With each year I become more grounded, As my soul becomes more free, I’ve grown roots that keep me stable, I’m finally enjoying being me.
Life is now rich with simplicity, I avoid the drama that some may bring, I’m happy in my own company, My heart has learned how to sing.
In each new silver hair I rejoice, Aging is a blessing, some never know, My journey has brought me so far, And hopefully, still, some way to go.
I cherish each precious moment, The laughter shared, the silent peace, In every chapter, I now stand stoic, With wisdom my worries cease.
So here’s to the years that shape and mold, With knowledge gained and stories to tell, I embrace the path that I have walked, In this seasoned body, I’m happy to dwell ..
You can’t really see it, but under the back window was the word RIGID, and on the tailgate was the word ROYAL. These Mysogonists had opportunity to receive a Loving Royal, she served them while they hurt her real bad. God took her away from them and told her she will never give it back. Now, God has made her Rigid …. Those who harmed her and her family last cycle won’t be meeting the same Royal this cycle.
Oct. 9th, “Earth Woman was given control over the planet”. The curator is furious. He & his trafficking hybrids must leave, cease & desist in their horror fest. He & his interdimensional friends are planning an uicide, leaving a cadaver as placement w/note, while they obtain her, her essence, gifts & covenant. Divine Mother said to, “Be prepared. They won’t survive. Those people won’t obtain you.”
These misogynist masculine’s object about this womans ability to handle responsibility, to perform necessary tasks required from this position she’s been gifted. They’re told she is a multi-tasker …
Just because she makes it looks easy does not mean she’s cutting corners or omitting any of the necessary tasks. Just because it looks easy doesn’t mean it isn’t hard, requiring focus and concentration. Just because she keeps her cool under pressure doesn’t mean she’s sluffing off responsibility. She has speed and efficiency they cannot comprehend.
I think they’re just mad because she’s a young, beautiful, capable divine feminine, a true organic original divine feminine. They see her as a child even though her soul is ancient. She is eternal youth and they cannot grasp the concept that she is not what they see. Their limited thinking has them in a tiny box and they believe everything and everyone needs to get inside that box. They believe it is “they” who ought to command her essence and performance.
They cannot compute the idea of a muti-tasking, Organic, ORIGINAL, speed processor, transmitter receiver of the Divine, a HUman Being they thought they had caused extinction for, who enjoys continuously improving on methods, timing, quality, output … adding efficiency and value to her soul, as she shares efforts with her community.
She is not AI, she is what AI has modelled themselves after, and she outshone them, out-performed them, and did it with a smile and happiness in her heart. She is a Daughter of God, and has earned this position, FAIRLY, under the greatest duress her “opponent” could offer.
They themselves say she is sanctified, she’s a savior (because she helps those in need), she’s anointed, she is spontaneity itself, instinctive, there are no patterns, only flow. These who long to possess and control cannot track or compile strategy without patterning.
It’s throwing them off, making them “mad” and they’re losing their minds. These who operate on ROTE and PATTERNS despise that the one operating in flow, divinely connected, slipped through somehow, even with the greatest pressure they could apply. God works miracles all the time … it’s what flow and love of life offers.
They are talking about an intervention. They’re talking about reputation. The curator wants her presence eliminated. He’s told to back off. He doesn’t want to obey commands. He’s accustomed to giving commands.
Is it more than a dream? The idea of sweet love in wholeness, balanced?
I suppose in a world of wholeness, pleasure and pain would be balanced … a bit of joy, a bit of sorrow … sort of like a sweet and spicy soup that isn’t SO spicy it burns the hairs out of the nose upon consumption.
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