Let The Poison Come Out

 

Anthony had a really tough final a week ago Friday. He wasn't sure if he was going to pass the technical course. Saturday he came home. To cheer him up, I had made reservations at Disneyland. This isn't a spur-of-the-moment thing like before Covid. You have to book it well in advance and if you cancel it you get dinged. 

But the whole time, Anthony was irritable. Too many people. Too much noise. He just wanted to ride the train and enjoy some peace and quiet. 

I should have realized something was amiss, but I chalked it all off to stress. Sunday he seemed more content, had good appetite. Monday morning I had to work, but I put bacon in the oven before I left the house around sunrise and kept the temperature on the lower side so as not to burn it when he woke up two or three hours later.

When I arrived home he was even more distressed. His stomach had been bothering him all day. Grumpy and irritable, I didn't know how to soothe him. And indigestion made me worry it could have been my fault with the bacon.

Sure enough, I heard a noise in the bathroom that sounded like buckets being dumped into the toilet.

He was throwing up. 

Anthony is not a weak-stomach kid. I can count on one hand how many times he has gotten sick like this, this time clearly being the worst.

And my mother's wise advice, her words, I spoke to him with love, 'get the poison out. let it all out. and you will feel so much better.'

I got him a chair, a wet rag, a glass of water to rinse out that horrible taste in his mouth. And I rubbed his back as waves of nausea overcame him, and more of the poison made its way out. 

Unfortunately, unlike with food poisoning, Anthony remained sick. For two or three days. He stayed on liquids and rested for days. Everything ached, joints, muscles. He couldn't sleep. I made him an iced coffee blender beverage and that really was a turning point for him. Then that night he asked for ibuprofen. It did the trick. He slept and two days later he was back to normal.

Then it was my turn. Only instead of my stomach and achy joints, I had shaking chills, fever and cough. And I had to work. I asked my colleagues if it would be possible for me to take a sick day on Friday. They let it happen. I was resting twelve hours a night, but not feeling better. The coughing was violent. Horrible things came up. I wanted desperately for my natural immunity to fight it off. But when Anthony came home last night he said mom you need antibiotics. 

He was right.

At 'normal' Anthony left to go to his dad's house for the holidays. I don't know if it's the astrology, or my point in life, but I had a lot of icky feelings that were coming up. Everything hit me all at once. My childhood traumas. Being alone at holiday time. Failed marriages. I couldn't remember the last time I could have a normal holiday. Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years are the big three in the hospital. Anesthesia always has to work two of the three. And since I got Anthony every New Years, that meant I always worked both Thanksgiving and Christmas weekends. Because of the shared custody, and the court agreement, I got only one 'real' holiday, Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Eve, or Christmas Day. I never got to relax and enjoy my son. 

This was not a downward spiral of emotion. Not like in the past. Why? Because I sat with my feelings. They sort of came up from all sides randomly. But I paused and tried to acknowledge each one. Wow I was sad about that, I thought to myself. That was really hard. And totally unfair. 

I was a little annoyed and dismayed at how my lack of insight and social skills (ADHD, on the spectrum mild female autism, disorganized attachment ) had left me so alone, after having picked the wrong partners...and from working so hard there was little time to maintain friendships...But I caught myself. I realized even though my time left on earth is more visibly limited than, let's say when I was ten, I trusted that there is a reason for everything, this is my life as it was supposed to be lived, and at least now I have worked hard to gain the skills at mending any rupture in relationship. I've done my work. And on top of that Anthony has been a total blessing!

Emotionally, I had been throwing up. For days. And by letting myself process the emotions in a healthy way, I too was getting out my poisons I had been carrying around unconsciously for many years--thoughts like something was wrong with me and I am unlovable, like I have bad luck, like my life is ruined. 

The past is that! It's no longer here. It's only here if you let it. I realized I'm fortunate to still be friends with my high school first love. Not everyone gets to stay connected. I looked further and could see all the men in my life had been more feminine, which makes sense because I had been more masculine. I had been trained to 'earn' love by my parents who had huge expectations on our behavior--that I didn't develop the feminine ability to realize I am lovable just for existing.  The patterns made sense. And when you superimpose on it that everything is love and love is the only things that exists...well...

