Now is the time to know that all you do is sacred.
Now, why not consider a lasting truce with yourself and God?
Now is the time to understand that all your ideas of right and wrong were just a child’s training wheels to be laid aside when you can finally live with veracity and love.
Hafiz is a divine envoy whom the beloved has written a holy message upon.
My dear, please tell me, why do you still throw sticks at your heart and God?
What is it in that sweet voice inside that incites you to fear?
Now is the time for the world to know that every thought and action is sacred. This is the time for you to deeply compute the impossibility that there is anything but Grace.
Now is the season to know that everything you do is sacred.
When you see a homeless person, who is scraping to get by, still able to smile … or a prostitute, or a mentally, or otherwise, incarcerated person … be wary of how you treat them. Many of them are God’s chosen people.
They insert themselves into the lowliest places, the roughest and toughest and dimmest places, to bring the light, to gather authentic information, to write their testimony. How do you suppose they will describe the world? You and me?
When the polar shift happens and suddenly they receive their divine inheritance, what testimony will they give the Most High? About you? About me?
If you’ve ever had hardship, you added the experience, all of the experiences, and who did and said what, who stood for you and who couldn’t care less, to your personal testimony. This really needs to be considered when we think of others if we are to be so bold as to be in this world as some sort of authority.
The testimonies of the so-called undesirables will be very intense, unbelievable stories of how they experienced people in this world.
They will not sugar coat their testimony. They’ll describe the truth of the experience, the truth of the state of the collective, as a whole.
Will the Most High be lenient when he receives these testimonies? When he reads the Akashic of his hidden warriors?
The secret chamber of the heart (San-skrit Ananda-Kanda, “the root of joy”) is one of the spiritual centers, or chakras, within your body for the release of God’s light.
The threefold flame anchored within this chamber is your divine spark-literally a spark of sacred fire from the heart of God.
It is your point of contact with the Supreme Source of all life.
You can send divine love from your heart to all those in need by giving this simple prayer daily.
O Love of God, immortal Love, Enfold all in thy ray. Send compassion from above To raise them all today! In the fuliness of thy power, Shed thy glorious beams Upon the earth and all thereon Where life in shadow seems! Let the Light of God blaze forth To cut men free from pain. Raise them up and clothe them, God, With thy mighty I AM name!
I am grateful, and give thanks for the many lessons and teachings along the way in this life. During the past near six decades, I’ve gained experience in many areas, today I’d like to discuss dressing for success.
As a young girl and lady, I lived in the wilderness. The only real appropriate clothes for a tree climbing Tom boy were Levi’s and t-shirts. Tromping around in the wilderness all day wasn’t really a place to be thinking about fashion and “style”.
At school we were treated as we were … poor. We couldn’t afford the clothing or fun games and toys and things the popular kids and their friends had.
As a young woman, I worked in the ship yard. The attire there was steel toed boots, hard hats, Levi’s, and t-shirts. After a couple years I was laid off and got an indoor job.
I began sewing my own clothes. I chose skirts and blouses, back then pantyhose was a thing. I got the looks, oh yes … lust from the masculine and ire from the feminine. It was intense! The perceptions and personas that hit the energy body are sometimes so powerful it’s cringe worthy.
As I aged I gained weight. I began wearing comfortable clothes, clothes that went well with a heavier frame, dress for work casual for home. I felt heavy, sluggish, and thankfully all the lust and ire stopped.
I lost the weight. I still wore the larger clothes, at least until they fell off and I had no choice but to buy smaller. I was invisible, hidden in the folds of extra fabric.
I decided to purchase “going to church” clothes which double as work clothes. I began to get the side-eye from the masculine again … and the ire, the stealy knife glare coming off the feminine. It’s wild.
In the past (middle past) I tried to hide in the shadows. Saying no to a date request and managing the backlash of hurt from that became too much … this isn’t ego, it’s a real thing. Feelings are fragile. When you’re attractive, people want to date you, even if you don’t want to, not looking for it, and have to tell them so. They take it personal, and if too many get rejected then sometimes the energy of multiple rejections can get really heavy and dangerous feeling.
That being said, I like to look pretty. I feel a certain way about self when I look in the mirror and see myself looking good. When I get compliments, it makes me feel good that I took the time, made the effort. Admiration is nice, energetic or physical pawing, not so nice. Can it be any other way?
