Those who’ve never been in hell (real hell, not some depressive heartbreak) don’t understand those who have… they cannot fathom it, nor the knowledge one has gained by the experience.
I used to pray what happened to me never would happen to another. Many have gone thru much worse.
Now I’m not so sure about this protecting people from their pain … for it is in the pain and the perseverance thru it that strengthens people, allowing them to connect with their core essence.
What IS “living” exactly?
Why would I deny people the potential of rising higher, of connecting with their potentials? Of course, it comes with the risk of dropping lower.
Someone mentioned the planets various countries are on different calendars.
I’m curious … what month / year is it where you are?
As I was walking down the street one day A man came up to me and asked me What the time was that was on my watch, yeah And I said
Does anybody really know what time it is (Care) Does anybody really care (About time) If so I can’t imagine why (Oh no, no) We’ve all got time enough to cry
And I was walking down the street one day A pretty lady looked at me and Said her diamond watch had stopped cold dead And I said
Does anybody really know what time it is (Care) Does anybody really care (About time) If so I can’t imagine why (Oh no, no) We’ve all got time enough to cry
And I was walking down the street one day (People runnin’ everywhere) Being pushed and shoved (don’t know where to go) By people trying to beat the clock (I don’t know where I am) Oh no, so I just don’t know (I can’t see past the next step) I don’t know, I don’t know-ow And I said Yes I said (I don’t have time to. I don’t have time to look around) (I just run around everywhere) (I don’t) Does anybody really know what time it is (Care) Does anybody really care (About time) If so I can’t imagine why (Oh no, no) We’ve all got time enough to die
Everybody’s worryin’ (I don’t care) I don’t care (About time) About time (Oh no, no) I don’t care
In lifting each other, nurturing each other, we are in return lifted and nurtured.
Each aspect of the many nations and species of family, gifting time and attention in the collective, receive from many who are doing the same. One unto the other, a simple gift with great return.
If the whole of the collective becomes active in the health and well-being of reciprocity and the symbiotic nature of our togetherness, then we rise, almost effortlessly.
There are a few factions of human-like folks on the planet. Some are from Source, others hi-breeds and replicas. Source beings are powered by Source connection, others must vampire source essence for they do not have connection to Prime Creator.
We are one, yet some empower, while others disempower.
Some cultivate and grow their abundant nature, others thieve that which does not belong to them.
The true reason for illness … vampirism of the temple (the bodies) resources (by the seen & unseen).
Acknowledging oneness does not mean allowing disrespect of one’s essence, which is of Creator.
The self sufficient must decide for themselves whether they wish to be the feast for others, or their famine.
Frequency is used to cause suffering in the collective consciousness, and in peoples lives by our challengers, eg: voice to skull and voice of god technologies.
Since we know frequency works with hypnotism, perhaps speaking or thinking affirmative, loving and compassionate statements while listening to the tone actually helps unravel what the challengers are doing.
I’m going to broadcast 174 hz frequency into the collective which may assist in bringing the other to neutral (since we know that the signal of two equally potent, opposing forces actually cancel each other out, falling into a neutral state). I’ll move up to 285 hz after an hour or so, maybe work my way up the line.
What’s the point of being a multiversal receiver and antennae if we aren’t intentionally looking to experiment, and learn, about the potentials of this gift, this blessing?
Anger also makes you weak … spewing anger is “giving your power away” while hoping the target doesn’t figure it out.
Anger boiled inside of her, strong and furious. Reasons to lash out ran thru her head. Arguments not to, countered them. Tension, frustration and tears filled her. And then the words came… “my soul is my own.” Suddenly the target of her anger lost its power. She would give it no more. She turned away and moved towards her Light. —Terri St. Cloud
“Some flowers spoke with strong and powerful voices, which proclaimed in accents trumpet-tongues, “I am beautiful, and I rule”. Others murmured in tones scarcely audible, but exquisitely soft and sweet, “I am little, and I am beloved”. ~ George Sand (Armando e A.L. Dupin), 1804 – 1876 French Writer
Alstroemeria, Aster, Bird of Paradise, Calendula, Carnation, Chrysanthemum, Daffodil, Daisy, Fern, Gladiolus, Heleconia, Holly, Kalanchoe, Kangaroo, Paw, Larkspur & Delphinium, Lily, Lily of the Valley, Orchid, Poinsettia, Queen Anne’s Lace, Rose, Snap dragon, Solidago, Sunflower, Tulip, Violet
“Joy and jealousy, desire and dejection, solitude and sadness, loyalty and love — flowers echo each voice of the human heart.
