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Bound By A Thread

Published November 10, 2020 by tindertender

Bound bound bound
By a thread
Going down down
Through the ages
You could’ve stayed
But you came here instead
To fill my life’s empty pages

(INSTRUMENTAL BREAK)

And I
I do believe
We’ll see the fruits of our labor
Maybe not now
Maybe lifetimes ahead
If only love would be our guide

(INSTRUMENTAL BREAK)

Bound bound bound
By a thread
Going down down
Through the ages
You could’ve stayed
But you came here instead
To fill my life’s empty pages

And I
I do believe
We’ll see the fruits of our labor
Maybe not now
Maybe lifetimes ahead
If only love would be our guide
Our guide
Our guide
Our guide
Our guide
If only love would be our guide

from Learning How to Stay, released September 7, 2018
Gaelynn Lea: Violin, Vocals

Baking Bread!

Published November 7, 2020 by tindertender

A couple weeks ago I decided to start baking bread for the house rather than purchasing it. I had a couple failures which were disappointing, but then … this happened! And my oh my was it delicious! It was dinner AND a midnight snack … haha … I woke the next morning to discover half of one loaf gone! Yum.

Today I tried a new recipe. Going to see my father this afternoon and take him a loaf of fresh bread and a jar of peach marmalade I canned last year.

My first attempt at Challah bread. Need to work on my braiding skills. Smells fantastic!

The house smells wonderful! Once this cools a bit I’ll wrap it a go to dads. Hopefully it will stay warm for his enjoyment.

The chimney sweep was here today so my fireplace is all prepared to get “lit”. My father is giving me some nice firewood today so tonight it’s going to be all cozy in here!

Laundry is nearly done.

A nice bath will be happening later with magnesium flake and essential oils.

Aaaaahhhh … the sweet life!

Thank you Creator for blessing me with this day. I am thoroughly enjoying myself.

((((Hugs)))) friends. Be well. We’ll all get through these times. Let us be certain we do it in a good way.

Telepathy and Meditation

Published November 6, 2020 by tindertender

For me, telepathy is difficult.

The players are unknown, refuse to identify themselves, and sometimes speak in terms which are not entirely positive.

I search my own responses and find that I, too, speak in a manner that is not entirely positive.

It is easy to assume that the unnamed and unknown ones are of a nature contrary to benevolence, especially when they start judging the body form as “fleshy” and complain about “attitude” … unwilling, or unable, to navigate a strong willed womans responses.

I listen as the attempt to stir up fear in me is vocalized, and I practice at becoming unresponsive, retaining and maintaining the energetic output it is meant to draw out of me. In nurturing my own NOW moment I can nurture my energetic form, hold steady my mental body and engage my senses for a more peaceful output.

In my history, I ceded my own personal authority over self to others, previous mates. In this agreement, both parties were always left feeling dissatisfied, feeling the lack of balance between us, the relationship never failing to end.

Every time the relationship would end, I would have to search for myself, the self that I walked out on at the beginning of relations with another, the self that I made small, so the other would be larger, the self I left behind.

I will no longer do this. It is more difficult to find self, reclaim self, and build self back up after every encounter in which I set my self to the side … always allowing another to call the shots, to tell me I’m wrong, to instruct on speech and dress and behaviors, to make me doubt my self and my personal desires and values.

It once was that the visible masculine held this role of dominance, the role I gifted them upon entering relations.

This role seems to have evolved, moving into the unseen, but heard, arena.

Although the players and their positions have changed, the story line remains the same. Masculinity, requiring that I make myself small, fall in line, do as told, be careful of what I say (think) and to embody fear of retribution for remaining large, for standing in my power, my personal authority.

I am completely naïve and fairly ignorant of the occult circles. They call me innocent.

Innocence with an attitude.

A willful, reckless and sometimes careless woman moving through experiences. Always pushing past the comfort zone, refusing to color between the lines, stepping into personal decision even if not for the highest, simply to say I can, and I Will.

After an astral attack one sleeping evening, as I was kneeling on the ground with injured shoulder, a member of the masculine knelt on his knees in front of me and asked “What are you gonna do?”

This is one of the greatest questions I had ever been asked. My answer for the longest time was “I do not know.” It was a wait and see thing, the unknown waiting to be birthed.

Now, however, after last nights pep talk in the mirror, I understand that my answer has shifted.

When asked, “What are you gonna do?” my answer is now, “I Will.” That’s what I’m gonna do, I am going to Will creation to mold around me, and to spread out from me.

Something I’ve been doing lately is drink a lot of water during the day, completely hydrate my body, my cells. In the evening, about 7:30 pm I sit down in candle light, get comfortable, and start chanting OM. I do this for 30 minutes. The vibration of my voice sets the cellular structure of my body in motion. The sound moves through every fiber of my being, my head, chest, belly, arms and finally, legs and feet. I then rest, eyes closed, breathing normally for another 20 minutes or so, feeling the vibration in my body, in my core, and envision it, as it is sent out into the world.