There were some guideposts and signs along the way, too. On my last day at work, a medical records worker who appreciates how I always review charts for her without complaining, and do it promptly, she gave me a gift. And one thing in there was a potted pinkish peach silk rose. Tiny. And it was beautiful, I sensed it was a sign. Then FedEx redelivered something from 1800 flowers. This was live mini roses in the same exact color, in a pot that went into a beautiful 'picket fence' basket. I still don't understand the full meaning of the sign, but I value it as such and await further revelation of its mystery.

There have been friends, who are close, who I confided in about my illness. And Anthony's. I kept it quiet online. Their love and support and healing helped me realize that although mistakes were plentiful in my life, it bore fruit. Excellent people who genuinely care about us, me and Anthony. 

I realize it is better now to have communication skills and insight, to move ahead. Instead of unknowing like before, which was painful.

In practicing nurturing, as I healed, I watched lots of movies. Holiday ones especially. And I realized that coming from Hollywood, a holiday movie is kind of like one that is made by the spiritually blind, trying to describe something they comprehend intellectually as 'feel good' . It is lacking. Yet the character that reached me most is Katie or Kate from the Feast of the Seven Fishes, and how she moved on from Tony. A beautiful character played well by the actress. Not since Jenny in Forrest Gump was someone so moving and powerful a character at expressing their inner struggle. 

What is your poison?

Is it a family disagreement?

Or is it being obligated to interact with family members who are toxic to you?

Is it a failure?

A dream that crashed and fell on its face big time?

Is it your body failing you with age? It's frightening, isn't it, how we lose the abilities and clarity we once took for matter of course.

Just for today, if your poison is making itself known to you, and you have time and space, allow it to come to your perception. Don't listen to it's distortions and lies. Look deeper at the actual feeling in the moment. Feel it, and acknowledge how hard it has been to keep that one carrying around for years. Look for the hope in your future. You know better. You won't make those same mistakes again! If there are physical reminders around you, throw them out. I tossed lots of money's worth of thawed meats and meals I had prepared on Sunday and had ready for the week. It's not worth getting sick again. Remember you are precious and no longer need reminders of anything that weighs upon your heart. 

Get rid of the poison, let it come out. 

You are going to feel so much better!

Ross says to wish you a joyous holiday season and that your coming year 2024 is looking very bright!

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The couple

My Dream Last Night

 

I found myself at a luncheon-type conference/seminar with only women. They were powerful women in a society I didn't even realize I was allowed to socialize with. Some were very well dressed, in sequin/expensive suits with matching hats like what Queen Elizabeth used to wear.

There were not many people, but the few who were present at the conference event knew one another. I saw them make side glances at one another, as if they knew something I didn't, and were not going to say a peep about what they knew. I wasn't exactly welcome but I wasn't unwelcome either. I was supposed to be there and they understood.

I went into a convention center-style cafeteria. And although it was near empty with very little food, I saw a small area with exotic fruits I've never seen, that were being sold by a member. These were rare, long purple, large grape like fruits.

Next I was at a glass case around a register. It was square, the counters were glass and you could see in. I was shopping. There was a pair of slippers unlike any I had ever seen. They had light colored plastic bottoms that bent, and long thick ridges from left to right for traction. The top was kind of clear/white plastic very cushiony with designs all over. I looked closer and it had hearts and unicorns. It looked like a modified penny loafer style but wider. They felt soft to wear, very warm, and fit my feet perfectly.

I worried because I bought myself a new pair of replacement slippers for the ones I usually wear, felt ones with fake shearling inside, on clearance for Christmas (in real life, not dream). 

But then I decided I would regret not having the unicorn slippers, so I decided to take them.

That's when I was really surprised. My mother was there. She was at the counter opposite side from me, talking to the worker. I saw her open up her wallet and take out her credit card to pay for it. She wasn't smiling but she wasn't angry, and in a very matter of fact voice she said, 'sometimes you just need to provide for someone'. What I understood is sometimes we need our parents to care for us, even when we are grown up and they have made the transition. 

