When you see a homeless person, who is scraping to get by, still able to smile … or a prostitute, or a mentally, or otherwise, incarcerated person … be wary of how you treat them. Many of them are God’s chosen people.
They insert themselves into the lowliest places, the roughest and toughest and dimmest places, to bring the light, to gather authentic information, to write their testimony. How do you suppose they will describe the world? You and me?
When the polar shift happens and suddenly they receive their divine inheritance, what testimony will they give the Most High? About you? About me?
If you’ve ever had hardship, you added the experience, all of the experiences, and who did and said what, who stood for you and who couldn’t care less, to your personal testimony. This really needs to be considered when we think of others if we are to be so bold as to be in this world as some sort of authority.
The testimonies of the so-called undesirables will be very intense, unbelievable stories of how they experienced people in this world.
They will not sugar coat their testimony. They’ll describe the truth of the experience, the truth of the state of the collective, as a whole.
Will the Most High be lenient when he receives these testimonies? When he reads the Akashic of his hidden warriors?
When the “Men” or “Beings” claiming to be Male Gods have turned their backs on the Goddesses, they have turned their backs upon the very same force of Life that created them.
They have turned their backs on the strength that brought them into the World. They have turned from their own Truths for the Lies that Men don’t need Women or they must devalue a Woman.
Men who turn against the Goddess in Nature, turn against themselves for Hate. They turn towards the weakness of their own Egos which end up destroying them from the inside out leaving nothing more than empty shells of Numbness that have to be filled in other ways like Wars.
Men who turn against the Goddesses turn against their own Beginnings and will find their own Endings within their own hands because they valued destruction over Unity.
Men who turn against the Goddesses forget that it is through the Goddesses where bloodlines are born, solidified & strengthened.
To ostracize a Woman for BEING a Woman, to isolate her because he wishes to break her Spirit rather than allow her to flourish, to attempt to destroy a Woman’s heart and replace it with an ice cold stone CLEARLY ILLUSTRATES a Man unworthy of Her.
Men who set the “Stage” to play out their fantasy against a Woman for revenge & indecency will always find the Curtain closing on them because their Acts will always backfire.
A Woman was never meant to be the enemy of Man. These are lies and perpetual cycles and loops left for our current generations to break.
Ever since Man and Woman began to turn from Equals, to Unbalanced, societies have become more impacted, more unhealthy. Families have hurt.
The imbalances have done extreme mental health damages to the Youth. Our future generations cannot prosper if they repeat the patterns that past generations failed with.
Cut off that supply of lush for desperate entities.
Stay grounded, calm focused. Especially now with influx of pure light, they are running wild trying to pick fights to feed on energy like anger, fear etc… nope!
We’d rather feed light n love to Angels 🥰🕊️✨
Beautiful family of light. Look after your aura.
Cleanse it, heal it, protect it… Restore full spectrum divine light in your Body Mind Soul.
Cut all energy cords and vampires feeding on your energy and life force.
We do not give permission to anyone to harvest our energy!
The Buddhists teach the futility of attachments of any kind and see them as being at the root of all suffering. They say that as long as we remain attached we will live despairingly. They speak of the three types of attachment states – Attached, Unattached, Nonattached. They tell a beautiful tale which illustrates their meaning.
Imagine yourself in a very isolated situation where the only fresh water available must be carried from a great distance. Water is therefore treated as a precious commodity. It is placed in a large pot, used sparingly, and kept shaded under trees, guarded and carefully covered.
After having worked hard all day in the blazing sun – we look forward to that refreshing stop at the water pot. We lift the lid carefully, take the scooper in hand and dip into the precious liquid. As we are about to drink we notice an ant has somehow settled in our pot and onto our scooper. We are furious! How dare the ant be on our island, under our trees, in our water pot, on our scooper. We immediately crush it under our thumb. Attached.
Or we might stop a moment to consider that it is a hot day even for ants. The ant has done what is instinctively right for it – it took refuge in the only cool, damp and comfortable place it could find. We see that the ant is not really harming our water, our trees, our scooper or our pot. After deep, moral consideration, we drink around it, replace the scooper in the cool pot and cover it carefully. Unattached.
Or, when we see the ant in our pot we stop neither to consider what is the ant’s or what is ours, nor what is moral or immoral. We respond above morality. We naturally feed it a lump of sugar! Nonattached.
