Water holds memory. Water holds energy. If the energy of the body has been disrupted, or interfered with by some technology, it can become dense, dark, or chaotic. The body is mostly water. It affects to mental body, the emotional body. To clear, the waters of the body need to be flushed, replaced. Pour it in, until it pours out of you. Don’t complain about bathroom breaks. Water is our friend. I have found that after pouring in (and out) 2-3, 20 oz waters, the energies begin to clear.
Sometimes while sleeping, energies from an unknown source are planted into the bioform. It comes into the armpits, the heart, solar plexus and root chakras. These energies are not yours. It’s a “dressing” someone wishes you to be seen as.
"I am not allowed to tell you this," Dr. Byrne, founder of Perinatal Medicine, says about the origins of organ transplants.
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I think time travelers from the future have been living here in a time loop, harvesting life force essence and taking over bodies.
I believe the truth of this is now known. They have been cut off, not able to return to the future. Having difficulty managing these higher vibrations, I feel many of them are transitioning out of these stolen bodies.
They still are needing a powerful host to house their big boss, their “queen” bee, although I think it’s actually a he.
If they don’t find a host, they fade. They can’t be reborn into a form. The cloning facilities growing synthetic forms housing these entities may be destroyed. They can’t go back to the future. Couldn’t trick the Most high into believing they were the shiny ones, even while cloaked in the stolen vitality of the pure.
Not sure what happens to the essence they operate from … the bee.
It’s not over. The dangers are still very real. Watch your thoughts, emotions … don’t get drawn into them, anything low vibrational. These parasites attach to lower vibrational energy.
Avoid conflict.
Drink your water to flush the energies and do your spiritual bathes, smudge the home and aura frequently.
“Be prepared. They won’t survive.”
That was what Spirit said to me on the 21st of January, 2024.
I don’t know what exactly it means, except lower vibrational folk are desperate right now to get divine beings in a lower frequency so they can attach.
Manage yourself. If you slip, pull up.
Be prepared. The spiritual attacks may intensify for a time.
If single, don’t date right now, for your own good.
To be on the “safe” side, gather your supplies in the event we experience a “lights out” period. Pray over your candles, batteries, flashlights and lanterns/oil. It’s said that during the 3 days of darkness artificial light won’t work otherwise.
“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.
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.
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.
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