It Affects Everyone

 

Tonight I was watering the yard. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Almost transparent, not like this photograph above, was a column of flying gnats. There were so many! I squirted the hose at them to make them disperse. It didn't work. I tried again and again to ground those nasty insects. I had to give up. They moved a little higher but that was it. I am sure I killed some of them, but the sheer numbers of them and their instinct is what made me abandon efforts and walk away. 

It reminds me of TWDNHOBIAH. They are almost invisible, they are doing something together under the radar, and nearly impossible to make go away. 

Recently it was Alexandra Meador's birthday. I remember her husband Steven was in early October. Last I was in contact with them, things were not good. It was a difficult union and looked ready to dissolve. But I noticed I had not heard anything from Alexandra in a long time. GalacticConnection hasn't had anything in a long time. The website was gone. There was a YouTube of Alexandra in 2018 talking about how soon we would have everything reach Ascension. 

Steven hadn't posted anything either. 

I looked at the people who have passed--Sheldan Nidle (I recall), John Smallman, Dolores Cannon...Then there are people who have disappeared, or stopped posting because of the heat--The Black Child, Gaia Portal, Ron Head (he has slowed down)...times are different now, especially after 2020. I felt sad about this. Thankfully Creator Messages is every day. I  have slowed down too. 

What we are dealing with is a group, TWDNHOBIAH, who believe that abuse and MK Ultra type programming 'strengthen the individual'. They have a different playbook. They have mastered betrayal, torment, torture (physical, mental, psychological, spiritual, sexual). The repercussions are far-reaching.

Let us talk about a survivor of trafficking, Melissa Ryce, in Australia. The types of abuse she describes are horrifying. One of the worst to me was how she was kept in a holding building with other children, naked, no food, and they had to sleep on the floor. She knew and counseled a younger child (Melissa was five or six herself) to keep clean by braiding the hair and using the spit to clean the skin, and to smile. Because the people buying them would choose them. By being 'useful' she and the other girl were able to live. But the cross, unhappy, dirty children who were not chosen probably did not make it. 

While Melissa shares, her word goes out to others, mostly people who want to offer support like me, but also, to other survivors. They realize the injustice is worth talking about. Perhaps in the comment section. Perhaps to those close to them. Perhaps to create their own social media. 

Awareness grows.

Then we add to it movements like Tell Somebody. There people who were not raised in the system share their stories of being violated and abused. Many have written a book and promote it. But others are just trying their best to deal with a difficult situation they survived. The saddest one was a sister who didn't realize, nor did the mother, that the estranged father had been sexually abusing the boy in the darkest way on the weekend visits. The boy grew and committed suicide. It wasn't until going through his personal effects and journals, after a cousin who was also abused by the same abuser, tipped them off. The guilt they feel is endless. 

This is a ripple effect. 

As more people share, others who have been keeping secrets feel supported and safe enough to share. There is nothing to hide. My point is that those with 'weaponized trauma'--TWDNHOBIAH--are outnumbered by the 'everyday trauma'--domestic violence, child abuse, addiction, and I am sure there is more to mention but I can't think of it now. We also have trauma on a bigger scale, societal fear that is definitely non-accidental!

Everyone is traumatized in one way or another. Some a little more, others a little less, a few really really a lot. The gnats are not going to go away. The victims need to feel safe first. They need to feel listened to, cared about, and believed. Then they need time, plenty of time.

In my immediate life before this, I lived in a room with no windows. I never left it. I was a kitten--so mind controlled that when I looked in the mirror I saw a white kitten face, not a human. I was taught gently and steadily to perform what child prostitutes do. I ate from a bowl on the floor that had red jello like substance in it. I had a bowl of water too. I went to the bathroom in a litter box.  I slept on the floor on a little mat with no pillow or blankets. When I did well I was given toys, like a doll to play with. But also, there were many sex toys available to me and I used them. I suspect the room had a live stream in it for people who paid money. I could tell you more but I would rather not. It ended when a client who was in love with me choked me to death before I could finish puberty. As I floated up out of my body I looked down and thought 'what a pointless life that was!'

