Questions and Realization

Published November 26, 2020 by tindertender

What exactly does it mean to exercise ones Will?

I once compared it to being stubborn. Perhaps I still do.

Stubborn Will

I read somewhere that it is possible to transform stubborn Will into skillful Will.

As often as I think of it, it has yet to materialize.

What does one do, after all, to be considered “skillful”?

Would it be better to note that to be a person of skillful will it be required to do what is right and good and healthy despite stubborn Will saying, “I’ll do what I want.”?

What have I learned today?

I learned that somehow in all this mess I have been extremely blessed. By surprise I might add. So much so I purchased matching pendant and earrings for a piedersite (sp?) stone ring I have.

Why did this good fortune befall me today? I wonder.

I purchased an aura photo. Bright yellows all around.

I bought “buy two get two free” bras and panties.

And I still wonder at it all.

I donated a monetary gift in exchange for a light reading and gained knowledge. It was a lovely exchange as always.

I ask myself if I have grown fond of being a walking portal … stubborn, stubborn.

I am told the color red is like a welcome mat for unclean spirits. I have seen evidence that may be true.

Surely I am not the only human being pushing a little here, pulling a little there. Is it beneficial? I cannot say, for although my experience has been for the last many years, the experience in itself is new to me.

Anyhow … red … I now need to paint two red walls green, or another color, in three days. Home Depot is closed so today I sit idle.

My red candle had its wick fall into the wax and it stopped burning.

Now there is an orange one, in a glass jar.

I am just now reminded of being 18 and keeping a journal. I wrote some angry and hurtful things in there “to” the person I was living with. It was found. Tears were shed. I stopped journaling.

When I write, it doesn’t “sound” the same as when I “speak”. Could it be true that simply slowing down to write shows what it would be like if one “thought” before they spoke? And now … “thinking” before one thinks.

Some go on and on about my attitude, and I reply that “attitude” is my dancing partner. Tis true. Since when? That is the question. I think, “Ya, you really going to write all that down?” Ha. 🤯

Really bad dudes. You’re doing something to call them in. I’ve discovered cannabis is a contributor to opening a portal in my mind. Not always a good thing, especially with really bad dudes in the unseen on the prowl.

Paint the walls; sprinkle prayed over and blessed salt water everywhere; stop using thc; eat more greens and less carbs and sugar; stop with the tarot cards; clean up energy fields.

Get “off the wagon” and walk.

54 years of age. I just danced and behaved in such a belligerent fashion I reminded myself of a 15 year old me, without all the stamina, haha … alone in my living room … rebelling against the invisibles …. after using the cannabis plant, one of them said, “Heroin has been decriminalized.” Well, I’ve seen people die from using that … no thank you, Pusherman.

I find it interesting that the invisibles correlate cannabis to heroin.

“I don’t want this one” and invisible said …. good …. I guess I’ve been successful in my endeavor then.

For much of my life I made myself ugly, so few felt comfortable getting too close to me. It seems I flow in and out of this behavior. Even with myself!

I make a list of “wrongs” and then am inclined to grow a list of what is “right” … or a list of gratitude.

Not all things can be balanced … or can they?

Advice to self … Don’t attempt, or try, or hope, or wish … just DO it.

Candle flame = Portal

THC = Portal

Sugar and Carbs = Feeds the Portal occupants

Find King James Version of the Bible, read Psalms and Proverbs

Prep walls for paint

Stop calling them ‘to’ me

Reformat habitual pattern

I’ve got a Love candle … a Love flame flickering in my living room … just don’t stare at the flame dear … I tell myself.

Color of Love

Published November 25, 2020 by tindertender

As we are limited in the physical contacts we are able to make, I find my relationships actually expanding, despite the attempt to enforce a solitary life.

Thank you … to the species who present themselves to me in the astral.

I love you.

The color of Love is Green … one of GAIAs main colors.

It is the tender shoots of life unfolding in the freshness of Spring.
It is the many variances of hues.
It is the gentleness of breezes in fields of tall grasses.
It is the many ways in which it presents itself.

Compassion, Care, Empathy, Acceptance, Cooperation and an effort to ensure all have enough, that none go without.

It is in “boy, girl, boy, girl” and the “androgynous” too.

It is easy for me to love you because love is not SEX …. it is Care, and a Compassionate regard for life beyond ones own.

The Pickle Jar

Published November 25, 2020 by tindertender

The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents’ bedroom.

When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar. As a small boy, I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar to admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate’s treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window.

When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck. Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me hopefully. ‘Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill, son. You’re going to do better than me. This old mill town’s not going to hold you back.’ Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly. these are for my son’s college fund. He’ll never work at the mill all his life like me.

‘We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. When we get home, we’ll start filling the jar again.’ He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other. ‘You’ll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters,’ he said. ‘But you’ll get there; I’ll see to that.

No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer when Dad got laid off from the mill, and Mama had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single dime was taken from the jar. To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup over my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than ever to make a way out for me, when you finish college, Son, he told me, his eyes glistening, You’ll never have to eat beans again – unless you want to.

