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Gentle Reminder

Published March 16, 2018 by tindertender

gentle reminder

A message too good not to share:

“Indeed, there are Masters among you. Scattered throughout the continents to shine their lights as brightly as possible, simply by being themselves, living mostly “ordinary” lives. Until, with enough of them walking the earth, a tipping point will be reached at the deepest energetic levels so that all others will be raised ever higher into the light, simply for being in their midst, as if through osmosis. 

Of course… there’s always been the risk that these Masters, once immersed into a sea of limited thinkers, might mistaken their “ordinary” lives as simply ordinary lives, think they’re simply one of the herd, and therefore not appreciate their unique perspectives, grasp their mission, or love themselves as they are, no matter what others think, and the whole osmosis thing won’t work. 

How you holding up? Loving yourself?”

Just checking, 
     The Universe

Thoughts become things… choose the good ones! ®
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Smoke Screen

Published February 18, 2018 by tindertender



All energy is a form of light. It rises toward the perimeter of our planet, yet much of it never makes it beyond the ‘barrier’. It remains here, flowing in its perpetual cycle.

Fancy society, buy, buy, buy. They laugh with false smiles, secretly plotting to overthrow their ‘friends’.

The greatest 5 cents ever packed in a dime.


A woman cups the chin of a man, his face moving through changes of structure and skin tone. His eyes are closed.

We’re Gonna Have A Party

Published February 8, 2018 by tindertender

This morning, while taking my shower a song popped into my head and I do not know why. I didn’t tell you about it for I thought it was coincidence that this oldie came into mind. I worked my shift, came home and had supper, even went to bed. I woke up after just a short time, went to the kitchen for ice cream and once again, this song came to mind. Is it a message from the unseen … or do I just want to have a party?

I prefer to think someone(s) are trying to tell me there is going to be reason for celebration. I prefer to be pretty darn happy about that perceived fact.

Send Her A Message

Published January 31, 2018 by tindertender

Message-in-a-bottleSend a message to her, blow it into the air. Let it surround her and enter her lungs, let it invigorate her blood and move through her mind.

Common front, multiple backs, which side is true? One is just a facet of the other, part of the same varying whole.

Light in eyes, constant movement, leaning in and then falling back. Rows of individuality, each link in the line unique and of itself, yet combined become a strong union which breaches barriers.

Feathers on the wind bring messages only the observant will understand.

Flame flickers as fire lights the room warming the heart, soothing the mind, calming the spirit, healing the soul.

Lucid Messages & Vision

Published January 4, 2018 by tindertender

“Upon opening eyes at birth, a story is told of how things are. It is an illusion only. Change the dream.”

Golden Mirror“Bob and weave, bob and weave. Let someone else put in some big hits. Practice, watch. Then when they come for your weak spots, let them really have it. Strategize … no matter the battle.”

There is a golden wall before us. That golden wall is a mirror of sorts, but rather than showing us our own reflection, it shows the one who sees us. He stands there dressed in a robe, the hood is upon his head, and he is watching.

Bandaid Heart

Published December 28, 2017 by tindertender

You say I am beautiful. You say you like me. You talk of my strength and how you believe I can help you. Yet in all this time you have not shared with me what it is you need help with. How am I to assist you when I know not what you seek? How do I know I want to provide aide? Perhaps it is an illusion, anyway.

Basic RGB

So much darkness lives in so many hearts, it is difficult to maintain belief in love. In the core of me faith still dwells, I hold onto fragments left from childhood. Growing older, these fragments become more frayed. I grasp at straws now, they are brittle, they break, they turn to dust in my hands.

Life will be a lonely existence without opportunity to share. It seems the need to horde what little we gather is being taught and fostered in mind. There must be more, something bigger than currently imagined. Is it not seen due to of lack of preparedness? What must occur so that possibilities of peace and love stabilize?

Surely there is a reason for it all.

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