Game Over

Published March 23, 2025 by tindertender

February 11, 2025

I have understanding of what a certain mindset in this world has been doing to children, and their jealousy and hatred of the Divinity of the Mother. If someone confesses to be part of this in any way shape or form, I cannot associate with the energy. These energies will be offended and angry that I prefer not to entertain them. Rather than honor my choice of no interaction, they attempt to ‘force’ me to serve it. I choose disconnection from those who try to bully me into being friends with the unfriendly. I support others who also make the choice to not be tied and corded with those who despise purity yet feed on it.

I was reading a post on the computer just now and the words “game over” flashed before my eyes. I blinked and wondered where those words were because it seemed a little strange the way the words appeared before me and scanned the post again … but those words weren’t on the message … that was Spirit delivering a message to me … to WE.

Soul Family
Spirit Family
Blood Family
Chosen Family
The One comes from the Many
The Many come from the One

EG: Soul family/Spirit family :: You come from the Stars, the Sun and many times far beyond, the many in other dimensions supporting your ‘human’ life lessons.
Blood family :: You come from the mothers womb, with many ancestors who came before you. Then you have a child, and many generations you may get privilege to see come from that child.
Chosen family :: Those who have characteristics and desires for creation within them that align with your own. These idea’s forming and received from the ethers, from Spirit Divine, together in symbiosis, synergy, manifesting visuals on the foundation, that which is seen.

ALL IN FLOW.

THE RIVER OF LIFE.

The Bridge and Unification

Published March 23, 2025 by tindertender

February 9, 2025

The Divine resides in all levels and layers of the realms. Some folks plant fruit trees, others eliminate gnats and rats, pest control. It is all necessary and needed.

What isn’t needed are the pretenders who hi-jacked the middle ground and messed the connections and communications of the earth angels and the true Divine leaders of the realms.

The clones, the actresses and actors, wore the face and energy of the light bearers, doing atrocious deeds, setting them up for harsh judgement by the Divine. They hurt the children, easy targets not able to fight back.

The bridge between realms has been restored, the truth revealed. TMH utilizes the skill set of all members Divine … all members who carefully manage the intricate balance of the realms.

Divinity resides in all spaces and places.

The Most High has family everywhere.

He said these interfering time traveling dimension hopping agent smiths would get what they deserve.

Unification has occurred and there is synergy without prejudice in the upper and under worlds.

The satanists who worship a weird black hole demon god are imposters. They have been feeding the light to it, they’ve been robbing the graves too. They have no loyalty to anyone or anything.

They’ve been pretending to control heaven, they’ve been pretending to control hell. These are illusions. The true true of the real deals are here now to destroy that illusion.

Be wary of disrespecting those who are capable of what you may not be. Scary friends are very nice to have, it’s much better than having scary enemies.

Because of those who are skilled in distasteful arenas, others can focus on developing skills in more pleasurable spaces and places.

We are all on a path of ascension. Everyone starts at the bottom.

The infiltrators hi-jacked timelines and dimensions because they were able to trap those with the gifts of time.

They are free now of that connection and forced servitude. The imposter no longer has that control. They can no longer pretend they are the Most high or the Lowest low or anyone in between. They can no longer send souls into captivity after being driven into traumatic ends, set up for failure.

The intention of the Divine in all realms is to become greater than before, while holding the fabric which weaves all of life into a delicate, settled, energy.

Synergy.

Symbiosis.

Division causes chaos.

Be thankful for the carrion, it keeps the pretty places clear of the dead.

Love Honor Respect

In all ways

Except for the liar who hurts the innocent and pure of heart.

Random Thoughts in Time

Published March 23, 2025 by tindertender

Some of you are in alignment and agreement with what others say about you. It’s not true. You are the originator. They want to take your originality, and replace it with their own bullslip. Your inner g is so bright, you’re the prize!! They must have you believe in your smallness, your rewritten purpose. They need you to use your light to balance their darkness. They need you to give them permission to steer your life, experiences, and potential.

