the fall of Tara and with help of the Sirian Council, transmuted into pure energy becoming one-consciousness, serving as the Morphogenetic field for the 12-DNA T-1 race prototype on Earth.
The Morphogenetic Field of consciousness is known as the Sphere of Amenti.
Amenti = 3D part of Tara’s core connected to portals on MU, placed on Earth would link back to Tara’s pre-fall time-cycles.
When grids blow apart they lose portions of history stored in genetic cellular memory. With out this the planet can not evolve/ascend into the next HU.

Project Turaneusiam-2 (T-2)
550-250 MYA many species where seeded by HU-1 ET’s (plants, animals, insects)… Also some ether beings spent time here…
There were wars fought by races who did not want this rescue mission to succeed.
Once Earth was secured the Ur-Tarranates of the Sphere of Amenti began birthing on Earth.
This was known as the T-2 experiment, the 12-tribe seeding.
5-Cloister races emerged known as the Palaidorians. These races were less dense and did not possess gender, their bodies contained 8-DNA strands (active). They were the guardians for DNA evolution.
The five Cloister Races were:
Ur-Antrians (brown skin, DNA Strand-2)
Breanoua (Red skin, DNA#3)
Hibiru (White skin, DNA#4)
Melchizedeks (Yellow skin, DNA#5)
Yunaseti (Black, DNA#6)
These cloistered races left no remains on earth, as they were here during an Anti-particle universe cycle.
Sphere of Amenti = Hall of Records (Time/Portal)
Each planet in our solar system holds a part of Tara’s HU-2 Morphogenetic field.
Tara HU-2 can not ascend to become Gaia HU-3 unless all these planets in our HU-1 solar system complete the full manifestation of these morph-fields.
The pattern of the Morph-field appears as a standing wave of blue colour with a pale shade of green.
This Blue flame is earth’s portion of Tara (Staff of Amenti)
Earth’s own flame is Orange-Gold.
Tara’s own flame is Blue-Green (known as the Gates of Ivory, Pearly gates)
Gaia’s own flame is Violet-Gold
Metagalactic Core’s own flame White-Gold

Earth Human Race 1st Seeding
1st Seeding of the 3rd World (25 MYA to 5.5 MYA)
5 x C/Races entered earth in different locations. Each race physically created 6 Male + 6 Female adult humans who bred to seed the earth population at the time. (all up 60 humans)
1st emerged was the 3rd root race, Lumanians.
Lumanians =3D Brown =3D Ur-Antrians =3D 15MYA =3D DNA#2
2nd emerged was the 4th root race, Alanians.
Alanians =3D Red =3D Breanoua =3D 9MYA =3D DNA#3.
5.5 MYA interbreeding with HU-1 ETs caused genetic digression, thus loss of immortality and not able to transmute/ascend.
Members of the Sirian-Anunnaki HU-2 and other ET + Meta-ET’s wanted to stop/halt earth’s evolution (T2/12-tribe experiment) due to the fact they did not want the digressive elements of humans returning/ascending to Tara.
Other’s had ulterior reasons, as they wanted earth for themselves.
Basically all hell broke lose – electric wars of pure energy fought in local galaxy and atmosphere.
Those humans remaining ascended to Tara, and those with the digressive gene could not/perished.
Earth was almost a goner until HU-5 Breneau intervened.

