I've been taking a lot 'in' lately. There is much instability in our day-to-day situation here on the planet. Changes are being introduced rapidly. This isn't 'natural', it's clearly the implementation of super-long-term planning...
How I see it there are two main 'weather fronts' which are heading towards each other and are about to collide--energetically.
But first let's take a step back and talk about an entirely different subject, which, fortunately, in its own way, dovetails right in with our main theme. Let's talk horses.
Horses are nomadic. They do just fine on their own. This is an Icelandic pony here in the photo. But there's a long fur coat and an independence and nobility to the horse, isn't there?
Here in the United States, there are herds of wild horses in the desert. They were able to survive after being left there by humans and I've seen them, the Mustangs. They are beautiful and their herds keep far away from humans and their motorcycles.
So how do we get to this? The point where not only will a horse accept a rider, but will follow commands and work together with them?
From what I understand, from an early age, young horses are 'broken in' to allow them to be ridden. It's a process that takes time and patience and skill. You need to earn the horse's trust.
Pared down to its most simple description, one 'weather front' could be called, 'Service to Self' and the other would be 'Service to Others'.
'Service to Self' is basically a philosophy based upon the ego, which glorifies the five senses, ignores the realm of 'spirit' that is 'positive'--focusing only on the 'spiritual service to self' side, and does whatever they want, which is, what their egos tell them to do.
They are lawless.
They make plans for a long time.
The 'Service to Others', follow their heart, their conscience, and are well-informed about the current events, the timelines, and the plans of Divine Creator. They have been given instruction to teach others and to build spiritual communities. In many ways, the majority of these have been asleep at the helm.
In the middle, are the ones who are unaware of anything happening with 'the weather' but they focus on Here and Now (survival) and do the best they can. And these have definitely not taken the Red Pill. In effect, they are next up for the Red Pill in suppository form.
As a very small example, the Widows of Co-nineteen are pretty angry and upset over recent email disclosures by a certain physician. These emotions generate a spiritual 'life force energy' for the 'Service to Self' (TWDNHOBIAH)...which has a name, either 'loosh' or 'vrill'.
This is why our last lesson about acceptance of being humiliated and fooled and WRONG is Very Important in our Spiritual Lessons we signed up for. With acceptance our self-love, our self-confident are still intact, our sense of humor has a wonderful opportunity to 'step up to the plate', and levels of 'loosh' and 'vrill' we emanate to the 'ethers' are diminished.
This is how we 'starve the suckers' and disempower them...you know, TWDNHOBIAH.
Perhaps we should name 'Service to Self' as 'false reality' brought on by the 'Incarnate Experience'--it's got a 'spin' on it, and these folks don't want to give up that 'spin'. They want to heighten it and impose it on the masses and literally 'break them in' for whatever plans are next. And these folks like to plan.
The other 'Service to Others' is in fact, solid, spiritual Truth from the afterlife and the Spiritual Hierarchy.
There was a video shown the other day about a Red Horse. One prophetic one being released. There was drama with it...however, if you have studied Svali, you would realize the somber truth that the video was underestimating the danger to people posed by the 'plans' and the 'military excellence' instilled in TWDNHOBIAH since they were toddlers and practiced on a regular basis in the dark of night.
So where does this leave us?
We have a front row seat to the conflict when these two 'weather fronts' collide.
We can set an example on how to diminish the 'loosh' and the 'vrill' for others.
We can dig deep into our roots, for when our kind was forced 'underground' and 'under the radar'...speaking in hand signals, and code...because everything is monitored and the wall have ears and our neighbors do too. Is persecution a possibility? I don't know. Ross won't say. But it's on the table undoubtedly if there is resistance to the plans of TWDNHOBIAH to 'break us' and implement their way.
Who can you trust?
I'm super cautious with all I 'ingest'--I may have my 'sources' I look up and sometimes share, but I never take them at face value. I look for patterns. And I also know that the higher our vibration, as a whole, here on surface Gaia, the higher the Schumann resonance frequency goes. This is very good for our team. Nobody has the complete picture--we are all a little distorted because we are 'in it' and 'on the front lines' and we don't have a complete view.
