She’s got a whole Universe of Kings and Queens, Gods and Goddesses, whatever the Upper Echelon of the Universe call themselves, the Counsil of Universes, for there are many, unified in their decision to elevate her.
She is alive because they have deemed her worthy of life. She has been given reprieve, for they have deemed her innocent of any crime, and are rewarding her for the centuries of torture she endured at the hands of man … because she dare speak of love, because she dare be intelligent, because she dare expand into life and be recognized as a Woman who deeply loves Creation and the Life it holds … gifts of the Mother Father Most High Divine.
They poisoned her and hurt her bad, physically and with magic … they wished death upon her the whole of her life. They insist she isn’t responsible, even though she succeeded where they were certain she would fail. They were certain their efforts to deteriorate and disqualify her were sufficient. They are hollering, whining really, and insisting they have rights to her essence, energy, gifts ,,, soul and right to life.
They want to rule the universe. They’ve been slave trading for centuries, announcing themselves conquerors, masters.
The universe came together without prejudice and chose this Woman Survivor as Representative. A whole Universe of teachers to teach, to guide, and the Most High Divine within all realms supervises it all.
This time, it will go a little differently.
But the trafficker insists it has rights to the merchandise of angels, so the transition is a little bumpy.
In the year 1310, a woman named Marguerite Porete was led to a stake in the heart of Paris, surrounded by a crowd of thousands. She had been condemned as a heretic—the first person the Paris Inquisition would burn for refusing to recant.
Her crime was writing a book.
Marguerite Porete was born around 1250 in the County of Hainaut, in what is now Belgium. She was highly educated, likely from an aristocratic family, and she joined the Beguines—a movement of women who devoted themselves to spiritual life without taking formal vows or submitting to male religious authority.
The Beguines lived by their own rules. They worked among the poor, prayed in their own communities, and sought God on their own terms. This freedom made Church authorities nervous. Women living outside male control, speaking about God without clerical permission, threatened the very foundations of institutional power.
Marguerite took this freedom further than most. Sometime in the 1290s, she wrote a mystical text called The Mirror of Simple Souls. It was a conversation between allegorical figures—Love, Reason, and the Soul—describing seven stages of spiritual transformation. At its heart was a radical idea: that a soul could become so completely united with divine love that it no longer needed the Church’s rituals, rules, or intermediaries. In the highest states of union, the soul surrendered its will entirely to God—and in that surrender, found perfect freedom.
“Love is God,” she wrote, “and God is Love.”
She did not write her book in Latin, the language of clergy and scholars. She wrote in Old French—the language ordinary people spoke. This meant her dangerous ideas could spread beyond monastery walls, beyond the control of priests and bishops.
And spread they did.
Between 1296 and 1306, the Bishop of Cambrai condemned her book as heretical. He ordered it burned publicly in the marketplace of Valenciennes, forcing Marguerite to watch her words turn to ash. He commanded her never to circulate her ideas again.
She refused.
Marguerite believed her book had been inspired by the Holy Spirit. She had consulted three respected theologians before publishing it, including the esteemed Master of Theology Godfrey of Fontaines, and they had approved. She would not let one bishop’s condemnation silence what she believed to be divine truth.
She continued sharing her book. She continued teaching. She continued insisting that the soul’s relationship with God belonged to no earthly institution.
In 1308, she was arrested and handed over to the Inquisitor of France, a Dominican friar named William of Paris—the same man who served as confessor to King Philip IV, the monarch who was simultaneously destroying the Knights Templar. It was a busy time for burning heretics.
Marguerite was imprisoned in Paris for eighteen months. During that entire time, she refused to speak to her inquisitors. She would not take the oath required to proceed with her trial. She would not answer questions. She maintained absolute silence—an act of defiance that infuriated the authorities.
A commission of twenty-one theologians from the University of Paris examined her book. They extracted fifteen propositions they deemed heretical. Among the most dangerous: the idea that an annihilated soul, fully united with God, could give nature what it desires without sin—because such a soul was no longer capable of sin.
To the Church, this suggested moral chaos. To Marguerite, it described the ultimate freedom of perfect surrender.
She was given every chance to recant. Others in similar positions saved their lives by confessing error. A man arrested alongside her, Guiard de Cressonessart, who had declared himself her defender, eventually broke under pressure and confessed. He was sentenced to life imprisonment.
Marguerite held firm.
