My name is Pride. I am a cheater. I cheat you of your God-given destiny… because you demand your own way. I cheat you of contentment… because you “deserve better than this.” I cheat you of knowledge… because you already know it all. I cheat you of healing… because you are too full of you to forgive. I cheat you of holiness… because you refuse to admit when you are wrong. I cheat you of vision… because you’d rather look in the mirror than out a window. I cheat you of genuine friendship… because nobody’s going to know the real you. I cheat you of love… because real romance demands sacrifice. I cheat you of greatness in heaven… because you refuse to wash another’s feet on earth. I cheat you of God’s glory… because I convinced you to seek your own. My name is Pride. I am a cheater. You like me because you think I’m always looking out for you. Untrue. I’m looking to make a fool of you. God has so much for you, I admit, but don’t worry… If you stick with me you’ll never know.
Today is a day to focus on wisdom. Wisdom is not based on how smart I am, or how smart others think I am. Knowledge comes from the outside. Wisdom comes from within. I can be open to my experiences throughout the day and process them, evaluate them, add them to what I know. Synthesizing all of my experience adds to my wisdom. Today I will be open to this inner knowledge, and try to recognize it in others as well.
Today is a day to focus on removing obstacles. Some days it feels like doors shut, roadblocks go up, stairs become steeper. Obstacles can teach me things, I know. But sometimes enough is enough and it is time to clear them out. Today I remove any obstacles of thought or action that are keeping me from reaching my goals. These obstacles will diminish and my way will be made clear.
An elderly woman got on a bus and sat down. At the next stop, a strong, grumpy young woman climbed up and sat down sharply beside the old woman, hitting her with her numerous bags.
When she saw that the elderly woman remained silent, the young woman asked her why she had not complained when she hit her with her bags.
The elderly woman replied with a smile: “There is no need to be rude or discuss something so insignificant, as my trip next to you is short because I am going to get off at the next stop.”
This answer deserves to be written in gold letters: “There is no need to discuss something so insignificant, because our journey together is too short.”
Each of us must understand that our time in this world is so short, that darkening with struggles, useless arguments, jealousy, not forgiving others, discontent and an attitude of constant discovery is a ridiculous waste of time and energy.
Did someone break your heart ? Stay calm. The trip is too short.
Did someone betray you, intimidate, cheat or humiliate you? Relax. Excuse. The trip is too short.
Did someone insult you without reason ? Stay calm. Ignore it. The trip is too short.
Did a neighbor comment on the chat that you didn’t like ? Stay calm. Ignore him. Forgive that. The trip is too short.
Whatever the problem someone has brought us, remember that our journey together is too short.
No one knows the length of that trip. Nobody knows when it will arrive at its stop. Our trip together is too short.
We will appreciate friends and family.
Let us be respectful, kind and forgive, we will be filled with gratitude and joy, after all our trip together is very short.
I haven’t experienced ‘relative’ silence for nearly two decades. Yes, I was exposed to one heck of an egregore, 2 in fact. I’m surprised I survived it.
In the last two weeks the mind has gone quiet. It is odd, not listening to many folks speaking from the unseen. I am grateful.
It was so odd, in fact, and I had become so accustomed to it over the last 17 years, I found myself doing things that would actually make the mind noisy.
Last night though, the thought came to me … “Enjoy the silence. When was the last time you experienced it? You really have no idea how long it will last … enjoy it.”
And so I took a book to bed with me and read until I was sleepy.
And I woke this morning to silence, or near so.
And I reveled in it.
Just two short weeks ago this was such a different story.
Is the resonance calming, or have the egregories become distracted by another, or others? Either way, I’ll be thankful for this time and relish the ‘solitude’.
And I will focus on creating the life I desire.
And I will pull back all energies and efforts from that which does not serve this vision.
Thank you for the lessons. It was a difficult process, one that may not be finished … yet still, I must thank you for this reprieve.
We are placed in a family unit which holds certain beliefs and life styles. Some say we choose this family … I think not.
We are taught certain behaviors, certain habitual patterns, we become acclimated to a particular area of the world.
We spend our life in these patterns until we decide we wish to reformat our life, into something WE choose, not that which our parents and peers instilled in us.
Even then, the choices we make are under constant manipulations, constant trials we face as we retrain our minds and restructure our habitual patterns.
We may fall into the past pattern occasionally, or even frequently. Yet we must continue to rise above it, to change the pattern, to eliminate reminders of these patterns from our lives in order to give ourselves a fighting chance at restructure, at choosing consciously our future.