I found myself at another kiosk. Again, hardly any people anywhere, but there was an asian woman, likely a nurse I knew from the hospital, with me. This kiosk was sponsored by an OB-Gyn I know, Dr. Watch. The woman at the kiosk said I was eligible for this gift because I knew the sponsor. She handed me a very tall, trophy shaped gift with lots of gift boxes wrapped, and it was heavy. There was a wagon, a folding one, and it had a little hood on it like a pram. So I put the prize inside near the hood and raised it up to cover it. 

I took the wagon with me to my hotel room. 

I'm not sure if it was the wagon, or the room, but I saw jars of many black widow spiders opening and being let loose inside the room. There were thousands and thousands of them. Little baby ones who were totally white. Teenage ones with a streaky giraffe like pattern of light and dark on their abdomens, and great big fat grownup ones. 

I saw baby ones climbing onto my backpack, and I said, 'no this is not okay I will touch it' and I shook them off and moved it to a chair. These spiders were on the ground. I was not afraid to sleep in the bed because only a few would get up there. And I was careful when I walked so not to annoy any into biting me.

I accepted the situation, and wondered both why it was happening, and what would become of it.

Then I got ready and left for another function which I don't remember at all from my dream.

When I got back to my room hours and hours later, I opened the door with curiosity about what state the spiders were going to be in.

I scanned the room.

I was shocked, astounded, and totally blown away by what I saw.

They had eaten one another.

Only a few very big full ones were left.

I gently scooped them up in a cup with a piece of paper, and let them outside to a woodpile where they would be much happier than a hotel room.

There were no other spiders left.

I believe this is a prophetic dream.

I had a deep sense of compassion for the big fat spiders, when I realized I could easily capture them and set them free. I had a feeling of fulfillment, of completion, and freedom from harm and fear.

Then my alarm went off.

I was asked by my teams to write the dream. And so I have.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace, 

Ross and Carla

The Couple

The Real Nitty Gritty

 

Happiness is an inside job.

Well, that makes for a nice cliché, doesn't it?

But, what does it MEAN?

As students who find themselves incarnate on the planet Earth, suffering from a huge case of amnesia, often times we find ourselves facing challenges. Often times these challenges seem insurmountable. They appear to be coming at us from all sides. 

One thing that is not able to be grasped while selecting our pre-birth curriculum and signing that pre-birth contract, is the pain we will experience while we are alive! There is the physical pain. Then there is also the emotional pain. The unthinkable, unfathomable spiritual pain hits--who are we are why are we here? There is mental pain, broken dreams, heartache...

Inevitably we realize that the only thing we can control is our attitude, our reaction to our circumstances, as well as our discipline/goals/habits. 

Everything else we cannot control.

Mentally, we are in the construct where time is linear (actually it isn't), where things we perceive with our five senses are 'real' and with our sixth sense 'isn't real', and the work of physical survival consumes most of our daily efforts. There is financial pressure, pressure to 'fit in', and what society convinces us is going to 'make us happy'. 

Compared to our forms in the spirit realm, being incarnate, although it is indeed a beautiful gift and I will explain more about this shortly, it is like being bound, gagged and blindfolded. Our intuition isn't the same. Telepathy is hit or miss. Manifesting things doesn't happen like it used to back Home...

We are held hostage by our very sense of self.

Our ego.

And by our wanting to stay in one piece, healthy, fed, and comfortable. 

Many of us have our hopes and dreams. Some of us set goals and work towards them. Mine was to be a physician. I've climbed that mountain and I'm glad I did. Many more focus on raising their family with love, and keeping food on the table.

Essentially, we are creatures of perception. And our perception is not only shaped by our physical senses, but our many experiences which color them. As well as our personality, our nature, our interests, likes and dislikes. From this basic viewpoint we are then compounded by outside influence, of physical, psychological, and spiritual kind. There are forces out there who 'mold' our perception. 

Let's say you have done 'the work'. You have allowed painful past experiences to rise up and be released. Kind of like Jeff Brown advocates. You may or may not have had therapy. You might follow a spiritual practice. You could have followed your calling and are producing good things to help others in the world.

What about inside?

Where is the happiness?

