“They” wield no true authority.
What they have is magical agreements with demons, and chaos.
Although they call this authority, it is not that which is true.
Because they can overwhelm the consciousness of a single individual with their hive mind, doesn’t equate authority either.
I’ve heard it,
I’ve seen it,
I’ve embodied the emotion of it.
And also it’s opposite.
They are not the same,
Nor ever will be.
We miss you.
Deeply.
When women gather together in circles..
we tell stories of how much we long for you. Crave you.
Pray for you to rise and meet us here.
We mourn your missing presence.
In our childhoods.
In the homes we’ve built without you.
In our beds.
We hold hands and beg God to set you free from whatever keeps you from standing at our sides.
Right here.
Here In intimacy.
In integrity.
In wholeness.
In freedom.
The places where you are caught in dishonesty..
shame..
fear..
addiction..
we grieve and rage over.
We see your pain and we see your power.
We miss you.
We love you.
We can’t wait for you to come home
For the men who have..
thank you so much.
Please call your brothers..
start men’s circles..
show them the manuals.
Tell them of what you gave up.
Of your brokenness and acceptance.
Of what it truly means to take up the mantle of protector.
Please.
There aren’t enough fathers..
resources and leaders for men to sit at the feet of.
The women have tried.
We can’t do it.
The restoration must come from within the Masculine.
The Feminine cannot mother grown men into wholeness.
We cannot strap men to our backs and walk.
We tried.
We bow out.
Not gracefully.
But in mournful acceptance nonetheless.
And we will wait for you to burst free from the shackles patriarchy has placed on you.
We pray.
We pray.
We pray.
For the Great Remembrance.~
~Shade Ashani
art: Dorina Costras
Repost: Sacred Dreams
“Patience, patience, patience. Time has outwitted them once again.”
The priceless little nuggets in my life.
I am grateful.
Such a Blessing!
Most High,
Thy Will be done!
Thy Kingdom come,
On Earth as it is in Heaven.
Honestly my King, my God, according to my current mood it cannot come soon enough. But You are the Master of Strategy, and I dare not assume otherwise. I have faith in Your Victory, in Your proper timing.
I will practice patience. 🙏🏼
Kite. Hit. Steel. Plane. Must.
Kids were reciting the words as the towers were being taken down. Satanic.
This was a ritual sacrifice.
A painting of Bush from Epstein Island. Two toppled Jenga towers while he plays with airplanes. Can you envision the children present who were not painted, but who participated in the ritual there too, just as the children above in classroom.
Because the dark magic spell they’re under was strong. All those innocent souls sacrificed so evil can remain in power.
“Heal yourself with the light of the sun and the rays of the moon, with the sound of the river and the waterfall. With the swaying of the sea and the fluttering of birds.
Heal yourself with mint, and take eucalyptus.
Sweeten yourself with lavender, rosemary and chamomile.
Embrace yourself with the cocoa bean and a hint of cinnamon.
Put love in tea instead of sugar, and look to the stars.
Heal yourself with the kisses the wind gives you and the hugs of the rain.
Become strong with bare feet on the ground and with everything that comes out of it.
Get smarter every day by listening to your intuition, looking at the world with the eye of your forehead.
Jump, dance, sing, so that you live happier.
Heal yourself, with beautiful love, and always remember… you are the medicine. “
Maria Sabina, Mexican curandera (medicine woman) and poetess.
🦋 Dutch version can be found on @Arindagroep🦋
En Eeke Mai Ea
xxx Soraya Nadia
When I was 2.5 years old my mother got busted with a suitor in the cafe she worked at. Dad pistol whipped him, putting him in the hospital. Told him he best leave town if he wanted to live. He did. My father left us. I remember laying on the floor of some cold brick building with my mother for sleep. This song was playing, and she was sobbing. I cried as she clutched me close to her chest.
Pain
And love
In one
Bittersweet
Moment
Every time I hear this song I relive that moment.
Written by @shiftingtimeline
The shifting of the timelines is a gradual process first established in our personal lives. Some turbulence is inevitable at first as we work to resolve the internal conflicts that are creating dissonance. The lower self functioning according to the will of the ego is hooked into the external siphoning system and doesn’t want to relinquish control. It will put up resistance and plant doubt until we can surrender with a deep enough self trust that our path is evolving in accordance with our souls blueprint and not external programming.
As we progressively clear the shadow body we access the undistorted intuitive signal that communes with our higher stations of identity to guide us along our highest expression. This is when we can consciously witness the chain of cause and effect following a new trajectory that isn’t fulfilling programmed prophecies.
We tune into a new frequency station which naturally repels AI frequencies and enables the embodiment of higher source codes, rendering karmic contracts obsolete and removing entity bindings that have been lodged within our lightbody.
Dissolving shadow debris recalls soul fragments back into unification within the body, strengthening the etheric field which drops more physical density to allow a merging with wider multidimensional internal and external aspects that are in greater communion with source.
As we bridge our consciousness with other resonant souls across the planetary grid in the quantum field, we generate a new timeline potential back in resonance with the organic ascension pathway. Each representative that carries this mission blueprint will act as a nodal point to anchor their divine light in their respective location.
By reclaiming life force, this creates inhospitable conditions for the parasitic entities who can’t thrive in such purity. This will help to shift planetary consciousness through restoration of the corrupted ley lines that have been running reversals to funnel siphoned loosh from the organic living systems.
We are witnessing the start of the collapse of the satanic infrastructure and their dark timelines generated through the collective shadow body. This is part of the planetary ascension beyond repeating armageddon cycles that have kept consciousness suppressed within the 3D matrix construct of artificially generated timelines that have been blending with the true organic pathway.
Eventually all dark systems will fall as humanity enters a new golden age built on the foundations of love, having experienced the contrast of dark and light through this evolutionary process. For now the war for the future timelines continues, and as wayshowers we are tasked to be the living inspiration to help emancipate souls from their amnesia and resurrect their divine light.
Same hands, same nose, same touching and feeling of children …
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