As a human, our bodies are large antennae, amplifying the energies we ‘allow’ to flow through our mind, our heart. We are instruments of either the light or the dark, doing good things, or otherwise.
When we are in the midst of addictive behaviors, we open ourself, and become vulnerable to those who wish to ‘command’ our thoughts and actions.
Often, when we experience someone berating us, abusing us, doing things that destroy our inner value system, these are not person to person attacks … although they appear to be. It is the result of one party being controlled, and the negative is permitted, many times simply because a person is unwitting of the interference, and actually embrace the evil deeds, claiming the actions and thoughts as their own, thinking the harm they do is due to their power alone, not understanding they are permitting themselves to be used as puppet to perform deeds that they alone will pay and suffer for, when they are discovered.
What appears to be strong is actually weak. What appears to be weak, is actually strong, which is why those evil ones in the invisible world wish to have them squashed, their spirits shattered. They use the easily controlled to perform vile acts to gain its own desired end.
While the ones damaging believe themselves to be strong, and are often protected by the laws meant to stop them, the world believes they are strong. But appearances, what seems to be real, is not.
It’s a power play. Are you allowing your self to be played by them? Do you care? Is the rush of permitting your self to be vile an even exchange for your integrity, morality … for your very soul?
Have you forgotten love? Have you quick fighting for its prevalence?
What seems to be your own decisions may not be … it is crucial to understand whether the actual act, matches your heart.
Don’t be a pawn. Step into your power and know there is something far more powerful that the evil you are being pushed to perform.
Fight dammit! Fight like your soul depends on it, because it does.
You are a weapon, don’t allow yourself to be manipulated for hurtful deeds of any kind. It truly does depend on your inner fortitude… yours, and yours alone … in combination with the others who stand firm.
The late James Scott, who died around 1944 at about 110 years of age, walked in the forced Removal from the Alabama/Georgia region to Oklahoma when he was 7 or 8 years old. His parents died during the Removal. He was from Okemah, Oklahoma.
The following is his recollection of the Removal:
“One morning, when it was already getting cold, a runner came to our village out of breath, saying haltingly, “Talking papers. They are sending people with talking papers-people are already disappearing-what’s left behind is being stolen. They are sending us to a burial ground. They keep talking about judgment day. We need to either hide or mix with other tribes up north. These demons are shooting Indians if we resist. I have to warn the next village.” He left and, even though I was just a boy, I knew that something very bad was about to happen-A dark cloud hovered over us. I don’t know how many days went by. We started gathering provisions, we talked about other tribal towns, The earth trembled, and even the trees seemed to be shaking. The hovering dark cloud brought the evil men sooner than we expected. The soldiers started shooting. The whites rounded us up like cattle and put shackles on the strong men.
There was a silent cry-no words-so devastating-silent prayers-then low humming of the chant of communal encouragement. Gun butts were hitting mouths. That morning cold winds blew-like judgment day.
We did not know where we were heading. There were talking papers-more talking papers-The whites would keep on bringing talking papers, and tragedy always followed. Along the trail, they split us up. I lost my mother and father and ended up with an uncle. Little babies sometimes would have their head smashed against a tree. Strong shackled men were used for pulling wagons and chopping wood. Those who got sick were left or dumped by the soldiers. There was hardly any food-People were hungry, cold, and frost bitten. The whites roasted meat and the aroma made you want to die. Each time someone fell, they sacrificed, saying, “Take my blanket-I am going home.” The chilling wind never left us-we have seen blizzards-now we were in one. Even Strong Buffalo would not have survived such a winter. Somehow, the Creator was with us. Most of the time, children walked; However, sometimes they would be allowed to ride in a wagon with older folks. About the time we reached Indian territory. There were very few of us-mostly older children and shackled men. After our walk, there were no babies left; they killed the babies. Hardly any women made it. I only had one uncle left. We began with about 500 in our group and we wound up with 50 and we wound up near Okemah, Asilanabi, Greenleaf, The places where we finished growing up. These places were near some Christian Indians who had already got there before us. The last day – I was always looking for it, but it did not come. It took 20 years for the nightmares to lessen.”
