I am not an animal rights activist. You won't find animal cruelty posts on my fb timeline. You won't see me harassing neighbors who keep pets or even hear me stating these things on a regular basis. I pet and comfort pets when approached. I speak to them, out loud and telepathically. My best friend growing up was my horse. There are going to be wondrous, unexpected interactions between animals and people. This is not here to judge or condemn anyone. This here just for those who sincerely, reflectively want to know.
Someone said that as a healer I should acknowledge the healing quality of keeping pets for some people. As if I was a hypocrite to call myself a healer and not want to be intimately involved with one who keeps pets. Number one, I identified as a healer who decided to heal herself. So, obviously, I do not believe in using other conscious beings for this. Number 2 is where it gets ugly, but as the shaman who had to draw a ship in the sand before the rest of the tribe could see the literal, physical ship causing the strange waves off shore........I'm going to have to be the one to draw the picture here.
The adult dog has the emotional and mental intelligence of a 3 month old wolf. One is placing all their burdens upon and seeking relief from an infant. One might go so far as call this emotional bestiality...a violation of one of a different species without the capacity to know better, such as a child or mentally hand-capped individual. Would you go stroke your disease into a small, mentally handicapped child to relieve yourself of your own discomfort?
Animals love me, warm up to me as they would not to most, even domesticated ones. That does not mean I want any part of keeping them. Most of them are suffering the anxiety, nervous conditions, stress, insecurities of the energetic fields of the people they live with. They're bat-shit crazy from confinement. Their physical ailments are horrifying, cancerous growths, etc. as they absorb the energetic diseases of the people they live with. Stockholm syndrome is intentionally created to keep them. Keepers of pets are quite possibly energetic vampires.
If you walked down a road and people began yelling threats from their yards, they'd be considered insane for sure. And yet, when one walks down the average street, dogs behind fences, from within houses and on leashes bark up storms at non-threatening people walking by. Why is this insanity not recognized?
It is said; if one likes a flower, they pick it and bring it home. If someone loves a flower they leave it in the field to grow, live it's longest, fullest life. The same can be said for animals and people.
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Monday, January 16, 2017
Of The Gods and Goddesses
According to Abrahamic traditions (Jewish, Muslim, Christian), a horde of gods came upon a watery womb in which a planet was encapsulated, whose consciousness was so supremely subtle, they did not register it. They declared it uninhabited, formless, a waste land. These gods then invaded this watery womb, disfigured the planet within it, raping it and prematurely drawing 'children' from it. They called this good. One god waged war on the other gods who lured his child of rape and premature birth, He also waged war on these children who he created in his own image and did not like what he saw in this mirror (this man made in his image, who he felt was lacking and so created woman). In doing so, he became the oppressor of all other gods and goddesses and declared himself the only god. This has been repeated through the ages and generations: to disfigure that which is not perceived/understood and the waging of war upon our own reflections as embodied by other beings. The disfigurement of women, of ripping unborn children from the womb in those wars is in imitation declared "good". Rape is "good"; of the Earth and others.
Then a funny thing happened. As gods are known to do, the human female caught this self declared almighty god's attention, even though he condemned the other gods for doing this. Spirits from deep within the Earth whose consciousness could not be picked up by this god's radar became one with human woman whose attention this god had. She was to be his. Instead, she expressed the subtleties he could not connect, always doing the unexpected and being blessed and protected by that which he could not perceive existed. The existence of that which he could not see could no longer be denied and he began to bow to it's mastery. The deaf god began to hear the whisper upon the wind. He began to understand and see where it had been weaving it's self in and around him from the beginning. He raised that consciousness up into the heavens, making it known and recognized on every level of them. He began to recognize it's voice in him and he begged for a burning, a destroying of himself as he was. He set that new queen back upon the Earth as the foretold "New Jerusalem", which, it turned out, 'she' had prophesied through his own "mouth" would come to be, It is beginning to be embodied by the women capable of it, to be the dominant energy upon the Earth.
All qualities of the divine are limitless and that includes, anger, strife, etc. There will be pockets of them always in existence, living and dying perpetually, outside of this "new city". The pockets of upset will be held in place, unable to feed upon or attack or effect the 'New Jerusalem" state of being, which also must exist as a perpetual expression of the divine qualities of wholeness. I have been given to see how this could be without walls or wars. The example given was vampires. If the vampire were to drink the blood of one not of their designated tribe in their pocket of existence, that blood would poison them. A divine thirst for blood in it's perfection would be endless and thus require it's own perpetual existence. The dominance of disfigurement, rape and consumption will end without complete destruction because it, too is of divine origins. And the light will always have it's contrast to show that it is indeed light.
Your god is not merely a different perception of my god. It is a mistake to believe all religions are merely expressions of one god. We resist the death of the surface of this planet and the "life" upon it, while not recognizing that most of it was born of trauma and that which is born of trauma will tend to be traumatic. The Earth, now recognized and respected will determine what her surface looks like and which children she will birth. "Native" "Aboriginal" people whose "knowledge of her" came from the stars........that knowledge was void of her own consciousness in the majority of it and so is not accurate. It, too is a product of traumatic natures visited upon the Earth. That is why she gave them the prophesy of a new tribe to replace them, one of her own making out of those she specifically has chosen out of all the tribes and nations. The black snake is hers and wouldn't be allowed to be taken to kill off the abominations if she did not allow it. Amazing how people of "faith" who believe all things came out of this Jesus being could believe something is not born of the divine, that it can disown credit for it,as if it was not one of it's own aspects coming into form and that a consciousness as powerful as the Earth herself would be helpless against men bent on destroying things.
