We miss you. Deeply. When women gather together in circles.. we tell stories of how much we long for you. Crave you. Pray for you to rise and meet us here. We mourn your missing presence. In our childhoods. In the homes we’ve built without you. In our beds. We hold hands and beg God to set you free from whatever keeps you from standing at our sides. Right here. Here In intimacy. In integrity. In wholeness. In freedom. The places where you are caught in dishonesty.. shame.. fear.. addiction.. we grieve and rage over. We see your pain and we see your power. We miss you. We love you. We can’t wait for you to come home For the men who have.. thank you so much. Please call your brothers.. start men’s circles.. show them the manuals. Tell them of what you gave up. Of your brokenness and acceptance. Of what it truly means to take up the mantle of protector. Please. There aren’t enough fathers.. resources and leaders for men to sit at the feet of. The women have tried. We can’t do it. The restoration must come from within the Masculine. The Feminine cannot mother grown men into wholeness. We cannot strap men to our backs and walk. We tried. We bow out. Not gracefully. But in mournful acceptance nonetheless. And we will wait for you to burst free from the shackles patriarchy has placed on you. We pray. We pray. We pray. For the Great Remembrance.~
I was so grateful to wake this morning and to be able to share my midnight thoughts (in an earlier post).
Eyes wide open, my fur kids came in for the Love, and a bit of play before breakfast time.
I have a very nice, relaxed job I have the privilege of working, my co-workers are great people with little to no negativity, and I have opportunity to play music in my ‘office’ … Love songs … so good. I especially like to listen to men sing Love songs … melts my heart …
I’ve ordered Zentangle supplies and will get my artsy self going in creating something beautiful. I find myself humming a little tune when I do this, and my mind relaxes after a day of crunching numbers at work.
I am grateful for friends who seem to always be sharing uplifting messages and words of Love and Care … they make my new habit formation (Attitude of Gratitude) that much easier.
It is only Wednesday, but I’m dreaming of this weekend already when I will gather with those I Love, sharing care and a meal and prayer to Creator through the drum, representative of the heartbeat of the Earth, our GAIA. This brings a smile to my face, as I ponder what tasty dish to bring and share with my Soul Family.
Another Love song ….. oh, my beating heart …
Thank you to the men who are so generous with their emotions, with their Love. I am ever so grateful for you.
When I need Love …. I just close my eyes …. and there you are.
I received a ride to work thru Uber this morning from a man who came to the states from Africa.
We discussed Bill Gates and the vaccination of people in Africa, and how I thought this was complete bullshite. He mentioned they are developing their own medicines and that the root of all medicines come from Africa.
I mentioned that according to genealogy, all life has its roots in Africa.
We discussed the riots, called protests. We talked about small business owners having their life’s work destroyed in a single night … business owners of all ethnic backgrounds.
We talked about many of these so-called protesters being from out of state, shipped in by bus, paid money (by someone(s) to cause chaos in the cities.
We talked about the children and how they respond to him, open of heart, willing to accept without judgement. We talked of their parents and their ability to mimic their children’s perceptions of acceptance and care.
When he dropped me at my location I tipped him. He said he was going to get tea, that he loved tea. I mentioned I do too.
He told me I made his day, already, in this early morning.
And that made me so happy.
There is so much value in the heart of all living beings … it has absolutely no-thing to do with gender or race … it is the heart of creation, and we all share it.
Crea, Crea, Crea …..
Bless you my beautiful friends.
May you be recognized today by another aspect of life, may your intrinsic contribution to the whole be honored, as it should.
May we unite as a single organism with many parts making up the whole.
The historic, “Indian Head Nickel” once appeared on a 1970’s protest poster that read, “…The only Indian America ever cared about”.
The true story of the subject of the coin includes the account of the sad fate of, “Black Diamond”, the majestic bison that served as the model on the nickle’s reverse face. Black Diamond [nicknamed, “Toby”] was called The, “contrariest” animal in a New York City zoo where he was kept, hailed as the largest of his kind who in his prime weighed more than 1,500 pounds. After the Buffalo Nickel went into circulation, Black Diamond became something of a celebrity, with many people coming to the zoo just to see the buffalo from the coin. Amazingly, after an unsuccessful public auction, the Central Park Zoo sold Black Diamond to A. Silz, Inc., a meat-packing company.
Despite many efforts to save him, Black Diamond was slaughtered. A taxidermist mounted his head and turned his hide into an automobile robe. The A. Silz company began selling steaks to restaurants under the “Black Diamond” brand. ~ November 17, 1915.
