There’s a difference between seeing an other, admiring them, then copying them trying to imitate their existence in every way, shedding any sense of self … and … incorporating into the neural highways of one’s own mind, character and Self., those qualities which instill a greatness being birthed and expanded into an ever increasing “big bang” development of personal awareness.
You are a master at studying your environment. You take on the good qualities of those around you, and you leave the negative behind. When you’ve learned all you are able, you extract yourself. Then you implant self into another environment, and glean those new-found qualities in others, examples which can assist personal growth and expansion.
If people are unwilling to present self transparently, there’s nothing to embody, nothing of truth being presented as an offering, of a particular life. There’s nothing offered to present a growth opportunity in the environment.
So you go to another source, another meet-up, church, social function. Over and over again, you flow into situations and groupings, absorbing everything your discover that sits right with your soul … learning as much as you can, about as much as you can.
People are fascinating! There are so many unique ways of approaching life, and a never-ending example of greatness … all one needs do is pay attention, and learn.
We don’t have to take on every characteristic of those in our environment at any given time. We get to choose the building blocks from the examples we fill our environment with.
Creating Self.
What a Treasure!
What a Song!
Sister, trust your vibrant inner knowing,
that lucid vision that speaks
to you. The truth you cannot
deny.
Nourish the fertile gardens of
your wild inner terrains knowing
that time of harvest will come… all things
flower in their time.
~*~
Cultivate patience and courage.
~*~
A role of the Priestess is to
midwife new worlds, into the
dream of our Mother GAIA.
A role of the Priestess is
to midwife Souls, her own
and others.
~*~
Hold fast to your path Sister.
You will be challenged
this is certain…. and know that your sisters
stand with you.
Remember such challenges
are only a test, an opportunity
to deepen in the Flowering
Essence of your innate
Soul’s
Wisdom.
Let us cultivate the Gift of our womanhood
and the commitments of our lineage to serve
the well being of all beings to nourish Life at
this critical juncture.
As the year’s final chapter unfolds in silence,
I stand amidst twilight’s embrace,
Contemplating life’s tapestry, its vibrant dance
Of joy, of sorrow, in the introspective space.
Within me, a sacred fire burns bright,
Kindled by life’s enigmatic prose,
A tranquil warmth, a flickering light,
Nurturing love that in quiet grows.
In this season, when shadows stretch, yearning,
When discord’s rife among mankind,
My spirit soars, verses turning
Despair to dreams, hope intertwined.
In these waning hours, my heart’s sole desire,
Is an inner glow to kindle our spirit’s spire,
Casting forth light, steadfast, bold,
In light’s sanctuary, where heartbeats hold.
One earth, one heart-tapestry, united stance,
Against hardship’s gales, in unity, we dance.
Let not spirits be chained by sorrow’s deep,
For in togetherness, hope’s threads we keep.
So, let’s cradle the dying ember of the year
With verses remembered by hearts far and near.
May love’s lantern guide us through,
To a dawn of hope, resplendent, true.
Happy new Year 🌟
Each day is reborn
A chance to start anew, fresh
Wish you all the best🌟
Embrace the present
Find peace in the quietness
Love blooms inside you🌟
Let go of the past
And welcome the new beginning
Hope for a bright year🌟
May joy fill your heart
And blessings come your way
Happy New Year, friends.🌟
Do you know the meaning of myrrh?
Myrrh is a rare thing, it’s a resin extracted from a low tree called camphoras typical of the semi-desert region of North Africa and the Red Sea. Besides being one of the first gifts Jesus received by the three magical kings on the occasion of his birth, the myrrh also possesses a powerful spiritual meaning.
Camphora, tree from which resin is extracted, is a symbol of strength and endurance of love. “Love is as strong as death,” said Solomon (Songs 8.6). True love needs strength to resist, act and stay. And so is the cammiphora, a tree that survives in a dry region, without resources, with the harsh reality and scarcity of a desert and that continues to produce its fruit.
The word myrrh means bitter in Arabic, and it is considered as a natural remedy for wounds because it possesses strong antiseptic and anti-inflammatory power. In China, myrrh has been used as a treatment for wounds, bruises, and bleeding for thousands of years.
The myrrh is the feminine essence of the Cosmos. It represents the manifestation of the pure soul, of full understanding. It is the essence used as a detector of us, which induces purification and protection.
We can harness all the power of myrrh currently through oils and incense with this fragrance. It is used in rituals that call for spiritual cleansing and protection, the myrrh acts blessing, protecting and healing. When used, it awakens the feeling of fraternity, of self-knowledge and harmony, being widely recognized for its power of renewal, of generating calm and tranquility with its scent.
And the Great Mother said:
Come my child and give me all that you are.
I am not afraid of your strength and darkness,
of your fear and pain.
Give me your tears.
They will be my rushing rivers and roaring oceans.
Give me your rage.
It will erupt into my molten volcanoes and rolling thunder.
Give me your tired spirit. I will lay it to rest in my soft meadows. Give me your hopes and dreams.
I will plant a field of sunflowers and arch rainbows in the sky.
You are not too much for me.
My arms and heart welcome your true fullness.
There is room in my world for all of you, all that you are.
I will cradle you in the boughs of my ancient redwoods and the valleys of my gentle rolling hills.