Earth Human Race 2nd Seeding
After the Electric wars, the 3rd+4th root races had to be re-seeded but this time carrying the seal of amenti within their genes.
This seal of Amenti stopped humans with digressed gene form accessing the Sphere/Hall of Amenti.
The 6th sub-frequency-tone of Dimension-1 was removed from DNA strand-1
Thus stopping humans incarnates from plugging/accessing into the 7th DNA strand. thus could not assemble all strands in order to ascend/transmute (pass the Blue-Flame).
When the body reached full gene capacity it would diminish/die and go thru a cycle of re-incarnation. (7th strand DNA blue-flame allowed unlimited energy-renewal of the body).
The idea was to re-birth 3-times, once thru the root races which were RR3 + RR4… and then have to wait for Root race 5 to be seeded/emerge before one could incarnate as a RR5 human to collect DNA strands 5-6-7 (strand-7 released/shed the seal of amenti) in order to ascend/access-codes to HU-2
Was discovered due to electric wars a more serious problem had occurred.
5 MYA shift in earth grid occurred causing a quick freeze. After this shift the earth vibration dropped and could no longer safely hold the sphere of amenti..
In order to avoid destruction, the Elohim HU-3 removed the Sphere of Amenti to a safe place in 4D.
Due to this Root Races 3 and 4 could no longer assemble their 4th DNA strand.
The burden/responsibility for assimilating the fragments of RR3 and 4 was put upon Root Race-5 (Aeiran/Aryan) of the Hibiru cloister.
Human evolution was stunted 5.5 MYA until Sirius-B came along to the party.
An artificial portal bridge was constructed between the core of Sirius-B, the Sphere of Amenti in D4 and Earth’s core in D2.
Some souls of the 2nd seeding merged with Sirius-B and hybrid strain of consciousness was created called the Kantarians.
This 2nd seeding portal-bridge was known as the Hall of Amorea in the 3rd seeding.
During Atlantis it was known as the 3rd Eye of Horus.
4 MYA human hybrids who found exile in the HU-1 pleaidian star system were known as the Europherites. They interbred with the Kantarians to be known as the Dagos (dark brown skin).
4 MYA Dagos brought to earth to re-seed.
3.7 MYA Ur-Antrian cloister3 (DNA1-2 + 7-12)
3 MYA Lumarians Root Race3 (DNA1-2)
3 MYA Breanoua cloister4 (DNA1-2-3 + 7-12)
2.5 MYA Alanians RR4 (DNA1-2-3)
1.5 MYA Hibiru cloister5 (DNA1-2-3-4 + 7-12)
1.27 MYA Ayrians RR5 (DNA1-2-3-4)
65000 YA Melchizedeks Cloister6 (DNA1-2-3-4-5 + 7-12)
Current Muvarians RR6 (DNA1-2-3-4-5)
Future Yunaseti Cloister7 (Full 12-strand)
Future + Euanjhechi (Paradisians) DNA1-5 + code 6-12)
Melchizedeks are free from the DNA filters/Seals of Amenti+Palaidor. They established the Essene brotherhood and priesthood of Melchizedeks.

Source: Karina

A Woman Rejected

Published March 29, 2021 by tindertender

She was repeatedly rejected, belittled, patronized, and underestimated. Born in Baltimore on April 6, 1906, she spent her childhood summers milking goats.

She was expected to marry into privilege and settle into the role of wife and mother, according to A Mighty Girl.

But, she had other ideas.

She at first wanted to become a diplomat, but women accounted for only six of the 1,500 U.S. diplomats at the time and she was repeatedly rejected.

After an accident in Turkey, she lost her left leg below the knee,” according to Intel. “She was fitted with a wooden prosthetic leg, which she affectionately nicknamed ‘Cuthbert.’”

Because she was a woman, she was rejected by the United States Foreign Service. Because she had a disability, she was turned down by the Department of State.

So, she did what many women and people of color did during that time – she went to France, where she became an ambulance driver at the start of World War II.

After meeting a British Intelligence Officer, she joined the newly-created Special Operations Executive (SOE), becoming the second female agent to be sent to France.

“After limited training, this one-legged American woman was among the first British spies sent into Nazi-occupied France in 1941,” according to NPR. “She posed as a reporter for the New York Post.”

Her name was Hall, Virginia Hall.

She was the “real-life female James Bond,” wrote Dusica Sue Malesevic.

She “was the baddest broad in any room she walked into,” according to the Hartfield Book Company. “When the State Department proved to be a sexist boys’ club that wouldn’t allow her in, she gave the finger to society’s expectations of women and became a spy for the British.”

She is “one of the most important American spies most people have never heard of,” according to NPR.

This is part of a continuing series on the Peace Page for Women’s History Month.~~~~~“The odds of success, let alone survival, were not high for Virginia Hall when she was sent to spy behind enemy lines during World War II,” according to Sonia Purnell, author of Hall’s biography.“

No one in London gave Agent 3844 more than a fifty-fifty chance of surviving even the first few days,” wrote Purnell. “For all Virginia’s qualities, dispatching a one-legged thirty-five-year-old desk clerk on a blind mission into wartime France was on paper an almost insane gamble.”

