DO NOT SIGN UP FOR EMPATHIC ABILITIES

 Want to see something fucking crazy...

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That was my welcome screen as I opened this fucking laptop... (it shows random images..at random)
Ok...so either facebook and windows are in cahoots...
as well as with blogger.com...
Or the Universe is going fucking crazy!
YAY!

Cause today was fucking crazy.
and the fucking fucking fucking empath bullshit I have to deal with is incredulous!

Look... I KNOW absolutely for sure this is another one of those fucking shift upgrades
And I KNOW all the things and all the feels and all the processes
and I KNOW it's all fucking good...

but good fucking god...
I got nothing done today... without a bit of effort on my part
I did get my fucking dyson ordered... but not from the place I was planning to get it from.
I did do a few minor tasks, not including the yard stuff I was gonna do......
ugh....intentions are fuckers.

I feel fucking great! That I ordered the dyson and the vessi's and the shirt from zulily, and I bought some courses for the fun of it.
And I feel fucking great! That I KNOW empath bullshit is only temporary and I can kill people another day. And I KNOW whatever fucking upgrade we're going through is gonna be so fantastic that I get that fucking fantastic monetary match to go with it.

I just want to fucking SCREAM!!!!

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In the meantime...while I'm expanding into fucking awesomeness fuckery...
Sao Paulo must be in this same weird funky vibrational zone.
And shit is literately getting thrown at me...
I'm glaring at the Alchemist like he's a fucking bitch
asshole did not say it was going to be this kind of bitch fuckery I'd have to deal with.

That asshole is fucking laughing.
ARGH!
He likes to see me mad. 

there is not enough emojis I can possibly post to express my disdain and huge temper tantrum I'm throwing.

He slaps me on the back shoulder... hard. A huge smirk on his little grubby ass face.
"You'll be fine." He mentions causally, as if nothing means nothing means nothing.

"I want my paycheck." I clarify...harshly.

He leans back in his chair. Kicks his feet up on this imaginary desk...
"You just spent it on all that crap you ordered. It'll be here, what...next Wednesday..." He smiles.

I scream. Cause he's fucking right.
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Hey! Imma go take a hot shower and hang with the Alchemist for a little bit
He makes me laugh... at myself... but still... it's the thought.

:)

Dark Knights don't follow the rules

 We are sufficiently getting some things done and a whole lot of NOT


I had this dream last night ...
We were in Sao Paulo, Brazil.
... and there was a walking parade group handing out little crispy horn-like crackers...
    (not like bugles... but if those were stretched longer and way way skinnier... and they were tan)
and they'd hand them out to people saying if you eat them you ask for forgiveness for a sin or something..

So I was handed some and ate them
     (they do just crunch easily and taste pretty good... assuming dream tastes are similar)
anyway, I hate them and was like...

"Forgive me for the times when I act like a jerk."
        LOL  because I couldn't think of a damn thing!
all the people there thought that was lame, but I swear I couldn't recall anything I needed 'forgiven for'

...sooo yeah... I was clearing out the hotel room at this rather luxury hotel (we had 2 rooms, yo!)  
    and I was going to bail on the group of people/family I was with and not tell them.
   they were planning to drive 11 hrs or something...
   but I was not going to join them and take a plane instead, cause I'm not stupid...
    and I was done with their vibe.
One of my friends there said, that it would be scary to go alone, cause she'd get lost.
   I said, "I'm not scared. I've been to L.A..."
     (like that means anything at all *insert eye roll)

So... Sao Paulo... which I kept calling 'San Paulo'...
   WHICH in fact is the same exact thing, just different languages... for the win! (Saint Paul of Tarsus)

I kept trying to look it up on my phone in my dream and I was upset that google wouldn't let me
as it didn't understand what SAN Paulo even was... *sigh
   but I was spelling it correctly in dreamland.. for once!

AND now that I just wrote this out, I'm thinking it has something to do with St. Paul...
As in St. Paul Minnesota... the twin cities... (20 20)
You saw it here first, if anything happens regarding asking for forgiveness...or crackers....

