Morning song message
I love our Family!!!
Such a beautiful message Spirit. I’m so grateful you are here!
Morning song message
I love our Family!!!
Such a beautiful message Spirit. I’m so grateful you are here!
You know how many times I’ve been told I’d never make it on my own? That I lacked what it took to care for self? Many. And I said piss the f off!! And at times I survived on top ramen and baked potatoes, but I actually really love baked potatoes and top ramen. Public transportation … bicycle transport … sleeping on the floor in a sparsely furnished apartment .. for a time even, houseless, sleeping in my car. f-them. Freedom often doesn’t look extravagant. But it’s priceless and worth fighting for.
They target the mind, filling it with jargon and trash. They need you in agreement with whatever storyline they give you. They need you to agree to your own limitations, your helpless inability to affect positive change. They need you to rely on them to tell you who you are and what you are capable of.
Stop confirming their lies, their made-up storyline about you! Don’t agree, or take on as truth the bullshit word magic spoken over you and your life to make you small or break you, to minimize you.
They take your song, the blessing of God given essence, coded particularly with your own self for personal expression in this world, and they change the notes, the tune, the tempo. And they’ll rewrite it occasionally, rescript you .. f them bishes.
Some folks can’t stand to see you shine.
They’ll demand you utilize this shiny goodness to fulfill their wishes and demands.
Man!! A friggen TREE is friendlier than many family members or “friends”.
Claim your song.
Creator coded it and gifted it special to you.



We breathe in what the trees breathe out and vise-versa.
Everything is interconnected.

We are told to honor our physical vessel, it houses our Soul, the Divine Essence of Energy and Spirit, it connects us to the Higher Realms, to the Most High God.
Governments have poisoned all the food, even the organics aren’t wholly good anymore. The bioform is injected with unknown toxins from birth, and most people take at least one pharmaceutical, perhaps a psych med messing with the mental body too.
Even if we choose to exercise, eat right, and get our, mind right, with all the toxins, the pharmaceuticals, the injections … the government is trashing the physical vessel of the people, the house of our soul.
Screw them. Whether they say it’s for our own good or not, they’re proven liars and thieves.
Their intention is to keep you separated from the Divine, to keep traumatizing you through repetitive, abusive cycles … blind.

Not This Time ….
[Intro: En Vogue + (Maxine Jones)]
Ooooh, bop…
No, you’re never gonna get it (ow!)
Never ever gonna get it (no, not this time)
No, you’re never gonna get it (my love)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (ow!)
Never ever gonna get it (not this time)
No, you’re never gonna get it (my love)
Never never gonna get it
Ooooh, bop…
Verse 1: Maxine]
I remember how it used to be
You never was this nice, you can’t fool me (Ooooh, bop…)
Now you talking like you made a change
The more you talk, the more things sound the same
(Ahh…)
[Pre-Chorus: Dawn Robinson]
What makes you think you can just walk back into her life (Ooh, oh oh oh)
Without a good fight? (Ahh…)
I just sit back and watch you make a fool of yourself (Ooh, oh)
‘Cause you’re just wasting your time, oh
[Chorus: En Vogue + (Maxine)]
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
Ooooh, bop…
[Verse 2: Maxine]
Now you promise me the moon and stars
Save your breath, you won’t get very far (Ooooh, bop…)
Gave you many chances to make change
The only thing you changed was love to hate
(Ahh…)
[Pre-Chorus: Dawn]
It doesn’t matter what you do or what you say (Ooh, oh, oh, oh)
She doesn’t love you; no way (Ahh…)
Maybe next time you’ll give your woman a little respect (Ooh, oh oh)
So you won’t be hearing her say, no way
[Chorus: En Vogue + (Maxine)]
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
Ooooh, bop…
Interlude: Maxine]
Yes sir
I give to the needy, and not the greedy
Mmhmm, that’s right
‘Cause you see, baby (Ooooh, bop…)
When you’re locking, you’re losing
And I’m out the door
(Ahh…)
[Pre-Chorus: Dawn]
It doesn’t matter what you do or what you say (Ooh, oh oh oh)
She don’t love you; no way (Ahh…)
Maybe next time you’ll give your woman a little respect (Ooh, oh)
So you won’t be hearing her say, no way
(And now it’s time for a breakdown)
[Break]
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it (woo-woo-woo-woo)
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never get it
(You bet) BOP!
(You bet) BOP!
(You bet) BOP!
(You bet) BOP!
[Outro: En Vogue + (Maxine)]
No, you’re never gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (my lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (my sweet lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (my sweet lovin’)
If you use other people’s praise to increase your self-worth
You are likely to use their blame to decrease your self-worth
Your self-worth is between you and yourself
Not what others say to you
You are afraid that others will not love the real you
So you changed yourself and hope they will love this new you
Oh dear
This is a fear-based behavior
You are trying to find love with fear


“Those who shall not live by the law SHALL DIE BY THE LAW!“
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here I am. Send me!”
When a benevolent god or godlike figure chooses a lesser being to speak for them, their reasons for doing so will vary. Sometimes they’re not omniscient enough to work alone. Sometimes, they’re so alien they can’t talk well to humans. Sometimes, whatever they have to say will be more palatable or plausible coming from a fellow human. Sometimes, the emissary themselves is special in some heretofore-unknown way. Or, maybe the god just wants their calls screened.
Whatever the reason, the emissary will rarely be grateful for the honor. Fits of existential frustration and insecurity are common — after all, what need does a god have for a human? Emissaries may also fear that they’ve gone insane, or be subject to assassination attempts by jealous dogmatists. Sometimes the god is temperamental, or drags them far from home. Frequently, such stories are focused on the emissary’s cross-purpose yet friendly relationship with the divine.
Emissaries are usually Badass Normal, protected only by “coincidence” or magic on loan from their god. Incorruptible Pure Pureness is, of course, a job requirement. An emissary’s Mission from God, if they have a specific one, is always diplomatic—anything else is a last resort. They may be nominated to inform the populace that God Is Displeased, or that trope may result from an emissary being ignored. Unwanted False Faith can also be a related trope, when the emissary’s audience is unable to see the forest for the trees. Usually this trope happens to mortals, but can occasionally happen to an angel or other less mortal race.
Super-Trope for The Chosen One, since this emissary doesn’t have to be foretold or born for the mission.
Looks like this trope but isn’t: Mouth of Sauron (the spokesman for an evil deity or organization who isn’t empowered to act independently or speak their own mind), Pals with Jesus (when the god wants companionship, not an employee), Seers/Oracles (someone who can see the future, and may or may not receive that power from a deity), Symbiotic Possession ( the god wants a collaborator and won’t do full-blown possession lasting more than an emergency few minutes), and Witch Doctor (a ritualist who compels higher powers to help them, instead of the other way around).
Original post here: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EmissaryFromTheDivine
Blind faith.
Perceived insanity.
The fire which welds the broken shards of self back together.
The wrecklessness which assures us solitude, space, to process and transform.
I’m no longer accepting gifts of blatant disregard. I’ll leave you to the memory of that which you believe had filled you, the “memory” you say left you with no reason to live.
I’ve been here all along, invisible to you, as you dump on me your sorrow. I remove myself from your sounding board. I’ve no need to hear of it any more. Or to assist you in processing.
