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Sovereign Woman

Published March 8, 2024 by tindertender

There she is, that Sovereign Woman.

She with the courageous heart and the wild soul. She who says, “This is me. This is who I am.”

She wasn’t always this way.

For many years she was hidden away. Revealing herself fully only in the words of her journal and in her closest friendships. Showing up in her truth only when she felt safe enough to be vulnerable.

But now she’s changed. From her appearance to her writing, she’s a whole different woman.

SHE’S THE WOMAN WHO WAS WAITING INSIDE OF HER ALL ALONG.

It was not easy for her, this transformation. She didn’t just step into this embodied self the way you would gracefully step up a staircase.

She had to go deep inside of herself to find this version of herself.

She dug and descended.
Explored and excavated.
Re-membered, re-defined and re-birthed.

And now here she stands: Battle weary. Flawed. Tender.

She’s cried countless tears and faced many shadows. But it doesn’t take much to see there’s something different about her.

What is it? Can you feel it?

Yes that’s it…

IT’S NOT SO MUCH HOW SHE LOOKS. IT’S WHAT SHE’S EMANATING.

She’s grounded in her Wisdom.
Firm in her Strength.
And rooted in her Truth.

She may look like she’s been to hell and back, and in many ways she has, but the raging fire only devoured everything about her that was no longer true.

And what was left behind after all the layers of untruths were burned to the ground was her true essence.

She’s rising out of the ashes now, this Phoenix woman. She’s orienting her life to who she has become.

It’s all brand new to her and she’s far from having it all figured out. But little by little, she’s finding out exactly what it means to be a Sovereign Woman.”

~ Layla F. Saad

http://laylafsaad.com/poetry-prose/sovereign-woman

Art: Daria Hlazatova

Gather the Tribe

Published March 1, 2024 by tindertender

The old threads are unraveling,
Get your needles ready.
We are stitching a new quilt
of Humanity.

Bring your old t-shirts,
worn out jeans, scarves,
antique gowns, aprons,
old pockets of plenty
who have held Earth’s treasures,
stones, feathers, leaves,
love notes on paper.

Each stitch
A mindful meditation.
Each piece of material
A story.
The more colour the better,
so call in the Tribes.

Threads of browns, whites,
reds, oranges
Women from all nations
start stitching.
Let’s recycle the hate, the abuse,
the fear, the judgment.
Turn it over, wash it clean,
ring it out to dry.

It’s a revolution
of recycled wears.
Threads of greens, blues, purples
Colourful threads
of peace, kindness,
respect, compassion
are being stitched
from one continent to the next
over forests, oceans, mountains.

The work is hard
Your fingers may bleed.
But each cloth stitched together
Brings together a community.
A world, our future world
Under one colourful quilt.
The new quilt of humanity.”

~ Julia Myers

“Thread of life” By Jakki Moore

Macarena

Published February 20, 2024 by tindertender

This song has been playing in my mind for the past couple days. Is the Universe telling me I have options?

Or has the Womb-man been freed?

Power of the Mind ~ Singing Your Story

Published February 8, 2024 by tindertender

You know how many times I’ve been told I’d never make it on my own? That I lacked what it took to care for self? Many. And I said piss the f off!! And at times I survived on top ramen and baked potatoes, but I actually really love baked potatoes and top ramen. Public transportation … bicycle transport … sleeping on the floor in a sparsely furnished apartment .. for a time even, houseless, sleeping in my car. f-them. Freedom often doesn’t look extravagant. But it’s priceless and worth fighting for.

They target the mind, filling it with jargon and trash. They need you in agreement with whatever storyline they give you. They need you to agree to your own limitations, your helpless inability to affect positive change. They need you to rely on them to tell you who you are and what you are capable of.

Stop confirming their lies, their made-up storyline about you! Don’t agree, or take on as truth the bullshit word magic spoken over you and your life to make you small or break you, to minimize you.

They take your song, the blessing of God given essence, coded particularly with your own self for personal expression in this world, and they change the notes, the tune, the tempo. And they’ll rewrite it occasionally, rescript you .. f them bishes.

Some folks can’t stand to see you shine.

They’ll demand you utilize this shiny goodness to fulfill their wishes and demands.