It wasn't. It was one of the most valuable ones because I experienced TWDNHOBIAH from the inside. From there, you don't know any better. They tell you what to do. And you are rewarded for doing it. If you mess up, they let you know and expect it not to happen again. You don't feel. You don't have feelings good or bad, because they were not developed, your emotions. You look at everything like a problem to solve, a situation to where you think how to best apply your skills. There is no guilt, there is no shame, and there is no pain because you are used to it. 

It took me a long time to heal from that. It affects you in a subsequent life. I am thankful to be healed. 

For another example, have my mother. She was born in war in Italy. They were starving. My grandmother went hungry so my mom and uncle could have food. Some food was odd, like sheep eyeballs and rats. Mom didn't know better, but she learned to like them. She would drink blood from animals that were butchered. As she came to America she realize she couldn't eat those things any more. Her earliest experiences were having to run to the nearby caves to escape the bombs, having her head shaved because of lice (they poured gasoline on her head), and crazy games like setting a rat's tail on fire to see it run real fast. 

I used to think that the influence was in the stories she told me about herself when I was little. But also, I was there, as an egg that was not yet formed completely. It affected her DNA and then in turn affected mine--the stress of war. A similar concept would be the grandparents who lived through the Great Depression and saved every penny and lived frugally. One way or another it affects the following generations. 

Ross

I will step in for a while. Carla is hungry and has waited for her dinner in order to write to you because it is important. 

I will simplify as Carla asks of me.

Remember our forefathers who did everything they could to live a good life, and to help you. 

I want you to go back through your ancestors, and settle on one who was Holy. Really truly a good soul who lived a good life no matter what the constraints. 

I invite you to look back on all that has darkened the DNA/lineage energetically along the descendants going all the way to you and your children. 

Open your heart.

Ask for the blessing and the Divine Intervention of your Holiest of Ancestors. You can go back to Abel if you feel that your lineage was compromised back in the early times. 

I want you to forgive yourself and those who hurt you. It has been one huge mess, with layers of trauma upon generations. One big ugly mess. 

And none of it is real! That is what I have been telling you for ages! For you are in a dimension where things like this can happen, but nowhere else in the universe is it possible! Earth life is the aberration, the nightmare or the dream depending on how you wish to call it.

Then let it go. Whether you think it was real or not, I invite you to separate yourself from it (do not keep mulling it over and over in your head like that's what he said and that's what I should have said, etc. etc.). 

Allow the rest of your life experience to cleanse you and uplift you. 

You are doing amazing, incredible things. I am so very proud of you for how far you have come. Not just for you, but for your entire string of ancestors.

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Aloha and Mahalos, 

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Twins and one of whom is hungry at the moment!

Coming Together

 

Good morning! 

Yesterday was a beautiful day. I am starting to see evidence of the process we have been in for most of my adult life, a process some people may call the 'awakening'.  It took a while for me to awaken even though there had been inklings of Truth here and there my whole life. It was Cobra's Red Pill that really launched my awareness of the things that are 'hidden in plain sight'. 

As I rose to my post, in my heart and in my mind, I wanted a fast, lightning like increase in awareness of everyone across the globe. I wanted use to leave this space and ultimately anchor heaven down to Earth.  STAT. 

Then it was like slogging through the mud, the waiting, the lack of a big event, the endless promises of something happening for the better. I lost the high levels of hope I once had. I became a black pill for a long time, but then again, hope in a thin layer was always present.  

To pass the time I kept my heart and mind working to learn more, to make connections, and to support those who are educating others. I kept watching videos and reading what I could, especially content from survivors. I have mentioned my favorites already this is not the point.