But, Hall “proved exceptionally adept at eluding the Gestapo,” according to A Mighty Girl.

“She learned how to change her appearance within minutes depending on whom she was meeting,” Purnell wrote. “Altering her hairstyle, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, putting on glasses, changing her makeup, wearing different gloves to hide her hands, or even inserting slivers of rubber into her mouth to puff out her cheeks: it all worked surprisingly well.”

She “emerged as a fearless guerrilla leader who helped liberate whole swathes of France,” according to Time.

“She armed and trained three battalions of French resistance fighters for sabotage missions that helped paved the way for the Allied invasion,” according to A Mighty Girl. “One of her many radio reports shows the breadth of her missions; in it, she states that her team has destroyed four bridges, derailed freight trains, severed a key rail line, and downed telephone lines. By the war’s end, Hall had spent over three full years operating undercover behind enemy lines and, in the words of an official British government report at the end of the war, she was ‘amazingly successful.’”

“There’s a saying that the actress Ginger Rogers did everything her on-screen dance partner Fred Astaire did except backwards and in heels,” according to writer Raquel Laneri. “Well, Virginia Hall . . . did everything that the fictional James Bond would do, except in real life and with one leg.”

She also “masterminded jailbreaks for captured agents, mapped drop zones, reported on German troop movements, set up safe houses, and rescued escaped POWs and downed Allied pilots.” “She was able to play on the chauvinism of the Gestapo at the time,” said Craig Gralley, a retired CIA officer who has written his own book about Hall — a novel, “Hall of Mirrors”. “None of the Germans early in the war necessarily thought that a woman was capable of being a spy.”

“When James Bond was still in diapers, Virginia Hall was behind enemy lines, playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse with Hitler’s henchmen,” according to the Hartfield Book Company, which published “Code Name Badass: The True Story of Virginia Hall” by Heather Demetrios.“

The Nazis called her ‘La Dame Qui Boite,’ the lady who limps,” according to the Maryland Women’s Hall of Fame. “Hunted by Gestapo Chief, Klaus Barbie (“The Butcher of Lyon”), [Hall] had to make a harrowing last-minute escape over the snow-capped Pyrenees, dragging her prosthetic limb, ‘Cuthbert’ behind her.”

“Barbie ordered ‘wanted’ posters of Hall that featured a drawing of her above the words ‘The Enemy’s Most Dangerous Spy — We Must Find And Destroy Her!’, wrote Greg Myre of NPR.~~~~~“Hall was rewarded by becoming the only civilian woman of the war to be decorated with the Distinguished Service Cross for “extraordinary heroism,” according to Time. She was also made a Member of the British Empire (MBE) and was nominated for the French Croix de Guerre, according to the Maryland Women’s Hall of Fame.

After the war, Hall “joined the newly formed CIA, which succeeded the OSS, and worked there for 15 years, mostly at headquarters.”

British author Sonia Purnell wrote Hall’s biography, titled, “A Woman of No Importance”.

Explaining the irony in the title, Purnell said, “Through a lot of her life, the early life, she was constantly rejected and belittled. She was constantly just being dismissed as someone not very important or of no importance.”

“I do think that she became America’s greatest spy of World War II,” Gralley said.

“Virginia Hall, of Baltimore, became our country’s first and arguably greatest spy of the Second World War,” according to the Maryland Women’s Hall of Fame. “During the course of her astounding career, and despite a significant physical disability, she served as an intelligence officer for the British Special Operations Executive, the U.S. Office of Strategic Services, and the Central Intelligence Agency.”

“CIA officers have said that the techniques she developed 80 years ago to build up the French Resistance still inform the agency’s missions today, including Operation Jawbreaker in Afghanistan before and after 9/11,” according to Time.

“Her story is on display at the CIA Museum inside the spy agency headquarters in Langley, Va. — but this is off-limits to the public.” “She was the most highly decorated female civilian during World War II,” said Janelle Neises, the museum’s deputy director.

“She was a woman very much ahead of her time,” said Judith Pearson, author of “The Wolves at the Door,” about Hall’s World War II activities.

