Oh my gosh, sometimes what spirit flows thru my mind is shocking … I just can’t claim it as my own thought!!!
“You’re a failed experiment, mutant.”
And then I see this on Twitter x grok whatever it’s called these days.
Releasing the Entanglement
Published January 23, 2025 by tindertenderWhen young, I dreamed of Love, having a Family, Joyous times together.
It never came …
The dream turned into one longing of Protection, from those harvesters who continually pulled on my energy, r.a.p.ing my mind.
I finally received protection.
I am grateful.
I let go of the first dream a long, long time ago, even before menopause.
I wasn’t permitted a family.
Invisible peepers, voyeurs, watching from afar, “loving” the energy, pushing in, taking it, using it to harm those I love … pretending they are powerful,
Dreaming of “possessing” this sleepers gifts, commanding them and their output.
No. I’m not interested in the peeper finally showing up in a flesh suit,
After all the studying of me, my energy, and its capacity.
I have discovered I don’t much care for those watchers …
Window shopping in an energetic “candy” store.
The thought of entangling the flesh suit with a voyeur vampiric entity is SO disturbing, SO distasteful …
There is no need to “feed” this dream that never came, that never will … not in this realm.
It’s sad to me, the opinion and guidance I once needed from the masculine was never offered … only disdain, a sneering certainty I was in lack, somehow insufficient as partner or presence in their life, unworthy of effort.
Self-sufficiency born out of this lack programmed the mind and spirit to stop seeking comfort where stability, support, or care could not be found.
This is what is sad … the Love many of us sought could not be found.
We had to turn inward to find it.
Perhaps it is those of us who did, which have escaped the illusion that Love is outside, and must be found there, who are free of its longing and binding, the forever searching ended as soon as we found what is inside Self, that Holy Garden.
I’m left to wonder, where does that leave the connection, that never seemed to exist?
A Poet’s Voice XV
Published January 22, 2025 by tindertenderPart One
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and give the juice to the thirsty.
Heaven fills my lamp with oil and I place it at my window to direct the stranger through the dark.
I do all these things because I live in them; and if destiny should tie my hands and prevent me from so doing, then death would be my only desire. For I am a poet, and if I cannot give, I shall refuse to receive.
Humanity rages like a tempest, but I sigh in silence for I know the storm must pass away while a sigh goes to God.
Human kinds cling to earthly things, but I seek ever to embrace the torch of love so it will purify me by its fire and sear inhumanity from my heart.
Substantial things deaden a man without suffering; love awakens him with enlivening pains.
Humans are divided into different clans and tribes, and belong to countries and towns. But I find myself a stranger to all communities and belong to no settlement. The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.
Men are weak, and it is sad that they divide amongst themselves. The world is narrow and it is unwise to cleave it into kingdoms, empires, and provinces.
Human kinds unite themselves one to destroy the temples of the soul, and they join hands to build edifices for earthly bodies. I stand alone listening to the voice of hope in my deep self saying, “As love enlivens a man’s heart with pain, so ignorance teaches him the way of knowledge.” Pain and ignorance lead to great joy and knowledge because the Supreme Being has created nothing vain under the sun.
Part Two
I have a yearning for my beautiful country, and I love its people because of their misery. But if my people rose, stimulated by plunder and motivated by what they call “patriotic spirit” to murder, and invaded my neighbor’s country, then upon the committing of any human atrocity I would hate my people and my country.
I sing the praise of my birthplace and long to see the home of my children; but if the people in that home refused to shelter and feed the needy wayfarer, I would convert my praise into anger and my longing to forgetfulness. My inner voice would say, “The house that does not comfort the need is worthy of naught by destruction.”
I love my native village with some of my love for my country; and I love my country with part of my love for the earth, all of which is my country; and I love the earth will all of myself because it is the haven of humanity, the manifest spirit of God.
Humanity is the spirit of the Supreme Being on earth, and that humanity is standing amidst ruins, hiding its nakedness behind tattered rags, shedding tears upon hollow cheeks, and calling for its children with pitiful voice. But the children are busy singing their clan’s anthem; they are busy sharpening the swords and cannot hear the cry of their mothers.
Humanity appeals to its people but they listen not. Were one to listen, and console a mother by wiping her tears, other would say, “He is weak, affected by sentiment.”
Humanity is the spirit of the Supreme Being on earth, and that Supreme Being preaches love and good-will. But the people ridicule such teachings. The Nazarene Jesus listened, and crucifixion was his lot; Socrates heard the voice and followed it, and he too fell victim in body. The followers of The Nazarene and Socrates are the followers of Deity, and since people will not kill them, they deride them, saying, “Ridicule is more bitter than killing.”
Jerusalem could not kill The Nazarene, nor Athens Socrates; they are living yet and shall live eternally. Ridicule cannot triumph over the followers of Deity. They live and grow forever.