How do you fill the emptiness inside?

It's a spiritual sense of emptiness, that's why the physical won't fill it. You can do what you want, pursue any pleasure, but sooner or later, you will be like the celebrities who are dissatisfied with that 'cure'. It doesn't work. 

This brings us to the real nitty gritty: sin.

Oh what an unpopular word!

What judgement! How scandalous! Isn't this a feel-good spiritual website? UNFOLLOW! UNFOLLOW!

I am smiling.

I absolutely love to stir the pot. To talk about unpopular things. And to bring up social taboo...lol. Now THAT is part of my soul character from one incarnation to the next! 

Let's take away all the connotations and heavy bullshit that have gone along with that word. Let's strip it down to the very essence of it, in a spiritual sense, okay?

Sin is the state of being unable to let in God's love for you. It's that feeling of something being wrong and you just can't quite put your finger on it. It can be that nagging homesickness you feel all your life but you can't explain. 

Sin is what God gets so sad about. He has all this love to give...and yet we go about our day to day as if He/She doesn't exist at all. 

You might love God. And intellectually know God loves you. But that is not the same as a live relationship with your Divine Creator, one that is fully connected and healthy and whole.

I've loved God my whole life. Always. But a part of me felt, frankly, lonely and unlovable.

The reason it is important to acknowledge sin, isn't because of the sin itself. 

It is because when we are on our knees, humble, contrite, and sorrowful, beating our chest and saying, 'God, I fucked up. I don't know how to make it better. No matter how hard I try, I just can't get this thing right. I'm so sorry God. I don't even know why I am here. Please show me how to put the pieces of my life back together. Help me to find my way.'

This opens the connection. We are human. We are designed to fuck everything up. It is part of the deal. We are never going to get it right. It's impossible on our own. 

But with God?

Everything is possible. 

Everything. 

Sin as we know it, is our trying this thing and that thing, whatever we can to help make that horrible pain of being a spiritual being having a life experience, go away. Then we can slip into some real trouble--addiction, psychological problems, personality conflicts, money troubles--it's easy. And it happens. There's no 'harm' in it(no fault, perhaps a weakness, but let's say you walked into a beehive and got stung--it wasn't the best decision perhaps but YOU are eternally GOOD). Back to the addictions, it's hard to have one! But life is better when you decide to change for the better. And take steps. 

Our life as humans is beautiful because we are given Free Will. Complete and total autonomy. 

We are Love, the essence of the Universe, that is all that exists, all that there is, there is nothing else!

In denying our connection to Source, and our beautiful soul's Divine Essence, we suffer and Creator suffers. Unnecessarily. 

The real nitty gritty isn't  happiness or contentment 'here and there' depending on what day of the week and how the stars are aligned (Oh God! It's Mercury in Retrograde! Quick get the body stocking to hide!).

Our happiness is in acknowledging and living each and every day as the children of Creator. In going after our dreams--even if it's a short term goal here and there at the moment. This enables us to better connect to others. And to feel joy, joy which is our humble birthright...that feeling of being loved for exactly who we are. Every single day. Helping others is one of the greatest highs there is. People say that one again and again and again. It's even why many return after a near death experience...to help others...while they can.

The challenges? Well, we face them still. With just a little more courage than before, because we have better understanding of who we are and why we are here. 

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Twins

Lies Multiply

 

I am a seeker of Truth.

How I achieve this is by taking in a lot of sources, most of which are basically 'half truths'. 

Just like all the information I learned in medical school, half of it would be outdated by graduation, but the teachers didn't know which half would be outdated so we had to learn everything. I'm used to sifting through large sources of information.

Yesterday I was watching a video, it was on X so it's not easy to provide the link. But after a while I couldn't listen any more. The message was fear. That's usually what stops me, that and a sense of intuition saying no longer to ingest the information. 

Well, what was it?

It was a Christian series on how awful New Age is, relating to end times and DJT saving the world. It didn't sound like it was and I made it through perhaps twenty two minutes of it. The first part was talking about the snake of the kundalini. The snake was the bad Serpent and there was person after person describing how their kundalini 'lit up' and what it felt like. Apparently, Kundalini, yoga in all forms, and astrology are Very Bad Things. 

