In 1987, I entered the field of work which would become my career. 37 years later I find that a pressman who worked at the same place all those years ago now works for the same company I’m working at again.
This morning he commented on my appearance. He said he noted my weight loss, said I must be the weight I once was all those years ago. Said I was looking good. (He’s married, happily, not flirty at all).
No … I was 115 lbs then. A faulty thyroid had me struggling with weight for many years. I increased to 205 lbs. Now, I’m at 135 lbs and feeling really good.
Sometimes compliments are proper and good, appreciated.
Sometimes compliments aren’t appreciated, because it comes with an energetic or physical “pawing”, some sort of “need” another wants me to fill.
Oh the whoa.
Thanks be to the Most High and our Collective Family of Skillful, Willful, expertise.
I am grateful for health, for spiritual wealth, my new life, and those who will walk the path with me.
I walked upstairs to get a snack. At the top of the stairs there was a dead stink bug on its back. I thought to self, there’s got to be a message here!
I looked up the stink bug and discovered as the bug nears death, normal blood flow ceases, causing the legs to contract inwardly. Without support of the legs, the body becomes top-heavy, and usually falls upside down. Nervous system failure.
I opened my bag of Fritos, not realizing I opened it from the bottom. I thought, “bottoms up!”
I thought about the stink bug falling from the air, landing on its back, flipped.
I thought of my bag of Fritos, being pulled from an upside down bag.
And I thought of Spirituality, and Religion, and those warring factions who swear everyone else who thinks dofferently is wrong.
Those who were up, fall down. Those who were sealed in, are coming UP from the bottom.
Polar Shift.
The Most High knows His essence. He knows who embodies it, generates it, vs the difference it forms when a thief wears it as a cloak.
I’m so impressed at the stupidity. That some actually thought they could use the essence of the Most High Master to overthrow the Most High Master.
The illusions run deep. Or should I say, delusions.
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
They broke your heart, did the utmost to destroy you. You extracted yourself. Now their life is falling apart. They say they’ve learned their lesson. Want to return.
We don’t go backward. Grateful folks are learning their lessons, but if they’re going backward, they’re asking to repeat a cycle.
Growth comes from forward momentum. Not regressive return to trauma, thinking it’s “fixed”.
Sometimes the “reason” folks come together is a “lesson” … not a “lifetime”.
Release.
“Ritual” helps set intention in the mind, in one’s essence. Dressing one’s self in intention isn’t scary, it’s helpful, and sacred.
When a human injures itself, it’s body can regenerate. When it’s emotional body is blown apart by heartbreak, it heals and is at some point able to love again.
Humans are the Genesis project. And perhaps now, the Regenesis project.
I’m curious about clones, the synthetic beings.
If they don’t have a chakra system, a connection to Source, when they cut themselves, or otherwise injure themselves, do they have the ability to regenerate like humans do?
Maybe that is why we are so hated. And why so many go missing every year. They require the essence of the products of the genesis project.
They can’t survive without harvesting this essence.
I truly believe most “people” are synthetic. Satan cloned the bioforms of many, using dna from the ancestry testing sites and such. He needed many warriors to come against the Most High and family.
They drained the essence out of humanity and used its power, it’s vitality, to try and conquer the Most High, Creation itself flowing in all beings. They harvested the vitality of the supposed “challengers” and used it against them.
Now that the essence is being returned, the synthetics are having a hard time, it seems. Now that a separation has occurred, it appears that which can no longer feed is fizzling.
Of course, I don’t really know if it’s fizzling, seems to be a sense of it rather than “proof”.
Honestly, I feel this is what’s behind the attempted imprisonment. They wish control of the vitality in humanity. Most of humanity have been locked down, mind wiped, disconnected and put in low vibrational situations. Purposefully this was done to prevent them from defending themselves and their essence, that gift from the Most High.
Something has definitely shifted. I was wandering, getting my coffee, waiting for it to brew, and noted a perfect stillness within me. As tho some thing, or some energy, had been removed. I noted it, and gave thanks. Our team, guardians, protectors, all of those working in service on behalf of the essence of life flowing within all beings… remember them when you are feeling good. It’s symbiosis, and needs to be acknowledged. “There’s a whole lot more coming from this side of the apple”, they said. Show gratitude for the ease, and pray for assistance should it be vacant. The family of the Most High is diligently working on behalf of harmony … clearing chaos isn’t an easy task. Pray for their protection, while they do what you cannot. It’s the courteous thing to do, Should one choose to participate in this special relationship, consciously.
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