A: No. I’m only helping them create a perspective.
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I do not acknowledge anyone who claims authority to command the essence of Me.
I claim my Sacred Heritage.
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A little too much And a little too little Goes a long way.
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Blessed is SHE who can RISE from her Slumber & make the EARTH quake at her feet. Yet, walks gently.
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It’s a Hero’s Journey. Break the program. Shift the routine, the hypnotic pre-conditioned patterns.
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Please, listen to some of the things you say of others. And ask if you want to be talked of in the same manner. Not whether it would be true or not, simply if you want to be talked about in like manner. If not, perhaps make an adjustment.
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When you are vulnerable with someone, you get a glimpse of how the relationship will go by the way they treat you.
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I used to be a supreme a-hole. I’m in recovery.
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“Not only are you powerful, you are prestigious. Not only are you prestigious, you are beautiful. Not only are you beautiful, you are consciousness. Not only are you consciousness, you are the spirit. Not only are you the spirit, you are the security of the future, the most bountiful beauty ever God created. Men call it ‘woman.’”
Here is a warning for all from an ER nurse who says, this is the best description of a woman having a heart attack that she has ever heard. Please read, pay attention, and SHARE……….
FEMALE HEART ATTACKS
I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is the best description I’ve ever read.
Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have … you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor that we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack.
I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up.
A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m.
After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR).
This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening — we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack!
I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.
I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in.
I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.
I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.
Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!
Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE!
Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER – you are a hazard to others on the road.
Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road.
Do NOT call your doctor — he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later.
Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive.
A cardiologist says if everyone who sees this post would Share or re-post, you can be sure that we’ll save at least one life.
*Please be a true friend and SHARE this article to all your friends, women & men too. Most men have female loved ones and could greatly benefit from know this information too!
There are some pretty significant energetic disturbances right now. Enemy talking about Nuclear Fission. Want to “transport” into another vessel, a soul. It seems to be a military action … Against the citizenry, more accurately, the Luminaries, or at least one. Curator is still out there trying to “sell” them, he is being questioned whether or not she is attractive. They seem to be attacking the mental, the actual brain with microwave tech. They’re real upset about the collective’s on-line status with natural telepathy. They want to “take” a daughter of the Most High. They failed with the original plan to sacrifice; the harvest didn’t go as planned. They failed in the attempt to gain “relationship” or contract in another manner. They “need” the merchandise of the Earth Angel, they WANT the territory; to keep people in a state of suffering, they are desperate to stop the plan for a Golden Globe filled with Light Beings. May they be tracked, traced, and removed from the platform. Amen, Amen, Amen.
Children should all have pets, so they can get used to managing themselves through the pain of losing the love of the connection. It’s gentler than losing an “intimate” union and love. If we cling too tightly, we can become a monster, we can heart and soul shatter and wish to destroy the entire world for the pain of it. Practicing this release makes the loss, or change within union, bearable, while remaining open to loving again. I really don’t like it when my doggo leaves me, but another comes, and teaches me to love again.
We are all wounded, bearing invisible scars that lie deep within our souls— where no light dares to reach. We move through life with hearts stitched together by trembling hands and whispered hopes, praying that no one looks too closely. The world teaches us to wear masks, to force a smile when it hurts, to cover our cracks and pretend we are whole.
But the truth is, we are all broken— each of us carrying untold stories we’re too scared to share. The mother who sheds silent tears long after her children have drifted to sleep. The man who laughs the loudest, masking an emptiness that echoes through the night. The friend who always says, “I’m fine,” because she knows that no one truly asks twice.
We bleed differently. Some wounds are fresh— still raw and aching to the touch. Others have formed fragile scabs, but the pain lingers like a ghost, haunting us when we press too hard. And some are buried so deep we’ve convinced ourselves they don’t exist— until something unexpected tears them open again.
Maybe it was betrayal that shattered you. Maybe it was the love you poured out that was never returned. Maybe it was the dream you chased only to be left with empty hands. Or the person you lost too soon— a void that time has failed to fill. Maybe it was the harsh words you endured as a child, or the deafening silence when you needed comfort most.
But listen, love— your wounds do not make you weak. They make you human. They are proof of a life fiercely lived, of battles fought with a heart brave enough to feel. Your pain is a testament to your strength, to the resilience of a soul that refuses to give up.
And though we are all wounded, we are also healers— carrying soft words in our hearts, offering comfort through unspoken understanding. We mend each other with kind gestures, with the warmth of a gentle touch, with a reminder whispered in the quiet— “You’re not alone.” That is how we begin to heal.