This is Jim Thorpe. Look closely at the photo, you can see that he’s wearing different socks and shoes. This wasn’t a fashion statement. It was the 1912 Olympics, and Jim, an American Indian from Oklahoma represented the U.S. in track and field. On the morning of his competitions, his shoes were stolen.
Luckily, Jim ended up finding two shoes in a garbage can. That’s the pair that he’s wearing in the photo. But one of the shoes was too big, so he had to wear an extra sock. Wearing these shoes, Jim won two gold medals that day.
This is a perfect reminder that you don’t have to resign to the excuses that have held you back. So what if life hasn’t been fair? What are you going to do about it today?
Whatever you woke up with this morning; stolen shoes, ill health, failed relationships, failed business, don’t let it stop you from running your race. You can experience more in life if you’ll get over the excuses and get on with living. You can have reasons or you can have results…but you can’t have both.
Human man has never been to the moon, regardless of the countless testimonies from astronauts and Secret Space Command agents who claim otherwise.
The ones who may have actually visited (which you would never actually hear about) were Sumerian/Human hybrids who merely pose as astronauts.
Luna is a hyper-hostile environment for humans, as it is beyond the actual fading edge of their playing field which has now become their captivity and enslavement plane, meaning it is outside of the life-zone of Urth. So humans are unable to physically go there, no matter how badly they want to.
The Lunar Urth Command Module was physically once part of the planet Sin, also known as Marduk/Maldek (same word, just different linguistic iterations) that was destroyed in an interplanetary war many eons ago.
You are familiar with that conflict as being between god and his son, the Morning Star, known as Lucifer. It was this act that “cast down Lucifer” to Urth, because he no longer had his own planet to sleep on.
Once it was destroyed, there was a large section remaining that had blown into the asteroid belt, and Marduk was reported to have retrieved it and retrofit that body with the necessary equipment to turn it into a biosphere time craft.
This was mentioned in the Sumerian clay texts in tablet 5 of the Enuma Elish along with other accounts throughout the cuneiform tablets. Though no history was offered in this one account about this little conversion, he was clearly credited for “hanging the moon”.
Even if you could exist on the moon, you would be vaporized upon arrival without advanced clearance for you as already part of the Luciferian Resistance (Sumerian).
The beings who live there are in charge of operating the chattel farm for the Angelic humans below. There are 7 different species that inhabit Luna, some who already don’t get along. In fact, some actually feed on each other which is not so great for business.
This is why certain species are totally separated from the others. So even for Lunaries the moon is not a very welcoming installation. It is used as the intermediary outpost for Urth and interstellar trade (human trafficking as well as Urth minerals and products).
Their most valuable commodities are human meat and tin, not gold, believe it or not. It sounds like I just made that up, but I didn’t.
This piece of what was once Marduk’s previous home has now been retrofitted as a command module “headquarters” of sorts for the management of Urth’s tides and seasons.
Which codes our planet’s circadian rhythm to the new type of human body that was created here on this planet by Marduk’s father Enki and brother Thoth/Hermes.
The Atom and Eve type of Avatar we now all share due to this successful bioformation is a blend between not only different species from this plane, but from the plane of Nibiru (and others) as well.
It appears as though darkness is prevailing, over powering everything that is good … that which brings health, and abundant joy for all.
It visits us in our sleep, where we are most vulnerable, and it exercises its power over our psyche. This is the time when it can fully reach the depths of our consciousness. It will gift us with night sweats, cold terrors, disruptions and warping to our thought creations of the day.
The threat of doom, some uncontrolled force that demolishes happiness and safety, is ever present … in minds, hearts, and the actions we see taking place in this world.
Our nervous system may actually be affected by these transmitted thought forms into the depths of our consciousness. The body might quake, uncontrolled shivers of the body, numbness, or tingling may occur. A fear that something horrible is happening with the functioning of the body, the heart, yet after many tests nothing may be found out of order.
Psychic attacks are very real. There are those who do so unintentionally, they may not even be aware this activity is part of their daily energy uses. There are some who purposefully use spell casting, or internal, mental thought form creation and sending. Some may actually be able to astral travel right to your bed, physically able to touch you, and definitely able to distort your energy, affecting your emotional well being.