I once dated a biker who was also a baker for Fred Meyer. He wore all white by night, and black leather by day. With him it was a Gemini life, swapping personas frequently, and it is true, the attire makes the attitude.
If I don’t wish attention, I wear overalls, Levi’s, stained jeans and t-shirts. If I wish to look nice for church, and taking myself out to breakfast later, I will … if I want to show my tattoos, if I choose to cover them … the whole of every occasion, I experience life and it’s various perceptions of Self, surrounding me, poking me with its attention, drilling me with its emotion … sometimes subtle, sometimes intense, sometimes seducing, sometimes causing a quick removal of self … stranger danger!
I love people, and the way folks dress affect their perceptions and responses and characteristics.
Hair styles are really wonderful ways to gain varying responses from life which surrounds us too.
Every so often I’ll nearly shave my head. People are strange, in that the majority automatically treat me like a gay woman, a punk, or whatever … they shun me, speak softly behind hands while side-eyeing me.
I’ll let it grow and curl it, make it sensual, flowing, and the energy I receive is much different.
I encourage people to try on different attire, different hair styles, go to different arenas, partake in a variety of activity.
Learn as much as you can about as much as you can.
Not just by wearing the persona and partaking in the activities, but by becoming something for a time and watching the worlds response. Not because you don’t like self and want to become someone else, but because by doing so you gain valuable information about the sociodynamics of a society and the workings of the collective mind.
When we dress for success … overalls on the farm, long wool skirts and blouses at work, gym clothes at the gym, evening gowns at the opera … enjoy being in these spaces, not pretending to “fit in” but to gain experience and wisdom by simply being present with the collective in these spaces.
The information in the collective field will attach itself to you and whatever persona, experience, you’re wishing to create for self. The experience already exists, you’re just tapping in. It’s why switching up attitudes while in different attire is so easy, we become the field of collective awareness, we tap in to the experience.
Could potentially be the truest meaning of living vicariously … through the awareness of the collective field.
When I wake up in the morning I decide, what energy do I want to wear today? What responses or reactions do I wish to receive from the people in my surroundings? How can I best achieve this by my choice in presentation?
A man was sitting with back against a sign post at an intersection. He was wearing a Batman mask, a half faced mask. Sitting there, he was resting his wrists on knees, head tilted back in what appeared to be meditation. He had no sign. Passing, I saw his beard was salt and pepper, well trimmed. It freaked me out a little, what with white hats and black hats and talk of Batman and who knows what.
Today, I went through the same intersection. As I slowly approached the intersection I saw a man wearing a Batman mask. He was furiously whittling on a walking stick, taking the bark off or something. As I approached, I rolled down the window. He walked over and I handed him a tuna/cracker combo pack and told him I liked his mask. His beard was yellowed, matted even. He was high spirited (not stoned). He thanked me happily, wished me a happy new year as I drove off.
I sit here, wondering about the first man I saw. Can I trust my own vision? 🧐😳🤔😉
Perhaps the first vision was my shape-shifting guardian Angel.
One can dream. 💯🥰💥
One can build this into one’s personal reality. And this, I choose to do.
When I was a girl, my dogs and I would go strolling through the wilderness. Whenever we’d come across a snake, they would paw and dig furiously at it, finally picking it up in mouth and flinging it out into the forest somewhere.
Dog :: reminding us of what is important in an upside-down world.
As I was half dozing last night/this morning, I was thinking about the thought forms in the collective field … those viruses of shame, guilt, anger, lust, those ideas we aren’t good enough, or worthy, those thoughts encouraging folks to think lowly of self, to hate self, to want to end self … and I called on the holy canine to sweep the collective field, rousting out these snakes and doing their thing to clear them.
I woke to near silence.
May all who work so diligently on behalf of the Divine, the Sacred called Life flowing within all beings and things, be blessed abundantly, surrounded by the Might of the Most High, protected, guarded and guided as they move in this world.
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.
The sky is blue because it’s the waters of the heavens. The previous deluge was caused by a hole being punctured in the firmament. Ninmah swore her children would never be drowned again. You see Elon’s rockets exploding in a burst when it hits the firmament? They’re trying to drain the heavenly waters, create a breech.
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