I was once warned by a friendly witch to be careful about who I invited into my home. She warned that some may try to plant something in the house, with their energy.
I thought just now of my historical shopping adventures at garage sales and estate sales.
While the energy of my home stays pretty balanced and stable, I have bought a necklace from an estate sale that I couldn’t even wear. The energy was so dark, previous owner was pissed I had it.
If you are like I was the majority of my life and thrift shopping second hand items, be certain to wash it properly. Not just washing it, but cleansing and purifying the energy of it.
And in some cases, just leave it be, or you’ll be harassed by a mad spirit.
While some people may purposefully “plant” an item to gain energetic access to a space (astral travel during meditation), some folks used items are imbued with their energy. Not all persons have good clean energy.
Be cautious. It affects the environment. It affects your energetic fields. It may even affect your mental clarity and peace.
“If you want to change the world . . . love a woman — really love her. Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn’t make sense. Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen. Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing — every winged one, every furry and scaled one, every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one, every not yet born and dying one . . . Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life. If you haven’t heard your own name yet, you haven’t listened long enough. If your eyes aren’t filled with tears, if you aren’t bowing at her feet, you haven’t ever grieved having almost lost her.
If you want to change the world . . . love a woman — one woman beyond yourself, beyond desire and reason, beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety and all your superficial concepts of freedom. We have given ourselves so many choices we have forgotten that true liberation comes from standing in the middle of the soul’s fire and burning through our resistance to Love. There is only one Goddess. Look into Her eyes and see — really see if she is the one to bring the axe to your head. If not, walk away. Right now. Don’t waste time “trying.” Know that your decision has nothing to do with her because ultimately it’s not with who, but when we choose to surrender.
If you want to change the world . . . love a woman. Love her for life — beyond your fear of death, beyond your fear of being manipulated by the Mother inside your head. Don’t tell her you’re willing to die for her. Say you’re willing to LIVE with her, plant trees with her and watch them grow. Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty, by helping her to remember every day that she IS Goddess through your adoration and devotion.
If you want to change the world . . . love a woman in all her faces, through all her seasons and she will heal you of your schizophrenia — your double-mindedness and half-heartedness which keeps your Spirit and body separate — which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self for something to make your life worth living. There will always be another woman. Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull one and you’ll grow restless again, trading in women like cars, trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire. Man doesn’t need any more choices. What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine, of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing, of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots strong enough to hold the Earth together while she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.
If you want to change the world . . . love a woman, just one woman. Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel. Love her through her fear of abandonment which she has been holding for all of humanity. No, the wound is not hers to heal alone. No, she is not weak in her codependence.
If you want to change the world . . . love a woman all the way through until she believes you, until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion, her wildness have returned to her — until she is a force of love more powerful than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.
If you want to change the world, lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs. Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger and love a woman . . . beyond all of your striving for greatness, beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment. The holy grail stands before you if you would only take her in your arms and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.
What if peace is a dream which can only be re-membered through the heart of Woman? What if a man’s love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine is the key to opening Her heart?
If you want to change the world . . . love a woman to the depths of your shadow, to the highest reaches of your Being, back to the Garden where you first met her, to the gateway of the rainbow realm where you walk through together as Light as One, to the point of no return, to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.”
I discovered a wildlife refuge today. There are several 400+ year old Oak trees. An amazing site! Afterward, I found a Latin band playing in the quaint little town up the way from me. I danced, rather than record, so no footage of the fun. 😉
Upon arriving home, I looked on my YouTube page to find a spectacular artist and performance, by Ash. I hope you enjoy it as much as I. A perfect end to a perfect day.
Thank you, Heavenly Father.
Thank you, my King.
I certainly love you,my Divine and Sacred family, brothers and sisters, many races and species.
Hemp has a natural resonant FREQUENCY that promotes homeostasis in any environment it finds itself. The plant has been hidden from humanity and lied about (sound familiar) for over 100 years now.
Last night I received the fear type energy in solar plexus again. Someone in my energy field, not really operating out of a loving state. It dissipated once I placed my conscious awareness on it. Later, as I woke, “you and I collide” ran through my mind.
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