Blind faith. Perceived insanity. The fire which welds the broken shards of self back together. The wrecklessness which assures us solitude, space, to process and transform.
I’m no longer accepting gifts of blatant disregard. I’ll leave you to the memory of that which you believe had filled you, the “memory” you say left you with no reason to live.
I’ve been here all along, invisible to you, as you dump on me your sorrow. I remove myself from your sounding board. I’ve no need to hear of it any more. Or to assist you in processing.
Could it be the avatars of darkness are no longer able to function? Like, the parasitic spirit attachment no longer has a low vibrational host to attach to?
Yesterday I was driving home on the highway. Off to the right I thought I saw a dog (I’m always looking for strays on the highway in need of rescue).
I got closer to the animal and saw it was a big black kitty with a little white on its face. It was sitting there batting at something in front of it, I’m guessing a mousey.
Last night as I slept I recorded three things:
Synthesis Serendipity and God is playing with this one.
I remembered the kitty playing with the mouse from yesterday.
In my mind I see my King in His Lion form …
Casually swatting at whatever, or whoever, He’s playing with …
Grateful He is here!!!
Grateful for our wonderful family of Skillful, Willful, talents and knowing’s.
I find it fascinating that so many couldn’t comprehend the Most High is also the Lowest Low … Wholeness requires balance in all ways.
They did communion today. They were singing, “nothing but the blood of Jesus cleans us …” drinking their wine, eating their cookies.
I envisioned a man, nailed to a tree, bleeding profusely while these ones go to the body and fill their little cups, cutting off a small piece of flesh, consuming them.
“His death is our life!”, they exclaim.
And I’m reminded of a memory, being in a sweet white dress, in a pit, while robed figures above me drank my blood, as I pleaded to deaf ears not to do it.
Although the talk was good this morning, choosing to be what the Most High created you to be rather than pretending to be somebody else who you admire more …
I’m not too sure I can come back here.
They just filled the vessels (humans) with a substance, and sang a song asking to be made into whatever “he” wanted them to be.
Too much like a ritual.
Not nearly enough celebrating the “life”.
Or the one present now … pulling some up, locking others in. The actual goings on right now … his actions … right now.
Yes. They saw me seated. Yes. They noted my lack of participation.
Witches … and the ignorant they use to cast the spell, the illusion they believe they can absorb his healing, life giving essence by sacrificing and consuming him.
It’s what they are doing to many Divine Beings right now, and they don’t understand.
Their Life Force is what fuels soulless beings.
It’s “Soul”, the God given vitality flowing in organic beings which gives them life.
They are dead.
Clones.
Soulless.
Gathering believers who don’t mind killing and eating other so they can continue being real shitty persons.
People have no idea how many Krysted Beings have been slaughtered and put in hell to keep this illusion of matrix going. And the unsuspecting participate, believing it frees them, when it actually is used to ensnare them.
Binding magic.
Willingly imposed over self.
Through a warped and crazy lie.
People still behave like animals, ingesting the life force essence of an other to sustain themselves. I suppose they can’t object when it’s their turn.
What’s interesting to me, is folks don’t understand the truth of this … as far as I know … is these ones think if they unalive just the right one, they’ll be able to harness the essence and gain entry into the Most Highs kingdom… to overthrow it.
Gods people continuously come to this realm to try and extract the family … who had been sacrificed to lower vibrational entities for power.
Yes. After all this time, after the brutalization and traumatization of the children of the Most High and Family, they are getting what they deserve.
Thanks be to the Master. The most High God, here helping the planet keep promises.
Every time I hear a masculine in psychic land speaking about my energy, my sensitivity, my availability, my stability, my inheritance … material and spiritual .. every time my energy is tapped and my chakras activated without permission, this is what I see in my mind. I’m disgusted.
Heavenly Father…. Surely this isn’t the actual representation of the Divine Masculine. I simply won’t accept it.
I believe our Divine brothers and partners are stealth … hunting those who feast on the essence of the Divine Feminine … and her children.
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