(I wonder if their election was rigged... ssshhh  )

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so that was fun... I got to travel, see a rather gorgeous dreamland city, with a fancy hotel, friendly parade people, I got forgiven for being a jerk, had some cracker horn things, walked with a friend, and got to use my phone...


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Your authority is not something you need to ever negotiate.
There's nothing outside of you that requires you to hand it over.
And even if you have, it's refilled every moment.
Authority belongs to you, flows through you.
It's something that comes to you freely...unending...
You can hand it out all day every day, 
but you don't have to give it away.
You get to keep it and use it for yourself if you choose
And there's nothing to justify about it, to anyone, ever.

There's appreciation for you rule keepers. Those of you who assert that this line is the correct one, for those who don't know.
And there's appreciation for you rebels. Those who devour the barriers and constraints, for those who know better.
We can be wild, we can be free.
We can be safe in the zoo too...with all that free food...
Both places can be nice at times, and both can be not so nice at times...
We all can play in between the two too.
But you get to choose.
Don't let anyone choose for you.
You're the author...and it comes from you, through you, into being.

PS: Don't be a jerk and spew it over others. They don't have to listen to you.

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Batman doesn't follow anyone else. He does his own thing.
He maintains his authority...
    (and I am in no way whatsoever condoning Ben Afl-ACK playing a good batman)
                      (why don't I own a batman costume...hmm?)


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I got hired for a job...and I don't think I can do it...
like I don't want to do a certain aspect of it...
or...can't do it... so there's that...
conundrum...




for some more weirdness...
my grandma dropped by last night.
Yeah...
okay then...
She says hello. Asked how everyone was doing.
I asked if she was coming back.
She sighed and begrudgingly said...'probably'
'but not yet. I'm trying to talk them out of it.'

I'm assuming her council/guides/whatever are getting on her ass...
Lol.

I have no idea.

But if someone becomes pregnant next year in my family....
you've probably got my grandma in you!!

just saying... O_O

you heard it here first.

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I really should be working...



but I don't 'should' on myself.


OH wait!!
There was a second dream, I forgot until just now!!

I owned a raft. It was motorized. You could drive it with your phone.
And I left on the raft...but these people/family were with me until I could safely get to the Mississippi River. Then I had to say goodbye, and I hugged this guy and told him I would miss him.
Then left on my raft, but the river police wouldn't allow you to have more then 12 animals on your raft or something... and I was worried I had too many! LOL
I kept trying to think of how many pets I actually had on my raft, but I didn't know. Some other guy on his raft, let me put some of my pets on his, so I wouldn't get in trouble.
And the river was moving only because some monkeys and some deer/goats were at the beginning of the river, running, making the water move....  ???? idfk

Anyway...
Maybe that's why authority given to others is a bad thing.
I wasn't doing anything wrong or anything that negatively affected others.
Or affected others at all.  period...

Can we not play this game...
We are not against you.


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So monkeys and kittens and bright colored mittens..
water and stackers and parades with small crackers..
Warm sunny days that melt your ice creams...
These are a few of my favorite dreams...

Bingo was his name-O

 SHUT THE FRONT DOOR

like... this path, or whatever one wants to call it...
is the shit.
the good shit, of course.
     (the kind that flows out, not too fast, not too slow..
          smooth, without all the chunks.
                 relieving kind...and leaving with you wondering what the heck you ate.)

besides the point

so random things... things we are not going to divulge
         (because the actual physical reality of it, is irrelevant...
                 and frankly moot.)
as the energy is just deciphered specifically for each individual...
These random things... appeared... not out of nowhere...but out of nowhere...
and they were here ALL ALONG.
   and that whole vibrational reality and receptivity of our frequency is spot on
 

and yes, we're being vague, cause we don't have to be anything else. HA!