‘The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had been removed.

A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words: he never lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the most flowery of words could have done.

When I married, I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much my dad had loved me.

The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad’s arms. ‘She probably needs to be changed,’ she said, carrying the baby into my parents’ bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes.

She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into the room. ‘Look,’ she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with coins.

I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar. I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak. This truly touched my heart. Sometimes we are so busy adding up our troubles that we forget to count our blessings. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person’s life, for better or for worse.

~ Author Unknown

The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or touched – they must be felt with the heart ~ Helen Keller

Danu Great Mother

Published November 25, 2020 by tindertender

The river is flowing
Flowing and growing
The river is flowing
Down to the sea
Mother earth carry me
Your child I have always been
Mother earth carry me
Down to the sea.

~ Author unknown

Great Mother,
take me in the healing arms of yours
wash away the tears of my soul
and guide me back home

Great Mother,
embrace me with the light of your sun
shining her golden light upon
the path I am on

I feel you are there
Your being fills the air
In my prayer

I’ll be forever a child that you teach
about ebb and flow, about what is to show beneath
Your roots, your wisdom they reach
beyond what words could teach
Unearth your voice, your song
Embrace me with your love

Great Mother,
take me in the healing arms of yours
Show me where I belong
Show me where my heart feels home

Where Mother is hearing my song,
Where Mother is hearing my song
I feel safe, I feel loved
I feel held in her arms so soft

I’ll be forever a child that you teach
about ebb and flow, about what is to show beneath
Your roots, your wisdom they reach
beyond what words could teach
Unearth your voice, your song
Embrace me with your love

Frequency ~ A Global Effort

Published November 24, 2020 by tindertender

Protecting your energy is important! What frequency are resonating at? From the 30th onward it’s imperative that we keep the vibration high. We want the best outcome for ALL worldwide! This is a global effort. Get out the matrix so we can fully dissolve it!

Bringing Some “Light” To a Truth

Published November 24, 2020 by tindertender

SOURCE is ALL-THAT-IS
Ominpresent
Omnipotent
Omniconsciousness

Source is within you and you are within Source

In the Oneness we are many “to experience EVERYTHING” to answer the Question “Who am I”

And now we come to “truth” :

There are many, but their multiplicity is temporary. Inevitably they all come back to oneness. The process, many to become, brings about many experiences. If something has been experienced and felt, then is it is “true” from this point of view.

But in the end this view is given up for another. Then new experiences come and other things come true. That way there are many Truths about multiplicity. But these truths always become inconsistencies, Contain contradictions and an imbalance.

This shows up as discomfort in your Life. Fear, pain and illness are the result. And so it happens that on one certain point of all travel must be started to learn all the truths about Separation and multiplicity in favor of truths about oneness and to give up the “truths of separation and diversity” if true healing shall be achieved. And then it becomes unlikely complex multitudes of truths begin to condense and flow together. The temporary illusions of separation will begin to dissolve, Until finally the illusion is released. Until it is understood again that oneness is the truth.

All was known long before election and all what “happened” is known the longest time – “disclosure” also happened a long time ago – so for whom is this WHOLE SHOW??? And “awakening” is something very different – Source for sure didn`t say “Make America great again” or that interdimensional spiritual beings are in need for Asthars Earth Evacuation project.

But of course, every human decides for him/herself to take part in the show. No judgment – just curiosity…..

Question: what is Asthars Earth Evacuation project ?

Very good question – try to find the answer. If not, I`ll answer it. Ashtar belongs to the Galactic Federation of light – Alliance to the Luciferian/Annunaki/Sirius.

Programming the Illusion – predicting the “future” – it`s all a game…..

https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/2149067/the-simpsons-predict-future-coronavirus-donald-trump/

Source: @Karina89350882

Ending …. Beginning … Life

Published November 24, 2020 by tindertender

I unrolled 2 scrolls, 1 next to the other. I unrolled them slowly, comparing the content of the two, looking for the slightest difference. They appeared to be the same …

The left side has red fancy script, the left blue, and the blue side was die-cut out, open letters. They were not simply side by side, there was a curved line between them, somewhat like a yin yang line.

It appeared there was more blue that red, but as I mentioned, the letters were hollowed out, so not really taking as much space, in my conscious perception. Could I have have achieved balance?

I looked up and I saw above each dwelling, a sign, about 12 x 18. It is as tho the occupants therein had been categorized.

It appears the day of separation, or the day of coming together, however one wishes to think of it, is near.

I’ve neen remined …

This is all a game.

WE choose whether we wish to stay in the game or not.

I ask kindly to these players, leave me be … I’m finished being your pawn. You’ll have to find another way to keep the game going …

What Doest Thou Know Of Love?

Published November 23, 2020 by tindertender

Green is the color of the heart chakra, symbolizing love to others, forgiveness, compassion, understanding, transformation, warmth, sharing, sincerity and devotion. As with all colors, green brings forth some negative connotations.

