Command your mind, or it will be commanded for you.
We can see how well it’s working for humanity by observing the collective.
Too many busy growing implanted seeds of chaos.
Pluck them from the mind. Plant seeds of your choice, not what this matrix gives you.
Pull the weeds in your garden of consciousness.
There she is, that Sovereign Woman.
She with the courageous heart and the wild soul. She who says, “This is me. This is who I am.”
She wasn’t always this way.
For many years she was hidden away. Revealing herself fully only in the words of her journal and in her closest friendships. Showing up in her truth only when she felt safe enough to be vulnerable.
But now she’s changed. From her appearance to her writing, she’s a whole different woman.
SHE’S THE WOMAN WHO WAS WAITING INSIDE OF HER ALL ALONG.
It was not easy for her, this transformation. She didn’t just step into this embodied self the way you would gracefully step up a staircase.
She had to go deep inside of herself to find this version of herself.
She dug and descended.
Explored and excavated.
Re-membered, re-defined and re-birthed.
And now here she stands: Battle weary. Flawed. Tender.
She’s cried countless tears and faced many shadows. But it doesn’t take much to see there’s something different about her.
What is it? Can you feel it?
Yes that’s it…
IT’S NOT SO MUCH HOW SHE LOOKS. IT’S WHAT SHE’S EMANATING.
She’s grounded in her Wisdom.
Firm in her Strength.
And rooted in her Truth.
She may look like she’s been to hell and back, and in many ways she has, but the raging fire only devoured everything about her that was no longer true.
And what was left behind after all the layers of untruths were burned to the ground was her true essence.
She’s rising out of the ashes now, this Phoenix woman. She’s orienting her life to who she has become.
It’s all brand new to her and she’s far from having it all figured out. But little by little, she’s finding out exactly what it means to be a Sovereign Woman.”
~ Layla F. Saad
http://laylafsaad.com/poetry-prose/sovereign-woman
The bastards are desperate to drop the frequency of the feminine, and many masculine too.
They drew forth memory of a rape that happened many years ago. The following night while sleeping, my root and sacral chakra, my sacred feminine parts, were energetically raped. All I could do was sit there and sob while it happened, while they poured their “passion” onto me. And they cooed … oh, hear her cry …
Two days now, I’m so sad and disgusted by the masculine … even brothers whom I love dearly.
Pleasure has been turned into pain and I’m literally trying desperately not to fall into hatred. I’m trying to pray, but Heavenly Father is masculine, and so there is difficulty.
These challenges to Love are so violating and difficult.
It’s a war on Divine Union.
I Believe You.
“God is one. And he that is one is nameless; for he does not need a name, since he is alone. . .. All things have been derived from One ..?”
The idea of oneness is next to impossible to grasp because we live in a world of contrasts, and contrast requires more than one element. So here we are, persistently in our world of twoness. How can we grasp the idea of oneness in the world of nonbeing that we occupied before we came into beingness? One way might be to think of our fingers, legs, arms, toes, and eyes: We don’t think of them as separate entities from our total being. We don’t refer to our fingers as being separate from ourselves. Even though they have their unique qualities and character, they’re part of the oneness we refer to as ourselves. So it is with our relationship to Source or God before we came into this world- in that world, which I’m calling our “Fromness,” we and God
were one.
Dr Wayne Dyer, The Shift
A personal rejection may be taken as an insurmountable barrier and a reason for self-pity and hate, or as an incentive for looking more closely and critically at our behavior as a means of correcting it and thus, attempting to change the behavior of others toward us. The choices are ours to make.
Mental Pain ~ If each time we experienced it we would welcome it with interest and give it our immediate attention by asking ourselves, “ What is this hurt about?” “What is there for me to learn from it?” “What are my alternative responses besides suffering?”, we would perhaps discover the true reason for the pain and be able to arrive at some creative behavioral alternatives to aid ourselves in overcoming it.
~ Leo Buscaglia
Personhood, The Art of Being Fully Human
I heard talk last night about those who have been “released” from the snare, disconnected from the false matrix. There is worry and concern. They’re losing their energy “sources”.
It is an honor and a privilege to be here.
By the Grace of God, the steadiness of the Foundation Keepers, we are gifted stability to create from, to allow our personal song, generated by the seed of vitality placed inside the essence of who we are, to be sung, expressed in beauty.
There are others who’s sole purpose is to tear your song apart, demanding they be heard instead.
Personal hygiene … spiritual, physical, energetic, is critical. Keep the foundation clear of antagonists.
The old threads are unraveling,
Get your needles ready.
We are stitching a new quilt
of Humanity.
Bring your old t-shirts,
worn out jeans, scarves,
antique gowns, aprons,
old pockets of plenty
who have held Earth’s treasures,
stones, feathers, leaves,
love notes on paper.
Each stitch
A mindful meditation.
Each piece of material
A story.
The more colour the better,
so call in the Tribes.
Threads of browns, whites,
reds, oranges
Women from all nations
start stitching.
Let’s recycle the hate, the abuse,
the fear, the judgment.
Turn it over, wash it clean,
ring it out to dry.
It’s a revolution
of recycled wears.
Threads of greens, blues, purples
Colourful threads
of peace, kindness,
respect, compassion
are being stitched
from one continent to the next
over forests, oceans, mountains.
The work is hard
Your fingers may bleed.
But each cloth stitched together
Brings together a community.
A world, our future world
Under one colourful quilt.
The new quilt of humanity.”
~ Julia Myers
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