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AND

yes, there's an AND

A moment happened today... where you get fired up to respond to a facebook post.
   (but not the perceived bad kind!)
and we posted... but we was skerd cause maybe we were too passionate...
  but we weren't...
and the universe said it was just source building up inside you so you could express the fuck outta it.
   (and no.... we didn't elaborate on politics or anything like normal people...)
 So we had lots of likes.... (as if those mean anything...)
   because we got to explain eight grade quantum reality to third graders...
                   (disclaimer: not actual grades...just an analogy)
               (and we were glad our writing skills came out in a way that were understood)
...

in smaller words... we provided a clear and balanced perspective of 'ego' and how trying to kill it, is in no way at all helpful to anyone.
      (Please do not harm the egos)


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This is in fact the second blog post of the day.... but we gonna just let it hang out with the tab open for another day or so, lol... no use in thinking we are actually gonna write more often.

I'm busy proofing and editing screenplays right (write!) now. ;)

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I feel like a coach... and I'm not getting ____...
     (DOH!
                I just realized a HUGE thing I shifted the other day...
                People do not provide for me...
                The Universe provides for me... sometimes through people and sometimes other)

I advised two people today alone. And that doesn't include the instance I posted above.
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not procrastinating...but waiting until the invoice is paid, got some work to do...
cut out some canvas for 3 of the frames... and need more...
could probably go cook... kinda hungry
edited a screenplay yesterday and need to add a scene... but almost finished with that one.
then reread the other and make sure what was changed works

you know those times when you are just looking around at  all the things you want or should or could do...
but you aren't enticed to do any of them...
that's this place right now, lol

and I'm blatantly just writing to be writing, with nothing to really say.
good practice for the typing kill, I suppose.

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So ...

Body is good and wants to eat simpler things. She just wants rice, and yogurt, and some meat. She's been whining when there's anything more than that on the plate...

Mind is not impressed by any of the tasks we've offered her. She wants a new toy to play with. I think it might be a dyson. ... 'Be sure to get that dishwasher too." she scowls at us.

Brain is tapping the schedule she laid out, trying to get us to initiate something towards the inevitable goal.

Ego is kinda thrilled that we called the Overseer a bitch and not her. We told her we wouldn't fire her, and she just feels all loved and shit. She's been complimenting Soul's ability to comment on facebook without sounding like a douche.

The Kid is taking a nap.

Soul is not worried at all about Brain's schedule and completely believes we will be ahead of schedule after we've sufficiently filled our very important laziness quota. She's been pondering some things and reevaluating some old beliefs. Probably will be a purge soon. That'll be fun.
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Day after....cause that's how we roll
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"We should have something of our own..."
   She looks at us, as if we ever had answer for her.
Perhaps, child...
   But if we resonate with all the things we love...
how do we choose just one?
   How do you eat just one meal? forever?
Eat only at the same restaurant? forever?
   The same cuisine? Shall we only eat tacos? Only spaghetti? Only steak?

"How about...just me?"  She stares at all the creations...
               (not 'eat' her... gah!) (but create regarding her...ugh)
wtf...
WHAT THE FUCK!
She reminds me of two of my favorite people.
   The Christ and my son...

And we all glance at each other and simply...and without resistance... nod.

God, we love her.

Ego reminds us once again... that she's the one who found this little spirit.
We again acknowledge that...just to shut her up.

The Kid dances off with one of her stuffed creatures in her hand, flopping erratically.
Satisfied...
So easy to satisfy a child...
To satisfy us all.

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So...
give in to your inner child.
GIVE IN
Give them whatever they want.
And it's best to do it sooner, rather than later...

And ...

give in to your children
GIVE IN
Give them whatever they want
And it's best to do it sooner, rather than later...

Or you can require obedience...
You can require they fill your needs first...
You can manipulate and hold something apart from them...

But you're only doing it to yourself... denying yourself like you deny them, like you deny heaven

So
Love your kids.
Love them.
Love yourself.
Love you.
Love all of you... which is all of the ALL.


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I wasn't gonna post this one...
but now that we've gone all kid-friendly... lol
I get to.