So do not hide your wounds. Do not pretend they are invisible. Let them breathe— let them teach you tenderness, reminding you that every soul you meet is fighting a battle unseen.
We are all wounded, but we are also unbreakable. We may stumble, but we rise again. We may break, but we rebuild— stronger, wiser, and braver than before. Our scars are stories— not just of pain and loss but of courage and survival.
So if you feel broken today, know this, my love— you are not alone. You belong to a world of souls who wear their cracks with grace, shining light through their brokenness. And that— that is what makes us beautifully, irrevocably human.
It didn’t kill me, but something changed, A piece of me lost, forever estranged. I walked away, yet not the same, A shadowed soul, a quiet flame. That day took part of who I was, Left me searching, without cause. I carry on, but feel the void, A heart once whole, now destroyed. It didn’t end me, but I’m not whole— An echo remains, deep in my soul. I’m here, I breathe, but truth denied— A part of me, that day, quietly died.
She is his Helper; she is Wisdom—the Spiritual Law written (not on stone tablets like the Ten Commandments) but on the very heart of Christ. The woman in Revelation 12 is the actual image of God’s everlasting covenant.
My child, keep my words and store up my commandments with you; keep my commandments and live, keep my teachings as the apple of your eye; bind them on your fingers, write them on the tablet of your heart. Say to wisdom, “You are my sister.”
“In speaking of ‘a new covenant,’ he has made the first one obsolete. And what is obsolete and growing old will soon disappear” (NRS Heb. 8:13). But in Revelation John is seeing something quite different. He is witnessing the opening of the true temple… and what he sees inside is not an empty room with an obsolete stone covenant; instead, he is shown God’s Living and Spiritual Covenant–the Holy Spirit:
Then God’s temple in heaven was opened, and the ark of his covenant was seen within his temple; and there were flashes of lightning, rumblings, peals of thunder, an earthquake, and heavy hail. A great portent appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun. (Rev. 11:19- 12:1)
We speak of God’s secret wisdom, a wisdom that has been hidden and that God destined for our glory before time began.” (1 Cor.2: 4-7)
God doesn’t make mistakes when He brings two together as One. It is the challenge and the blessing, and the connected management of these things which supports the Rise, and the Reward.
Together, managing the challenges well, the blessings are fortified and increased, much greater than originally.
If one chooses to be a slacker, they’ll take the original blessing, martyring the gift of the connection and leave the other with the challenge.
Sometimes, the one carrying the challenge will manage it on their own and rise exponentially, unexpectedly.
The reward is greater for this one than the original gift due to the extreme of the challenge.
The one who took the blessing and had fun at the others expense, receives no greater reward, and loses what they had, due to lack of effort, for betrayal, and for rejecting the gift of Union the Most High granted.
When Two Become One ~
It is said God / Goddess are unknowable. Humanity is made in the image of …
How many times have you noted yourself in relationship, sometimes for many years, and out of the blue you realize you never knew them? Resting in the energy, intimate in every way, yet still … unknown to you.
It isn’t a fluke or a trick, it is the hidden gem the Almighty seeded within each and every one of us, the unknowable.
Sometimes this unknowable quality is purposefully hidden.
Some think if they hide it rather than accept the challenge of metamorphosis, with Gods choice of partner, they can replace it with their own version and simply dress it up in the energy of … ‘tricking’ the Most High into believing they accepted the challenge, and ‘became’ accordingly … a villainous attempt to prove Gods Chosen unworthy by committing fraud, wearing a mask, donning their energy, and behaving in a degraded manner. They later say, I tried boss! But (s)he was a Hobag!!! The whole time the true true was buried under blame and shame.
The illusions can get very convoluted.
It is our duty in this union to grow with each other, to ‘become’ as One.
Mostly, people remain hung up on who they ‘think’ they are, they remain focused on their personal needs and desires, forgetting they are a new creation meant to increase together.
As individual, we are the only one we will share every moment of this life with. (Besides our Higher Source). Sometimes, it is we who are the only kind person around.
If we’ve been trained to believe tending to self is selfish, we will neglect self … our best friend in the world. Often, the only one who will pick us up when we fall. (S)He deserves the utmost care any most precious and loyal friend deserves. Don’t wait for someone else to treat you kindly. It rarely comes.
Some people say you should pay yourself first, putting a few bucks in the bank.
Your cup needs this same deposit in order for you to continue pouring kindness out for others.
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The “rules” don’t count against those who don’t play fair.
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