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They target the mind, filling it with jargon and trash. They need you in agreement with whatever storyline they give you. They need you to agree to your own limitations, your helpless inability to affect positive change. They need you to rely on them to tell you who you are and what you are capable of. Permitted. They take your song, the blessing of God given essence, coded particularly with your own self for personal expression in this world, and they change the notes, the tune, the tempo. And they’ll rewrite it occasionally, rescript you .. f them bishes.

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You know how many times I’ve been told I’d never make it on my own? That i lacked what it took to care for self? Many. And i said piss the f off!! And at times i survived on top ramen and baked potatoes, but I actually really love baked potatoes and top ramen. Public transportation … bicycle transport … sleeping on the floor in a sparsely furnished apartment .. f-them. Freedom often doesn’t look extravagant. But it’s priceless and worth fighting for.

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If you’re not able to control your anger, if you continue to feel lower vibrational emotions and feed into them regularly, then you’re affectively sabotaging your own happiness.

Stop owning every lower vibrational thought form that your receiver (mind) picks up on from the atmospher, the ethers. Not all energy or thought that passes through you belongs to you. Stop catching it and holding on to it. Watch it arrive, breathe, and “watch” it, feel it, as it releases.

Mystical Nonsense

Published March 23, 2025 by tindertender

https://www.instagram.com/share/_ymYCizVo

Mental Illnesses as Houses

Published March 23, 2025 by tindertender

https://www.instagram.com/share/BADUmzE0_L

The Webs We Create

Published March 23, 2025 by tindertender

“The webs we create can trap us, if we do not create them in truth. We are asked by this Clan Mother (Weaves the Web, Clan Mother of the Tenth Moon Cycle) to work with and for the truth in order to manifest a world dream that all living things can share. A web that is created in greed will eventually trap and devour the one who wove it because it was woven too tightly to allow giving, receiving, and sharing. A web woven too loosely, without care, lacks the craftsmanship that is necessary to make it strong and durable. A web woven from fear will attract the lessons needed to overcome that fear. A web woven from the love of creating and the desire to share the abundance caught in the webs silvery fibers is a web that will endure until the dream is fulfilled.”

Whispers of Gaia

Published March 15, 2025 by tindertender

Anything that is not love
is only a visitor to your body.

You are not anxious,
stress is simply flowing through you.

You are not permanently depressed,
sadness is simply visiting you.

You are not lost,
confusion is simply wandering within you.

And you are not broken,
pain is simply passing through you.

Words by Tahlia Hunter

Inspired by the poem by Rumi “This being human
is a guesthouse”💞

The image is “Whispers of Gaia” by Laura Gallmeyer. It blends humanity with nature’s forms and colors, representing the aurora of consciousness.

The Monster Mind

Published March 15, 2025 by tindertender

Don’t give your power to the monster mind.

The Black Horse

Published March 15, 2025 by tindertender

AI Overview

In the Book of Revelation, the black horse and its rider, often interpreted as famine, symbolize distress, calamity, and the scarcity of food, with the rider holding scales, signifying the rationing of essential goods. 

Here’s a more detailed explanation:

  • Biblical Context:The black horse appears in Revelation 6:5-6, where it is described as being ridden by someone holding scales, and a voice is heard saying “A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius. And do not harm the oil and the wine”. 
  • Symbolism of Famine:The scales in the rider’s hand are a clear indication of famine, as they are used to measure and ration food during times of scarcity. 
  • Other Interpretations:While the primary interpretation is famine, some also see the black horse as representing the contrast between the rich and the poor, or the consequences of societal unrest and war. 
  • Other Meanings:In other contexts, “black horse” can also refer to a “dark horse” – a previously unknown person or thing that wins or succeeds unexpectedly. 
  • Examples:
    • In Washington Irving’s “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”, the Headless Horseman rides a black horse, adding to the story’s eerie atmosphere. 
    • In some cultures, black horses are associated with rituals and specific roles, such as being presented during ceremonies. 