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The 2020 bingo card is almost full...
the season finale is coming late next month...

I need one of these to win...

Alien Disclosure/Arrival    (they are already here...)
Asteroid Impact     (please kill us all)
Revolution/Civil War       (Patriots <3)
Shut Down of Media and Social Media   (gonna happen anyway eventually for an overhaul)
Country of Texas   (hope you like bugs)
Nesara/Gesara    (conspiracy, don't bother looking it up)
Murder for not wearing a muzzle    (aka a mask...self-explanatory)
Martial Law    (snitches get stitches)
Zombies   (not deer... people)
Food Shortages   (ummm....this may have already began)
Revelation   (yes)


Stay tuned for the next episode

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And something with tetrahedrons.... for Dec. 21, 2020
this is new...   
                            (yes, I was attempting to connect to my future self on that date... this is what I got
                                from myself...)  (of course... the transmission and receiver are different, because
                              reception is strange when actively doing this on purpose) (But more or less...
                                   it's a let down...so don't have high hopes about it.) (Things have shifted clearer)


     (The Tetrahedron represents the element of Fire and is linked to the Solar Plexus; the center for personal power and acceptance. It creates the natural balance between the physical and spiritual. Each side sits flat, no matter how it is turned, making it the perfect symbol for balance and stability.)
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Balance, stability, power, acceptance, FIRE...
ok...

so the asteroid, LOL
The great reset? HA!
It is 2012 anyway... so maybe...
Hooray!
Why is this exciting?!

wait...the asteroid causing the reset!!
and then the food shortage causes the revolution... oh wait...
or causes zombies...
or the aliens... try to 'rescue' us...what's left of us...
but people are afraid and don't want to go with them cause they watched the movie where they get eaten

HaHA!!!

Sounds fun. Who else signed up for this skit here on earth at this time?

Dude....some dude just referenced Martial Law on the news channel...two seconds ago
because people are listening to the other people in charge... willingly..
pssh.... whatever...   not my circus

wait... maybe Trump does win and the election is overthrown...
Or doesn't... and Texas leaves the union.... so the reptilians can't control them/us.
wait...
I've lost track HAHAHAHAHA!
This is fun, bullshitting about the 2020 season finale...







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Are Hawaiian's allowed to laugh loudly...
    Or just a low ha....?

We've killed the overlord

~ Overseer ~

noun: overseer; plural noun: overseers
person who supervises others, especially workers

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This bitch....
let me tell you about her...

she likes those little words, the ones that come out all snide like
the ones that keep you cradled close to the small little things
only the things where you are kept in line
out of trouble
out of sight
out of mind...

saw her the other day...maybe a week ago
and she was dismissed.
this overseer... this over see-er....
who likes to tell you all the things she sees possible...
which in every case is a small piece of the universe...and she's also fucking blind.
so it wasn't much...
but we heard her little words and saw her little ruse...
fucking rule-followers...
there's no way to even describe the annoying perception I have of you.

and then we dismissed the rules...
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And today... a few simple words shifted the entire trajectory of possibilities into this lane.
"As an initiate of the Universe..."

those words... especially once we did this weird thing of Joe Dispenza's...
(which truthfully cut off short and left you floating in space without any aim whatsoever, lol)

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HOLD THE PHONE!
so it's like 2 days later since I wrote that above ^ ^ ^
   (I'm wonderful at stopping when the feeling dies out...
           or starting when the feeling actually finally comes)
But things...glorious things...
big big shifts...
and not just the energetic kind.

There's a struggle here unfortunately.
As even if there's a way to describe and attribute, or even analogy-ize the explanation...
which there is... and for once words do exist...
There's something here that begs not to be disclosed.
And Ego is shaking her head confused, saying 'It's not me, yo.'
   even if she probably would if she wanted to...

A strange thing.
To become mightily aware of a specified and glorious aspect...
and not divulge...
not divulging the secret....which is not a secret at all...
but the commoners.... would only ravage the garden if you told them...

so...
I'll have to save it for those who are brought hither.