Years later, when admirers talked about her adventures, Hall would simply reply, “Not bad for a girl from Baltimore.”

Take that, James Bond.

~ jsr

New Way from the Subway

Published March 28, 2021 by tindertender

There’s an onrushing consciousness in the air,
But to engage with it and exchange with it

You need to let go of the shtick you’ve worked forever.

Know what that’s like? It’s like the moment

A subway train whooshes past you,
Sucking the air out of the station

Including the emotional gas that made you bloated.

Then you feel lighter, even giddy

As you look at your partner and say
Come on, let’s walk! Let’s walk all day.

~ Robert McDowell

https://mooncircles.com/march-full-worm-moon/

The Black Telephone

Published March 28, 2021 by tindertender

Those of us old enough to remember when the phone was wired to the wall, usually in the kitchen, can relate to this story. I loved this read.

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.

The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. “Information, please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

“Information.”

“I hurt my finger…” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.

“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.

“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.

“No, “I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”

“Can you open the icebox?” she asked.

I said I could.

“Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice.

After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, “Information Please,” and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her,

“Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly,

“Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.”

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone,

“Information Please.”

“Information,” said in the now familiar voice.

“How do I spell fix?” I asked

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.

“Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information Please.”

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

“Information.”

I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.”

I laughed, “So it’s really you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?”

“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.”

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

“Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, “Information.” I asked for Sally.

“Are you a friend?” she said.

“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” She said. “Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.”

Before I could hang up, she said, “Wait a minute. Is your name Wayne?”

“Yes.” I answered.

Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you. The note said,

“Tell Wayne there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?

~ Source unknown

The Nephilim, Turned To Stone

Published March 26, 2021 by tindertender

Earth didn’t just grow. Many other bad supernatural events happened to this planet. We lost a lot of giant creatures and plants but they didn’t just die, many of them turned into stones.

It is scary knowing about the death of giant creatures and plants by atmospheric changes. Even more eerie is the giant one/event which did all that. It didn’t just cut but altered molecular structure of creatures and plants, turning them into stone.

The Vatican, the Smithsonian and Nasa know….the caves were sealed in the Grand Canyon …

Pup Rock is a rock about 200 m (660 ft) in diameter, between Refuge Islands and Tiber Rocks in Rymill Bay, off the west coast of the Antarctic Peninsula. It was discovered by geologist Robert L. Nichols of the Ronne Antarctic Research Expedition (RARE) of 1947–48, who called it “Three Pup Island”. The name was later shortened.

Pendulum Alchemy and Healing

Published March 25, 2021 by tindertender

By Erich Hunter: https://www.pendulumalchemy.com/

When I started this work I inherited the idea from my predecessors that light played a role in Pendulum Alchemy and Healing. This view started in Europe. The American Raymon Grace was not aware of this, and he independently invented the concept of using pendulum commands with no awareness that light played a role in pendulum work.

The light concept ties into the shape of the pendulum. The original idea was that different pendulums would influence light in different ways. This is where the idea of using differently shaped pendulums comes from. This is also why Raymon Grace does not recognize that you need a particular type of pendulum and he says you can use anything you want. Because he is not aware of the energy/light issue.

This is also how Biogeometry got the idea that shapes could influence energy. They however, took the original teachings about energy and light and went in their own direction talking about vibrations while still using light terminology which I find very confusing and misleading. This is why they still believe in the Negative Green concept because they use light terminology to describe vibrations so they can’t see the impossibility of Negative Green for pendulums and pyramids. They have a blind spot due to their belief systems. But I digress.

Back to the subject.

When you send light with a pendulum two things are going on.

1) The shape of the pendulum will act like a prism and subtly influence light reflecting off it from the environment. This low level light can stimulate a healing response and stimulate changes.

2) When you use a command you invoke an archetype of light. In magic there is an idea of correspondence. One thing in nature represents another and has the same influence. This is where the term “As above so Below” comes from in Alchemy. It is similar to the idea of universal archetypes of Carl Jung.

So when you say a command you don’t literally send the light. Instead you invoke the archetypal or fundamental quality of that light energy and that is what is sent via the command+pendulum.

I summarized all this below with Blue Green.