The key here is to send out LOVE, Compassion, Care, Acceptance, Partnership, Unity …. all things which can bring about Peace in the cellular structure and in the surroundings.

If a negative picture erupts in mind I open my eyes and focus on the candle flame while chanting, or breathing, and let my mind go blank again. It is important to me, NOT to let any form of negative ride on my vibe when I am in these moments, for that is also riding out into my environment, even more so than normal because my energetic ‘grid’ is activated and on high volume, so to speak.

This is not the actual meditation I use, however it is a good one. I like the deep voices of the masculine as they reverberate through me and merge with my own voice.

(This link here IS the meditation I use, and it’s perfect at nearly 30 minutes. https://youtu.be/I_4UXdsW0h4)

The point I am attempting to make here is that Self-Love, Self-Acceptance, and Self-Awareness and Self- Care and Compassion cannot, in these future moments, be relinquished to another who promises to care for us.

No … they will have their own best interests in mind before any other (usually) and therefore it is crucial to maintain our own self interest also … after all, we most definitely are the only one we will spend every waking and sleeping moment with for the rest of our lives.

It is important to Honor Self.

To hold Self in high regard.

To listen to the criticism and rejection and let it roll off as we counter the attack with even greater self love.

I thought of my history last night as this female I’ve been living, and living with. I’ve been blessed to watch the bodily form go from girl like and slender into a more full-bodied woman form. I’ve filled out my skin suit, haha.

As I listen to the invisible critics, I massage my belly, I roam my hands all over my being and I ponder the constant morphing of it into something new, year after year.

When young I had four portions of flesh that moved of its own accord … the breasts and the buttocks. Nowadays, I really get a lot of flow going the whole body over. Dancing feels different these days.

I think of the goddess statues people have found throughout history, rounded breast, bellies and buttocks. I wonder when honor for the fleshy woman was evicted from the consciousness of larger portions of the masculine soul group, seen and unseen.

I say to these, “You most definitely ought to let your lust and personal desire for a slender woman make your decisions for you, that would be the wisest thing you can do … and since you are brilliant in your shining light, this is the obvious choice.”

I’ll just relax over here, in my reckless, willful, sometimes careless energies and I’ll cause my cellular structure to dance, every evening …. and rather that focus on what I do not want more of, I will focus on that which I do want … Peace … Harmony … Honor … Integrity …. Acceptance … Compassion and Care … and all other words and feelings that will alter my form, my surroundings, and my world for the better.

Aaaaaahhhh ye judges …. may you receive exactly what you manifest.

Prayer For The Youth

Published November 3, 2020 by tindertender

Everything seems so big when we are young, so difficult. It is at that time we are standing in our full vitality, yet many of us are not taught how to channel this energy productively, usefully. Without any form of knowledge of the “bigger picture” we scramble along in semi-destruction mode.

Bless the youth as they find their way. May their heart, spirit and soul be uplifted and eased of the potent, chaotic flow they are born to wield … and learn to master.

May many wise ones, no matter the age or status, “collide” with them at the time they need guidance or insight the most.

May they gleen from every single experience that which brings them closer to understanding, and fully loving self.

May Love be swimming through their veins and pounding in their chest. May their every breath invigorate and strengthen them. May they never doubt their worth, their value, or how much this world needs them.

Love, Love, Love

Published November 2, 2020 by tindertender

Please do not take this the wrong way …

So many folks are speaking love language, and I love it! Yet I am left wondering why I do not feel giddy and over the top love like so many appear to be feeling. Wondering if I’m missing the love boat some how.

I still have doubts.

I still have trust issues.

I still look at some folks like they have a hidden agenda.

Oh how I wish I could release all that and simply BE love … all the time.

Wouldn’t it be great if one could be that, without the possibility of that love being abused or used in any way?

I think it would be grand …

Yet, in this world … it is difficult to fathom.

Sometimes I think my spiritual energetic ‘exposure’ is different than all the rest.

May there be a shift that is as beautiful as many say it will be, and may there be a space there for me and all those I have love and compassion for … may all sentient beings be free from suffering and dwell in abundant joy.

Oracle Reading 10-26-2020

Published October 26, 2020 by tindertender

You are on a journey to your own greatness. Your soul is longing to find the way. Only you can choose your path.

Today I am confident in my life’s journey. I believe in myself, love myself, and love others. I know that I can achieve whatever I set my mind to do for my soul knows the way. I am never alone for my true friends will walk beside me in the cold.

Be bold. Rise up and stand tall. Feel the fire in your soul.