And it is something....

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luckily the Alchemist is here too.... which is great, because he's invested now, lol.
Signing up for the next round perhaps.
God love him.
Signing contracts and shit so as to see this through for awhile longer.
"Taking on more responsibility." He grumbles slightly.
but would it be any fun if you knew it would be simple and easy...
"Yes." He assures me. "The payoff however..."

and asking about what equals success in the aetherlands...
"Walking the path. Especially with you."

awwww😭

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Body is nodding. Satisfied with outcomes and ease. She thinks it would be a great time to start exercising from time to time, only to immediately follow those thoughts with a huge belly laugh. She really just wants to take a hot shower and read.

Mind is chill. Still high. She hasn't been back down for a while now.

Brain is thrilled that tasks are coming into view and all she wants to do is schedule them out in the correct order....only to hope for once that the rest of us listen to her itinerary.

Ego is kicking her feet... waiting for something to cling to....but only because it would be fun to do the old things every now and then... just to fuck with us... She thinks it's funny.

The Kid is waiting for us to get the new canvas frames wrapped...so we can start painting stuff. She wants colors. Lots of colors.... but more or less just eagerly waiting to play with some magical rocks tomorrow.

Soul is almost about to demand things, giving us the hard stare. She wants us to meditate in the afternoons....IMMEDIATELY, she stresses. So.... we know that she'll lose her shit if we don't oblige... and we do not want that.

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I think we're done here...
ttyl


Bring home mountains of spring water and drink to your heart's delight... but know that the water isn't just water and your heart is more than what you have in your chest. All things are replenished, all things are filled, and all things are brought forth as puddles under your feet. Be sure to were your water boots and splash that shit. It's fun.

 

 

Merkabah and the monkey

 "You've found the path, so why are you looking back?"
  the Alchemist would shake his head annoyed.
   and is he not coming with? my thoughts would question..
because he's behind me now...and although there are never goodbyes..
  there's something to be said for having a favorite guide....
and I don't think he's going away... but again it's a changing of form..
he doesn't look the same once again, even if his energy is spot on.
  more human at times...more shadowy now.
I have to turn my head to look... what a crap shoot.
  he just smirks and prods me to keep going forward...
if we can ever even call it that... we never move... just change as well.

"You act like you've never done this before?" He jests.
  as well as roll his eyes enough to make the truth of it obvious.
   cause we've always grown before...this is nothing new, not even a little bit.
the path is here, but there aren't any signs.
no map, not even a trail mind you.
A random wilderness at best.
but the views...the trees...the sounds...the smells, sights, all the colors...
that's why we are here anyway, yeah?

it feels comforting to know every step is correct
because every step is one you've created, rather than followed.
   and you only create what you are. who you are.

"And who are you?"
   he catches the moment like a viper, because he does that..

Everything.

The space for everything.

...and all that will be.

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This is the place I usually write down the physical things I've done or am doing..
HA!
Slow at best...almost rather moot.
I don't care about these things.
But I sat in a certain place today that was expansive and freeing.
I won't write it here, as it words would never be able to rise to the feeling.
It may be the only reason the path even appeared... or non-path...
  even the Alchemist nodded, as if he was pleased with the outcome he knew would come.
  like a full satisfied completion of one of his projects.
I wouldn't doubt if I were one of them. 

He claims I'm not a project...but his words deliver a sense of something close to that.
he smirks again...knowing I barely understand, but know.... iykwim

... expenditure...a vast enormous completely risky investment...
  the words he likes best it seems... with the word risky highlighted, he adds.

..."One that was worth it."

not that worth has anything to do with it
but he had been warned at the beginning...
not taking time to believe what they told him...
and he's thankful for his partaking in this... this expenditure... (?)

