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Intertwining ~ Relentless

Published December 4, 2018 by tindertender

What are you looking for? Who told you what to look for? What was the motive behind the one telling you what to look for?

THINK!

Before we shared consciousness … we shared consciousness. One aspect in time completely unaware of each other, the other aspect in time, aware of each other. We are too much alike! Since you are here, perhaps we can shift gears … go another route. No body wants to be ‘pissed’ forever, seeing yellow, wet and uncomfortable, among other descriptive words.

This frame of mind has been programmed into mass consciousness. By who? Why? What kind of experiment is this? Or has it gone rogue, gone wild … like AI that takes on life of its own.

AI … some say AI is a machine. What if AI is actually a self-replicating organic form? Too smart for its own good? Currently not aware enough to stop damaging itself?

How would the scientists program organic minds, or organic AI? It would have to be done via electromagnetic pulse. Wireless technology.

Even if you don’t think it possible, consider nanobots infiltrating the human mind and body. Manipulated by wireless electromagnetic pulse. What are the possibilities? Are there any limits? Is there any way to stop it?

How many organic forms will self-destruct upon entry of AI nanobots? Is this the reality, or simply a distraction? Is it a half truth, disguising the actuality? The known, covering the yet unknown … or at least the yet to be acknowledged?

A war for the minds of mankind. Could it be happening right under our noses? We’ve been told of it, yet are we only now becoming fully aware of it? Yes … would be the short answer.

How to short circuit AI nanobots, fortify the mind, cleanse and purify, leaving behind anything that did not originate within.

It’s a disguise. Those in power know the behind the scene action. Those experiencing know better than most, who are not informed. Those who have yet to encounter these methods scoff, ridicule, and harm those having the exposure. No one will escape it. There are many facets to this circle of life.

https://infogalactic.com/info/Hexadecagon

https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-difference-between-ordinal-numbers-and-cardinal-numbers

http://www.numericana.com/answer/culture.htm

I find it interesting that the multifaceted circle comes to mind while I ask these many questions, most of which I can’t record for they fly by in thought so quickly. Back on the surface of things I watch as my dogs roost around in the blankets, getting cozy for sleep. I wonder how many hours my mind will race this night before sleep comes for me.

Consciousness becomes nearly explosive. The organic body needs sleep, and while it does, the consciousness keeps going, called by many, the subconscious. Never resting. Those without organic body do the same, only they are fully conscious at all times. How tiring that must be! How tiring it sometimes is.

What is a true leader? Someone who does it … whatever the task. Others, seeing this and knowing it is good, do it as well. Simple. As. That. No ego, no orders given, no force. Today’s leaders (mostly) will not do … they order, instruct, dictate and then often take credit for, the work of others. It is amazing how leadership has been warped. Incredible.

Skewing of basic law. This is important, for it is happening with all things.

Coming from depths of soul, what is in union there? Outside of the noise, yet permeating everything. It sounds like my own voice, yet it is not. Why on earth am I sitting beneath the split of you?

It isn’t the Rothschilds. It isn’t the queen. It isn’t the president, or the king.

I have a friend who used to tell me to stay in the shade of gray. Actually, the shade of gray, the middle, between good and bad, mad and glad, doesn’t exist unless you’ve ‘medicated’.

Angry Cats

https://youtu.be/JUI27WhoWBQ

Why this song and the thought of angry cats comes up, I haven’t a clue, but I’ll share it anyhow.

Manipulation does not last forever. It cannot.

Who, what, why, when, and where … yet someone threw in the how. It doesn’t even follow format! The how is always a variable formed by whatever the other elements are. It could mean what I was thinking when I thought it, or it could mean something else.

How can your thinking happen during a different thought simultaneously, parallel worlds butting up to each other. Rifts (tears) in them, allowing them, or causing them, to mesh … to intertwine. It is more like they bleed into each other, like colors on fabric.

I am bombarded by the thought of the halogen collider, CERN.

They don’t have much of a record but … I wonder if this is artificial intelligence. Thoughts the world over, in the minds of humanity, are being amplified. Is this science? Or is it madness?

If you destroy other life in the attempt to be free, do you deserve freedom?

The IZUMUK is identified as …

What in the heck does it mean? I have found this bit of information:

IZUM – Institute of Information Sciences – a public institution established by the Government of the Republic of Slovenia as an information service of Slovenian science, culture and education.

The letters given in message specifically ended in ‘UK’. The IZUM seems to be code talk, and may not have anything to do with the Republic of Slovenia, yet it sparks interest in further research. For now though, rest … or the attempt of it anyway.

Spinning Entry … or Standing Still

Published November 18, 2018 by tindertender

How many doors are there to all knowledge? Is one forced to locate ‘A’ door? Pigeon holed into one line of entry? Or are there many doors, everywhere, all along life’s path?

Wherever we find ourselves on the journey, we will find, upon deep reflection, we are actually in the eye of the storm, standing smack dab in the middle of where all doors … and openings … meet.