A Shamanic Vision

https://shamandrummer.tumblr.com/post/688118841441714176/black-horse-symbolism

The next imagery that I saw was a galloping black horse. Black horses are messengers and carriers of positive, mysterious energy. Seeing a black horse in your meditation means there is an energy that is about to enter your life. This energy will have a positive effect on your life, though it may not be obvious at first. This energy can come into your life in a myriad of ways. It could be a person, a career change or an unexpected event. Actually, it could be anything. The key here is that the sequence of events that will be set into motion by this energy will have an overall positive effect. If you see a black horse, be on the lookout for something extraordinary on the horizon.

Black horses symbolize the ability to overcome obstacles and come out on the other side. It is also widely known to be a symbol for death. This does not always mean death in the literal sense; in this case it means leaving behind things which no longer serve you. The black steed symbolism is both death-defying and death-seeking. In other words, it is symbolic of death and rebirth. It signifies the closing of one door and the opening of another. It can also symbolize the need for you to take a leap of faith. Trust your intuition even if you can’t see the reason or the result. 

If a black horse appears in your life, you may need some reassurance that you are powerful enough to take on any challenge that comes your way. While many people hold on to things that no longer serve them out of fear, you must be brave enough to take the power and do what you need to do in order to come out on the other side. A black horse is an omen of powerful and courageous transformation. The notion of death and rebirth portends that the black horse will bring an end to things and relationships which no longer serve you. In doing this without fear or hesitation, the horse is transforming and creating a better version of you. 

Horse medicine teaches you to be true to your authentic self. Though you may be quite attached to your plans, ideas, self-image, social position, security and relationships, it is time to strip away old ideas and habits; eliminate the outmoded or worn out. Dive into the problem without thought of immediate gain or purpose. This is the end of an old cycle and the beginning of a new one. Now is the time for bold action.

Cut the Strings!!

Published March 13, 2025 by tindertender

The first police officer reaches under the one-ton bale of hay and attempts to lift it off of me. Of course, it doesn’t budge. He grabs his flashlight and shines it under the hay into my face. I blink. He yells over his shoulder to his partner, “He’s alive! He’s alive! Help me move the hay.”
Even working together two officers can’t move it – not a fraction of an inch. A thousand pounds each? Of course they can’t move it.
“Cut the strings,” I whisper. My voice is weak. They can’t hear me.
I am not going to last much longer. If they will just cut the strings, the bale will break apart, and they can drag me out of here.
“Lift, Joe, lift!”
“Just cut the strings,” I mumble, “Please cut the strings.”
“C’mon harder.”
“It’s too heavy! We can’t lift it. We gotta go for help! Hang on Chad, we’ll be right back!”

I am alone again in the growing darkness. Wonderful painless, peaceful, irresistible sleep beckons. I struggle to remain conscious. One. Two. Three. Four… Where are they? How long does it take for police, fire, ambulance, to arrive? Where is the Coast Guard? Where are the Marines? Where is that one old farmer with enough common sense to just cut the strings?
The desert air grows chilly as the sky darkens. I grow weaker. Dizziness overcomes me and I begin to drift off into that gray space somewhere between the living and the dead.
Help finally arrives. One of the police officers bends down so I can see his face. “Hold on! A fire engine is here. There are six men aboard.”
I do the math. Two big, strong cops and six burly firemen must move a ton of dead weight off me. That’s two hundred forty five pounds each. No way can they possibly do that – but somehow, miraculously, they do. A couple of neighbors who have arrived at the scene stand by to catch me. They lower my limp body to the ground where I lie in a broken heap.
Why didn’t they cut the strings? They could have saved a long, tortured hour.
How heavy is hay? A piece of hay is about the weight of a feather. How many pieces of hay does it take to make two thousand pounds? Lots. That package of sixteen bazillion individual pieces of hay wrapped in a gigantic bundle is a crushing weight. But separated, it would have been nothing. I feel bad saying this, because it makes me sound ungrateful – and I am very grateful to the guys who saved my life that night – but there is a point to be made here, isn’t there?
Is it too big?
Is it overwhelming?
Cut the strings – just cut the strings!
Are you buried under crushing burdens? Projects that are too huge? Schedules that are too complicated? Maybe you are trying to do too much at once – trying to do everything instead of doing something.
Cut the strings and cut yourself free. Do one thing at a time – and get it Done. Move “out of the strain of the doing into the peace of the done.”

By Chad Hymas