Yesterday I saw the first video, so succinct at explaining connections I had to watch it three times in a row. Here is the link. The information is dense, and yet exactly what glues together the teachings of Jessie Czebotar and the 'seals' of various cities. I had wondered why she goes to such lengths to explain the symbolism on them. They look harmless. When she ties things back to Ashteroth or Leviathan I was like, wow that is a stretch! No. It isn't. It is how they communicate contracts with spiritual beings who oversee Earth, and according to the man in the video, how they keep track of the royal bloodlines. He also explains why it is important. They want to keep the DNA of regular humans out, as well as build stronger fruits of their lineage.

That is when it occurred to me:  everyone speaking their truth, living their truth, is a testament to Divine Creator. It is moving forward towards the awakening. All of us. And it is so scattered and efficient that no amount of censorship could stop it. 

This is very relieving to me.

At the same time, I am sensing a 'frog in the pot of boiling water' trend with the technology. We are slowly moving away from a time where humans were in control of social and business interactions like when I was young. I knew the butcher, the pharmacist, the checkout lady at the grocery store and they knew me. What is a weakness in that system is that one can override the 'system' and 'bend the rules' when needed. 

That isn't the case at the new hospital parking lot. I work many places now, and one of them is very new. The other sister hospital has a parking office and you can go there to buy daily parking passes, or buy them online. Only I am having trouble finding the website. At the new hospital, you take a ticket, and when you leave, you must show the QR code to the scanner built into the post. Then you tap your credit card, and the boom goes up for you to pass. There are no humans anywhere! I suppose there is a push button to intercom for help, but even then, it is so cold, distant, and robotic. 

At the grocery store the other day I went before work, and it was too early for human cashiers. We had the clerk manning the four self-checkout machines. 

I am not sure if you have noticed but there are cameras everywhere. And according to a person posting about a lawsuit against a big theme park in the area, facial recognition technology is used not only at the entry gates but throughout the park. It monitors the biometric data, not only the face. It looks at your gait, your size, and location. The lawsuit says that it is sensitive information, like a password, and can't be stored or taken without consent. Only now the same park has signs up that say we are taking this. So entry equals agreement, right? 

I am watching these two trends weaving together, one of subtle control mechanisms like a trap being set, and the other of freedom and awareness. See if you can ferret out themes along these lines in your own life. Remember a lot of the survivors are risking their own lives to pass along this information. And be thankful that this information is still available on platforms.  Stay close to Creator, taking time to be one on one, soul to soul, heart to heart, for it will strengthen you. 2030 is less than five years away, and a lot of major planning is based on that--from both factions! Show time is on the way!!

Enjoy the show.

That is enough for today.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The ones who love you unconditionally BIG HUGS

Like Fire and Stone

 

Some things are not what they seem.

There are many of us here who are observing ongoing current events with a watchful eye. 

We know that appearances are not the Truth. We also understand that Actions and Behavior are closer predictors of the actual Truth than listening to words.

Yet today, I have been invited to use words to describe a Truth that is the element in the room.  Even though we have been promised that once the actions and ways of Those Who Do Not Have Our Best Interest At Heart are addressed by Spirit, it will seem as if it happened in an instant and has no lasting effect.

Au contraire!

For those who study, as in Historical Events, there is a lot to understand and interpret. We are talking about a system that has existed for millennia, passed down from generation to generation. These systems are interconnected and international, operating behind belief systems they do not even believe! They just use them to discredit the survivors and control them.  The psychology behind it is abhorrent but fascinating. And other realms, such as control of the masses, the establishment of financial systems and policy, even politics (and hidden ones who pull the strings on the puppets)--there is a lot to study. 

So for those who are observing from team TWDNHOBIAH, it is clear that your goal is to turn all of this information into a 'hero story' ultimately. And to quell the opposition and if you can't get ones to join your philosophy then to destroy them.  The History Books will be written by you. 