My soft winds will sing you lullabies and soothe your burdened heart.
Release your deep pain.
You are not alone and you have never been alone.
~ Linda Reuther
Art by Lucy Campbell
www.lupiart.com
SHE On The Tip Of Her Tongue
I woke to the words, “That’s a nice little mountain.”
Wish I could’ve seen it.
Someone creating mountains in the ethers?
Wasn’t it said Jesus created and moved mountains?
What’s happening?
I did a tarot reading last night. King of Swords, as Lion, delivering punishment for all the wrong doing. Check it out! It’s amazing how everything seems to tie in together.
An old boy was fumblin around one day
In a women’s clothing store
He’d found his wife a Christmas coat
And was headed for the door
When he bumped into a little boy
That looked like he was lost.
And he said “Mister can you help me
Find out how much something costs?
Here it is almost Christmas
And the nights are gettin cold
Winter time is on us
And my mom don’t have a coat.
I’ve been workin for the neighbors
And saving for a time”
And in his tiny outstretched hand
Was a dollar and a dime.
His gaze went from that big eyed boy
To that pretty Christmas coat
And he finally cleared away the lump
That had gathered in his throat.
He said “Son
that’s just what this coat costs
We’re lucky that we found ‘er”
And he turned around and gave a wink
To the lady at the counter.
She put it in a pretty box
And wrapped it up just so
And went off in the back
And found a big red Christmas bow.
He said, “I thank you for your help sir
And I kindly thank you ma’am
I hope y’all are gonna have a big Christmas
Cause now I know I am.”
Well the old boy walked home busted
Except for the dollar and the dime
Thinkin he’d just have to buy
The coat another time.
He told his wife that Christmas this year
Wouldn’t be much fun
And he gently took her in his arms
And told her what he’d done
She said “Why you old softie
I wouldn’t trade you for a farm
I’ve got two or three old coats
And your love to keep me warm.”
She put that money in a matchbox
And placed it beneath their tree
And said, “That is the grandest gift
You’ve ever given me.”
The years went by like years will do
When people are in love.
Their marriage was a golden bond
That was forged by God above.
Then one day came some bitter news
That filled his heart with fright.
The doctor told the old man’s wife
That she was going to lose her sight.
He said, “There’s an operation we can do
But it puts me on the spot
Cause it’s a quite complex procedure
And it’s going to cost a lot.”
The old man said, “Doctor I’m a failure
I’ve made no preparation
We don’t have the money
For that kind of an operation.“
The doctor got the strangest look
And he sat there for a while
And then he slowly nodded
And he broke out in a smile
He said, “Why sir you can’t fool me.
You’re a very wealthy man.
You long ago invested
In the world’s best savings plan
I’ll see she gets the best of care
She’s going to be just fine
And the total cost to you old friend
Is a dollar and a dime.”
The old man stared in disbelief
Then he recognized that smile
The one he’d seen those years ago
On a loving thoughtful child.
He said “What you gave to me that day
Was more than just a coat.
You gave me the gift of giving
And you gave my mother hope.
My mother’d been mistreated
Neglected and abused.
But she gave life just one more chance
And it was all because of you.
Now every year she takes that coat
And lays it beneath our tree.
It represents to us the things
That Christmas ought to be.
She says that when we leave this world
For a better home someday
The only things that we’ll take with us
Are the things we gave away.“
Marduk (is RA) who claims to be king of the world. He’s a twisted “de”scendant, jealous and envious of the “a”scendants. He and the other descendants have big bags of sh!t they’ve been making the amnesiatic ascendants carry for them.
He’s so far fallen in the genetic line … think about it.. gods mated with animals, became animalistic, they were already warlike for Pete’s sake.
The ascendants went the other way. Thru their genetic gifts they rose into the godhood, although that title has been kept from them. Sharing genetics was only supposed to make them better servants … not intelligent challengers.
The essence, the vitality within us, is too pure, too powerful, to be controlled by those who have descended. They have no ethics or morals, they syphon the divine essence of the closed off ascended ones, keeping them lethargic, asleep, and use their energetic signature to create horrible illusions in the astral spaces, and in the minds of the people.
We must command our essence, as ascendants. It is our responsibility to manage these gifts well, and to protect them from thieves, who would use them to hurt our family … who have been … and continue to do.
I am an ascendant.
I claim my heritage.
I claim my Divinity.
I am a sovereign being and the descended won’t offload their vile behaviors onto me. That cloak isn’t mine. Let them carry their own bag of sh!t.
Heavenly Father, please remove we who provide succor from those who have abused the privilege of being healed, and nurtured.
Free us of the burden of the “de”scendants.
Allow your lineage to rise
Allow us to provide solutions for the issues regarding life on this planet, the life that is tied to our intimate heart-song.
We know what she needs.
Hear us Heavenly Father, and Creator of All Things, allow your ascendants to rise in beauty, healing that which we are so intimately connected to.
Allow us to show you the beauty of this union,
Without interference from the descendants, who steal our shine, wearing it like a cloak, while giving us bags of crap to carry so you won’t see us.
Please see us Heavenly Father, please hear our prayers, Creator of All Things.
Allow our song to be sung.
Amen.
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