New York Times article excerpt ~
“The mighty bison Black Diamond bravely stood his ground in the Joseph Stern & Co. slaughterhouse on West 40th Street in New York City, staring at the man aiming the .38-caliber revolver at him. When the man pulled the trigger, the weapon kicked in his hand as the bullet hit Black Diamond’s head, but didn’t penetrate his four-inch-thick skull, which was covered with a hide two inches thick. Instead, the bullet dropped to the ground, flattened, amazing onlookers [400 people were reported to be in attendance] , Black Diamond, angry and sensing danger, lowered his head to charge his assailant, but a second assassin was waiting, this one holding a sledgehammer. When the bison, nicknamed Toby, lowered his head, that man gave a mighty swing and the sledgehammer made a sickening thud as it crushed Black Diamond’s skull…”
I think I have really to tell once again about the history of Earth and Humanity on the “timelines” of the Universe. There seems to be much “distortion” about the real truth of your History.
I think we should start with TIAMAT.
Tiamat was the Living Goddess of the 10th Gate of planet earth, in what was formerly Sumeria, and is now Iraq. Tiamat is the female Planetary Logos principle and was a 5D planet, her principle was the living intelligence gatekeeper to the Christ-Buddha-Avatar matrix on our planet and in our Solar System. She was exploded into bits by the Moon Chain lineages and Nibiru who used her essence to recreate the lunar forces and to replicate her female essence to force her to birth creatures in reversal formats (anti-life). The planet Tiamat is related to the destruction of the Sophianic Body and the inability of the Christos-Sophia consciousness to incarnate in human forms on the 3D earth. The female consciousness of the planet Tiamat was Sophianic, so when she exploded, her consciousness descended into a collective form body which is known as the Achamoth. Achamoth is name for the the wounded goddess fragmented body parts which were collected and trapped by the NAA and Fallen Angelics in the 2D Underworld of the planetary body to incubate or impregnate Archontic creations. Thus, she was imprisoned in the earth body in the Negative Form body which manifested as the Baphomet realms when the lower spirits of Satanic nature abused her forces. All Satanists use the Baphomet fields trapped in the earth as the female principle used in their conjuring or worshiping rituals.
This is the source causation timeline of forced Breeding Programs and the loss of freedom for women to consciously participate with the choice of pregnancy and birth. The Achamoth parts were used in reversal formats to manifest creations for the NAA and was the destruction of freedom for the Mother and feminine principle on the earth. Thus, this event impacts all women, which led to the harnessing of her body parts in the Underworld which created the Baphomet realms and the Leviathan Races which are used by the Satanics. These lower realms manifested their Satanic forces in a variety of ways upon the material world, and that appears as Sexual Misery and misogyny in all of its forms. One known alien architecture that exploited this underworld damage as a Phantom Matrix was used by the NAA Religious models, such as the Black Madonna Network which feed into Baphomet.
Let`s go on Marduk Son of Enki
Marduk a planetary Logos aka Nibiru gave this intelligence to Enki/ Ea who decided he would invade Sumeria and play Annunaki God to the humans and gave his version of accounts that the Anu created the human beings and therefore they were the Gods of this planet. This was a way to create humans as slaves. Somehow Marduk did this to the Kumaras whom he was showing his anger, (who are the Chohan Ray Masters, otherwise known as the partially Ascended Masters of the New Age – El Morya, Kuthumi et al, there was some bad blood about Human-Orion Wars brought karmically to this planet with this complex situation). Without Tiamat we were unable to have our 10th Chakra and all its functions work in our bodies, as she was the frequency link to communicate with our Christos Avatar self.
She is a part of the Triple Goddess Formation and apparently the Merging Shield is the Living Creature Matrix to remind us that we are to rebirth her essence again onto our planetary body, and then hence our own physical body. Because we went through the wall in time on the 28th, we are able to gain access to this incredibly ancient part of ourselves. The 10th Chakra has lines around our Left side and its main portal is a network from behind the left ear, to the crown and to the Soul Star directly above our crown, about 6 to 8 inches above our head.
This is a Triad Communication Station portal from our Avatar (triad) Christ consciousness intelligence, and without this communication hub in our Lightbody, we cannot sense communication at that frequency level. So it is like expressing that this is the decoder of language to hear or directly sense that communication inside our own body, directly. That process of HSP is called direct cellular cognition. The destruction of Tiamat (like a heaven and earth principle living together in perfect harmony) is synonymous with the destruction of sacred marriage (union of opposites), the destruction of the Hieros Gamos, thus splitting apart the consciousness of the Christos-Sophia. This also manifested the split in the wall in time, and the shift to patriarchal domination and/its electron distortion that was exploited by the False King of Tyranny and the Imposter Spirit. The shift to patriarchy domination was inevitable and planned through the last cycle by the Alpha Draconis/Orion Group, however the levels of destruction nearly took creation to annihilation.
