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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.

Infinite Possibility

Published August 3, 2018 by tindertender

Tendrils, like smoke in a clear room. They touch the pit of me and pull … quickly I reject them. I am always amazed at the liberties some will take when they think no one is paying attention. Heck, maybe they are not even aware of doing it … but then, perhaps they are.

rick-hinchcliff-69186-unsplashI walk along with my bundle, much like a swiffer, but it is plum full of flowers! Beautiful clear atmosphere, pure. There is nothing to catch or clean.

The bees and butterflies rest on my wand while I move along, hand raised, exposing all of the beautiful blossoms for snacking.

Flower Photo by Rick Hinchcliff

As I travel, an opening appears through trees, and there I see the most amazing scene! The ocean blue, waves topped with white as they roll in toward the beach. Water meshing with sky as though they were family long separated, in a warm embrace.

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Photo by gabriel xu

Moving along, plant growth fades. I look beyond where I stand to see a plateau, empty, but for a river of water, flush with the earth, one seamless bond.

As far as I can see the land is void of life, there isn’t even a wind.

Suddenly, I find myself in a room where there are 4 x 4 beams. Carved within one beam are marks, approximately 3/4″ x 3″ long, 3 of them in a row, set in a diagonal about eye level. The post has been painted brown, yet the inside of the three marks have been painted red.

The room is in shadow, dim lit and seemingly void of people, very quiet.

I close my eyes within this scene, as I sat in time with the outer closed as well, and I saw a circular light, spiraling into darkness.

SunThe amazing movement of all that is … Getting comfortable feeling it, seeing it, and sensing it takes time.

Learning about what is found takes much effort … it can be tempting to stop, the mind stretches.

Who’s to say if it is imagination … or connection? Only the experiencer knows … and even that is left open for questioning.

Any time one is inclined to express solid and stationary knowledge is the time to open another door.

Infinite possibility awaits …

 

 

The Color Blue

Published July 24, 2018 by tindertender
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Photo by Perchek Industrie

I closed my eyes and I saw yours, the most beautiful blue I had ever seen. What is it with the color blue, anyway?

connor-dugan-561870-unsplashWater than runs in rivers and streams,

That moves in waves of the ocean look blue,

Yet when cupped in the hand can be seen,

Clearly.

Photo by Connor Dugan

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The sky above appears to be blue,

But it is the same sky that we walk among below at ground level,

And it is also clear, no color at all.

Photo by Chris Barbalis

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Snow, when it falls so pretty and white,

8 feet, and taller the mounds can be!

When a stick is poked into it, it too leaves a trace of blue light which travels the whole length of the hole made.

Photo by asoggetti

Blue … it is a curious color … is it real, or imaginary?

Some experiences are quite unnerving, and interesting at the same time.

I’m wondering why their vocabulary isn’t larger. Perhaps it is only my inability to understand which causes them to use smaller words, repetitively.

I look around me as I drive the street, or walk it, and I see people having conversations with those who are not visible. They appear to be mad, sometimes they flail their arms as though they are fighting.

This world has hypnotized humanity, and then fed them a story which keeps them pacified. I wonder if these I see in the midst of battle, seemingly with no one, are simply having the veil of their mind shattered … perhaps those who they speak with must be ‘cruel to be kind’. Perhaps this is the only sure way to break them free from the film that has covered mind.

How many survive this method?
I know of a few who have not.
I also know of some who have …

For I Am One.

Conscious Connection

Published March 17, 2018 by tindertender

Conscious Connection

I sit listening to the high pitch in my ears as well as music, soft without words in the headphones. The two sounds mesh and I feel the pulse of blood course through my body. More than blood though, there is energy, alive and fierce.

I thought of the supplements I take and realized I hadn’t taken them. A cleanse has recently happened … first a 3 day fast, then a cell cleanse followed by little food and much water, or at least more than normal. The body is vibrating a soft hum.

