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.”
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”.
“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.
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
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.
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?
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
The safest thing to do when you encounter a honey badger is to stay calm don’t provoke the animal, and if you get a chance to escape from the honey badger, run fast and hide somewhere.
Honey badgers, known for their fearlessness and tenacity, carry a unique spiritual message. They represent courage and the ability to take on adversaries many times their size. They teach us that size and appearance don’t dictate our ability to face life’s battles.
Moreover, honey badgers embody the spirit of perseverance and endurance. They remind us that regardless of the odds, we can achieve our goals through determination and an indomitable spirit. Therefore, their spiritual significance revolves around the themes of relentless pursuit, courage, and resilience.
Superficially Badger people appear unalarming. However, they have an extraordinarily strong core; this becomes apparent when they speak truth. There is no buttering up here – rather, cutting through the BS right to the heart of the matter. That can be harsh, but it can also be very positive, supportive, and uplifting.
Badger Medicine instills strength, self-reliance, and a fresh, bold outlook. Badger helps you be ready for everything, although sometimes his approach to a situation is a tad unconventional. If you’re in a rut, you won’t stay there long when working with Badger.
Badger … portends that you are about to achieve some victory or a turnaround of ill-fortune.
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