Spirit had me hollarin’ out loud! I started reading movie titles from the bottom, then read down from the top and “lost it” laughing for a moment.
Moms unleashed
Big Top peeved
Greedy people
Feet of death
Then, as I sit and munch my yummy pizza, a scooter stops and a song is playing …. Johnny you’re a poor man .. big disgrace, waving your banner all over the place … we will we will rock you!
The Indigenous believe the hair holds sacred connection, knowledge, wisdom, strength. Often, they’ll cut it to mourn a loved one. A physical extension of the Spirit. It can also hold trauma. Sometimes, shedding in this way can be helpful.
So fun!
The art of “becoming” is often fraught with intensity. It’s messy. It’s ugly. It’s unkempt. Those who never have a hair out of place aren’t “becoming” anything… they’re pretending.
The darkness must be wrestled and transmuted. It’s no easy task. The well dressed suits aren’t equipped for heavy labors of transformation. They cling to a singular image and impression of self.
Be multifaceted. Boggle the minds of people. Be something no one has yet witnessed. It’s addicting.
And they are home now … The Sacred and the Divine of the Foundation. Clearing.
Patience is the only thing that was ever requested of me by He who has all authority.
This morning, the thought, “The longer you can withstand the attack, the more potent it is when He returns the unwanted ‘gift’.”
“Vengeance is mine”, sayeth the Lord.
All we need do is be patient and persevere.
17 Repay no one evil for evil. Have[a] regard for good things in the sight of all men. 18 If it is possible, as much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men. 19 Beloved, do not avenge yourselves, but rather give place to wrath; for it is written, “Vengeance is Mine, I will repay,” says the Lord.
We don’t live by the same rules you play.
Get out of our way.
Well you can tell everyone I’m a down disgrace
Drag my name all over the place
I don’t care anymore
You can tell everybody ’bout the state I’m in
You won’t catch me crying ’cause I just can’t win
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore, d’you hear?
I don’t care what you say
I don’t play the same games you play
‘Cause I’ve been talking to the people
that you call your friends
And it seems to me there’s a means to an end
They don’t care anymore
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time
I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care no more
I don’t care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway
I won’t be there anymore
Get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore
Well, I don’t care now what you say
‘Cause every day I’m feeling fine with myself
And I don’t care now what you say
Hey, I’ll do alright by myself
‘Cause I don’t
‘Cause I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face ’cause you held the cards
I don’t care anymore
And I really ain’t bothered what you think of me
‘Cause all I want of you is just to let me be
I don’t care anymore
Do you hear, I don’t care no more
I don’t care what you say
I never did believe you much anyway
I won’t be there no more
So get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don’t care anymore
Do you hear, I don’t care anymore
I don’t care no more
You listening? I don’t care no more
No more
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
You know I don’t care no more
Don’t care no more
No more, no more, no more
Don’t care no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Phillip David Charles Collins
I Don’t Care Anymore lyrics © Philip Collins Ltd
An unseen karmic male, “She’s a peasant?!”
And she said, “You don’t have a clue what it means to be a peasant. My essence has been merged with the vitality of the entire planetary system and all life upon it. I am wealthier than you could ever dream of! You hollow shell, surrounding yourself with ‘things’ and ‘degrees’ calling yourself a success … You are the true peasant.”
Sister, trust your vibrant inner knowing,
that lucid vision that speaks
to you. The truth you cannot
deny.
Nourish the fertile gardens of
your wild inner terrains knowing
that time of harvest will come… all things
flower in their time.
~*~
Cultivate patience and courage.
~*~
A role of the Priestess is to
midwife new worlds, into the
dream of our Mother GAIA.
A role of the Priestess is
to midwife Souls, her own
and others.
~*~
Hold fast to your path Sister.
You will be challenged
this is certain…. and know that your sisters
stand with you.
Remember such challenges
are only a test, an opportunity
to deepen in the Flowering
Essence of your innate
Soul’s
Wisdom.
Let us cultivate the Gift of our womanhood
and the commitments of our lineage to serve
the well being of all beings to nourish Life at
this critical juncture.
~*~
Quote by Sarah Drew-Author of GAIA CODEX-A Novel and Ancient Wisdom Text Revealed
I heal with understanding,
I heal with kindness,
I heal with unconditional words of sincere admiration.
We are sensitive.
We are vulnerable.
We are wise.
Those are our gifts to help us rise.
Forgotten feelings of helplessness can remain in the form of helpless cells.
We don’t want that.
We need to find those cells and irradiate them with true love and pure light.
We need to listen to those cells and help them express their trapped emotions.
Embracing our right to express our deepest dreams heals us.
Allowing the release of forced feelings of undesired shame heals us.
We are not raw material to be processed and fit in predesigned futures.
We are not made to be manipulated by controlling humans.
Our free-will heals us when we feel free to show our un-perfections.
We just need to remember that we are here to love each other,
that to love each other first we need to love ourselves,
then once loving one another we will help every aimless cell.
Love to all!
E. Soronellas Amador
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