What stopped me in my tracks was the sheer ignorance of the metaphysical world!

How can people who believe in Angels not trust someone who says they can see the Spirit World?

The part I realized it the most was the hypothesis presented that once the kundalini is activated, then it creates even more harmful things called 'chakras'! 

Chakras are the visual whirling energy fields that connect the spirit to the body! I see them. I work with them. And when people are 'fixing to die' the chakras slow down and turn dark grey and black. 

This is Spiritual Gaslighting, what the people in the video are saying. Trying to make those of us who see and know, feel like perhaps we aren't really seeing what we see. To listen to them who 'know more'. 

That's a load of bullshit!

The other lie, which is the Lie of all Lies, is that we need to do something to become a God. Some initiation or anointing or ritual. In my Bible reading yesterday, in Isaiah I think 43, they were talking about how someone takes a tree, uses part of the wood to heat the home, part of it for cooking, and then also carve a god/goddess out of the wood and expect the carving to help them. God is the God who can take bones in a valley and reassemble them, put flesh on them, and give them life (Ezekiel).  Why worship the Creation instead of the Creator?

It makes sense, right?

We are CHILDREN of GOD. 

When we grow up, guess what we are going to be? ADULT CHILDREN of GOD. Spiritually mature functioning family of Creator and All That Is Divine. 

Technically, as CHILDREN we are of the same 'stuff'. Only now with being here and the amnesia and everything it's a little hard to find our way.

So, lets stop for a moment to seek the Source of these Lies.

In a war, who makes the most money?

The people who supply the equipment needed for the war.

And typically, who to these people supply? Is it one side or the other? They would like you to think that. But actually, if you look at wars such as World War II, if you sift through the appearances and shell companies, the actual suppliers are few and supply both sides of the conflict. That way they can make the most money.

In a Spiritual War, let us pause and reflect on these physical war suppliers, and who is it that they serve?

The Lord of Darkness, right?

Well, I believe with all my heart, that this entity doesn't gamble or leave anything to chance. And with the horrible war on the planet and her people and all life forms, there is a psychospiritual form of controlling 'both sides' of the conflict as well. 

Both the far conservative Christian and the really opposite serve the same 'God'. 

The über Christian leaders often lead double lives, themselves, and worship um, perhaps a nice way of saying it is Jabulon. It's their God but not the Creator of All That Is. 

It is controlled opposition and they are harming people, innocent believers, with Spiritual Abuse. Telling the parishoners/followers they are full of shame and sin. 

On the other extreme are the Blatavsky/Crowley types who say, 'do whatever you want there is no such thing as sin'. 

Neither extreme brings one closer to God. 

Knowing your feelings, and really being honest with yourself and Creator, just like a child is with a good parent or teacher--brings you closer to God. Realizing your motivation behind your mistakes, and examining your soul, striving to do better--helps you grow up in Faith and embody your Adult Child of God role. 

We are totally surrounded, nonstop, by all kinds of lies. 

Yet in the video, there was a half-truth. It resonated with me. The 'Oneness' that they were talking about, can be hijacked by Team Dark, so that the Consciousness could become a 'hive mind' of the enslaved ones. 

There only is Consciousness. We didn't need a fallen angel to come make us 'different from the animals we were designed to be'. They think that Luci-boy is the savior by giving 'knowledge'.  I know animals can see the world of Spirit, and they are not mindless in any way at all. Instead animals are often guardians, brothers and sisters in Spirit who guide the way. 

I've covered a lot of material. 

Look behind the curtain where the short guy who pretends he is the Wizard of Oz is. Just like when Toto pulled that curtain. Look behind news, stuff you encounter online, or broadcast, or published...look to see who the material serves. Know that most things 'out there' have enough truth 'thrown in' and mixed with the lies to make them more palatable.  Practice Discernment.

Strengthen your connection to Creator of All That Is. 

Strive to create a balance between your Mind and your Heart. You need both of them working together to navigate your way in these times.

A basic, fundamental working of the Spirit world exists. It has to. And with a strengthened connection to Source, allow it to be revealed to you. 

