Go-oh-oh-oh-olden years …
Run for the shadows ….
Spirit is awesome.
They say, Silence is Golden.
Yes, it is, and after 20 years of the interferers choosing my listening menu, I say RA!!!
And play heavy metal guitar.
The inner child pouts.
And now … Golden Years … Run for the shadows … stuff is happening.
All will be Golden.
Thanks be to the Most High Master and our Divine Family, a Collective of Skillful, Willful, Caring Creators.
What a lovely Life Force you’re wearing there, my dear! Pretty and potent this Essence Divine!
Let me be your invisible lover. Let me into your dreams.
Let me possess a human body and physically “tap” you.
It’s okay. Believe what you see … it’s safe … your sweet little mind, your sugar coated Soul, is safe with me.
I’ll give you a gift, all you need do is be still while I extract ‘payment’.
Sssssshhhhh ……
🤦♀️🤯🤬☠️👽
The “spirit” of narcissism is attached to many poor souls. They actually aren’t really even alive … they are puppets, and all have the same traits.
The lesser or greater degree is the solidification of parasitical attachment into the psyche.
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Timeline Distribution ~ 1/7/2024
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.
In a good way, let it be.
Aho.
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.
Do you have:
Your candles ready?
The Coleman stove.
Canisters of propane.
Lamps and lamp oil.
A heat source?
Wind up flashlight /radio.
Food supplies.
Fill your water jugs.
Get the animal feed.
Please add to the list. I have no idea what I’m preparing for.
Load the weapons?
Pray, meditate, fast?
I suppose my best prep is simply to be at peace inside, open to accept whatever this astronomical shift will be.
Thank you Spirit, thank you to my King, for walking this path with me, gratitude to the Most High for another day of breathing. Aho.
Yes. It is.
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
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bob Crewe / Bob Gaudio
Silence Is Golden (Rerecorded) lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
When the energy rises in body, when the arms and armpits are tingling, put all 5 fingertips together and sit with it while it is transmuted. It’s an amazing and effective harmonizer. Take your shoes off, and keep the tip of the tongue on the roof of the mouth.
You’re either integrating higher frequencies, receiving an unwanted load, or someone is trying to pull forth and harvest your energy so they can use it for nefarious deeds.
Protect your essence and energetic signature.
https://www.easyayurveda.com/2019/12/12/hakini-mudra/
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