Understanding has changed. It has gone from the superstition taught in today’s world to a deeper source, truer. Many call it mythology, but the evidence cannot be denied. Regions around the whole world have similar data which has been kept in shadow for a very long time.

Funny when really considered … history is a made up story, much of it … mythology more real than we’ve been led to believe.

Orb,
Eagle staring me in the face,
Huge, hooked beak right before my eyes.

Sensing is quite interesting. Coming into it again, slowly. The first round was too fast. While I do not understand it fully (or at all, consciously) it’s happening, none the less.

 

Sensitivity

Published November 23, 2017 by tindertender

He waved a finger in my face and said, “YOU … are emotionally sensitive.” I think, what better way to be?

I sit here and listen to the rain falling heavy on the roof. I wish I sensed it was a cleansing rain, a purifying, washing away of toxins, but I’ve seen the pilots who fly above them as they spew whatever chemical concoction into the tops of these clouds. There is a steadfast determination by some to utterly destroy what is good ~ I see a counter-action coming up to level of the exact opposite, balance shifting, and perhaps the scales will tip in the opposite direction of destruction.


I am certain they’ve gotten much better at the dilution of whatever they dropped into the rain clouds.

The shackles are loosed from what seemed ‘definite’. Reality is surfacing, a time of accepting responsibility is upon us.

Sowing Seeds

Published November 18, 2017 by tindertender

Driving along the highway, enjoying the sunny day, I see ahead of me on the side of the road a form. Upon nearing it I see it was once a Shepard dog, or something similar. I know animals are getting hit and killed all of the time, but this one struck me close to the heart, for I am a dog lover. (I love all animals, don’t get me wrong, but I sleep with dogs every night.) As I was alone on this journey, I internalized the scene, I tried to push it to the back of my mind but it kept swimming into my inner sight.

A couple hours later I arrived home to take a friend on a necessary trip to the store. On the way back from there, I spilled the beans, I described to a tee what had been rolling around in my head.

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I sit here now, and I wonder why it is that there seems to be no solution from the spinning of negative, hurtful, or downright disturbing scenes, phrases and events but for the release of them out into the world, laid upon the minds and eyes of others.

There they go, now this scene is in their mind, lessened perhaps, for they did not actually see it, but the description is there, and we all know how detailed the mind can be when reading a book, or hearing a story.

If only there were a way not to put this type of thing into the world, while still releasing and letting go. It truly is not my desire or wish to propagate unpleasantness. When I sit and feel the life of me, those visions and thoughts still spin, they do so until I let them go.

As a younger lady, I journaled. I wrote down every nasty thing I wanted to say to some jerk, I spewed the emotional hurt or anger on paper. I would sometimes make it a letter and seal it in an envelope, putting on a stamp. (Letting it sit for a week before tearing it up). That was a great release and no one needed to wear it afterward … until the day someone decided they wanted to read my journals, which they ‘found’. They were hurt, because some of the things in there were telling of the pain I felt by some of their actions and the way I experienced it. I stopped journaling.

I began to harbor these things inside, and then they began to overflow into the world, and they were ugly, more ugly than anything I could have put on paper.

Now days I am not angry, but still, the disturbing scenes similar to this afternoon, and the pain I see inflicted in the world are still there, roaming around in my mind. I blog about some of them … but there again, they get all over everyone who takes the time to read them.

I see there really is a need for quiet, personal reflection and release. For in talking aloud, or typing on social media of any kind, it grows in the minds of others. So I consider yet again …

What seeds do I want to sow in this world?

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Strangers In The Light

Published November 12, 2017 by tindertender

Three silhouettes in a violet light. I view them from their side, they are all facing the same direction, as though they will walk to the left of me, passing in a uniform line.

Smoke wisps through the air, I watch it as it moves. Flames licking tinder as it flickers in the night. Coals hot, glowing … sparks fly as the wood settles.

Light comes from many sources, all with their own properties. Some are soft, easy, warm and comforting … others are glaring and harsh, seeming to zap my senses.

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Feeling the warmth grow, I turn the harsh lights off, and relax into the moment.

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