Do you dare enter one of the doors? Or do you open them all and stand center, sending love and song and sweetness into each of them? Not really joining with, or meshing with any single room, or path, or group.

She spins right, wearing her white dress. Sparkles begin to fly off of her as she spins, entering the dark opening of each door. It’s as though a tube is surrounding all of them, and sliding down the rim of the aperture is Golden streams, like water dripping down the outer edges. Darkness is behind, yet these golden rivulets are reflecting light.

She stands in a circle of light and all of the doors seem to disappear, all except one large opening. It seems to open into darkness, but as she looks at it, it begins to glow slightly blue, ever so subtle in the dim, near impenetrable view.

Aaahhh, sunset. The sky a pale blue as the light fades. Silhouettes begin to appear. Buildings, hills, and anything that is abound the earth.

Hair like liquid gold, parted on the right. Gentle waves and a thin band across the forehead. Features delicate, beautiful … yet eyes are like liquid, icy laser beams. Your energy pushes against my middle and a sensation like … fear? … butterflies?

I wonder, your features say you are young, your stature small … yet there is no such thing as small is there? That is a word humans dreamed up after they stuffed themselves into a flesh suit. Reality … who are you really? Why are you pretending to be small when in fact you are so very large? Are you here to burn away my illusion? What if I’m not ready? What if I’m comfortable in the uncomfortableness?

Strange. I thought myself courageous, brave, and willing to face what is … yet this moment allows me to understand there is still fear embedded in the mind. It holds me back from walking through doors, from committing to anything, to remaining aloof.

One thing I’ve learned is that while patient, there is only so much of it that can be offered an individual. At some point, the comfortable will be pushed into discomfort, forced to stretch beyond that which they know. We’re forced to face our fear, willingly … or kicking and screaming.

I think again about what nice means. I think to myself, it wasn’t very nice of me to yell at someone the other day. Fortunately for me, he forgives easily, quickly, and just lets it go like it never happened. Then on the other hand I know someone who refuses to even try to come to an understanding, about what? I do not know. I realize I’m swimming between two poles of experience with two different people. One who forgives and moves on, the other who refuses and fosters negativity. Two completely different reality’s, and me standing in the middle … sometimes frustrated by it all.

All of a sudden I consider many other things as well.

Many … other … things …

Does Life Evolve Outside Of Time?

Published September 18, 2018 by tindertender

Does a light being need to be birthed inside of time to generate massive spiritual growth, or does life evolve outside of time as well? If it does, are the lessons learned as intense, or extreme, or are lessons learned more slowly? Is there such a thing as slow or quick when outside of time?

I’m curious why their seem to be so many felines in the spiritual realms. Rarely do canines show up, at least for me. Strange how I happen to really love canines and have never been a cat person … although that happens to be my sign.

I’ve heard it said that when this life ends one ought to enter ‘the light’. I recall a time before time where I walked straight into the path of the sun … right into this life. Perhaps that is what walking into the light really is, an entry from spirit into time, and from time into spirit.

Perhaps this is why the sun has been worshipped for so long, it is the gateway to and from this world and others.

It just occurred to me that my Snowy girl is 11 years old. She’s been slowing down and I wonder how much more time we have together. My Toby is one year behind her. It is sad to think of the day when they will leave me behind on their journey to the sun.

Is it possible to love sufficiently? I mean, is it possible to do it just right? I think of the walks that I have not taken my pups on and knowing how much they love that, I’m sad. Working full time and then living in an area where so many people keep their dogs off leash makes it very difficult. I do not like being in the middle of dog fights.

Divine nature has blessed me with this time … for in less than four years my pups will most likely be gone, and this world will be in for a real ‘treat’ … or should I say, surprise. I’m not quite sure what that will be, but it’s coming, nonetheless.

Planetary Offense

Published September 15, 2018 by tindertender
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There has been much talk of ‘devils’ over the years. What if they are simply displaced souls from another planet, a planet that was destroyed in war? What if the very same ‘people’ who destroyed that planet are here, doing the same? (Or attempting to).

What if the story of ‘devils’ was created to limit, or stop altogether, communications which have potential of saving this planet and life upon it? What if there are impostors, pretending to be devils, so that when communication finally comes from those out of body trying to help, they are mimicked, and communication turns bad, solidifying in mind the ‘reality’ of devils?

I’m beginning to think devils walk among us, not unseen, but in body … and they mean to poison every aspect of life on this planet, making it impossible for life to flourish. They mean to turn life against itself, in all forms, imploding … and if life doesn’t, they have ideas to explode it.

What if they succeed? What if we, too, find ourselves on another planet undergoing the same scenario and we try to help but are without body, and life upon that planet has been trained to believe we are ‘devils’

Are planets being systematically destroyed?
Why is there so much intensity around finding other planets with life?

Personal Boundaries

Published September 14, 2018 by tindertender
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Photo by Nathaniel Flowers

Childhood teaches us to behave in a certain manner. How often we allow our own personal thoughts and ideas to be superseded by others … it is trained behavior.