As someone who looks toward the defeat of TWDNHOBIAH and is pragmatic, there are millennia of examples of what NOT to do. The History Books will be written accordingly. There is fascination and respect for the body of work that has been running how everything works in society without getting 'caught'...in other words the ability to be hidden in plain sight. Just like a physician who studies what is abnormal in order to be able to treat it. 

As a sign, I just saw two hawks outside flying together, circling in the air, and landing on a branch together. They were hunting black crows. It appears they got one after appearing to rest on the branch--it is just out of my field of view. 

All is not lost. It is going to change. In my opinion, for the better, but for all it is worth, it is an opinion shared by many, and certainly, most who read this.

One can only fight against LIFE for so long. Spiritual Life, Psychological Life, Physical Life, Emotional Life...all LIFE. Life is bigger and it will win. Last night I realized another reason why those who do terrible crimes against children do so--there is no accountability (creation of new Life), little risk of catching a communicable disease. Then if you add the layer of making the young brain receptive to control, and yet another layer of the traumatized reenacting their trauma by becoming abusers...that explains a lot behind the success of team TWDNHOBIAH. They hate Life, as Life was intended, and skew it to meet their own unhealthy desires. It is really obvious when you stop to think about it. 

There are so many blessings waiting to be bestowed upon all of us. Both teams. I hope to see the resolution and emergence of Heaven throughout the galaxies and cosmos and ultimately, Planet Earth. Remember it was not 'all for nothing' if you are on team TWDNHOBIAH.  Your efforts added to the knowledge and will be remembered for all of history.  When will the next steps happen? I do not know. I only know I was asked kindly to share this information today before work.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

I Am Feeling Better

 

It has taken some time to emotionally process a loss I should have processed a long time ago. But survival and avoidance have a way of displacing that. Softly, in the background, just like my anti-virus software on my computer, protection and progress has happened in my heart.

It feels deadened, the painful memories. When I remember them, I think, 'that was hard' and 'that was really difficult' but nothing more. Gone is the need to almost vomit, gone is the gut-wrenching agony I remembered as if it was yesterday. 

Now what?

I talk with my teams. Last night before I went to sleep I was asked, 'what would you like?'

I didn't know. 

Honest.

I struggled. 

So easily my thoughts go to gratitude. Yesterday I found our backyard turtle had flipped during a long work shift. One the back for the whole night plus who knows how many hours during the day. The terrified turtle had peed everywhere--Mojave Desert Tortises hold their urine most of the time they have quarts of it. Pee was dried on the cement and all over the poor creature. Poop as well. I was so thankful I stopped to check after putting the food plate out for the day. I scrubbed and washed and soaked the turtle, not once but twice because soaking helps them get their moisture back and fill that urine tank inside the shell. Winter is coming and before 'hibernation' (brumation is the proper term) they need to be very healthy and prepared. 

Gently, I was reminded the question was, 'what do YOU want to have happen indefinitely in the the future?'

Again, I felt gratitude for my work and my home and my hobbies, and I hoped for it to continue.  You see, baseline 'normal' for me is for horrible things to happen, life-shattering things, because of the imprint from Ross's death so many years ago. Expect the worst and be prepared. It is a defensive psychological strategy. So...I am being gently asked to let that go, and to be more 'proactive' towards love and happiness I suppose?

I want to have pancakes this morning. I thawed the batter. And last night I wanted an easy dinner, one I had made, that I didn't have to put in a lot of effort. I thawed a frozen leftover, bangers and mash, and then put it in the oven to cook. Yesterday I wanted to read. I did not have the chance but today I will. Small, day to day things, I am just starting to be able to handle. After adulting and also through getting myself into my work, and especially after being a parent, my life had been driven by a 'to do' list, and by fighting any fires that needed to be addressed.

I had two particularly nasty fires to be put out recently. One involved a survey on the computer that was mandated by the government that I had been asked to do in early June and I had put off. The other was a question from the IRS regarding the 2024 taxes.  Both are done in record time now that I set my mind to it!

