I woke to the words, “That’s a nice little mountain.”
Wish I could’ve seen it. Someone creating mountains in the ethers?
Wasn’t it said Jesus created and moved mountains? What’s happening?
I did a tarot reading last night. King of Swords, as Lion, delivering punishment for all the wrong doing. Check it out! It’s amazing how everything seems to tie in together.
Revisiting and old memory, I understand I hadn’t even researched at the time.
Today, I look into a mystery for the first time, and I wonder if mine challengers were as ignorant as I … or if this is precisely the reason my life has been one big, orchestrated, catastrophe.
I am grateful to those who have offered conditions which bring expedited growth potentials. You have served well, albeit, unwittingly.
I research, and wonder … Who Am I … Really? And why have the interferers tried so desperately to remove me from this plane?
Could it have something to do with the ruling Tribe of Judah and the Ruling Tribe of Benjamin?
Let me dig around some more.
Check out your flesh … perhaps you too have a marking which has offered you a quiz.
A Mystic woman is a Wild Creature. She is made. She is deliberately forged by something Mysterious. She is created for a purpose. She spends all her life seeking, for there is nothing else worth doing. She peers and gazes until she falls from the edge of the world, and into the next. Over and over. Each time she returns, she is a little different. What she sees must change her. She dies every day. She is reborn in every moment. Can you even begin to fathom the terror and the faith commanded from such a Being? Can you even begin to understand what such a life can do?
Don’t date a mystic, if you want the safe life you might have. If you are comfortable and cozy, stay away. Whatever you have built around yourself to create comfort: it cannot stand in the blazing fire of a Mystical woman. She is no trophy. She is no bodily pleasure-maker. She is the seer of Souls. She is the womb that Births the Divine into the flesh and bone of matter.
She doesn’t mean to burn your village to the ground, but she has seen what you are meant to Become. You are not a peasant sheering sheep, as you have thought. You are a King dressed in rags who has amnesia. It is her assumption that you have come to be Reborn. If you haven’t, turn back now, while the world you know still exists.
If she touches you, and all the voices on the wind go silent, if you feel you are in a snow globe when you embrace her, she is your destroyer. She will destroy the false idol you see in the mirror. She will smash it open because it is your prison. If you wish to stay there, she will shatter you another way. She will leave. A mystic may not for long engage with that which is too small for her, unless she is nurturing a seedling into its destiny. But the seed must be capable of fulfilling it’s own potential.
The Mystery, in it’s very nature, must show you what has never been seen, never been written, never been known, because before you were forged, it was impossible. The arts of women have been called the dark arts for too long, and they are the keys to infinity. Infinite form. Infinite being. Infinite life.
If your dreams are not filled with the slidest longing of Mystery, you might better leave, because a mystic will see things that are invisible to you. She will feel things that you cannot feel beneath the layers of numbness you have wrapped yourself in. She will call upon your true self, your real Soul, and she will sing it down into you, into herself, and life will never be the same.
Perhaps life has been so difficult because you’re clearing ALL karmic debt in this one life experience. Go easy on yourself. You may not even be consciously aware of the enormity of challenge you accepted … to be free. Don’t quit now.
Let the entirety of where you are be lifted. It takes so much energy to horde wealth (happiness) and to keep others from it, when all we need do is allow ourselves to be surrounded by it. Our life becomes richer. By enriching our surroundings our lives become richer. It requires little effort because those around us make it happen, in symbiosis, according to the heart-song of each member in the collective, if they/we let it.
It’s the most brilliant planetary orchestration!! All songs sung in unison, harmonious and free.
It’s enjoying the sound of an others cackling laughter even though if irritates you, because you know they are happy.
Please Jah, let it rain Let it wash all this wickedness away So much sorrow, so much pain Let the sun come out to shine another day
Please Jah, let it rain And if our roots are strong we will remain Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
In the beginning there was only Love All was connected to the Most High above Every creature lived in harmony There was no language for the word enemy
All animals were equal under Jah sun There was just enough food for everyone There were no squabbles and no ego trips There was no language for the word ownership
Then along came mankind, eager to prove his worth and his might To conquer the land, conquer the seas, conquer the skies A God in his own eyes
But be careful you build your house too high Standing on your tiptoes trying to touch the sky, you’re gonna topple Look how your foundation crumble You had everything you could need, but you just couldn’t keep it simple
Please Jah, let it rain Let it wash all this wickedness away So much sorrow, so much pain Let the sun come out to shine another day
How long will we wait for humanity to come around Is the gap too great to cross this divide and be reunited
I should have known it, I should have seen it coming creeping like a shadow on my heart, hungry like a vampire I should have felt it, historically the signs were there for all to see, esoterically hidden in plain sight So gather your freedom and hold it tight, yeah we’re gonna live it up tonight Follow me brother cause babylon never discover the treasure that we hold, oh no
How long will we wait, open the doors of Zion gate We will suffer no more Can’t you hear we knocking, knocking at your door
How long will we wait Will we open the seventh and seal our fate Is the gap too great, to cross this divide and be reunited
‘Cause they will never give up, ’til they sucked every last drop of blood from out of our veins So we got only one choice, listen closely to my voice, we got to take back our freedom
Please Jah, let it rain Let it wash all this wickedness away So much sorrow, so much pain Let the sun come out to shine another day
I once asked a very successful woman to share her secret with me. She smiled and said to me..
“I started succeeding when I started leaving small fights for small fighters. I stopped fighting those who gossiped about me… I stopped fighting with my in laws… I stopped fighting for attention… I stopped fighting to meet peoples expectation of me… I stopped fighting for my rights with inconsiderate people.. I stopped fighting to please everyone… I stopped fighting to prove they were wrong about me…. I left such fights for those who have nothing else to fight…
And I started fighting for my vision, my dreams, my ideas and my destiny.
The day I gave up on small fights is the day I started becoming successful & so much more content.”
Some fights are not worth your time….. Choose what you fight for wisely.
I’ve decided ….. I’m going to attend Unity Church on Sundays. I’m going to find a yoga studio and get serious about flexibility. I’m going to find a gym so I can rebuild muscle and fill out my skin. I don’t need approval or permission. I don’t need company. If I meet someone along the way who is interested in what I am, also, perhaps we’ll be friends. I’m not going to force myself into someone else’s idea of what my life should look like. It took me 20 years of shadow work to get where I am. Folks who have barely meditated, coming in to steer me … denied. I’m not a “member” of anything other than Life, and the Love it should embody. I flow into what brings me joy. When it stops, and begins to bring me upset, I cut out whatever it is. Not because there’s no love, or any disrespect. But because I love, honor and respect myself enough not to let her drown in others opinions about what is right and best for her. I’ll figure it out for Self. She deserves her authentic and transparent heart to live in beauty without these trespasses and abuses which attempt to squash her heart, strip her song, and replace it with their own. Just because someone gives you a gift doesn’t mean you have to relinquish yourself. Just because someone shows you a kindness doesn’t give them permission to reformat you. Leave the kindness if you must. Pack up, live in a tent. Whatever it takes to come back to Self, and it’s connection to it’s own higher self, and to God. No one can walk your path for you. Although many will insist you’re doing it wrong, And disapprove. Trying to force you into their mold. Gotta let them go.
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