“You deserve a peace that doesn’t ask you to disappear.”
A few weeks ago I heard a masculine say to another, “That is my horse.”
It just came to mind again, so I googled what a horse might mean …
But first ~
The false telepaths who fancy themselves drivers of consciousness want folks to believe a person is no more than an animal, a commodity, a transport, from here to there, a work-horse which helps them complete task … this was part of the degrading verbiage the hidden interferers were pumping into the field of awareness during last Sunday’s mental attack as I was chopping wood in the forest.
What is a horse a metaphor for?
The metaphor of the rider and the horse. The rider is your rational thinking, your mind. And the horse is your emotions, your energy, your power, the animal part of your nature.
What did the horse represent?
In its earliest symbolic perception, the horse was disquieting and chtonian, but later became associated with the sun as a result of its domestication. It is most often a lunar animal linked to mother earth, water, sexuality, dreams, divination and the renewal of vegetation.
What is the spiritual meaning of a horse?
The Horse symbolizes travel, stamina, adventure and intuition, embodying the spirit of freedom and the relentless pursuit of new horizons. Wild Horses, with their unbridled energy and desire to roam, remind us of the deep-seated need for exploration in our own lives.
And just now, I’m thinking of the 4 horsemen …
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, as described in the Book of Revelation, are four biblical figures who appear upon the unsealing of the first four of the seven seals. They are widely interpreted as representing Conquest, War, Famine, and Death.
Here’s a more detailed breakdown:
Conquest (or Religious Deception): The first horseman rides a white horse, symbolizing the conquering power that often precedes the apocalypse. Some interpretations also view this as representing religious deception.
War: The second horseman rides a red horse and is often depicted with a sword, representing war and conflict.
Famine: The third horseman rides a black horse, signifying famine and starvation.
Death: The fourth horseman rides a pale horse, representing death and pestilence.
Symbolism: The four horsemen are not just literal beings; they are symbolic representations of the chaos and suffering that will accompany the end times.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Horsemen_of_the_Apocalypse
Some of you Suns and Stars are transport in this Spiritual Battle for Amazing and Skillful Holy Warriors from the Kingdom of the Most High … unseen … and you will not be falling, not this time. You Holy Steeds, whether you be a Stallion or a Mare, are Divine, and this is your Last Rodeo.
I heard the Divine state, “Lust will be your down-fall.”
When a warrior pays heed to the lustful energies they’ll be distracted, and someone may come along and steal their horse.
Be aware Family, whether you are the Rider or the Steed, be 100% present in all of your circumstances until the Most High Divine give the go-ahead, letting you know the war is over and it is time to relax and BE with one another. Don’t “jump the gun” or you may get shot.
3 short years ago. I thought it was djinn, but it could have been military…. Who knows?
I have never claimed to know it all. I learn as I go. I graduated beyond this experience 3 years ago. Folks who wish to criticize can play teacher on their own channel.
I am not anyones religious guru.
I was raised in the wilderness by a narcissist who never talked about God.
We unknowings are typically the target of the knowing.
I raised myself to the best of my ability.
I posted this memory as evidence, and reminder, as to where I was vs where I currently am.
There is nothing shameful about our journey …
Every ounce of knowing developed along the way makes us who we are.
There will always be someone who judges our story as insufficient and dangerous for the world.
This is what is dangerous, telling the bird it cannot fly without permission.
When the Most High, according to my knowing, kicks us out the nest …
And says, fly.
It upsets me I even have to defend this traumatic memory from an “all knowing” invisible “teacher” who isn’t thee Creator Divine.
Here is another memory from right about this time, info gather from additional research and inquiry…
Anything that is not love
is only a visitor to your body.
You are not anxious,
stress is simply flowing through you.
You are not permanently depressed,
sadness is simply visiting you.
You are not lost,
confusion is simply wandering within you.
And you are not broken,
pain is simply passing through you.
Words by Tahlia Hunter
Inspired by the poem by Rumi “This being human
is a guesthouse”💞
The image is “Whispers of Gaia” by Laura Gallmeyer. It blends humanity with nature’s forms and colors, representing the aurora of consciousness.