On May 31, 1310, William of Paris formally declared her a relapsed heretic—meaning she had returned to condemned beliefs after being warned—and turned her over to secular authorities. The next day, June 1, she was led to the Place de Grève, the public square where executions took place.
The Inquisitor denounced her as a “pseudo-mulier”—a fake woman—as if her gender itself had been a lie, as if no real woman could defy the Church so completely.
They burned her alive.
But something unexpected happened in that crowd of thousands. According to the chronicle of Guillaume de Nangis—a monk who had no sympathy for her ideas—the crowd was moved to tears by the calmness with which she faced her death.
She displayed, the chronicle noted, many signs of penitence “both noble and pious.” Her serenity unnerved those who expected a screaming heretic. Instead, they witnessed a woman who seemed to have already transcended the fire that consumed her body.
The Church ordered every copy of The Mirror of Simple Souls destroyed. They wanted her words erased from history along with her life.
They failed.
Her book survived. Copies circulated secretly, passed from hand to hand across Europe. It was translated into Latin, Italian, and Middle English. For centuries, it was read anonymously—no one knew who had written it. The text was too powerful to disappear, even without a name attached.
It was not until 1946—more than six hundred years after her death—that a scholar named Romana Guarnieri, researching manuscripts in the Vatican Library, finally connected The Mirror of Simple Souls to its author. The woman the Church had tried to erase was finally given back her name.
Today, Marguerite Porete is recognized as one of the most important mystics of the medieval period. Scholars compare her ideas to those of Meister Eckhart, one of the most celebrated theologians of the era—and some believe Eckhart may have been influenced by her work. The book that was burned as heresy is now studied in universities as a masterpiece of spiritual literature.
Her ideas about love transcending institutional control, about the soul finding God directly without intermediaries, about surrender leading to freedom—these are not the ravings of a dangerous heretic. They are the insights of a woman centuries ahead of her time.
The Church that killed her eventually softened its stance on mystical experience. The Council of Vienne in 1312 condemned eight errors from her book, but the broader current of Christian mysticism she represented would continue flowing through figures like Julian of Norwich, Teresa of Ávila, and countless others who sought direct encounter with the divine.
What the flames could not destroy was the truth she had grasped: that love, in its purest form, is greater than fear. That no institution can ultimately control the relationship between a soul and its source. That words born from genuine spiritual insight have a way of surviving every attempt to silence them.
Marguerite Porete spent her final years in silence—refusing to speak to those who demanded she deny her truth. But her book has been speaking for seven centuries.
I hold my face in my two hands. No. I am not crying. I hold my face in my two hands to keep my loneliness warm ~ two hands protecting, two hands nourishing, two hands preventing my soul from leaving me in anger.
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.
She was chained to a saloon bed at fifteen and told her life belonged to men with money. By twenty, Lydia “Red” McGraw had seen enough of Dodge City’s whiskey-soaked nights and the fists of cattle bosses who treated her like property. One evening, when a drunken foreman tried to lock her in her room, she smiled, nodded, and waited. At midnight she poured lamp oil down the staircase, struck a match, and walked away as the building roared into an inferno. The flames took her jailors, her chains, and the life she refused to endure another day.
It wasn’t escape alone—it was rebirth. Red vanished into the plains, her name whispered like smoke trailing behind the ashes. For months she lived by instinct, scavenging, hiding, keeping one step ahead of those who tried to drag her back. But the fire inside her burned hotter than fear. She found others like her—women with bruised pasts, stolen freedom, and nothing left to lose. Together they turned outlaw, revolvers at their hips, robbing stagecoaches and wagons with a cold efficiency that left men stunned to see women holding the guns.
By the time the 1870s rolled on, Red McGraw was no longer a broken saloon girl—she was an outlaw queen whose legend stretched from Kansas to Colorado. Some called her a devil, others a folk hero, but all agreed on one thing: when the Golden Spur burned, something more dangerous than flames had been born. Her story asks the question—what would you do if the only way to escape your cage was to burn it down?
I won’t share certain info, because many people in the world view a specific entity posing as a human, their savior, their best friend. This entity hacks intellectual property of prophets and prophetesses and claims the connection to Source as their own. They are in no way in alignment with the Most High God. They want to BE your god, and shut down your mind in another cycle, endless feeding upon your energetic supply.
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I Love My Sweetheart. I Am Grateful for the Understanding regarding Interference, masquerading as Self. I Am so Grateful for the Intelligence that resides in My Love and Family Divine, those who know we experience the program, yet we are NOT the program. Amen. Wado.