Since we know our younger years were manipulated by the hidden hand, who also affected our role models lives, we can say that ‘choice’ is simply what we do from the limited experiences we have been given to pick from.
Anything else …
We’ve got to create ourselves.
How do we know it is proper choice vs manipulated choice?
Proper choice will benefit our life, and assist us in spiraling upward and forward into greater experiences, where goodness multiplies rather than its opposite.
Manipulated choice is that born of programming from youth and varying circumstances we were exposed to, involving a limited number of choices available, keeping a perpetual cycle of some form of chaos alive.
Usually, it is the manipulator who will remind you “it was your choice” …. all while they urge the fall from grace, so to speak.
The hidden hands … they cannot ascend. They have chosen dominion over this earth and have paid the price for it … their very soul. This is where they will be for eternity, or until they can no longer keep their life viable. Misery loves company, and they will do whatever necessary to keep humans trapped in these particular lower fields.
By rule, they can tempt you, but they also must tell you how to help yourself. “Stay away from thc …. go ahead and smoke it …”
The tempter will always tempt, and then say it was your choice when you fall. They simply cannot leave well enough alone. It’s a game you see … sheeple are a commodity for the woke and ancient ones pulling strings.
So … it is clear that in order to change habitual patterns, the entirety of the environment must change. Making this shift is a challenge in itself when others are involved … when one must wait for them to take action on their own part. And when they don’t …
Jekyll & Hyde Bitch
I don’t like to wear the hat, honestly. But this is the future I’m talking about. How does one remain in LOVE when they are fighting to cleanse their environment, giving their Soul the best chance possible for stability? Well, love of self must outweigh anything else …
The tempter … they are hidden and also in plain sight, often they are latched on for dear life … because it is you (and me) they feed upon, energetically and physically. To them our presence literally means that which sustains life … theirs.
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.
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.
I had no idea this involved the entire globe. It is strange being judged by countries rather than individual people. I thought it was just a few folks, but no, it’s entire countries. No wonder they’ve been telling me to be very careful of what I say.
There are many aspects of the feminine under examination these days.
There once was a time when I thought to myself that there is no reason why I cannot get along with everybody. I can surely make efforts to that end.
It is unfortunate though that some lack capacity to accept people as they are … even I am having this issue. Yet I understand that accepting someone for who they are does not equate with sharing space with that someone.
We get to choose who and what we want in our life, what we will accept, or reject.
I am in process of reclaiming the energies I have spent on making others problems, my problems.
I am retraining myself to spend my attention and energies on promoting the things I desire in my life, things of benefit rather than drain.
~ A clean environment (whew! what a task!) ~ A nice, cozy and pretty place to rest my head at night. ~ Time to meditate and clear the head, making room for proper connections. ~ Art, painting, drawing, doing puzzles, creating blankets or what-nots. ~ Love … my pets are full of love, and they are hairy which makes the clean environment a task.
Repealing the energies given to another will be difficult, I do not care for being bitchy. So I focus instead on simply extracting myself and my efforts from the entanglement.
First here, then there.
I had no idea that settling for a situation could be so draining on potentials in life. Yet settling does just that.
When I was younger, if I did not care for a situation I removed myself from it. This time however, I need to pluck something from my environment, while staying put. It is difficult, especially when that something has become accustomed to a certain character performance by myself.
I never considered myself an enabler, until my subconscious picked up on it, insight gifted to me by those who wanted me to see. (Thank you).
I did not wish to follow in the path of my ancestors. Creating relationship, and then leaving it, only to start another. It does look like this is how it goes though …
I longed for steady, for the surety of it (whether it be relationship or dwelling), and I became the glue that held it all together. The one who worked at it so that it was stable.
It is now time to let it unravel though. I’m done pouring effort into something that will not improve, that will not advance the goodness in my life, no …. it only remains stagnant, feeding off what I agree to give.
I’ve come to the conclusion that it is I who needs my loving kindness and care … haha, do I even know what that looks like? I think not, and it is time to learn what it is, what it looks like, and what it feels like.
Yes, something BIG is happening.
They say the dead will walk the earth once more. This could be literal, which it may, and it could also mean that the sleeping herd of we, the sheeple, are waking up and understanding that we have been kept in a sort of limbo.
I know my future does not resemble the past 12 years … no, I’m aiming higher, rising to the occasion, at least, this is my intention.
I’m guessing this is happening in many minds right about now.
None of us have the promise of tomorrow, God forbid this is my last day on this beautiful earth, it won’t be spent listening to some news person telling me how rotten we are, how rotten life is, heck no, I’m going out and seeing how beautiful life is. As humans, our time on this planet is very limited…
