Some people say your success was just an accident, luck.
They will never admit it was because you tried, tried, tried again. You never gave up, and success was finally achieved.
That’s the way it always happens in the “natural world”.
The others, who get “instant” results, are just manipulators, often thieves and abusers, not successful creators of solutions through genuine, persistent effort on one’s own supply.
Of course the manipulator will whine about your achievements and successes. They’ll insist it’s a hoax.
Dear Women, have you ever realized how powerful your thoughts are for the man in your life?
Saka Ana Lorenza, a Kogi Saka and spiritual leader, speaks about the quiet but immense importance of women in the lives of their men. She explains that it is not only what women do or say that shapes a man’s path, but also what they think about him in the privacy of their own mind.
When a woman holds thoughts of trust, respect and blessing for her partner, this creates a field of support around him. Even when she is not physically present, he can walk with more strength, clarity and courage. Her inner agreement becomes a kind of spiritual protection that helps him move through obstacles and stay connected to his purpose.
When her thoughts are filled with constant criticism, disappointment or contempt, even if she never speaks them aloud, this too has an effect. The relationship may begin to feel heavy. Conflicts appear without a clear reason. Success may be blocked in subtle ways.
According to Saka Ana Lorenza, many women do not realize how central their inner stance is for the wellbeing of the man and for the harmony of the family.
This is not about blame. It is an invitation to remember the sacred influence that women carry. Their love and their clarity are not small. They are forces that can either nourish or weaken the life that grows around them.
The Kogi see relationship as a spiritual responsibility that both partners share. And the thoughts of the woman are one of its deepest foundations.
May your thoughts become a blessing for you and for those you love.
What these crooks and criminals posing as men and law enforcement have done against humanity is heinous, and unforgivable. The Most High God, Creator and Family, are delivering to them and everyone the deeds of their own hands. They have destroyed themselves.
When they tried to silence the visionary, the actualization of dreams faded, and what remained was a bunch of brutes with angry, unsatisfied energy trying to “force” the visionary to give them a dream. Gorillas. Lost their dream, for trying to destroy the visionary.
“When someone predicts what the future will be and you give your attention to that, you are lending your creative power to that outcome. The future is not set in stone. We are creating it right now. Especially ignore those who speak vile words of brokenness or unworthiness or weakness over your life.”
It annoys me to no end how masculines unseen, AND their feminine co-conspirators, demand that someone is no one unless their life matches some weird prophecy some random dude dreamt of in history long ago. My life is not a script. My life does not require their approval in order to BE. My life does not need to conform to their script or ideology. It seems to me they do not worship, and are not a part of, the same Living System the Mother Father Divine Most High have gifted the living, here. No. I will not shift my existence so you can “tolerate” it, actor, actress, script writers. You do not get to write my next “lifetime story” !!!!! In fact, I believe it is the Highest here now. Rewriting yours. It’s the end of your relationship with batteries. It’s the end of you trapping, and feeding upon, Gods family.
What kind of games have been played by the unseen in “your” life?
I’m going to prove to you that God is actually the Devil using the Bible itself. Not the cherry-picked verses they spoon-feed you on Sunday mornings. I mean the raw, uncut, crazy parts they hope you never open to. And guess what? I’m not the first person to notice. Some of the… pic.twitter.com/oy5Ka1G57T
She was born behind the piano of a saloon that never slept, where laughter was loud and mercy was rare. Daisy Hart learned early that the world had sharp edges for girls like her. Her mother drank to forget, her father’s name was a rumor, and the men who tossed coins her way thought her future was already sold. But Daisy didn’t wait for fate—she carved her own. By sixteen, she could ride, shoot, and stare down any man who thought her weak.
When her mother died, Daisy buried her out back with nothing but a prayer and a promise—that she’d never end up beneath anyone’s boot. Months later, she walked into the county courthouse in her best dress, chin high, and asked for a badge. The sheriff laughed, but the town needed order more than pride. By summer’s end, Daisy Hart wore a star on her chest and a Colt on her hip, and every drunk who once mocked her learned what respect sounded like when it cocked back steel.
For years she rode the dusty trails alone, chasing thieves and keeping peace in a place that never expected it from her kind. When she finally hung up her badge, the saloon still stood, older but quieter. Folks say that if you listen close on a hot Texas night, you can still hear her mother’s ghost smiling—because Daisy didn’t just survive that world. She tamed it.
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