The secret chamber of the heart (San-skrit Ananda-Kanda, “the root of joy”) is one of the spiritual centers, or chakras, within your body for the release of God’s light.
The threefold flame anchored within this chamber is your divine spark-literally a spark of sacred fire from the heart of God.
It is your point of contact with the Supreme Source of all life.
You can send divine love from your heart to all those in need by giving this simple prayer daily.
O Love of God, immortal Love, Enfold all in thy ray. Send compassion from above To raise them all today! In the fuliness of thy power, Shed thy glorious beams Upon the earth and all thereon Where life in shadow seems! Let the Light of God blaze forth To cut men free from pain. Raise them up and clothe them, God, With thy mighty I AM name!
LEMON BLUEBERRY 2 1/2 cups old fashioned oats, gluten free certified if necessary 3/4 cups flour, gluten free or all purpose 1/4 cup coconut sugar 1 teaspoon baking powder 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1/8 teaspoon salt 1/2 cup + 1 tablespoon non-dairy milk (I like almond) 1/4 cup maple syrup 1 flax egg (1 Tbsp ground flax mixed with 2 1/2 Tbsp water, let sit for a few minutes) 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1 1/2 teaspoons lemon zest 2 teaspoons lemon juice 1/2 cup dried blueberries (you could also use fresh)
CARROT CAKE 2 1/2 cups old fashioned oats, gluten free certified if necessary 3/4 cups flour, gluten free or all purpose 1/4 cup coconut sugar 1 teaspoon baking powder 1 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg 1/4 teaspoon ground cloves 1/4 teaspoon ground ginger 1/8 teaspoon salt 1/2 cup + 1 tablespoon non-dairy milk (I like almond) 1/4 cup maple syrup 1 flax egg (1 Tbsp ground flax mixed with 2 1/2 Tbsp water, let sit for a few minutes) 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1 cup grated carrot
CHERRY CHOCOLATE 2 1/2 cups old fashioned oats, gluten free certified if necessary 3/4 cups flour, gluten free or all purpose 1/4 cup coconut sugar 1 teaspoon baking powder 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1/8 teaspoon salt 1/2 cup + 1 tablespoon non-dairy milk (I like almond) 1/4 cup maple syrup 1 flax egg (1 Tbsp ground flax mixed with 2 1/2 Tbsp water, let sit for a few minutes) 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1/3 cup chocolate chips (I used mini non-dairy ones) 1/2 cup dried cherries (You can also use fresh)
CHOCOLATE PEANUT BUTTER 2 1/2 cups old fashioned oats, gluten free certified if necessary 3/4 cups flour, gluten free or all purpose 1/4 cup + 1 tablespoon coconut sugar 1 teaspoon baking powder 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1/8 teaspoon salt 1/2 cup + 1 tablespoon non-dairy milk (I like almond) 1/4 cup +1 tablespoon maple syrup 1 flax egg (1 Tbsp ground flax mixed with 2 1/2 Tbsp water, let sit for a few minutes) 2 teaspoons vanilla extract 1/2 cup creamy peanut butter 1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
BANANA BREAD 2 1/2 cups old fashioned oats, gluten free certified if necessary 3/4 cups flour, gluten free or all purpose 1/4 cup coconut sugar 1 teaspoon baking powder 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1/8 teaspoon salt 1/2 cup + 1 tablespoon non-dairy milk (I like almond) 1/4 cup maple syrup 1 flax egg (1 Tbsp ground flax mixed with 2 1/2 Tbsp water, let sit for a few minutes) 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1 large ripe banana, mashed 1/2 cup chopped walnuts
TROPICAL 2 1/2 cups old fashioned oats, gluten free certified if necessary 3/4 cups flour, gluten free or all purpose 1/4 cup coconut sugar 1 teaspoon baking powder 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1/8 teaspoon salt 1/2 cup + 1 tablespoon non-dairy milk (I like almond) 1/4 cup maple syrup 1 flax egg (1 Tbsp ground flax mixed with 2 1/2 Tbsp water, let sit for a few minutes) 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1/2 cup diced dried pineapple 1/2 cup diced dried mango 1/2 cup dice dried apricot 1/2 cup chopped cashews
Directions: Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees F and line a large baking sheet with parchment paper. Add all dry ingredients to a large bowl and stir. Next, add all remaining ingredients and mix again until everything is combined.