Red is the color of extremes. It’s the color of passionate love, seduction, violence, danger, anger, and adventure. Our prehistoric ancestors saw red as the color of fire and bloodenergy and primal life forces – and most of red’s symbolism today arises from its powerful associations in the past.

Everyone is so focused on passion, sexuality, and physical togetherness they’ve completely left out of the equation the most important color aspect for love … that which holds it all together even when sex is absent.

Green is the color of life, renewal, nature, and energy, it is associated with meanings of growth, harmony, freshness, safety, fertility, and environment.

The Green Love always precedes the Red love, it is the first love.

Many have forgotten the first love and have favored skipping steps, taking shortcuts, and they wonder why love more often than not fails in relationships.

Walking hand in hand along a brushy trail, speaking softly to each other about that which makes the heart warm. Picnicking while surrounded by long beautiful grasses.

Searching for berries and mushrooms, getting lost and finding your way to the river through the trees, together.

Sun warm upon your faces … a flush begins to build … in the heart, on the cheeks, on the lips.

Do not forsake the first love …

This is where the base is laid …

The foundation.

Green is the precursor, if love cannot be found in this green stage, when knowing each other is new an fresh, then the red stage ought not even be considered.

Resources:

https://www.colormatters.com/the-meanings-of-colors/red#:~:text=Red%20is%20the%20color%20of,powerful%20associations%20in%20the%20past.

The Whole Song

Published November 23, 2020 by tindertender

In the astral, there are certain aspects of masculinity who’ve been taking privilege’s without permission for some time, doing their ‘whateveres’ … I’ve recently discovered that RED is the color of sexual energy … my quilt is a nice bright red. Who knew I had been sleeping under a “welcome mat“.

“Throughout history, Red has been the color of passion, romance, and sexual energy.”

I pulled that sucker off and charged water with salt, held it up and asked Prime Source Creator to also charge it and assist with its protection qualities and proceeded to sprinkled it around my bed, on my bed on the curtains and everywhere I spend the most time, including all 4 corners of each room and their curtains as well … my sofa and my lounge got a healthy dose … and the living room carpet too …. All the while proclaiming that I AM taking back my Power, that any interference at all was no longer wanted or permitted.”

Green is the color of the heart chakra, symbolizing love to others, forgiveness, compassion, understanding, transformation, warmth, sharing, sincerity and devotion.”

Thanks be to my current mentor, Ty, @tymajestic, I’m learning about colors, numbers, and psalms and proverbs, even which bible is best for I came to a passage in proverbs that really turned me off where a woman was spoken of as ‘property’… and stopped reading. He suggested the king James Version. I will buy it and try again ….

Ty has called the Psalms and Proverbs “The Plan”

In my current situation, which has gone on quite long enough, I am going to switch up the color of my wardrobe, removing colors such as brown, gray, and red, which are the colors lower vibrational entities feel most comfortable with and welcomed by according to my mentor. I will replace these colors with Blues, Greens, brighter Lilac type colors .. anything bright and light.

There are two red walls in my kitchen I need to paint, as well as all four walls of my bedroom which are brown. My intention is to brighten up these areas, to remove the ‘welcome mat’. This could be the perfect winter activity. It’ll be a chore at the very least.

It has been 2 nights since I removed the quilt and applied the salt waters to my most frequented areas of my home. I have not been accosted in any way during the astral, or what many call, dream time. I even slept on my couch for a bit without any negative experience.

Ty has helped me recently by providing Light Readings and advice on colors and my birthdate. Should you be interested, check out his website: http://www.lightwerkerz.com/index.html

His energy is quite bright and cannot be mistaken when he comes in for a ‘looksee’ or a “light hug”. I find his information to be quite eye-opening and am happy to add his knowledge, his teachings, to my meager notebook of my own knowing.

While resting on my couch, eyes closed, a line of type looking much like this one formed before my ‘eyes’. It said, “Thank you for teaching us …”

Let us remember, those we see are not the only ones who hear. Those who see very seldom are able to truly ‘hear’. Let us not discredit either side of life being birthed into a higher arena in these moments … seen and unseen … we are here to help ALL of each other rise into the next dimension … higher and higher my friends.

May it be done graciously.

I dreamed a new song is being sung for the earth. “Someone(s)’ were hacking it into a shorter version. Let us hope the hackers do not succeed, I want to live where the WHOLE song is sung!!!!!

I feel a brightness coming over me, my mind is lifting out of the fog I’ve been immersed in, I feel a separation happening for me, the line is thickening between the new and the old. The old patterns of the living and the new being birthed.

May we begin to hear the whole song, and desire it with our whole heart. It will be bright and glorious, let us keep this vision and song in our heart and mind.

Shed the old.

Do not focus on the autrocities of this world.

Leave them be … to fizzle out in their death throes.

Even when they quake and literally move the earth, be calm and listen to the new song … the new song of rebirth.

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