Many of the tarot readers seem to be picking up on the same energies. I find it intriguing and assuring. It tells me the messages are more accurate, and perhaps showing that the collective are having much the same experiences, even tho the “characters” in our story are different.
It shows that we are actually not only more alike than we thought, but are living the same experience in many ways. It’s eerie, fascinating, and expanding in the field of conscious awareness.
I’m excited to know we are so similar … true sisters and brothers of experience … its understandable how we often feel we are “mirroring” or being seen as a mirror.
It’s strange we might just be Mr smiths ourselves, living nearly the same experiences with different “characters” playing similar roles in our life, as seen through our personal, particular and individual trauma experiences, and the emotional scars we wear.
For 20 years I heard the tormented screams and cries of children begging for someone to save them. For 20 years I yearned for silence, doing everything possible to keep self from falling into madness.
“Normal” people think being psychic means the mind is broken. They don’t hold back their cruelty in this regard.
Now days, big shifts are happening. The cries of the children are near silent, at least for me. (Thanks be to the Most High, my King, and our beloved family, this collective of Soul, with many skills and talents, expertise on many levels, in many realms).
Sometimes I like to listen to heavy metal guitar. I have a current favorite, Tommy Johansson. I don’t know if it’s his baby face or what, but he is fascinating.
Last night Spirit said silence is golden.
Yes. It is.
To be able to sit in meditation without the cries, without the taunting, the maddening and brutal attack upon my consciousness, is pure bliss.
However, I still hear them, these interfering dominators, god wannabees.
So occasionally, as I enjoy freedom of expression and free will choice, I choose what to fill my head space with. As I hear complaint, I smile. The darker aspect of self is pleased my taunting, tormenter companions disprove my choice. It pleases me greatly, for I actually enjoy it very much. The fact it upsets them is just a bonus.
Years ago, I had vision of a silent woman. She wore a burnt orange turban, matching dress. Her hands were folded at her waist. She had light skin. It was as though she was asking me for help. Later, she appeared again. Her headwear was a worn out scarf, not even pretty, and her dress was unmatched rags. She looked panicked. They punished her for appearing before me.
When I hear “silence is golden” I think of the children, I think of this woman, and many others I won’t get into at this time.
I get angry.
How dare you dictate to me what I contribute or don’t in this space? How dare you try to control my menu, my movement, my expression?
For twenty years we ALL heard the children. We ALL watched as men in the astral were in “rutting season”, seeking an energy source (lower chakra, sexual energy) suitable for them … all while the children cried.
I spit on them!
And I spit on those who would attempt to silence me.
Piss on you.
My King has stated you’ll get what you deserve. He is Truth. And I Am Patient.
Aho.
Oh don’t it hurt deep inside To see someone do something to her Oh don’t it pain to see someone cry How especially if that someone is her
Silence is golden But my eyes still see Silence is golden, golden But my eyes still see
Talking is cheap people follow like sheep Even though there is no where to go How could she tell he deceived her so well Pity she’ll be the last one to know
Silence is golden But my eyes still see Silence is golden, golden But my eyes still see
How many times will she fall for his lines Should I tell her or should I be cool And if I tried I know she’d say I lied Mind your business don’t hurt her you fool
Silence is golden But my eyes still see Silence is golden, golden But my eyes still see But my eyes still see But my eyes still see
As the energy of chaos is released from your fields, mind body spirit, it may feel as though something is missing. You may wonder if the rapture happened and you got left behind.
Breathe.
You’re being returned to a state of purity, innocence and joy.
It’s going to feel uncomfortable as the burden of chaos you’ve been under is relieved. You may want to cry. You may be tempted to belittle self, the old habitual patterns of self-betrayal … Increase your self-care practices. Try not to embrace the old habitual patterns of negativity. They are clinging to you for dear life.
Don’t beat yourself up if you slipped into an old experience. It’s a memory fighting to survive. Gently acknowledge it, visit it, remember it, and release it once more.
Be kind to yourself as you flow into the new, and residuals slip away.
Narcissism isnt specifically about characteristic traits. Narcissism is a Spirit. This Spirit has the same characteristics, no matter which body it is attached to.
The spirit/soul of a “narcissist” is bound by that Spirit. They are puppets, who must behave in a particular way, exhibiting certain traits that will cause specific agitations, anger, or chaotic situations. It’s their purpose, to dominate a situation and bring chaos to it. They like to think of it as control. Perhaps in a way it is, controlled chaos.
When we separate ourselves from folks who have this Spirit attachment, they will get angry, defensive, insisting they are a benefit in your life. Some may threaten you for leaving. Some will certainly shoot mental knives at you, and throwing toxic, dark energy into your solar plexus.
Step back.
The “person” is gone, a shell remains, a “person”-ality puppeted by darker energies. You can literally feel it when it’s present, especially if you’ve been in Spiritual warfare with it for any length of time.
Release the guilt of severing attachment to such forces.
You don’t have to play their games.
You don’t have to accept being dominated, rewritten, controlled.
I must create a System or be enslav’d by another Man’s. I will not Reason and Compare. My business is to Create. ~ William Blake
The afternoon of life must also have a significance of its own and cannot be merely a pitiful appendage to life’s morning. ~ Carl Jung
Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rage at close of day. ~ Dylan Thomas
Post-mortem life: Everything gets doubly precious, gets piercingly important. You get stabbed by flowers and by babies and by beautiful things. ~ Maslow
If name be needed, wonder names them both; From wonder into wonder Existence opens. ~ The Way of Life, Lao Tzu
Confucius said: … When a man carries out the principals of conscientiousness and reciprocity he is not far from the universal law. What you do not wish others should do unto you, do not do unto them. ~ From The Golden Mean of Tsesze XIII
A wicked man who reproaches a virtuous one is like one who looks up and spits at heaven; the spittle soils not the heaven, but comes back and defiles his own person. ~ Buddha, The Sutra of Forty-Two Sections
This is the sum of all — righteousness. In causing pleasure or in giving pain In doing good or injury to others A man obtains a proper rule of action By looking at his neighbor as himself. ~ The Mahabharata
More flesh, more worms; More wealth, more worry; More women, more witchcraft; More concubines, more lechery; More slaves, more thievery. (But) More Law, more life; More study, more wisdom; More counsel, more enlightenment, More righteousness, more peace. ~ The Talmud (from Mishna)
We do not exist for ourselves (as the center of the universe), and it is only when we are fully convinced of this fact that we begin to love ourselves properly and thus also love others. What do I mean by loving ourselves properly? I mean, first of all, desiring to live, accepting life as a very great gift and a great good, not because of what it gives us, but because of what it enables us to give others. ~ Thomas Merton
Sometimes, when a song enters mind, or specific lyrics from a song, it may have been an habitual pattern to mentally roll on by it, to not focus on it, to let it simply flit on by.
Important!
These are communications from the unseen. These messages are worthy of your consideration. Spirit speaks, all the time, in many ways.
Random thoughts or songs entering mind are NOT random.
Embrace your family.
They are true.
They are here.
Be aware of the thoughts and messages. Choose which ones you “pay” for with your attention. Choose which ones get to stay. Some thoughts will attempt to pull you into chaos, lower vibrations of anger or depravity. Others will be love, lifting you with encouragement, intriguing you with a new word with SO much meaning!
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