People you ache for will reject you
Let them
People are going to show you
with their actions
the painful reality of who they are
Let them
People are going to violate
your boundaries
and then blame you
Let them
People are going to believe
their own version of who you are
despite truth or facts
Let them
People are going to misunderstand
misalign and malign you
Let them
I know it’s agony
to allow false stories
to take center stage
rather than truth
but let them
This way lies power
and healing and self-reclamation
The energy you were spending to gain
approval, inclusion, validation
is a false-belonging wound
that’s bleeding you dry
Warning:
To “Let Them”
requires many
stops
and
starts
Stop
the hemorrhage
of explaining
Stop
the frazzle
of justifying
Stop swallowing
the slow-killing poison
of defending
Stop striving, earning, performing
Stop telling yourself
you need their back-breaking
version of love
or understanding
Stop allowing their judgement
to injure your self-love
Take a breath
Dare
to fill your lungs
with something other than
anxiety
Exhale
diminishment
Inhale
expansion
Now start
Start
seeking inside you
the thing that you
always wanted from them
Start
owning all your truth
the beauties
and the beastly
daring to embrace it all
Start
delighting in the wonder of you
as vast as a moon-sky blanket
and dazzling
as a starlit circus
Start
healing the fracture
of your tender fierce heart
gluing and gilding
the jagged edges
with the 24 karat courage
Forgive yourself
for mistaking them
for your power source
The day you start
giving yourself
the love
you wanted from them
is the first day of your freedom
A sky walker once said,
“We’re all living in cages
with the doors wide open.”
You, little songbird, deserve to be free
Take wing from the prison
of your thoughts
You’ll soar
They’ll criticize
Let them
~ Angi Sullins prints, books and card decks http://www.angisullins.com
Art by Digitiel
Fear doesn’t rule here.
“Be Bold”, spirit says.
Show your Love for the Highest and Brightest God who gave you Life despite challenges meant to end it.
LIVE
LOVE
LAUGH
… Anyway …
When God has kept you alive, despite the odds, one really has no choice but to move forward courageously, despite the risk … Blind faith looks like insanity when you keep going regardless of threat. How can one stop, shrink, play small, when God has shown how great He is?
When I think of “being a light” in the world, I envision my front porch light. I see the moths, the flies, and whatever else coming to the light, bouncing off the bulb, burning themselves, probably secretly cussing the heat of the light for burning it every time it bounces upon it. I think of the spiders casting their webs there, catching some of these tasty morsels. The webs and the dead bodies pile up and every so often, I have to sweep the environment of this carnage.
I think of my body, the bright light people claim to see and be drawn to. I think of the bitterness some spew, the deadly, energetic intention sent my way. Those who wish to devour me, hating me because they keep hurting themselves bumping into me, yet they can’t seem to help it, or stop. They demand I dim my light, or that I stop shining altogether.
Occasionally, I have to sweep my environment … on the regular, actually.
It is said, the higher you rise, the greater and scarier the boogeyman gets. It is true. Life is a spiral, ever rising higher and circling wider as the flow goes. There are those who wish for the rise to be a fall, where the circles made are small, limited.
These ones are very skilled and quite determined to retain their authority. They are no newby when it comes to silencing a challenger, or anyone who dare be a bird, rather than a worm.
Expansion is scary. The soul-eater is frightful … it is so much worse than anyone can imagine. Yet how can I shrink, when He who has gifted me life, to be here now, is offering opportunity I cannot fathom the greatness of, yet know exists?
Reminder to the Energies Standing Tall now, in me, and elsewhere ::
Drink your water.
Sing the song.
Dance the dance.
Cry the tears.
Tell the Most High, as you know it to be, your fears.
Let Him carry the burden and provide a solution.
It is seen and known.
The answers, aren’t always …
Alignment.
The shattering of the heart.
The expansion necessary, gained, when put back together.
Like the Japanese cups that break, repaired with gold,
You become more beautiful every time you drop,
And gain substance in the structure, as gold mends the connections.
Courage does not come easy.
It must be fortified in the mind,
Layered in the heart, filling the Soul.
That loving cup isn’t going to fill itself,
And those intent on your suffering won’t let another fill it for you,
For too long anyhow, before dropping you again.
Most folks present their powerhouse to the world. The more intimidating they can be the better. Scary. Reputation. Gain.
Other folks present their inner child, or the vulnerability of their inner child. Heart open, Light bright, seemingly nothing to be concerned about, weak.
When this vulnerability is attacked, it presents the Strength in Self, whatever is considered to be that strength, opportunity to respond to the measure moving against it, expanding, discovering.
What happens to the strongman who hid the inner vulnerability behind the reputation, when the reputation fails?
Who will stand for them in that time?
AI?
1/21/2024, I was told by who I perceived to be, Bastet (could also be Sekhmet) to …
“Be prepared. They won’t survive.”
The last 3-4 days I have been viciously attacked with death magic.
Adversary wanting a body.
I didn’t know what to expect when I heard her say that all those months ago … the past many days have shown me.
I Am Grateful for my Family Devine.