Today I will connect with my inner power and be bold. I will rise up and know my worth. I banish all uncertainty and remember with pride my accomplishments. I will let no one diminish me. I embrace the strong, beautiful presence that I am and I will go forth with courage.

No matter what happens you can find new wings. Rise from the past. Accept the positive change that is coming.

Today I will give thanks for my trials and recognize them for the many gifts they bring. I know I grow stronger in the broken places. I know that the world will turn in my favor, that the dark night is over and a new day is here because the light has returned. I have ended things well and am ready for this new beginning. I will shine, because the whole universe is mine.

Reading from the deck Magical Times Empowerment Cards created by Jody Bergsma

Timeline Shift

Published October 21, 2020 by tindertender

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.

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.

There are MANY experiences I have not listed here.

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.

Self-Love or Lack Therein

Published October 19, 2020 by tindertender

I’ve come to the realization that the things and people in my life are there because I chose them, or allowed them to be.

I’ve also realized that I have been ‘settling’ … I’ve been settling for a shitty situation when beauty is right out in front of me, and I see it while others enjoy it. I hold myself back from it, while putting another before myself.

I’ve somehow convinced myself that by catering to another’s needs that I’m being caring and kind … when in actuality, I’ve become an enabler for one who cannot, or will not, take care of their own problems and needs.

When expressing my thoughts about this I was asked, “So, your problems are my problems?”

What a lovely and transparent thing to say. Now I am free from making their problems my problems any further.

Now, I come to the point of creating my future. I can tell you, it does not look like this.

Self love requires me to put myself first in the coming days, especially with this realization of how little my efforts to ensure the comfort and needs of another being met have been valued so very little.

I will not settle for this crappy situation in my future.

It is only I who can change it, by making new and different choices.

Self-love …

One cannot possibly love another sufficiently if one cannot even love themselves properly.

I write about this for the simple act of visually reading and acknowledging my own situation, and for convincing myself it is time to be a little bitchy … I’m no stepping stool.

Anna Wore Frumpy Clothes

Published October 15, 2020 by tindertender

Her teeth needed straightening, they would say. People would continue to attack her looks and her self-esteem to the point that she was very insecure, she believed what everyone said about her, admitting she was an “ugly duckling.”

When she first met him, she could not believe that a man was interested in her. She wanted him to see her world, so instead of going to a fancy, social event, she instead took him to the slums of the Lower East Side, where she did volunteer work, helping young immigrants.

The young man, who had held a rich, sheltered life, saw things he would never forget — sweat shops where women labored long hours for low wages and squalid tenements where children worked for hours until they dropped with exhaustion.

This walking tour profoundly changed the young man, moving him to say, that he “could not believe human beings lived that way.”

The young man’s name was Franklin D. Roosevelt, and the young woman, who changed his life forever, who would change the world forever, her name was Anna Eleanor Roosevelt.

They would eventually marry. On March 4, 1933, Franklin D. Roosevelt would be inaugurated as the 32nd President of the United States and Anna Eleanor Roosevelt would become the First Lady. At first, Anna Eleanor Roosevelt remained shy. She would also continue to be ridiculed by the press, making fun of her stout figure, toothy smile, and way of dress. Even her own mother-in-law, still over-protective of her son, would tell Eleanor’s own children that their mother was boring.

But, being First Lady allowed Eleanor Roosevelt to see more of the world, to see how the rest of the nation lived, outside of her privileged surroundings. She started speaking up for women, African-Americans, and children. And, she started influencing her husband, telling him what she saw.

She would continue to receive hate mail for her views, but it just made her stronger, more determined.

When the Daughters of the American Revolution boycotted the 1936 concert of African-American singer Marian Anderson, she would resign her membership and helped organize a new concert in front of the Lincoln Memorial that made history.

She flew with black (male) pilots and helped the Tuskegee Airmen in their successful effort to become the first black combat pilots.

She would be nominated three times, during her lifetime, for a Nobel Peace Prize. She became a renowned social and political activist, journalist, educator, and diplomat. Throughout her time as First Lady, and for the remainder of her life, she was a high profile supporter of the Civil Rights Movement, of equal rights for women, and of social reforms to uplift the poor.

Even after her husband’s passing, she remained active in politics for the rest of her life. President Truman would appoint her as a U.S. Delegate to the United Nations, where she would receive a standing ovation when the Universal Declaration of Human Rights was adopted on December 10, 1948.

She would chair President Kennedy’s ground-breaking committee which helped start second-wave feminism, the Presidential Commission on the Status of Women. And, she continued supporting women, even personally assisting in the careers of many women, providing them with guidance, giving them hope.

She would still remember when they called her an ugly duckling when she was growing up, but to the world, she was and continues to be a beautiful swan whose beauty inside helped her speak the truth, making the world a little better for all.