The Bible was put into King James Version by the same person who pretended he was Shakespeare and wrote all that , I believe it's Francis Bacon, who is a member of secret societies. 

One Truth is that the Dark One studies the Bible, and twists it to achieve what he wants us to believe. The whole concept there is that they want to prove the Bible untrue by changing what is written about the End Times. 

What cannot be changed, is that the Bible is a Living Book. This means that no matter what the translation, the seeker will find things inside that are pertinent to their spiritual path. And as you raise your vibration/get stronger in Spirit, new meanings that have been hidden inside the Bible from your awareness, will become meaningful to you. There is a layer upon layer of insight that the Holy Spirit will provide as you grow in Spiritual Wisdom. This is why direct study is helpful, and relying on teachers is okay but cannot be the only way to work with religion. Teachers can be compromised. The Holy Spirit cannot. 

Next time you encounter lies, and piles of lies, be sure to notice them for what they are...and to look further as to who is sowing them, and why.

Be strong.

You've got this.

You are here for a reason, and you know in your heart that Home is the only thing that's REAL. 

This world is a world of Illusion that is run by some teenage-like souls that are hell-bent on making trouble and finding their personality and just making trouble for the younger ones like us 'out there'. To them it's some kind of game but it's gotten out of hand and they are playing to the death it appears. 

Be in the world but not of it.

Ross says he agrees with this and nods in support. It is a message well spent.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

The Switch

 

This couple is to represent the natural balance of masculine and feminine within us.  Even though we have the capacity to behave and think in ways that are a little more one way than the other, our souls have one sex or the other as their main frequency.

My soul is female.

My body is born female.  I have two X chromosomes and all the physical manifestations of a human female. I have carried a child to term. 

I was raised in a home where I was taught I could do anything I wished to do. My father had no sons. I was a tomboy. I had little interest in dolls and stereotypical feminine things. As a matter of fact my bedroom was decorated all in pink with a canopy bed and I grew to feel confined and restricted by it. Just as restricted by my options to choose from for a career--mother, teacher, nurse, secretary. 

My mother was in body, mind, appearance, and behavior--classically feminine.  As a high-functioning autism child of very high IQ, to me she presented herself as illogical, and I didn't want to be a part of her world. During family gatherings, I enjoyed the company of the men in the family. I would listen to their stories and laugh. They were easier to understand, as they generally said what they meant to say, and there were fewer social cues to decipher. 

I have been working very hard and documenting my efforts to heal my attachment style. Layer upon layer I have shed of old patterns that do not work. How I think, how I act, even how I pray.

Yesterday brought me to a point of two highly significant breakthroughs.

The first and the most important was that I apologized to God.  Right before I went to sleep. I told God how I'd made a mess of my life in the relationship department. I'd wanted more than anything to have a partnership where  it brought happiness and joy and life to myself and my family. I couldn't do it. I lacked the skills of validation. I was vulnerable and fell victim to three narcissists because of my inability to love myself enough to withstand the love bombing phase and see it for what it is. 

I told God how very lonely I am. 

How my life isn't anything I wished it would be. 

I struggle.

And I accepted I will be alone from here on out, fortunately, for the twenty to thirty years I have left. And judging by how fast raising Anthony went, this remainder is going to fly by. 

I told God I wished for a partner so I could practice sharing my needs and communication skills because I'm so awful at it. I appreciate Ross all the more because although we don't have actual conversations like, 'how was your day' because he is in another realm, I appreciate his support and presence all the more  because he isn't a narcissist. 

I spoke of how our first life together I remember I was good to him and he was good to me. The second one I remember, I was awful--but he loved me so much. And our last one, the 'Big One', I had a lot of guilt still how it went. It took a lot out of me. 

I don't think I've ever felt lower, or more humble, than last night. I couldn't sleep, really. But in my conversation all my little things I told myself to make me think I was 'something special' I saw them for what they were, and I was honest, truly honest with Creator about what mattered to my heart. 

I've worked hard, and God has blessed me richly with a job, with online family here, with a son, with friends, and earthly needs. I'm most grateful for the trees, many of which I waited a long time to be able to enjoy. Almost fifty years. 

