Do not be bitter. Illuminate the truth.
This is a stage of pre-creation, a state of infinite possibility. Follow your instincts freely.
Try not to figure out what lies ahead, but enter the “darkness” with courage. Trust in the higher powers to guide you through this part of the journey.
Evil is Live spelled backwards … and of course, it is hidden behind the Veil.
Violators, master manipulators, those who oppress and dominate the population … this world has been their oyster.
Not This Time ….
[Intro: En Vogue + (Maxine Jones)]
Ooooh, bop…
No, you’re never gonna get it (ow!)
Never ever gonna get it (no, not this time)
No, you’re never gonna get it (my love)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (ow!)
Never ever gonna get it (not this time)
No, you’re never gonna get it (my love)
Never never gonna get it
Ooooh, bop…
Verse 1: Maxine]
I remember how it used to be
You never was this nice, you can’t fool me (Ooooh, bop…)
Now you talking like you made a change
The more you talk, the more things sound the same
(Ahh…)
[Pre-Chorus: Dawn Robinson]
What makes you think you can just walk back into her life (Ooh, oh oh oh)
Without a good fight? (Ahh…)
I just sit back and watch you make a fool of yourself (Ooh, oh)
‘Cause you’re just wasting your time, oh
[Chorus: En Vogue + (Maxine)]
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
Ooooh, bop…
[Verse 2: Maxine]
Now you promise me the moon and stars
Save your breath, you won’t get very far (Ooooh, bop…)
Gave you many chances to make change
The only thing you changed was love to hate
(Ahh…)
[Pre-Chorus: Dawn]
It doesn’t matter what you do or what you say (Ooh, oh, oh, oh)
She doesn’t love you; no way (Ahh…)
Maybe next time you’ll give your woman a little respect (Ooh, oh oh)
So you won’t be hearing her say, no way
[Chorus: En Vogue + (Maxine)]
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (had your chance to make a change)
Never ever gonna get it
Ooooh, bop…
Interlude: Maxine]
Yes sir
I give to the needy, and not the greedy
Mmhmm, that’s right
‘Cause you see, baby (Ooooh, bop…)
When you’re locking, you’re losing
And I’m out the door
(Ahh…)
[Pre-Chorus: Dawn]
It doesn’t matter what you do or what you say (Ooh, oh oh oh)
She don’t love you; no way (Ahh…)
Maybe next time you’ll give your woman a little respect (Ooh, oh)
So you won’t be hearing her say, no way
(And now it’s time for a breakdown)
[Break]
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it (woo-woo-woo-woo)
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never get it
(You bet) BOP!
(You bet) BOP!
(You bet) BOP!
(You bet) BOP!
[Outro: En Vogue + (Maxine)]
No, you’re never gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (my lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (my lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (not this time)
Never ever gonna get it (sweet lovin’)
No, you’re never gonna get it (my sweet lovin’)
Never ever gonna get it (my sweet lovin’)
“If you love me don’t let go.”
“Don’t go sharing your emotions, lay all your love on me!”
I love me.
I choose me.
Everyone in my life chose something other than me.
Wanted me to believe I was broken somehow, needing fixing, unworthy of pure love in my brokenness.
I chose me.
I had to.
I give to me all my love, time and services.
Don’t come to me with your problems.
Your burden is no longer my responsibility.
And frankly, I don’t care anymore… about anything you have going other than your discovery of your own ability to manage your own shit.
May the Most High bless you with the wisdom and endurance necessary for the reward which comes thru perseverance … the reward which you believe you can just steal. Just take.
I looked in the mirror to find a huge splat of goose poop on my rear windshield!
I thought, oh yes there may be shit, but it is at the rear (ahem!) and so on its way out of my life!!
And now … it … is … gone!
Blessed new beginnings.
Blessed new Life.
Grateful.
Timeline Distribution ~ 1/7/2024
Yes. It is.
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
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bob Crewe / Bob Gaudio
Silence Is Golden (Rerecorded) lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Michelle, the young poetess, states boldly,
My happiness is me, not you. Not only because you may be temporary, but also because you want me to be what I am not.
I cannot be happy when I change merely to satisfy your selfishness nor can I feel content when you criticize me for not thinking your thoughts, for not seeing like you.
You call me a rebel, yet for each time I have rejected your beliefs, you have rebelled against mine.
I do not try to mold your mind. I know you are trying hard enough to be just you and I cannot allow you to tell me what to be, for I am concentrating on being me.
You said I was transparent and easily forgotten but why then did you try to use my lifetime to prove to yourself what you are?
“Indeed, we are our own happiness and each time we have strayed from ourselves we have been led to despair. We cannot find ourselves in others. We cannot live for others nor can we use them for our own self-affirmation. We cannot always be what others want us to be, for what they want may not be what we are and that is all that we have. We can only rely upon ourselves. This is such a simple fact, yet it is perhaps the greatest single cause of human psychological struggle and pain. It is often easier to become what others desire but in so doing we relinquish our dreams, abandon our hopes and ignore our needs. This leaves one feeling abandoned, weakened and impotent, without a genuine self.”
~ Leo Buscaglia
One piece of really good advice I received, during a period of what some call “nightmares” was to “let the night be the night and the day be the day.”
Another way to say it is “they are over there, and I am here”.
Waking life, sleeping life (“life” never really sleeps).
Sometimes our waking mind can get so wrapped up in the dreamscape and events there it affects our waking moments in a not so beneficial way. It can throw off our thinking, our emotion, and our energy.
Creating separation between these two worlds is necessary, especially if the lines begin to blur out in a big way.
Sanity often requires us to separate from people, places and things … now including time and space.
The thinking mind may say separation is division, but often true expansion cannot be realized without some type of disconnect … ie: meditation. It seems that only in the disconnect can true connection occur.
The dream self has a life, a duty, or obligation, which the waking self probably isn’t entirely aware of. We leave the dream self to do its thing.
Likewise, the waking self has fantasy’s or day dreams, perhaps inspirations seemingly from nowhere for superb creations … in the waking world.
How many aspects of you are there? Do you know their roles and the services they provide in the realms they inhabit? Does every aspect of self look the same?
This is extremely difficult, yet sometimes necessary for healing.
Love them but stay away if they no longer add up, not all mothers and fathers love and defend, some only fight for their personal ideals, there are families so hurtful and harmful that distance becomes the only enemy
There are relatives who betray, who steal, speak badly, gossip and envy us, there are relatives who want to see you well, but will never want to see you better than they, who gather to speak ill of you and console themselves by making you look bad from the movie, who make sides to discredit you, thinking that they are better than you that way.
There are families that are only there for us when it suits them and to continue using us in the name of the blood that unites us, it is important to reflect, let us also stop romanticizing the family, the couple, the parents, the siblings, we need to grow, evolve,
heal… set limits.
It is necessary to see the shadow, the dark side of our tree and have the strength to get away from what has harmed us, we have to be our priority and stop suffering from relatives who only steal our energy, each one who takes care of their life, recognize them, but don’t be part of their wounds, their anger, their abandonment, their hypocrisy, their manipulation.
~ Author Unknown
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