Man!! A friggen TREE is friendlier than many family members or “friends”.

Claim your song.

Creator coded it and gifted it special to you.

Something This Way Comes

Published January 26, 2024 by tindertender

“If you love me don’t let go.”

“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.

Silence is Golden

Published January 24, 2024 by tindertender

Yes. It is.

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.

Aho.

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

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Bob Crewe / Bob Gaudio

Silence Is Golden (Rerecorded) lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

Conscious Connection and a Guardians Prayer

Published January 22, 2024 by tindertender

Something has definitely shifted. I was wandering, getting my coffee, waiting for it to brew, and noted a perfect stillness within me. As tho some thing, or some energy, had been removed. I noted it, and gave thanks. Our team, guardians, protectors, all of those working in service on behalf of the essence of life flowing within all beings… remember them when you are feeling good. It’s symbiosis, and needs to be acknowledged. “There’s a whole lot more coming from this side of the apple”, they said. Show gratitude for the ease, and pray for assistance should it be vacant. The family of the Most High is diligently working on behalf of harmony … clearing chaos isn’t an easy task. Pray for their protection, while they do what you cannot. It’s the courteous thing to do, Should one choose to participate in this special relationship, consciously.

Rise ~ It’s Time

Published January 16, 2024 by tindertender

Testimony of Divine Mission

Published January 13, 2024 by tindertender

When you see a homeless person, who is scraping to get by, still able to smile … or a prostitute, or a mentally, or otherwise, incarcerated person … be wary of how you treat them. Many of them are God’s chosen people.

They insert themselves into the lowliest places, the roughest and toughest and dimmest places, to bring the light, to gather authentic information, to write their testimony. How do you suppose they will describe the world? You and me?

When the polar shift happens and suddenly they receive their divine inheritance, what testimony will they give the Most High? About you? About me?

If you’ve ever had hardship, you added the experience, all of the experiences, and who did and said what, who stood for you and who couldn’t care less, to your personal testimony. This really needs to be considered when we think of others if we are to be so bold as to be in this world as some sort of authority.

The testimonies of the so-called undesirables will be very intense, unbelievable stories of how they experienced people in this world.

They will not sugar coat their testimony. They’ll describe the truth of the experience, the truth of the state of the collective, as a whole.

Will the Most High be lenient when he receives these testimonies? When he reads the Akashic of his hidden warriors?

Quotes of the Morning 1/10/2024

Published January 10, 2024 by tindertender

I must create a System or be enslav’d by another Man’s.
I will not Reason and Compare. My business is to Create.
~ William Blake

The afternoon of life must also have a significance of its own and cannot be merely a pitiful appendage to life’s morning.
~ Carl Jung

Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rage at close of day.
~ Dylan Thomas

Post-mortem life:
Everything gets doubly precious, gets piercingly important. You get stabbed by flowers and by babies and by beautiful things.
~ Maslow

If name be needed, wonder names them both;
From wonder into wonder
Existence opens.
~ The Way of Life, Lao Tzu

Confucius said:
… When a man carries out the principals of conscientiousness and reciprocity he is not far from the universal law. What you do not wish others should do unto you, do not do unto them.
~ From The Golden Mean of Tsesze XIII

A wicked man who reproaches a virtuous one is like one who looks up and spits at heaven; the spittle soils not the heaven, but comes back and defiles his own person.
~ Buddha, The Sutra of Forty-Two Sections

This is the sum of all — righteousness.
In causing pleasure or in giving pain
In doing good or injury to others
A man obtains a proper rule of action
By looking at his neighbor as himself.
~ The Mahabharata

More flesh, more worms;
More wealth, more worry;
More women, more witchcraft;
More concubines, more lechery;
More slaves, more thievery.
(But) More Law, more life;
More study, more wisdom;
More counsel, more enlightenment,
More righteousness, more peace.
~ The Talmud (from Mishna)

We do not exist for ourselves (as the center of the universe), and it is only when we are fully convinced of this fact that we begin to love ourselves properly and thus also love others. What do I mean by loving ourselves properly? I mean, first of all, desiring to live, accepting life as a very great gift and a great good, not because of what it gives us, but because of what it enables us to give others.
~ Thomas Merton