Use a 1/4 cup scoop to scoop the batter onto the parchment paper. Pat the tops down a little and bake cookies for 15-17 minutes, until firm and cooked through. Let cool on a wire rack before eating.
I am grateful, and give thanks for the many lessons and teachings along the way in this life. During the past near six decades, I’ve gained experience in many areas, today I’d like to discuss dressing for success.
As a young girl and lady, I lived in the wilderness. The only real appropriate clothes for a tree climbing Tom boy were Levi’s and t-shirts. Tromping around in the wilderness all day wasn’t really a place to be thinking about fashion and “style”.
At school we were treated as we were … poor. We couldn’t afford the clothing or fun games and toys and things the popular kids and their friends had.
As a young woman, I worked in the ship yard. The attire there was steel toed boots, hard hats, Levi’s, and t-shirts. After a couple years I was laid off and got an indoor job.
I began sewing my own clothes. I chose skirts and blouses, back then pantyhose was a thing. I got the looks, oh yes … lust from the masculine and ire from the feminine. It was intense! The perceptions and personas that hit the energy body are sometimes so powerful it’s cringe worthy.
As I aged I gained weight. I began wearing comfortable clothes, clothes that went well with a heavier frame, dress for work casual for home. I felt heavy, sluggish, and thankfully all the lust and ire stopped.
I lost the weight. I still wore the larger clothes, at least until they fell off and I had no choice but to buy smaller. I was invisible, hidden in the folds of extra fabric.
I decided to purchase “going to church” clothes which double as work clothes. I began to get the side-eye from the masculine again … and the ire, the stealy knife glare coming off the feminine. It’s wild.
In the past (middle past) I tried to hide in the shadows. Saying no to a date request and managing the backlash of hurt from that became too much … this isn’t ego, it’s a real thing. Feelings are fragile. When you’re attractive, people want to date you, even if you don’t want to, not looking for it, and have to tell them so. They take it personal, and if too many get rejected then sometimes the energy of multiple rejections can get really heavy and dangerous feeling.
That being said, I like to look pretty. I feel a certain way about self when I look in the mirror and see myself looking good. When I get compliments, it makes me feel good that I took the time, made the effort. Admiration is nice, energetic or physical pawing, not so nice. Can it be any other way?
I once dated a biker who was also a baker for Fred Meyer. He wore all white by night, and black leather by day. With him it was a Gemini life, swapping personas frequently, and it is true, the attire makes the attitude.
If I don’t wish attention, I wear overalls, Levi’s, stained jeans and t-shirts. If I wish to look nice for church, and taking myself out to breakfast later, I will … if I want to show my tattoos, if I choose to cover them … the whole of every occasion, I experience life and it’s various perceptions of Self, surrounding me, poking me with its attention, drilling me with its emotion … sometimes subtle, sometimes intense, sometimes seducing, sometimes causing a quick removal of self … stranger danger!
I love people, and the way folks dress affect their perceptions and responses and characteristics.
Hair styles are really wonderful ways to gain varying responses from life which surrounds us too.
Every so often I’ll nearly shave my head. People are strange, in that the majority automatically treat me like a gay woman, a punk, or whatever … they shun me, speak softly behind hands while side-eyeing me.
I’ll let it grow and curl it, make it sensual, flowing, and the energy I receive is much different.
I encourage people to try on different attire, different hair styles, go to different arenas, partake in a variety of activity.
Learn as much as you can about as much as you can.
Not just by wearing the persona and partaking in the activities, but by becoming something for a time and watching the worlds response. Not because you don’t like self and want to become someone else, but because by doing so you gain valuable information about the sociodynamics of a society and the workings of the collective mind.
When we dress for success … overalls on the farm, long wool skirts and blouses at work, gym clothes at the gym, evening gowns at the opera … enjoy being in these spaces, not pretending to “fit in” but to gain experience and wisdom by simply being present with the collective in these spaces.
The information in the collective field will attach itself to you and whatever persona, experience, you’re wishing to create for self. The experience already exists, you’re just tapping in. It’s why switching up attitudes while in different attire is so easy, we become the field of collective awareness, we tap in to the experience.
Could potentially be the truest meaning of living vicariously … through the awareness of the collective field.
When I wake up in the morning I decide, what energy do I want to wear today? What responses or reactions do I wish to receive from the people in my surroundings? How can I best achieve this by my choice in presentation?
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