The top diagram shows a person passively sending Blue Green light to another person. This Blue Green is coming from the environment and it is reflected off the the pendulum. No commands are being used.

The bottom diagram shows a person using a command to invoke the archetypal force of Blue Green and send it another person. Notice that in the bottom diagram no Blue Green is actually sent. Instead the person is sending the archetypal quality of Blue Green (e.g. summertime, health, the Sun, etc.). This is where Pendulum Alchemy crosses over into magic. Magic uses invocation of archetypal forces all the time. Religion does as well.

If you want to learn more about how pendulums use light for healing please take this course on the Universal Pendulum.

https://pendulumalchemy.thinkific.com/courses/the-universal-pendulum-application-theory?fbclid=IwAR3wzuYdMTZXt8MdV-egZtlmHvuz1A8GGzmxzPJd8hPWWTMFD5tm3yRapUc

You don’t need to own one of these pendulums to benefit because you can use pendulum commands to invoke the archetypal forces of light and use that for your Pendulum Alchemy and Healing work. The course explains all the different types of energies and their uses.

Thank you.

Erich Hunter

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1459496000803321/user/100028130173276

https://www.pendulumalchemy.com/

I See Myself As Water

Published March 24, 2021 by tindertender

I see myself as water, I reflect things as they are

Rebalancing and illumination

This light I see inside me, is a “reflection” of what surrounds me … isn’t it beautiful? Aren’t YOU beautiful?

Some people in this world put a price on other’s lives. Do they not understand that it is they in the ‘reflection’ they are seeing and designating a value to. In their disconnection to Self, they see lack and low worth of whatever or whomever they see, wherever they go … and they call it someone, or something else.

It is curious how some long for, and work diligently toward, dominating others. It is as though they lack the capacity to control Self, so they look outside of Self in an attempt to harness the world, to control the world … not realizing it is their reflection they are attempting to obtain mastery over.

There is no effort to gain control of Self, and in placing the attention, energy and effort in dominating and controlling the world and others in it, there is nothing left available to shine a light on the real issue.

The Mastery of Self is never realized for the dominator cannot truly see within … they only see their reflection in the world and the others who occupy it … often blaming others for what they see and have judgement about.

I believe these one really DO want to Master Self, they are just going at it in a way that will not necessarily be successful.

Perhaps ALL reflect the way things are … according to their own vision. Which makes it nearly impossible to see clearly. Without the willingness to include all others visions and ideas, a well-rounded knowing cannot be had. It becomes one sided, unbalanced, especially if the only ones listened, heeded or opinion sought from think just like them.

Chaos.

To recognize our own Higher Evolution, we must look inside and make adjustments accordingly to match that vision and resonance which we desire to see, then it naturally flows into the world, in a good way … and we are able to sit back and rest in “I Like Me” … and “I Like What I See”.

No, It Is NOT Okay

Published March 21, 2021 by tindertender

A grown man looms behind my three-year-old daughter. Occasionally he will poke or tickle her and she responds by shrinking. Smaller and smaller with each unwanted advance. I imagine her trying to become slight enough to slip out of her booster seat and slide under the table.

When my mother views this scene, she sees playful taunting. A grandfather engaging with his granddaughter.

“Mae.” My tone cuts through the din of a familiar family gathering together. She does not look at me.

“Mae.” I start again. “You can tell him no Mae. If this isn’t okay you could say something like, Papa, please back up—I would like some space for my body.”

As I say the words, my step-father, the bulldog, leans in a little closer, hovering just above her head. His tenebrous grin taunts me as my daughter accordions her 30-pound frame hoping to escape his tickles and hot breath.

I repeat myself with a little more force. She finally peeks up at me.

“Mama . . . can you say it?”

Surprise. A three-year-old-girl doesn’t feel comfortable defending herself against a grown man. A man that has stated he loves and cares for her over and over again, and yet, stands here showing zero concern for her wishes about her own body. I ready myself for battle.

“Papa! Please back up! Mae would like some space for her body.”

My voice is firm but cheerful. He does not move.

“Papa. I should not have to ask you twice. Please back up. Mae is uncomfortable.”

“Oh, relax,” he says, ruffling her wispy blonde hair.

