I Woke Up This Morning
And I’m In Love.
3 short years ago. I thought it was djinn, but it could have been military…. Who knows?
I have never claimed to know it all. I learn as I go. I graduated beyond this experience 3 years ago. Folks who wish to criticize can play teacher on their own channel.
I am not anyones religious guru.
I was raised in the wilderness by a narcissist who never talked about God.
We unknowings are typically the target of the knowing.
I raised myself to the best of my ability.
I posted this memory as evidence, and reminder, as to where I was vs where I currently am.
There is nothing shameful about our journey …
Every ounce of knowing developed along the way makes us who we are.
There will always be someone who judges our story as insufficient and dangerous for the world.
This is what is dangerous, telling the bird it cannot fly without permission.
When the Most High, according to my knowing, kicks us out the nest …
And says, fly.
It upsets me I even have to defend this traumatic memory from an “all knowing” invisible “teacher” who isn’t thee Creator Divine.
Here is another memory from right about this time, info gather from additional research and inquiry…
Q:
Are you taunting them?
A:
No. I’m only helping them create a perspective.
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I do not acknowledge anyone who claims authority to command the essence of Me.
I claim my Sacred Heritage.
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A little too much
And a little too little
Goes a long way.
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Blessed is SHE who can RISE from her Slumber & make the EARTH quake at her feet. Yet, walks gently.
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It’s a Hero’s Journey. Break the program. Shift the routine, the hypnotic pre-conditioned patterns.
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Please, listen to some of the things you say of others. And ask if you want to be talked of in the same manner. Not whether it would be true or not, simply if you want to be talked about in like manner. If not, perhaps make an adjustment.
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When you are vulnerable with someone, you get a glimpse of how the relationship will go by the way they treat you.
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I used to be a supreme a-hole. I’m in recovery.
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“Not only are you powerful, you are prestigious. Not only are you prestigious, you are beautiful. Not only are you beautiful, you are consciousness. Not only are you consciousness, you are the spirit. Not only are you the spirit, you are the security of the future, the most bountiful beauty ever God created. Men call it ‘woman.’”
-Yogi Bhajan, July 23, 1984
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We are all wounded,
bearing invisible scars that lie deep within our souls—
where no light dares to reach.
We move through life with hearts stitched together
by trembling hands and whispered hopes,
praying that no one looks too closely.
The world teaches us to wear masks,
to force a smile when it hurts,
to cover our cracks and pretend we are whole.
But the truth is, we are all broken—
each of us carrying untold stories
we’re too scared to share.
The mother who sheds silent tears
long after her children have drifted to sleep.
The man who laughs the loudest,
masking an emptiness that echoes through the night.
The friend who always says, “I’m fine,”
because she knows that no one truly asks twice.
We bleed differently.
Some wounds are fresh—
still raw and aching to the touch.
Others have formed fragile scabs,
but the pain lingers like a ghost,
haunting us when we press too hard.
And some are buried so deep
we’ve convinced ourselves they don’t exist—
until something unexpected tears them open again.
Maybe it was betrayal that shattered you.
Maybe it was the love you poured out
that was never returned.
Maybe it was the dream you chased
only to be left with empty hands.
Or the person you lost too soon—
a void that time has failed to fill.
Maybe it was the harsh words you endured as a child,
or the deafening silence when you needed comfort most.
But listen, love—
your wounds do not make you weak.
They make you human.
They are proof of a life fiercely lived,
of battles fought with a heart brave enough to feel.
Your pain is a testament to your strength,
to the resilience of a soul
that refuses to give up.
And though we are all wounded,
we are also healers—
carrying soft words in our hearts,
offering comfort through unspoken understanding.
We mend each other with kind gestures,
with the warmth of a gentle touch,
with a reminder whispered in the quiet—
“You’re not alone.”
That is how we begin to heal.
So do not hide your wounds.
Do not pretend they are invisible.
Let them breathe—
let them teach you tenderness,
reminding you that every soul you meet
is fighting a battle unseen.
We are all wounded,
but we are also unbreakable.