Part Three
Thou art my brother because you are a human, and we both are sons of one Holy Spirit; we are equal and made of the same earth.
You are here as my companion along the path of life, and my aid in understanding the meaning of hidden Truth. You are a human, and, that fact sufficing, I love you as a brother. You may speak of me as you choose, for Tomorrow shall take you away and will use your talk as evidence for his judgment, and you shall receive justice.
You may deprive me of whatever I possess, for my greed instigated the amassing of wealth and you are entitled to my lot if it will satisfy you.
You may do unto me whatever you wish, but you shall not be able to touch my Truth.
You may shed my blood and burn my body, but you cannot kill or hurt my spirit.
You may tie my hands with chains and my feet with shackles, and put me in the dark prison, but who shall not enslave my thinking, for it is free, like the breeze in the spacious sky.
You are my brother and I love you. I love you worshipping in your church, kneeling in your temple, and praying in your mosque. You and I and all are children of one religion, for the varied paths of religion are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being, extended to all, offering completeness of spirit to all, anxious to receive all.
I love you for your Truth, derived from your knowledge; that Truth which I cannot see because of my ignorance. But I respect it as a divine thing, for it is the deed of the spirit. Your Truth shall meet my Truth in the coming world and blend together like the fragrance of flowers and becoming one whole and eternal Truth, perpetuating and living in the eternity of Love and Beauty.
I love you because you are weak before the strong oppressor, and poor before the greedy rich. For these reasons I shed tears and comfort you; and from behind my tears I see you embraced in the arms of Justice, smiling and forgiving your persecutors. You are my brother and I love you.
Part Four
You are my brother, but why are you quarreling with me? Why do you invade my country and try to subjugate me for the sake of pleasing those who are seeking glory and authority?
Why do you leave your wife and children and follow Death to the distant land for the sake of those who buy glory with your blood, and high honor with your mother’s tears?
Is it an honor for a man to kill his brother man? If you deem it an honor, let it be an act of worship, and erect a temple to Cain who slew his brother Abel.
Is self-preservation the first law of Nature? Why, then, does Greed urge you to self-sacrifice in order only to achieve his aim in hurting your brothers? Beware, my brother, of the leader who says, “Love of existence obliges us to deprive the people of their rights!” I say unto you but this: protecting others’ rights is the noblest and most beautiful human act; if my existence requires that I kill others, then death is more honorable to me, and if I cannot find someone to kill me for the protection of my honor, I will not hesitate to take my life by my own hands for the sake of Eternity before Eternity comes.
Selfishness, my brother, is the cause of blind superiority, and superiority creates clanship, and clanship creates authority which leads to discord and subjugation.
The soul believes in the power of knowledge and justice over dark ignorance; it denies the authority that supplies the swords to defend and strengthen ignorance and oppression – that authority which destroyed Babylon and shook the foundation of Jerusalem and left Rome in ruins. It is that which made people call criminals great mean; made writers respect their names; made historians relate the stories of their inhumanity in manner of praise.
The only authority I obey is the knowledge of guarding and acquiescing in the Natural Law of Justice.
What justice does authority display when it kills the killer? When it imprisons the robber? When it descends on a neighborhood country and slays its people? What does justice think of the authority under which a killer punishes the one who kills, and a thief sentences the one who steals?
You are my brother, and I love you; and Love is justice with its full intensity and dignity. If justice did not support my love for you, regardless of your tribe and community, I would be a deceiver concealing the ugliness of selfishness behind the outer garment of pure love.
Conclusion
My soul is my friend who consoles me in misery and distress of life. He who does not befriend his soul is an enemy of humanity, and he who does not find human guidance within himself will perish desperately. Life emerges from within, and derives not from environs.
I came to say a word and I shall say it now. But if death prevents its uttering, it will be said tomorrow, for tomorrow never leaves a secret in the book of eternity.
I came to live in the glory of love and the light of beauty, which are the reflections of God. I am here living, and the people are unable to exile me from the domain of life for they know I will live in death. If they pluck my eyes I will hearken to the murmers of love and the songs of beauty.
If they close my ears I will enjoy the touch of the breeze mixed with the incebse of love and the fragrance of beauty.
If they place me in a vacuum, I will live together with my soul, the child of love and beauty.
I came here to be for all and with all, and what I do today in my solitude will be echoed by tomorrow to the people.
What I say now with one heart will be said tomorrow by many hearts
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Analysis (ai): The poem reflects the poet’s humanitarianism, emphasizing the power of giving and the importance of transcending social divisions. Charity, love, and suffering are seen as transformative forces. The poet’s compassion extends beyond his immediate surroundings to encompass all humanity, recognizing their universal suffering and shared bond. The poem advocates for tolerance, understanding, and the rejection of violence and prejudice.
