Swords a' blazin' + old friends resentment at our success

     I began to feel called to sleep. I lay down for a nap. It is my normal practice to let the faces swirling by when I open my third eye to lull me to sleep. It's grayish and vague and my mind latches on to no one thing. Even something that stops before me, I cannot intentionally keep it focused. Today was different. I got a crystal clear seeing of trees. Suddenly a man popped up, as if startled from sleep. He lay back down and closed his eyes again and again, I was seeing trees and sunlight coming through them.
    Before I went to sleep, I imagined my back having strong muscles and myself a straight spine. My posture had begun to suffer again. I don't know that I slept. The children said the food was here, so I replied; "They'll just put it in the cooler". I sensed something was off and rolled over. I leapt out of bed with an anger I couldn't explain. Arch angel swords a' blazin'. Next to the door is one window completely covered. Next to the covered window is another which we had open to let in the beautiful warm air. The man was looking in the window speaking to my children; "You don't want your dinner?". I opened the door, held out my hand for the food and covered a cough with the other. "Oh, you're not feeling well?", he backs off like I had the plague. *Takes note to self; this corna virus paranoia is gonna be fun to play with*. I just took the food and closed the door and fumed and fumed and fumed. I sent a text to his companion whose umber I did have and asked him to tell his friend to please respect our privacy. His actions felt very invasive. I'm sure they are all offended by that. They do not have nor are capable of respecting boundaries. "have to know' why there's a note on the door to please not knock but text my included phone number to let us know they're here. Like dirty old men who believe every pretty little girl WANTS to be invaded to receive special treats.
   Of course, knowing they'd be offended by my request, I did hesitate to hit 'send' for the text, but I ain't got the energy for their anger, I reminded myself. I tried to lay back down. The word "exclusive" popped into my head. My god was telling me the stiffing of my spine and the protective energy was my 'exclusivity'. I'm Googling it, lol "excluding or not admitting other things." We have an energy about us, as sovereign beings, that makes our space exclusive. It is a natural aspect we have every right to but have conditioned from us. And here comes the rain. I responded correctly to an inappropriate invasion of privacy. Release of doubt of my right to exclusivity, of fear of being attacked for asking for respect of personal space. Healing. No more dirty old men will be brought into my experience. We just released that point of attraction. There's the answer as to why I had still been drawing them into my experience. So proudly walking the earth with my head held high, putting up healthy boundaries, expressing them and wondering why nothing had changed in that respect. Deep, deep down inside me was still a lack of clarity on my rights to be exclusive in my energy. child molestation was the gift that just did not stop giving. May it end today!
    Twice today I've seen "rejection = re-direction".  Gonna have to keep that in mind, I guess.
   Response to friend who posted how old friends resent her new fame: To be realistic, you've changed. You've expanded your consciousness. People are conditioned to associate sweet and soft with victim and repression. So, when we come in all our secure -in-our-softness they feel 'blindsided' by the strength that comes with it. It triggers their deepest inner knowing that they have devoted their entire lives and all their energy to repressing exactly what we're embodying. "How dare you awaken what I have spent so much effort keeping caged? Letting it 'out' is dangerous! How dare you endanger me?! You threaten my only sense of worked for security! You attack me with all your success" and the "You're making fun of me because I can't be the same thing". Those are the basic thought forms behind jealousy and resentment and judgement that comes from those who respond poorly to our well being manifesting financially, in numbers of people following. "We don't deserve that much of the share of the limited amount of love out there" is another one I'm sensing. That was fun, I'm tuning out of it, not liking the feel of it. Don't want to focus too long on it or I'll get dragged in and caught up in it. I'm feeling strong and good and confident of my exclusivity energy which I just re-embodied today. I'm gonna go play....lol Oh, and abandonment, they feel abandoned to their condition when you left being in it yourself. Misery loves company and you were amongst theirs. From their perspective, you've rejected them when you rejected the victim energy ya'll shared.

"The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world". For too long that hand has been broken, battered and twisted. The end.
Women fit to lead are quietly taking over the world from behind the scenes. Soon you'll see their faces.

The looking in the window incident just keeps giving. The violation of the womb space. Big release!
Be it flesh, home, cave or burrow, the womb space is sacred!

It is given me to understand why I was given to know and experience the reality of breathairianism but not with eembodying it presently. It would have been a form of escapism; unconsciously avoiding the triggers I needed to finally release the dredges of childhood trauma from my deepest, most sensitively aware, innocent aspects.