"I want you to stay on this path. Don't deviate, even for a moment...
    or it will be lost to your eyes."
  he looks my way, stepping closer
I nod.
"Where is it?" he asks, coming up to me.
I point?? but not really... I can't even describe this...
"It can take you all the way there." He says assuredly.

and he plays it off like it's a car... cause I devour analogies like doughnuts
you've got to care for it, tend to it, give it gas...
pay attention
focus...but not the focus as in the goal... (which there isn't one?)
the focus as in the being in the car...
staying in the car...
except it's not a car...

it's the path

and "It will take you all the way there."

and my mind is like...'and where is where?', 'what is where?'
and as soon as she had those questions...the questions were dismissed...
right here... right now.


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Body is allowing and appreciating not having to throw a fit to get what she wants.

Mind is sitting in solace, rather happy and free flowing. She's feeling whatever and feeling kinda high.

Brain is looking over the list of things that could be done, but has agreed to not be the driver.

Ego is liking all of this. She says it feels like she's not dampered by the pisshats, and gets to be herself.

The Kid is wanting to color something... doesn't care about any of this. It is normal for her.

Soul is admiring the car...path? Like the new leather, the lights...but not that... more like the immediate
  textures and knowings lying right here....right now.



I don't know if this is that merkabah thing...
but it feels like a vessel... but the vessel is you... not your body as in you...
like the... energy that is you.
and the more you sit in it...ride in it... be it...
the more is grows...
it's fascinating.



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Did you know that a few episodes of Hoarders will easily provoke you into cleaning your house.
And just thinking about the Konda method (assuming you already know it) will get you to go through your clothes.
And loving yourself will get you into alignment.

...anyways... I got things to do.
bored of writing.

later.


Monkeys and cantaloupes frolick in the sun on the afternoons of the fall season. Always pat their heads and tell them how pretty they are. Maybe keep your wallet tied to you, cause those little bastards like to pick pocket. ...and p.s. don't eat their cantaloupes... or they will eat your face.

Thots for your pleasure

 You know, I spent a whole week and a half, maybe slightly closer to two weeks...
doodling/painting on a wall in my craft room.

This same craft room that I used to call 'the sewing room'....
until I decided that I didn't want to sew much anymore.

And then it was the art room.... but not just for art...hence the word 'craft' came into being...
and now I just don't give a rip about either.

Crafts...art...sewing... (I am writing in it right now, lol)...and it's a great place to hang artwork...cause it makes the whole room look abundantly magical... including pictures of Roy Mustang and Wolverine too.

There's magic here...

Anyway... my unavailability to using labels has grown far past what I can even throw up into half assed words at this point.
Like... I'm not a seamstress...and have never liked the term...although I am a master seamstress... I can say that cause I've been doing it for (way) over 12 years.
I'm not an artist... even if I have always always always done 'art'.
I'm not a crafter...cause that's dumb. I craft things alright....but that likes saying I'm a breather...
I'm not a writer...cause even if I have 6 fucking novels...1 in the works, and a few stupid self help books, that I've written, AND a handful of completed screenplays... I am a writer too... but not. Even if my first 'book' was written when I was maybe 5...(and I still have it)...and yeah...it had dragons in it too.... with pictures... lol
A parent? What qualifications do I need for that again? A wife?
God, can we just quit it... (quit with labeling, not with being any of those things)

Like, I can be all those things... and I can be nothing...and I like both.
So... I don't want to sew much... I don't want to art much... I don't usually craft much as it is...
I do write... but most all of the work in itself is done way way way before I type a word of it on the screen. (I'm literately watching book 7 in my head at this point...like I watch the scenes over and over until they are good for now...until I rewatch them 100 more times...) (and yeah..I'm writing now too)
I'm sure I can claim to be all these things... but who fucking cares? I certainly don't.
Am I supposed to? And why don't I? Does anyone...beside those people all over social media that take pictures of themselves painting, or taking pictures (oh yeah...I'm a photographer too, yo!), or doing their thing and claiming to be their doing-ness...
I can just BE me... and whatever I'm DOing... is just what I'm doing... without commitment.

So... many people want their doing-ness to be directly related to their receiving-ness...
and I gag at those two things being in a relationship.
You can receive without doing.
You can receive by just BEing a receiver... ... ... or is this too hard a concept for others?