The patriarchy stands, patronizing me in my own damn kitchen. “We’re just playin’.” His southern drawl does not charm me.

“No. You were playing. She was not. She’s made it clear that she would like some space, now please back up.”

“I can play how I want with her.” He says, straightening his posture.

My chest tightens. The sun-bleached hairs on my arms stand at attention as this man, who has been my father figure for more than three decades, enters the battle ring.

“No. No, you cannot play however you want with her. It’s not okay to ‘have fun’ with someone who does not want to play.”

He opens his mouth to respond but my rage is palpable through my measured response. I wonder if my daughter can feel it. I hope she can.

He retreats to the living room and my daughter stares up at me. Her eyes, a starburst of blue and hazel, shine with admiration for her mama. The dragon has been slayed (for now). My own mother is silent. She refuses to make eye contact with me.

This is the same woman who shut me down when I told her about a sexual assault I had recently come to acknowledge.

This is the same woman who was abducted by a carful of strangers as she walked home one night. She fought and screamed until they kicked her out. Speeding away, they ran over her ankle and left her with a lifetime of physical and emotional pain.

This is the same woman who said nothing, who could say nothing as her boss and his friends sexually harassed her for years.

This is the same woman who married one of those friends.

When my mother views this scene, she sees her daughter overreacting. She sees me ‘making a big deal out of nothing.’ Her concerns lie more in maintaining the status quo and cradling my step-dad’s toxic ego than in protecting the shrinking three-year-old in front of her.

When I view this scene, I am both bolstered and dismayed. My own strength and refusal to keep quiet is the result of hundreds, probably thousands of years of women being mistreated, and their protests ignored. It is the result of watching my own mother suffer quietly at the hands of too many men. It is the result of my own mistreatment and my solemn vow to be part of ending this cycle.

It would be so easy to see a little girl being taught that her wishes don’t matter. That her body is not her own. That even people she loves will mistreat and ignore her. And that all of this is “okay” in the name of other people, men, having fun.

But. What I see instead is a little girl watching her mama. I see a little girl learning that her voice matters. That her wishes matter. I see a little girl learning that she is allowed and expected to say no. I see her learning that this is not okay.

I hope my mom is learning something, too.

Fighting the patriarchy one grandpa at a time.

By Lisa Norgren Photo: TheGuardian

Domestication

Published March 15, 2021 by tindertender

In The Four Agreements, Ruiz writes about the domestication of the human by means of punishment and reward. “The domestication is so strong that at a certain point in our lives we no longer need anyone to domesticate us”, Ruiz explains and lays out how we create a comfort zone of lies to uphold this domestication. We rather go in denial, he suggests, than giving up the lie which would mean death. The solution? According to Ruiz, we agreed to the domestication and lies. Hence, the way out is new agreements.

The first agreement: Be impeccable with your word. Speak from love, integrity, joy, harmony. No self rejection. No self judgement.

https://www.miguelruiz.com/

Sacred Source

Published March 15, 2021 by tindertender

The green planet is said to be in the middle of the Big Dipper, this is where the ELDERS have been saying we come from, and will go back to, they been saying this story for generations.

Then not to long ago HUBBLE a telescope showed in pictures that there is a black hole in the middle of the dipper, something the Elders been saying all along, it’s a creation story.

They said the people that brought us here wore mole suits, grey ones.

There are many secrets when we open our eyes to the truth!

This is the Source.

This is what prompted the Hindu sages to come out with the sign of Swastika as the sign of good health, the symbol that Nazis stole as their logo, later.

We are remembering and reclaiming this sacred symbol and purifying it’s meaning.

Purging …

May it be so.
And now so it is.

I offer tobacco … you offer a tithe
I sit in a sweat lodge … you sit in a church
I smudge my being … you bless yourself with holy water.
I fast in a ceremony … you go on a retreat
I study creation … you study the bible
I live by the 7 grandfathers teachings … you live by the 10 commandments.
I “treat everything amongst creation the way I would want to be treated”… you “do onto others as you would have them do unto you.”
Neither way of living is wrong, nor is one superior to the other. Both are our truths and sacred ways of life.
I respect yours…
Please respect mine.
Circling Thunderbird (1991-present)