I’ve always been of the mind to remain open, to allow people, Spirit, to present itself fully, without hinderance. I desire to know them, just as much as I desire to know my own energy fluctuations, and sharing. Being open allows a deeper understanding, and also risks entrapment. It’s a slippery slope. Be aware.
I admit, it is frightening, and anyone who says the power of unseen forces is not frightening is fooling themselves, as they think they actually have some sort of control. The Control they experience, I believe, is simply ‘granted’ to them, as they assist in the manipulations of the aethers …. affecting change that would not otherwise occur. This disruption serves the greater plan, of which they may not even be aware.
As polarity closes, as time comes closer to collapse and restart, reboot if you will, everything is gaining in intensity. The ‘game’ is becoming much more serious, as the end is near, meaning the new beginning is also near.
There are two scenarios to this story. In one, everything and everyone comes under control of the one who already has so much power, manipulations of individual life roles, how this affects familial units, acquaintances, the functionings of cities, states, and even countries. The intertwining is severe. In the other, everything and everyone is set free of this control, where they can finally stop BEing used for adverse affects and circumstances.
This cooperation goes much deeper than fear, for if anyone cares to ‘buck the system’ not only would they suffer tremendously, those they love, things they love could be destroyed or harmed greatly, and so they live walking on egg shells, hoping their ‘work’ is sufficient to keep them from being completely obliterated from existence … or from becoming a permanent fixture in the pain creation department.
Perhaps they do not see a way out, perhaps there is none. Perhaps all we have to comfort us is the power of our imagination, the only thing that can ease the current cycle symptoms. Perhaps even this can be stripped from the mind, so all that remains is the hard truth of manipulated and created pain and fear. No one wants this, everyone will do what is required to prevent it … sometimes, even if it means diverting the flow to an innocent, an unsuspecting distraction.
One thing is certain, ALL beings, on ALL levels, know the time is coming in which we will know without doubt what our reality will be, even if it is subconscious.
The big shots, the ones who have been pulling the strings behind scenes are coming out of the wood work. They are shifting gears and readying for the intensity about to occur, and everyone will know soon enough just who it is that has been steering their lives, who has been in control of the permissions, and the denials. Everyone will know who expects them to bow …. and they will suffer should they not.
What is the solution to such a dire and impending future?
We see that the human trafficking and pedophiles are being called out and hindered. My thoughts on this is that this exposure is being allowed by the string puller, just so when the time comes, all will know what fate awaits them should they not comply … and often, should they, for all people are simply energy sources, used to create more power.
Like cattle, our feelings are of little consequence. It’s a necessity to keep things as they have been, and to create a potential that is completely binding.
If you pray, if you believe in Divinity, big time prayer won’t hurt a bit. For some of us, that may not be sufficient.
I believe in sensitive and kind men. I believe in the mystical men who believe in themselves. I believe in men who seek temperance and peace inside them. I believe in men poets, dreamers, magicians, writers, alchemists, artists, teachers, and angels. I believe in men who like to dance and sing and make life a celebration. I believe in men who embrace their wounded inner child, listen to him and embrace him true. I believe in men who want to heal and help others to heal. I believe in men who refuse to be slaves to their own wound and that despite the pain, they clean it and heal it patiently, with love and courage. I believe in men who come from the stars and remember the power of their wings, the power of their hands and the power of their heart. I believe in men who know of intuition and use it as their compass. I believe in men who share freedom because they are free and do not know another way to live. I believe in the men protective of women’s energy, who know how to read the look of their beloved and who do not intend to change it, simply accompany it wisely on their flight. I believe in full men who don’t need anything from outside because they already know that everything has it inside. I believe in men who make fire when they are cold, that take refuge in water when they are thirsty. I believe in men with truthful eyes, they see themselves, and that’s why they love and respect every creature that exists on earth. I believe in men, perfectly imperfect, because in that imperfection is where they also find their beauty. I believe in sensitive men who know how to receive and give love in balance, who listen and who also speak, those who live and let them live. I believe in men who live sexuality as sacred, because they know that it is a wonderful gift. I believe in men with clear feelings, which are accessible. I believe in men who walk barefoot and speak to the plants. I believe in the tender and wild men at the same time. I believe in the sacred male, and in all the divinity they have stood.