I painted my own wall, for myself.... yet, I fully expect the paycheck for it to come.
I write shit all the time...sometimes devouring pure stuff, sometimes nothing but shit... but either way I fully expect to get paid in equal value for the way I was being while doing those things.
And when I sit outside all fucking day, because I can, and I do, and I will certainly do it again...
I will also receive compensation for that bit of beingness as well.
Also when I play Farm Hero Saga too... because I get to have whatever I want, even if I'm playing games.
But you know what pays the most? 
Those times I'm on fire. When energy scourges. When passion rages. When the world bows before all my desires and hands them over like I'm it's god.
And that BE-ing-ness... is all we are when we do a complete dump of all those bullshit thoughts (thots)
that hinder ourselves from just fucking BEing ourselves.

and I love this space...where its safe to purge those chaotic resistances that show up from time to time...the same place where you can hear them and see them and eat them up like big juicy pickles, because we are allowed to tell the world to go fuck itself.
And ourselves too when we get so far off track that we start to become like the others who want to pander to their limitations.
But we aren't like that here.... we've gone too far, seen too much, felt so much more, and bathed in the auras of the angels and the demons and the stars... and god they are all beautiful.

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It's quite awhile before the new year hits...
but it might be time for a resolution...
one that redefines my own fucking lane... but moreso, taking off in my UFO and getting off the roadways altogether... because I AM NOT GOING WHERE YOU ARE GOING.
   (and I do not mean to imply that aliens will be disclosed in December...(or Jan 2 to be more exact)
but... I am saying that even if I joke around with hubby about getting a cybertruck... that I can go this way and everything will make way for my approach...cause that's the way it works for me.

Blah... let's switch here...



Body is timidly gaining some sense of stability even after I shook it up the other day and it's been whimpering about do-ing things... She is trying to catch up to us, cause we've done left her ass and she's a bit slower than our energetic leapings.

Mind is hyper focused on what we've been doing lately and is making sure to steer us more toward alignment than all the wordy things.

Brain is analyzing how much bullshit we've allowed ourselves to carry, and it nodding as we purge...and also feeling a tad sorry she didn't catch it sooner so Body wouldn't be so traumatized.

Ego is feeling left out and doesn't have anything to say yet, but is waiting for her turn. She said that getting a cybertruck is completely not needed, not really wanted, but she will accept it if by chance Elon wants to send one her way.

The Kid claims she knows Elon....real excited like... We don't know why. She says she likes all the things on the wall that she finds hidden in the drawings. Especially the Enderman and the Deathstar....and the buttons.....   ok, she won't hush...

Soul is softening things.  ?  ...  She's working and isn't going to put any commentary on here right now...

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you are the energy, the water, the river...

and your body is the earth...

it's bound to erode away...

as the water rises...

stay true...

just relax...

it will realign...

and you will be flowing free and clear soon enough...

Doors to heaven and the devil's pit...make for a great dessert.

 It is officially October.

And I'm here for the fall, the colors, the trees, and Halloween.

 

A few days ago, we talked with someone in the aether lands that most all of everyone would believe would be a bad bad idea...

but I did anyway, cause I understand his plight...and I'm not in agreement with all of everyone else.

Anyways... 

The Alchemist was recently teaching about transmuting the outer environment, rather than just the inner body/mind/emotions as we had been negotiating for quite awhile now.

...so...

we discussed the higher frequencies and vibrations, versus the lower...

and of course the higher often cannot raise higher, until you equally dip the lower, lower.

And who better to delve into the shadow, but with the help of a certain someone.

So that was efficiently fun. 

And whilst transmuting some really shitty crap we must have been overlooking for a long time...

the equal higher vibration about skyrocketed to space...and we were flying high.

So much so, that the outer world shifted with me and all the new things came into view immediately.

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and they both were beheld before me. Like two sides of a scroll.

And all the world lie between them, like how light and shadow create what we see.

and the complete picture of the world laid open....and we understood.