Compared to other works by the author, this poem continues the themes of love, compassion, and spiritual enlightenment. It also echoes the author’s critique of societal divisions and his belief in the inherent interconnectedness of all beings. The poem’s focus on humanitarianism is particularly relevant to the time period during which it was written, marked by widespread social and political upheaval.
Soul’s Freedom in Love ~ Sweet Release
Published January 22, 2025 by tindertenderForgiveness became easier for me when I included the idea of release. To forgive yet remain in the midst of abuse is difficult. Release is the only way. But with love, for self, and the other. Love enough to make the change so that hurtful energy between self and others is no longer generated. Inner harmony is allowed to exist. It’s a gift. To self.
The apology needs to be as loud as the disrespect.
If you don’t have control over yourself, it means someone else has control over you. Shadow work. Whatcha doin’? You avoiding the inner work, the re-creation of Self? Release drama and trauma. Let it go. There are endless potentialities awaiting.
A lot of people are focused outward, not inward.
Many have never really sat alone with Self long enough to settle.
What do you do when you’re surrounded by people who hate you?
You give them cause.
Be happy anyway.
Be love anyway.
Freedom includes the freedom to be who we are, not who the other wants us to be. ~BMM
Don’t let those who have not awakened their psychic senses convince you that you do not have them. This is all real. You are not crazy. Many people experience what you experience and do not know how to language it either. 🙏
“My soul is my friend who consoles me In misery and distress of life. He who does not befriend his soul is an enemy to humanity… Life emerges from within and not from environs.” ~ Khalil Gibran
Even Blind People Fall in Love
Published January 20, 2025 by tindertenderThe senses become very sensitive.
Memories from previous days ~ January 20th
Published January 20, 2025 by tindertender“We have a right to choose our own selves, even if that self is different from the selves of others. We have a right to feel as we do even if those feelings are frowned upon by others.”
~ Leo Buscaglia
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“Love not what you are but only what you may become.”
~ Cervantes
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You don’t put fire out with fire, you put it out with water.
You dear one are 75% water.
The power to put the fire of corruption out is within you.
More importantly, you are the Phoenix who will rise out of the ashes.
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“Hopi Prophesy delineates the path of peace, harmony with nature. Where we have deviated from that path, the prophecy has correctly predicted the results. Hopi and other peoples, Time has emerged and we will meet the caretaker of earth who teaches them to care for Earth”
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“If you deny the existence of your fault or error, it will strengthen its hold over you. If you recognize it, your awareness will destroy it. He who rejects this will never know the entrance to the Temple.” – R.A. Schwaller de Lubicz
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If you have chosen the way of truthfulness, In this lost world blackened by lies, You are truly Superhuman
Hymilayan HEX
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Stalker Alert
Published January 17, 2025 by tindertenderFor twenty-two years the invisible maniacs r@ped my mind. They tore it apart, I had to put it back together in hemi-sync.
At the same time, hundreds of energy harvesting “pleasure” seekers trespassed into my sleeping chambers at the midnight hour and “pulled” my sacral and root energies out, while dumping “death” energy into my solar plexus.
They had an actual “feeding tube” stuck in my back, like a straw, where they’d suck out my life force and dump in black poison energy.
They meant to destroy my mind and render me helpless, easily stuffed into a deep dark pit. They meant to trap my sacred essence in the dark.
I recovered … by the Grace of God.
My mind still picks up on them through this trauma bond. I hear them plotting and planning, and I decided to start sharing these interactions this year, after 22 years of severe mental challenge.
Now, since the magic didn’t destroy me, they are stalking me in the 3D. This morning they were waiting in a pull out across the street. As soon as I pulled out the garage and pulled to the stop sign, turning, they flipped their lights on and drove off.
They hate that I hear and report what I hear. It was their own doing, trauma bonding with someone who isn’t a simp.
These ones want a “meal” a “christ”mas dinner. Their harvest didn’t go as expected. They hope to spill the bodies fluids, since their mind f-ers and demon servants failed.
Let this be a record.
They tried to eliminate me quietly, behind the scenes. I’m not so quiet anymore, since the Most High pulled me thru.
As a VICTOR over the mental witchery and demon attack meant to destroy me, it’s my duty to report the events.
God let me live for a reason …
I’m much more than a mere “survivor” and I fully expect they will continue in their endeavor. Now tho, they have to get their hands dirty, or pay off a transient to do a deed …
Telepathy and Plagarism
Published January 17, 2025 by tindertenderTelepathy. Voyeurism and harvesting of another’s ideas out of the collective, shared mental field. I suppose plagiarism is the name of the game, with the unsuspecting. Scratching their head, wondering why every time they think of something clever, it comes out of some others mouth, publicly.
No one will sing your song better than you
Published January 16, 2025 by tindertenderNo one.
Ever.
Pure Magic …
Tokyo has been mentioned in my downloads a few times over the past 30 days
Published January 16, 2025 by tindertender
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