Due to explosions or cataclysms that made certain planets uninhabitable in our Solar system, such as the planets’ Tiamat and Maldek, (y)our planet has been used as a relocation destination for beings, referred to as Refugee Races that were beings that have been displaced from their own planet because of an event of destruction on their planet. This relocation of other races on the earth contributed to the hybridization of the original earth human bloodlines and damage to the original DNA Silicate Matrix. Although, many of the refugees were genetically similar to the original humans, they were much more aggressive and had destroyed their civilization through abuses of technology. The Refugee Races began to interbreed with the earth based humans and their higher ups organized Breeding Programs considered the mixed race of the hybridized humans on the earth today.
But of course – there is the good “news” behind too.
Many men prefer girls in their life. They are focused on the physical form, the attractiveness. They are unconcerned with her character in the beginning, for it is her physical condition that speaks to his hormones, revving up his testosterone output.
He cannot think straight.
And often times, he lacks the necessary mindset to recognize the value of a woman.
Woman, stomach stretched from child bearing, breast flattened, not as plump as they once were. Her body stretches in life, and shrinks, reshaping itself into new form.
He ridicules her belly, her weight. He tells her other women (girls) are better looking, more ‘natural’ blind to the fact that what happens to the crone is purely natural.
He accepts a portion of this reality and rejects the rest.
And consistently reminding the woman she should also never be satisfied with herself.
That she should always work specifically to regain momentum in his pants, in his lust.
We tire of playing the masculine testosterone game.
He cannot see a woman, all he sees is form.
There is no depth to him.
He is shallow.
As he uses the ‘girl’, wasting her time in his lust, time she could be available for the one who DOES see her value.
Selfish men who cannot think with anything other than their penis ought have no say in what a women should be thinking of self.
He holds no value for experience, does not see her worth, and wants to convince her she lacks merit.
Leave him behind.
He lacks the integrity needed to create harmony in this world.
And sometimes, being alone is the greatest blessing.
Fortunately, there ARE a few men who have awareness of the crone and embrace her unique strengths, only gained through living … a long time … hahahahaha.
Today as I drove through the Columbia River Gorge, I pondered life.
Wanting to get in touch with the masculine side of life, I decided to go watch men fish. I stopped along the way where people parked with their boat trailers, and were in the bay and near shore, fishing.
I sat and watched as various fishermen attempted to set hook. I imagined them there, friend with friend, in a sort of zen state.
I imagined that there might be a woman somewhere, baking fresh bread to go with the fresh fish her mate would bring home later in the day. I imagined fresh salad, supplies taken from the home garden. (Too early yet, I know. It’s a fantasy).
After admiring these men, and family units, I drove on down the highway with a smile upon my face. How beautiful they were!
One of my favorite flowers is the California Poppy. Such a hearty plant that grows in seemingly impossible places. They open with the morning sun, and close up in the evening.
Nearing the Hood River Bridge I delved into my coin purse for the bridge toll. After crossing the bridge I saw a sign which read, “toll booth closed due to covid19”. I thought, great! Just saved myself $2. Folded it up and put in back in the pouch.
I had some running around to do today and I found myself at Fred Meyer after a time to purchase a few things.
As I entered the checkout line, I came behind another who was male. The groceries he was purchasing looked odd for a man. Fresh vegetables galore! I thought, he must be vegetarian.
I mentioned that I liked his grocery list, that is was rare to see a man with these items being bought. He said his wife gave him the list.
The teller said shopping and cleaning was women’s work. The fellow in front of me stated that women do not receive a salary for raising children, and he wanted to step up where he could. And that he cleaned frequently at home to help out.
I said, “I’m going to love you, right now. Tell your wife.” And he proceeded to look a tad uncomfortable as he rolled away with his cart full of the good stuff.
The teller continued to tell me how cleaning was women’s work. He said he’d build a fence or whatever, but that was women’s work. That he did not like it. I told him, “None of us like it, we do it because it needs to be done.” (Except, I really do not like housework, and I have fur everywhere from my doggies, so, my place is never pristine).
Anyhow, I found it quite interesting seeing these two males, in stark contrast to each other. One, willing, and putting in the effort to help his woman. The other, blatantly stating he is not a partner, but an expector, a chaos maker, rather than a soother.
I drove away in amazement. I wondered if there would ever be a male that would want to partner with me in such a way. Unfortunately, my experiences have not included the sacred male, just his self-centered counterpart of the masculine.
I wonder, am I a bad person? (Am I that which I see and have experienced?) How is it that I never encountered a true partner, but instead those who were out seeking their own gratification, not ever considering my heart, or my love. Instead, tossing it (me) to the curb when they were ‘finished’ with me.
I’m told I have an attitude problem. My thought is it was developed by man. He forced it into life by not being a sufficient partner, able or willing to handle the fire this one woman embodies.
My hope is that selfishness will leave the building once and for all. For ALL.