So I PRAY. A lot. I pray for our supply chains. I pray for our people. I pray for all of humanity to awaken so as to lessen the blow. I pray for wickedness to leave the planet and the hearts of the people.
We saw it live yesterday.
My mom had put aside money for Anthony for college. I didn't understand what she had done. When I was looking up his social security card I saw her bank information. Her name. And Anthony's. I finally understood what it meant.
We called the bank. And asked about the account. They wanted us to send in papers. Instead, I took him in person the next day.
Here we are in the office. The money, which was more than enough for one or two years of college--was gone. Only five dollars was left. And it was included in the Trust--everything was taken out from the regular bank account with Anthony's name on it, and put into the Trust, which is not led by the oldest (me), I'm the last person named on it, and no copy of it has ever been provided to me or my other sister, since it's inception in 2013 when my Nana died and the wills were 'updated'.
Five dollars.
Anthony broke down in tears to understand the wickedness, to experience it first hand, how power corrupts, and how someone he once looked up to, admired, and trusted, betrayed him and his future and the wishes of his beloved grandmother.
He is never going to see that money. It's been already spent. And he knows it. Everyone knows it.
Ross
I wanted Anthony to build up some resilience. His intuition was strong. He knew that if the money deposited had been allowed to grow interest over sixteen years, the true amount would have been near double. He was right on target.
Yet, for the experience of not having it, to discovering it was set aside only for him, the excitement and gratitude at the wisdom and foresight of his grandmother...to having his hopes dashed and crumbled to pieces in an instant...
Carla knows that this message will go through the channels of notification to the Trust. She doesn't have to say a word about it to anyone.
In anger she had wanted to notify her other sister of the truth, but she knew both the setting aside of money as well as its being taken might be upsetting to her. She leaned on me. And after sleeping on it, she understands how to explain this money.
One small comment, 'Who is Angelina?' from the banker tells Carla everything she needs to know.
It was her grandmother.
As a mother, Carla's heart went out to her son in his predicament. They both had wanted Benihana, but afterwards couldn't eat. Instead, Anthony wanted curry. And at the restaurant, he confided he was feeling better. I encouraged Carla to let him buy a mug, of his choice, and it helped cheer him up.
Carla also was going through her old Junior High school yearbooks. One face stood out to her. The pale boy, with the 'towhead' of blonde blonde hair, Jeff Hanneman. She remembered how kind he was, and gentle. They sat near one another somehow in classes due to their last names. He would crack jokes and make her laugh.
But he developed a taste for metal music. Hard rock. His studies would slip, and he would show her his designs on his PeeChee folder. She remembered his one that said, 'Iron Maiden, Iron Maiden, they are so fu-c-in bad you have to say it twice'. It gave her an icky feeling to see him resonating with that energy.
She had heard he had gone professional. But she didn't know what or how.
He started the band SLAYER.
And he died.
He had necrotizing fasciitis of his right arm, survived, but two years later died of cirrhosis complications. He died in May 2013.
She didn't even know.
She researched on him, and looked things up online, and learned with great sadness that SLAYER stands for Satan Laughs As You Eternally Rot. She saw the symbols. She knew what they meant. And although Carla awakened with the Red Pill in 2012, Jeff wrote 'Angel of Death' about Mengele. He knew too.
She was deeply troubled for her friend.
She reached out to another friend who could help explain to her what happened to Jeff? And why?
The answer was he might have been raised in the system. Clearly, with his stature, he was effectively a 'priest' for their 'religion'. He wrote the music and lyrics for just about everything the band did, and if Carla understood it right, he started Death Metal.
Remember the warning.
Remember what SLAYER is really about.
Remember to keep that serious, and don't make jokes about it. It's not funny. It's truly how that 'spirit' feels about all of humanity.
Remember this.
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Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
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