I’ve been having conversation in my head with the “Essence of my Essence”, the One who gifted me life when mine adversary attempted time, after time, to strip it from me. God. As I know Him.
I woke last night for a late night malted milk ball snack and through my mind ran the words, “Flesh of my Flesh.”
I’m ecstatic.
Morning song message
I love our Family!!!
Such a beautiful message Spirit. I’m so grateful you are here!
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 .. for a time even, houseless, sleeping in my car. f-them. Freedom often doesn’t look extravagant. But it’s priceless and worth fighting for.
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.
Stop confirming their lies, their made-up storyline about you! Don’t agree, or take on as truth the bullshit word magic spoken over you and your life to make you small or break you, to minimize you.
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.
Some folks can’t stand to see you shine.
They’ll demand you utilize this shiny goodness to fulfill their wishes and demands.
Man!! A friggen TREE is friendlier than many family members or “friends”.
Claim your song.
Creator coded it and gifted it special to you.
We breathe in what the trees breathe out and vise-versa.
Everything is interconnected.
Opossum appeared to me in dream last night. I love them. They are nocturnal. Harmless, really. Good for the environment. Sweet personalities.
Conflict avoidance. Discernment for Deception and illusion. Guidance. Strategy and craftiness. Don’t over expose yourself (oops). A true survivor. Remove anything or anyone that brings conflict. Use instinct to detect deceit. Healing and power restoration. Balance and clarity. The ending of a cycle.
Yesterday I was driving home on the highway. Off to the right I thought I saw a dog (I’m always looking for strays on the highway in need of rescue).
I got closer to the animal and saw it was a big black kitty with a little white on its face. It was sitting there batting at something in front of it, I’m guessing a mousey.
Last night as I slept I recorded three things:
Synthesis
Serendipity
and
God is playing with this one.
I remembered the kitty playing with the mouse from yesterday.
In my mind I see my King in His Lion form …
Casually swatting at whatever, or whoever, He’s playing with …
Grateful He is here!!!
Grateful for our wonderful family of Skillful, Willful, talents and knowing’s.
I find it fascinating that so many couldn’t comprehend the Most High is also the Lowest Low … Wholeness requires balance in all ways.
It’s like, “Oh, you think you bad?”
MmmmmK.
“I will love you for 1,000 years, and then love you for 1,000 more.”
It truly is a wonderful idea Spirit. My hope is you won’t grow unbearably bored and tired of me and decide to do what the previous ancestors did.
Thanks be to the Most High for cancelled contracts!
Blind faith often makes us look insane.
So be it.
I’m jumping off the proverbial cliff.
I trust you will catch me.
Or I’ll build my wings on the way down.
This flooding, all over the globe …. The waters don’t just sit on top of the soil. It seeps into it … filling tunnels?
“People” are being humbled.
Whether you’re aware of it or not.
I looked in the mirror to find a huge splat of goose poop on my rear windshield!
I thought, oh yes there may be shit, but it is at the rear (ahem!) and so on its way out of my life!!
And now … it … is … gone!
Blessed new beginnings.
Blessed new Life.
Grateful.
Go-oh-oh-oh-olden years …
Run for the shadows ….
Spirit is awesome.
They say, Silence is Golden.
Yes, it is, and after 20 years of the interferers choosing my listening menu, I say RA!!!
And play heavy metal guitar.
The inner child pouts.
And now … Golden Years … Run for the shadows … stuff is happening.
All will be Golden.
Thanks be to the Most High Master and our Divine Family, a Collective of Skillful, Willful, Caring Creators.