We may stumble, but we rise again.
We may break, but we rebuild—
stronger, wiser, and braver than before.
Our scars are stories—
not just of pain and loss
but of courage and survival.
So if you feel broken today,
know this, my love—
you are not alone.
You belong to a world of souls
who wear their cracks with grace,
shining light through their brokenness.
And that—
that is what makes us beautifully,
irrevocably human.
In Union, there is challenge, and blessing.
God doesn’t make mistakes when He brings two together as One. It is the challenge and the blessing, and the connected management of these things which supports the Rise, and the Reward.
Together, managing the challenges well, the blessings are fortified and increased, much greater than originally.
If one chooses to be a slacker, they’ll take the original blessing, martyring the gift of the connection and leave the other with the challenge.
Sometimes, the one carrying the challenge will manage it on their own and rise exponentially, unexpectedly.
The reward is greater for this one than the original gift due to the extreme of the challenge.
The one who took the blessing and had fun at the others expense, receives no greater reward, and loses what they had, due to lack of effort, for betrayal, and for rejecting the gift of Union the Most High granted.
When Two Become One ~
It is said God / Goddess are unknowable. Humanity is made in the image of …
How many times have you noted yourself in relationship, sometimes for many years, and out of the blue you realize you never knew them? Resting in the energy, intimate in every way, yet still … unknown to you.
It isn’t a fluke or a trick, it is the hidden gem the Almighty seeded within each and every one of us, the unknowable.
Sometimes this unknowable quality is purposefully hidden.
Some think if they hide it rather than accept the challenge of metamorphosis, with Gods choice of partner, they can replace it with their own version and simply dress it up in the energy of … ‘tricking’ the Most High into believing they accepted the challenge, and ‘became’ accordingly … a villainous attempt to prove Gods Chosen unworthy by committing fraud, wearing a mask, donning their energy, and behaving in a degraded manner. They later say, I tried boss! But (s)he was a Hobag!!! The whole time the true true was buried under blame and shame.
The illusions can get very convoluted.
It is our duty in this union to grow with each other, to ‘become’ as One.
Mostly, people remain hung up on who they ‘think’ they are, they remain focused on their personal needs and desires, forgetting they are a new creation meant to increase together.
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.
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.
Don’t give your power to the monster mind.
People you ache for will reject you
Let them
People are going to show you
with their actions
the painful reality of who they are
Let them
People are going to violate
your boundaries
and then blame you
Let them
People are going to believe
their own version of who you are
despite truth or facts
Let them
People are going to misunderstand
misalign and malign you
Let them
I know it’s agony
to allow false stories
to take center stage
rather than truth
but let them
This way lies power
and healing and self-reclamation
The energy you were spending to gain
approval, inclusion, validation
is a false-belonging wound
that’s bleeding you dry
Warning:
To “Let Them”
requires many
stops
and
starts
Stop
the hemorrhage
of explaining
Stop
the frazzle
of justifying
Stop swallowing
the slow-killing poison
of defending
Stop striving, earning, performing
Stop telling yourself
you need their back-breaking
version of love
or understanding
Stop allowing their judgement
to injure your self-love
Take a breath
Dare
to fill your lungs
with something other than
anxiety
Exhale
diminishment
Inhale
expansion
Now start
Start
seeking inside you
the thing that you
always wanted from them
Start
owning all your truth
the beauties
and the beastly
daring to embrace it all
Start
delighting in the wonder of you
as vast as a moon-sky blanket
and dazzling
as a starlit circus
Start
healing the fracture
of your tender fierce heart
gluing and gilding
the jagged edges
with the 24 karat courage
Forgive yourself
for mistaking them
for your power source
The day you start
giving yourself
the love
you wanted from them
is the first day of your freedom
A sky walker once said,
“We’re all living in cages
with the doors wide open.”
You, little songbird, deserve to be free
Take wing from the prison
of your thoughts
You’ll soar
They’ll criticize
Let them
~ Angi Sullins prints, books and card decks http://www.angisullins.com
Art by Digitiel
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