While the symbolic and legendary meanings of flowers were known to many during Elizabethan times, it was the Victorians who assigned simple messages to individual flowers. Introduced to the Swedish court in 1714 by Charles II, the Victorian mode of flower language soon spread throughout Europe.
During this time of strict protocol and conformity, men and women used the beauty and color of flowers to express emotions, wishes and thoughts they dared not speak, and every corsage, bouquet, and garland represented a carefully chosen sentiment. Presentation was also important; for example, a bouquet with a ribbon tied to the left told about the giver, while a ribbon tied to the right signified the receiver. Upside-down bouquets portrayed the exact opposite of the flowers’ common meanings: to receive an inverted rose was the ultimate form of rejection.
Flower Language became so important that durch die Blume sprechen (speaking through flowers) became a Western proverb, which meant any flowery or poetic expression hiding a secret message of love.”
Floriography, or “the language of flowers,” was a popular Victorian fad in which specific meanings were attributed to different plants and flowers.
Most flowers conveyed positive sentiments: friendship, fidelity, devotion, love. Others were assigned more negative meanings, such as anger, contempt or indifference.
To take advantage of this new passion, publishers churned out an endless stream of books with flower “vocabularies.” The most influential was Le langage des fleurs, which first appeared in 1819 in France. One of the last to appear in English, in 1884, was The Language of Flowers, which contained listings for hundreds of trees, shrubs, herbs and flowers, accompanied by dainty illustrations by the famous artist, Kate Greenaway.
It is unclear whether Victorians actually used the language of flowers to create bouquets expressing their feelings. It is possible that these popular flower vocabularies were mainly a kind of 19th-century “coffee-table book.” But the floral symbolism was popular with writers, poets, artists and jewellers, who used it in their work. The concept was so widespread that even an 1895 book on Canadian wildflowers gives the symbolic meanings of several plants in this “mystic dialect” of flowers.
Here, from The Dominion Educator (a century-old Canadian encyclopedia), is a brief list of flower meanings that the writers considered to be “well established”:
Was listening to sound frequencies loud with my headphones last night. Caught the attention of a lot of dominator violator masculine, some of which are not on planet.
Hellllooooo!!!! Everyone!!
Well, shutting myself off to them means shutting myself off to the others as well, and I don’t plan on doing that.
Woke with lyrics from a song ….
I’m unstoppable, I’m a Porsche with no brakes I’m invincible, yeah, I win every single game, Im so powerful, I don’t need batteries to play Im so confident, yeah, I’m unstoppable today
Unstoppable today Unstoppable today
Sounds like something good went on in the astral last night, but I’ve been gifted a healing and no longer am driven by the other world, not like I was.
Smashing glass walls ….
All smiles, I know what it takes to fool this town I’ll do it ’til the sun goes down and all through the night time Oh yeah Oh yeah, I’ll tell you what you wanna hear Leave my sunglasses on while I shed a tear It’s never the right time Yeah, yeah
I put my armor on, show you how strong how I am I put my armor on, I’ll show you that I am
I’m unstoppable I’m a Porsche with no brakes I’m invincible Yeah, I win every single game I’m so powerful I don’t need batteries to play I’m so confident Yeah, I’m unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I’m unstoppable today
Break down, only alone I will cry on out You’ll never see what’s hiding out Hiding out deep down Yeah, yeah I know, I’ve heard that to let your feelings go Is the only way to make friendships grow But I’m too afraid now Yeah, yeah
I put my armor on, show you how strong how I am I put my armor on, I’ll show you that I am
I’m unstoppable I’m a Porsche with no breaks I’m invincible Yeah, I win every single game I’m so powerful I don’t need batteries to play I’m so confident Yeah, I’m unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I’m unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I’m unstoppable today
I put my arm around, show you how strong I am I put my arm around, I’ll show you that I am
I’m unstoppable I’m a Porsche with no breaks I’m invincible Yeah, I win every single game I’m so powerful I don’t need batteries to play I’m so confident Yeah, I’m unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I’m unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I’m unstoppable today
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