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”.
He inquired of an invisible dominator masculine, “They like Dogs? Do they make their life better?”
Unfortunately, they like to get in my mental space, so they get to hear my opinion.
I responded, “How is it you are in management of anyone if you are ignorant of the fact that having someone or something to love and care for makes life better?”
F-ing Jack wagons.
Oblivious to the intricacies of relationship which make life worth living.
Dogs are friends, guardians, children, protectors, companions who accept without judgement and are always happy to see us, willing to go and do whatever it is we ask …
That masculines ignorance is astounding. Who decided he was worthy of leadership?
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.
[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…
[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’)
Many of the tarot readers seem to be picking up on the same energies. I find it intriguing and assuring. It tells me the messages are more accurate, and perhaps showing that the collective are having much the same experiences, even tho the “characters” in our story are different.
It shows that we are actually not only more alike than we thought, but are living the same experience in many ways. It’s eerie, fascinating, and expanding in the field of conscious awareness.
I’m excited to know we are so similar … true sisters and brothers of experience … its understandable how we often feel we are “mirroring” or being seen as a mirror.
It’s strange we might just be Mr smiths ourselves, living nearly the same experiences with different “characters” playing similar roles in our life, as seen through our personal, particular and individual trauma experiences, and the emotional scars we wear.
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).
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