And even as I look upon their faces....neither one of them were an actual person...

they are images of our deciphering of the vibrations.

and the one behind these eyes.... the one looking upon them...and even seeing ourselves...

we are the ALL.

 

"Who are you, then?" The Alchemist asks as I read the scroll of the world.

and even the words...oh the brittle fragile words that aren't strong enough to hold themselves together... were only spoken in silence...

but He nodded....as much as a non-physical being, who is also just a deciphering of vibration...could.

 

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Today my youngest and I built a door.

And perhaps years had gone by since the mention of building a door first appeared.

And I'm slightly a bit dismayed it has probably been that long.

But today we built the door... only because the questions of the 'why' got smothered out...

probably in thanks to my recent shift...

And I know this kid speaks all the things beyond reach of most mortals... even beyond me most times...

but the door...had nothing to do with the actual door...

I mean yeah, it looks actually really nice, and feels like magic...

but it has everything to do with what it could open.

I'm humbled to see the world as it truly is. 

Humbled to see raw magic in the simplest and most unexpected of things. 

Humbled by a teenager who knows far more than I do, and doesn't ever explain or feel the need to.

And swallowed whole by the space where he is.

So yeah... if I were to consider myself 5d, or at best 6d.... this kid is 7d, or 8d... and I'm awe struck.

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So I did some art projects...starting another actually...

Did some photo editing ALL day yesterday.

Got some things marked off my list today...including the door build!

I'm narrowing down my area of focus for some ripe manifestations..

just cause I want, not because I need any of them, lol.

and while I still have some homework to complete,

I am so fucking excited for whatever!

There's things I did that I'm waiting for a response.... so that's all covered in eagerness

there's possibilities, and I'm okay with any, or all, or none of them.

and I can't promise anything I plan to do, or intend to do...cause that's one fine way to not do it, is if I plan it.

(I wonder how you 'planet'?) (like...you know how nouns can be used as verbs and understood...) (would it be like crashing into a giant sphere of another planet, 'to planet') (Or would it be to support life and grow plants? 'to planet') ("I'm just going to planet it."..) (what would that mean?) 

(so yeah...)

 

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Body is doing well. It's elbow has been taking it's time to regenerate adequate healing modalities, but other than that, working on cue. She is just okay with all things lately.

Mind is somewhere else still....although almost every day recently, she has been playing scenarios/scenes for Book 7 over and over, until she likes them.... although she knows, none of us are prepared to tackle another novel right now.

Brain is analyzing all the new data from the aether. She is having a blast and doesn't want us to distract her.

The Kid is wondering why I am supposedly going to just do line art on the wall with black and white, instead of colors.... She is perplexed and is not fully trusting that idea. She wants colors.

Ego hopes the Kid doesn't throw a tantrum...
Ego is also not feeling confident in certain aspects of Book 7, because she doesn't know enough about it to write about it. She doesn't want to learn...and will make sure she doesn't have to. She has agreed to make shit up as she goes. "It's a fantasy book....it doesn't have to be accurate." She rolls her eyes.

Soul watches us all....and is trying to convince the Kid, that if it's line art...we can color it later if we want. "Like a coloring book." She nods. She is also laughing that Mind is trying to prewatch Book 7....cause we all know, we have nothing to do with it...and the characters write themselves...so... She is agreeing with Ego. She is overjoyed by our aether land adventures. She is eager to take tally scores of our upcoming manifestations, just so she can come here and write about them....for your reference. Soul is completely humbled and stricken with admiration for the door and the teenager who helped us build it...while ten thousand synchronicities line up beside it.

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thinking far too hard, when the answers are at your feet...
get out of your head...and in the midst, we will meet...
chocolate lattes are the bomb of serenity and the cream of lavender smooths your skin like the fresh twist of a midday bath. Be graceful in your wanderings and embrace the luxuries you are entitled to.
And when the sun comes up again, gaze at the wonders that were delivered to your door. Everyday, is a Prime day.