He inquired of an invisible dominator masculine, “They like Dogs? Do they make their life better?”
Unfortunately, they like to get in my mental space, so they get to hear my opinion.
I responded, “How is it you are in management of anyone if you are ignorant of the fact that having someone or something to love and care for makes life better?”
F-ing Jack wagons.
Oblivious to the intricacies of relationship which make life worth living.
Dogs are friends, guardians, children, protectors, companions who accept without judgement and are always happy to see us, willing to go and do whatever it is we ask …
That masculines ignorance is astounding. Who decided he was worthy of leadership?
Nefarious governing bodies injected nanobots into the bioforms. These nanobots are used to cause strokes, annurisms, and other electrical issues in the functioning organs of the body. It’s not a test or something of the future. It’s now.
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.
For 20 years I heard the tormented screams and cries of children begging for someone to save them. For 20 years I yearned for silence, doing everything possible to keep self from falling into madness.
“Normal” people think being psychic means the mind is broken. They don’t hold back their cruelty in this regard.
Now days, big shifts are happening. The cries of the children are near silent, at least for me. (Thanks be to the Most High, my King, and our beloved family, this collective of Soul, with many skills and talents, expertise on many levels, in many realms).
Sometimes I like to listen to heavy metal guitar. I have a current favorite, Tommy Johansson. I don’t know if it’s his baby face or what, but he is fascinating.
Last night Spirit said silence is golden.
Yes. It is.
To be able to sit in meditation without the cries, without the taunting, the maddening and brutal attack upon my consciousness, is pure bliss.
However, I still hear them, these interfering dominators, god wannabees.
So occasionally, as I enjoy freedom of expression and free will choice, I choose what to fill my head space with. As I hear complaint, I smile. The darker aspect of self is pleased my taunting, tormenter companions disprove my choice. It pleases me greatly, for I actually enjoy it very much. The fact it upsets them is just a bonus.
Years ago, I had vision of a silent woman. She wore a burnt orange turban, matching dress. Her hands were folded at her waist. She had light skin. It was as though she was asking me for help. Later, she appeared again. Her headwear was a worn out scarf, not even pretty, and her dress was unmatched rags. She looked panicked. They punished her for appearing before me.
When I hear “silence is golden” I think of the children, I think of this woman, and many others I won’t get into at this time.
I get angry.
How dare you dictate to me what I contribute or don’t in this space? How dare you try to control my menu, my movement, my expression?
For twenty years we ALL heard the children. We ALL watched as men in the astral were in “rutting season”, seeking an energy source (lower chakra, sexual energy) suitable for them … all while the children cried.
I spit on them!
And I spit on those who would attempt to silence me.
Piss on you.
My King has stated you’ll get what you deserve. He is Truth. And I Am Patient.
Aho.
Oh don’t it hurt deep inside To see someone do something to her Oh don’t it pain to see someone cry How especially if that someone is her
Silence is golden But my eyes still see Silence is golden, golden But my eyes still see
Talking is cheap people follow like sheep Even though there is no where to go How could she tell he deceived her so well Pity she’ll be the last one to know
Silence is golden But my eyes still see Silence is golden, golden But my eyes still see
How many times will she fall for his lines Should I tell her or should I be cool And if I tried I know she’d say I lied Mind your business don’t hurt her you fool
Silence is golden But my eyes still see Silence is golden, golden But my eyes still see But my eyes still see But my eyes still see
If you were “placed” in a narcissistic family at birth, it’s because they knew your potential power. This was intentional, to destroy your self-worth, to crush your spirit through rejection, demeaning treatments, and suffering. You were placed in poor situations to encourage drug and alcohol addictions. It’s a distraction from who you truly are, and what you are truly capable of … your mission.
Narcissism isnt specifically about characteristic traits. Narcissism is a Spirit. This Spirit has the same characteristics, no matter which body it is attached to.
The spirit/soul of a “narcissist” is bound by that Spirit. They are puppets, who must behave in a particular way, exhibiting certain traits that will cause specific agitations, anger, or chaotic situations. It’s their purpose, to dominate a situation and bring chaos to it. They like to think of it as control. Perhaps in a way it is, controlled chaos.
When we separate ourselves from folks who have this Spirit attachment, they will get angry, defensive, insisting they are a benefit in your life. Some may threaten you for leaving. Some will certainly shoot mental knives at you, and throwing toxic, dark energy into your solar plexus.
Step back.
The “person” is gone, a shell remains, a “person”-ality puppeted by darker energies. You can literally feel it when it’s present, especially if you’ve been in Spiritual warfare with it for any length of time.
Release the guilt of severing attachment to such forces.
You don’t have to play their games.
You don’t have to accept being dominated, rewritten, controlled.
Technology is so far advanced, the sleepers who believe all in governing bodies are transparent couldn’t fathom the reality, which is, instead.
When there is great suffering, or joy, there is great and potent energy. Situations are perpetuated purposefully to develop specific strains of energy.
Sports, war, music concerts, etc …
When people respond unapologetically, potently, allowing their emotions to grow into mental/chaos/pain energy, or excited/chaos/celebration energy, wrapped in the magnetics of emotion, unleashed without restraint …
The energy is harvested and utilized to tighten the cords of oppression.
Control your emotional energy. Or the energies will be used to control you.
It’s much more sophisticated and wide-spread than you may think. Here’s a good place to start researching:
A bidirectional and low-frequency energy harvester for collecting human crowd energy in shopping malls
They don’t have to be in the same room with a person in order to target their specific vibrational frequency, alter the nervous system, excite it to generate a specific energy signature, then harvest it.
Thieves with knowledge access the sleeping mind and body of a bioform possessing a potent signature, excite then harvest the energy, and manifest material wealth off of it, for themselves, while the target bioform remains depleted in its own.
Many poor souls believe sex dreams are an actual soul mate or twin flame in spirit, thinking because it “feels good” it can’t possibly be nefarious. They are batteries, and don’t even know it.
Do you remember in the 50’s or 60’s when there was a brief phenomena of spontaneous combustion going on? Ya … it was all a test. And so many refuse to consider the truth.
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