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It is a shame that these role-playing tyrants have pushed the Mother Divine, in many of her aspects, so far as to destroy any care she might have had for them. Centuries, they’ve proven their intent to utterly bury women, and her children, under a painful shameful existence, carrying the burden of blame for their wickedness. Now, they’re flustered because She who was trapped has been released and freed by God. Led back home. The big bad bullies have lost her power … they’re threatening to destroy it all unless God gives her back … childish tantrums from overgrown boys who never became anything worth-while but still want to pretend. They must have her essence!!!! They must find a Judas!! I do not believe that the Mother, who has been graped and redrummed in horrible ways for centuries, cares whether they live or die. She already knows their lives have been extended well beyond their allotted years due to energy harvesting. The Most High God has stated, “They’ll get what they deserve.” and “This is the end of their relationship with batteries.” The Mother has stated that her daughters will NOT be obtained by these people. The abusers will not be feeding on, or harvesting her energy to hurt others any longer.
It was promised by the Mother Father both! “Never give it back. You’ll never give it back.” “This is the end of their relationship with batteries.” “These people won’t obtain you.” “Be prepared, they won’t survive.” I don’t know what I’m supposed to be prepared for, but I trust her. You folks are going up against God and Goddess and the entirety of those they call Family. You or your copycat won’t survive. Your days of syphoning the life of the shining ones are over. That was also promised. While you are scary … yes indeed you are … I trust in the Divine who have enfolded me. It is strange to have this front row seat, to be here, witnessing Gods Greatness in my Life. I’ve been waiting a long time. I Am Grateful.
I’ve no idea exactly what the Mother and Father have seeded in me. I’m patiently waiting and watching as my Garden continues to grow. Grateful for My Song which nourishes, Grateful for Inner Water’s Flow.
I guess I am blessed to have survived the last 20+ years of internal abuse. I learned to be settled in the midst of chaos. Now that the internal has steadied and quieted on its own, the outer world erupts into chaos. I (mostly) silently observe as folks all over lose their mental and emotional stability. Those who had no need to manage a raging, internal sea, trying to drown the life out of them. I’m saddened to see them become energetically aligned with the need for vengeance … I visualize many lives coming into energetic alignment, and I wonder about technology that can “tap into” that frequency and energy … and what they might be doing with it. I watch. I wait. I know there are Powers much Greater than I here at work.
432 Hz Healing
It is strange in these present moments, regarding living and dying.
I know there are shifts, and I’ve had a psychic unseen tell me, “You have no idea what happens to psychics!” Well, you are right. I’ve had my memories wiped so many times throughout the centuries; I do not. I suppose that is why I’m so bold to speak in these present moments. Twenty + years silent, silent no more.
I know what the Mother Father have stated, and I know what they say is true. Every moment, every day, I wait to see if I get another moment with you. Regardless of what happens I’m told I will appreciate my Future. Whatever it takes to get there … I’m all in. We WILL get there.
This is where Stubborn Will pairs with Skillfull Will, without prejudice.
Copycat getting her hopes up of becoming the venerated influencer. Misogynists planning a kidnaping.
The war has been won in the spirit. These narcissists are readying their death certificates. Need to get plastic surgery and tattoos. Studying the social media of this chosen representative. They are planning on obtaining her and replacing her with a weak ho who could NEVER survive a moment in her shoes. These r@pists need a puppet in this position and they need the land the status and money that goes with it. May God and Goddess Mother Father deliver on their promises. They’ll get what they deserve, and it isn’t your identity, star. They will never obtain you. They won’t be able to curse your land or business. It’s over for them and you have a front row seat to witness the Power of the Most High in your life. Everyone will witness it. Keep your cool.
It was promised by the Mother Father both! “Never give it back. You’ll never give it back.” “This is the end of their relationship with batteries.” “These people won’t obtain you.” “Be prepared, they won’t survive.” I don’t know what I’m supposed to be prepared for, but I trust her. You folks are going up against God and Goddess and the entirety of those they call Family. You or your copycat won’t survive. Your days of syphoning the life of the shining ones are over. That was also promised. While you are scary … yes indeed you are … I trust in the Divine who have enfolded me. It is strange to have this front row seat, to be here, witnessing Gods Greatness in my Life. I’ve been waiting a long time. I Am Grateful.