Some of us do not live long enough to come to this realization. Sometimes the fact that our inner voice becomes just that, inner, is when identity becomes lost, or skewed. Trying to please those around us all of the time, it can be noted that the one we will spend the rest of our lives with (our self) loses the battle, and is shoved into a closet while the world on the outside is catered to.

What are your boundaries? Those created through training from others are only habits, a practiced manner of being. Habits are meant to be broken, especially if they do not honor self.

I had an experience with a friend recently, a friend I love dearly. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m overly sensitive (a story fed me day after day in youth) or if my reaction and response to certain things is warranted. I tell myself I would not have had a reaction at all if there were nothing wrong. Yet at the same time, miscommunication, or lack of it, is often the culprit behind misunderstandings.

Our language is so complex. There are many ‘short-hand’ ways of speaking to each other, but to one who is learning the language, it may be quite confusing. (No reference whatsoever to my friend). I have been told by some that the way we speak leaves out much detail of what is really happening in our mind, therefore the listener cannot possibly understand properly, no fault of their own.

It is easier to walk away from someone than to try and hash out misconceptions. Old triggers, once flipped, can shut doors for a lifetime … indeed have already shut many doors. How can doors be opened if speech is so frivolously tossed about?

This may be the cause of many of the issues we face in the world today. For all the schooling we’ve received there is a profound lack in the ability to be clear with one another, as adults, speaking exactly what we mean.

Boundaries … it could be that triggers get flipped and life goes on, simply bringing to our attention a wound, or lack of thought going into a process, allowing us to try to do it better next time around … and there will always be a next time … faces may change, but situations will come ’round again.

If we find a friend who is willing to work with us as we delve deep to unravel those strings and unhinge the hooks which keep us trapped in hurtful scenarios, then we ought to hold onto them … should they wish to hang around, doing their own work, reciprocating healing to old stories.

Stewards Of Earth

Published July 16, 2018 by tindertender
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Since the dawn of time all physical forms have merged with the earth at death. Many species, including humans, have deteriorated and become the ‘life blood’ of this planet.

The oil and gas that is embedded in the crust of this world comes from the physical life form. WE are the oil and the gases that are pillaged from its flesh. And it is WE who allow the usage of it.

When we fill our tanks and burn the fuel, we must consider the ancestors of the long ago past, and those recently buried, for it is their flesh and bone which supply these oils and gases, it is also this which supplies the earth with its blood, and it is needed to keep cycles going in an even and balanced manner. This is what maintains good flow ~ when it is sucked out, the earth shrivels and we get sink holes, quakes and such.

While living we have agreed to allow governments and corporations to use our skills, our labor. We have permitted them to put a price tag on that work, and we have also permitted them to charge us for the fruits of that labor. They take our time, they take a portion of our wages and use it to wage wars, and they charge tax on the foods and products we create. They seem to believe our effort is owned by them, when in fact it is an exchange we have offered them. They bully and abuse the laborer as though they are property.

When will we insist this cycle end? Do we have capacity to consider those we have loved and cherished in the past? It is they who have contributed to the balance of planetary health. We have fallen prey (and so have they) to the greed and power needs of those ‘in charge’. We have been blinded into believing that we must suck the fluids from the earth, we have been convinced we are not doing harm to the precious balance of the world.

Do we have the courage to reject the ways of destruction? Are we able to commit to working hard in order to maintain balance and health? Is there love and capacity enough in our hearts to honor the lives which came before us? Are we strong enough to shed the misconception that we need someone else to care for us?

Is peace and harmony really worth working for, or is it simply words people like to spout off? Are we courageous enough to break down barriers and actually form trusted bonds with each other, people to people, bound with the spirits and life forms of past, and the life of this planet which supports us?

Honor for each other, for this earth and the waters which flow here must be if we stand a chance.

These cycles have gone on for centuries. Whole peoples have disappeared … the ancient Egyptians and Mayans, Atlantis, Lemuria and others. Villages and cultures have nearly been obliterated as the knowledge of old has been strategically eliminated, integrated into this sick culture which has been bred by those who view us as ‘human capital’ and ‘needless feeders’. This knowledge is the stuff that will save us … and only our protection will save the world and life upon it … as we need saving, the ancient past needs saving too.

Their is only one who will save the world and life upon it … that ‘One’ is the combination of all men and women and children who decide to come together As One and work for harmony in this world. Do we have what it takes? Or has the very heart of us been squashed and tied to strings which we are not able to break bond with?

Antarctic Treaty System

Published July 15, 2018 by tindertender

When all countries of the world unanimously agree to no fly zones and such, you know they are hiding something from you. This is probably the ONLY treaty in the world that has ever been honored.

Since it is apparent no other place in this world lives without threat, who or what is behind the cause of this strange cooperation?

Some say governments are hiding artifacts and structures such as pyramids and alien craft. It is my belief it isn’t just artifacts, but relationships with those other life forms who have laid ‘claim’ to this space on the planet.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antarctic_Treaty_System

https://www.history.com/topics/atlantis

Do you have the courage to question everything that has ever been handed to you as truth, or false?

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