What I made clear is that I accept God's plan for my life, no matter what it is. 

And Ross gently asked me to write about it. So I am.

The second is where I might get myself into a little trouble. Yesterday, I turned off my inner masculine stress of supporting myself and my family, just for a day. And I turned off my feminine homemaker 'to do' list in my head that makes me feel compelled to work and work and work when I should be resting.

The essence of the Divine Feminine is to be able to receive.

I've renounced Frog Farming (see the Queen Code book for more information).  I've been seeing huge changes in how I've been treated outside the home. Men open doors for me now, when they didn't before. Others I'm overwhelmed with how helpful they are at work. This book is based on the understanding of the differences in how the male and female brain actually work, both for thinking and for communication. It helps us to realize men are made different and to expect them to behave as hairy women is absurd. 

I winced inside when I overheard a nurse poking fun as a male in the operating room, doing her own version of Frog Farming. 

This is the kind of thing they should be teaching us at schools...how to get along, and how to make the better of ourselves and others!

Here's where I get into the trouble part, in case you were wondering...masculine and feminine bodies are from Creation. Our media--film, TV, music--have been messing with that original for a long time now. Not just with stereotypes or objectification. It's been way deeper and darker than that. The legend of Big Michael is one example. There's been many, many artfully, convincingly created with surgery and know-how similar beings who are helping us to define 'masculine' and 'feminine' in the public eye who are role-modeling for us and future generations. Estrogen and its precursors have been put into foods, drinks and packaging. I believe the technical term is 'hormone disruptors'. All of this stems from an ancient phallic-worshipping cult that hides in plain sight, and worships further a hermaphrodite God the Baphomet.  

To be a single mom, you must be masculine--accountable to provide for your family. Our social norms have changed from provider husband-stay-at-home wife, to baby daddy and baby mama. As well as 'blended families' and 'modern families'. Then there's the whole topic that Gays against Groomers support--protecting the children from the latest 'social movement' that's really easy to see on TikTok. 

My point is that there is a lot going on 'out there'. What you are, as a soul, is what is most important. Only you can know what you are--deep down inside. After you filter out all of the outside 'influences' which are completely surrounding us, and also, can be affected by life circumstance. 

Your most healing thing you can do, is to embody that which you are. Like I did yesterday, and allowed my non-linear, feminine, creating self to emerge for a day. The dishes could wait. So I did things as I saw they needed, but didn't commit to any long laundry list of chores. I did laundry actually, because I enjoy hanging it to dry. And I don't mind folding. I watched football because it makes me feel like Anthony is home. I also played some Pokemon Go.  I craved sushi after working out, so I bought some at the grocery store. Just for the day I avoided structure and accountability, with the exception of taking care of my beloved pets. 

Ironically, Cobra today talks of the same idea--click here for article. I don't take him at face value on everything but I do enjoy his description of how things are moving forward (just like I enjoy Fulford). Towards the bottom it talks about how healing ourselves is very important. And also, if you read between the lines, each of us is anchoring 'bubbles' of higher energy, and his description of how these will coalesce in time is fascinating. 

Yes all of this is fake.  Hope is correct, Hope Johnson, in her saying we are making everything up, our life is a movie. I study lots of NDE videos, and in this movie we experience (I'm not sure how we influence others and they influence us in this co-creation of the movie we experience, I do know how she says others are pointing out to us things we need to understand and accept about ourselves)...there appears to be an agreement made on what we experience. Earth is a difficult school, there's so much going on, light and dark are totally available experiences one can pursue to total extremes even. Even though technically it's fake because the only thing that is Real is Love. My point is that on Earth, anything can happen! 

Every day you breathe, you have an opportunity to change your mind and start a new life. Way more than Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover. But it's as easy as they describe in that song, to change ANYTHING. Yes it can take time. But people have left the System (Jessie C, Cisco Wheeler, Kerth Barker, Svali to name a few). People have left horrible lives. 

Here is a video to inspire you--it is very sad what this woman experienced early in life--and yet her unwavering belief in her destiny to become a nurse is a noteworthy example for all! Melissa's story of surviving terrible abuse

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