The suggestion from Spirit was to spent the day tending to the garden. I love that. My garden isn't beautiful in the traditional sense. But it is beautiful to me. Things grow, and I am excited about them. My plan was to have a garden that is like nature, it re-seeds itself and changes with the seasons. I did get the nudge to put flowers all in the border by the fence, and to keep things that grow in the planter boxes.  I sensed to take the compost out of the compost bins and spread it certain places to prepare the flower beds. 

What do I want in the more distant but still not too far future? A nice Christmas. For good happy times with my family and friends. To exercise on a more regular basis (today since I am off I am going to walk after meals).  I had been told by Spirit earlier in the year to go to the beach as often as possible, and I did not go even one time. The swells have been really strong this season, there have been drownings and people being swept out to sea, so perhaps my doing things closer to home is justified? Hopefully I can start going and walking at the beach again this autumn.

Hearts break.

Mine has been completely broken for millennia. I am talking not just pieces but crushed powder not too different from cremation residue! I don't have to carry it that way any longer, my teams do not want me to and it is clearly no longer required of me. But it is there. While I was helping the turtle yesterday, I was talking to it. I sat for a while next to it in the sunshine and shared how worried I had been and how happy I was it was still alive. I changed the wood pile it had been climbing so it can't climb. I also reached out to knowledgeable people, and learned that male turtle do this, they go a little crazy in mating season and get themselves into trouble exactly like mine.  When I was soaking and scrubbing the turtle in the afternoon when it was warmer to get the last residues of nastiness off him, I was singing and totally immersed in his care. I set him on the ground and used the wet rag to take water from the washtub and sprinkle it on him like rain, over and over and over, singing the whole time. Just everyday tunes I changed a little to fit the situation, putting in words like 'turtle' and 'soaking' where they would fit.  I also told him the story of how his old mom was my first friend from the block, and she had to move all the way to Texas. That is why she asked me to take him, and I care for him for her as well as for him. 

There is a lot of love in my heart.

I think that is what hurt the most when Ross died. It stopped flowing.  Our situation changed. The connection was always there between us, it cannot be broken. It was sad when things soured between us at the end of our time together. It was horrifying to learn what he was capable of in the middle of our time together (telling me me my newborn son had died in childbirth and sending him off to be raised by strangers to protect his legacy, and more). There was so much pain in my existence! Being a woman was not the best, Ross had been most kind and generous in treating me as an equal, a partner, and sharing what he knew as a friend to me. More so in the early times, when it was just the two of us. But to have it stop when words were unsaid was cruel. Even in the depths of mourning and despair, in the panic of trying to keep my family alive and in hiding from those who sought to unalive us, and in the shock trauma of the soul ever since, the truth is, I never stopped loving him. I only stopped being able to express it. 

There has been a lot of work on me learning to find my voice. To celebrate who I am after our life together where I was basically in the shadows to everyone but him. And later, to him too. His life took on its own meaning and being paired with me was not even a second thought. I was there like a chair or a pot or a candle, my heart had no bearing on what he did. After the inevitable, life went on. I struggle. Even though I am struggling, this stretch it is without the burden of the old pain. I struggle like an infant learning to walk. I fall regularly. Then I get up and do the same things again, a little better. One day I will walk. And after that I will run!

What brings me joy is being connected to others with my heart. My patients. My colleagues. My family and friends. These connections fill what was once empty and devastated beyond recognition. The pancakes are now calling me. I hope you don't mind if now I go. Thank you for your caring and reading. Your heart is the sweetest part of the aftermath of Ross' going away. It has sustained me for millennia. May all blessings from Spirit rest upon you. It has been a long journey for us both. You have been there the whole time. I always knew and responded to your presence in my life (lives). I am sorry I was in too much pain at times to let you know before now how much I love you back.  Thank you for loving me.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The couple who is eternally wed