Everything is in order, happening for a reason and the Earth is just fine.
Then a funny thing happened. As gods are known to do, the human female caught this self declared almighty god's attention, even though he condemned the other gods for doing this. Spirits from deep within the Earth whose consciousness could not be picked up by this god's radar became one with human woman whose attention this god had. She was to be his. Instead, she expressed the subtleties he could not connect, always doing the unexpected and being blessed and protected by that which he could not perceive existed. The existence of that which he could not see could no longer be denied and he began to bow to it's mastery. The deaf god began to hear the whisper upon the wind. He began to understand and see where it had been weaving it's self in and around him from the beginning. He raised that consciousness up into the heavens, making it known and recognized on every level of them. He began to recognize it's voice in him and he begged for a burning, a destroying of himself as he was. He set that new queen back upon the Earth as the foretold "New Jerusalem", which, it turned out, 'she' had prophesied through his own "mouth" would come to be, It is beginning to be embodied by the women capable of it, to be the dominant energy upon the Earth.
All qualities of the divine are limitless and that includes, anger, strife, etc. There will be pockets of them always in existence, living and dying perpetually, outside of this "new city". The pockets of upset will be held in place, unable to feed upon or attack or effect the 'New Jerusalem" state of being, which also must exist as a perpetual expression of the divine qualities of wholeness. I have been given to see how this could be without walls or wars. The example given was vampires. If the vampire were to drink the blood of one not of their designated tribe in their pocket of existence, that blood would poison them. A divine thirst for blood in it's perfection would be endless and thus require it's own perpetual existence. The dominance of disfigurement, rape and consumption will end without complete destruction because it, too is of divine origins. And the light will always have it's contrast to show that it is indeed light.
Your god is not merely a different perception of my god. It is a mistake to believe all religions are merely expressions of one god. We resist the death of the surface of this planet and the "life" upon it, while not recognizing that most of it was born of trauma and that which is born of trauma will tend to be traumatic. The Earth, now recognized and respected will determine what her surface looks like and which children she will birth. "Native" "Aboriginal" people whose "knowledge of her" came from the stars........that knowledge was void of her own consciousness in the majority of it and so is not accurate. It, too is a product of traumatic natures visited upon the Earth. That is why she gave them the prophesy of a new tribe to replace them, one of her own making out of those she specifically has chosen out of all the tribes and nations. The black snake is hers and wouldn't be allowed to be taken to kill off the abominations if she did not allow it. Amazing how people of "faith" who believe all things came out of this Jesus being could believe something is not born of the divine, that it can disown credit for it,as if it was not one of it's own aspects coming into form and that a consciousness as powerful as the Earth herself would be helpless against men bent on destroying things.
Everything is in order, happening for a reason and the Earth is just fine.
Saturday, January 14, 2017
Moving from anger to wrath......
Jesus, in oneness with god, was recorded as saying "I do not judge, but when I do, my judgement is true". The same can be applied to self-protection, our sense of self-worth; "I do not get angry, but when I do, my wrath is true/appropriate". Really no anger is inappropriate. It is showing us our triggers, where we are not being true to ourselves and thus being exposed. In that case, it's on us and we wouldn't want to be taking it out on anybody else. Then there are real infringements that need addressing. When living authentically, the only thing left is wrath at real infringements and usually it's just the signal to the universe that there is no doubt within us that we are ready to be released from limitations. The infringement is merely a question, the answer a conviction so strong it comes out as wrathful.
I have feared this aspect of our full spectrum, and rightfully so, probably. I grew up on the receiving end of two very volatile parents and a volatile brother 9 months younger but physically much bigger. Anger=abuse and so I never felt safe amidst confrontation with anger, theirs or mine. Even a voice bold with conviction and clear direction would make me cry. The only time anyone in my experience became sure of what they were going to do, it was when they overcame self-control to attack me violently. I didn't want to do that to anyone else...ever.
Add to that "supernatural interference", which I now recognize as my portion of wrath acting separately from me. When one of my brother's friends crossed the line in bullying me on the school bus, hitting me square between the eyes with a pencil he flung at me, I stood up in all my wrath and declared while looking him straight in the eye, "I wish you were dead". He was hit by a car and killed when running across the road in a game of tag not long after.
When in high school a new girl came into town from New York. From small countryside town perspective, it was obvious she was badass and I steered clear of her.For some reason she became focused on me and ganged up with other girls who did not like me. One of them had a court date where she was going to be let off parole or something. They had vowed they were going straight from that court room to hunting me down and killing me. They never made it to the court hearing, they were decapitated in a car accident on their way there.
There were the times when "wrath" had to take me out to see to it's business. I had come to fear being provoked well and good by the time I was dating a guy over 6 1/2 ft tall, well muscled and spoiled first-born Italian son, He exuded privilege and knew he could get away with anything. We were at a party and he was using other girls to make me jealous, humiliate me. Finally, walking into the house, he let the door slam in my face as I walked in behind him after he had held it open for them. I felt humiliated and don't remember a damn thing until the next day when his mother was secretly thanking me. Apparently, I had snapped his leg at the knee so bad he could touch his toes to his nose without lifting his upper leg---unhinged completely.
The other time wrath put me in the back seat was when my brother's friend, a busty, arrogant red-head decided to make me her target. She shoved me, shoved me again and then went to swing. I don't remember anything from there until I woke up on top of her punching her in the face and I looked on in horror. "Let go of my hair, I don't want to be doing this to you!" I yelled at her. She let go and ran from there.
It was after those "blackouts" I began to cling to my consciousness determinedly. I did not like not remembering. I became a consciousness self-control freak and people pleaser, more than I was already. This kept my wrath separate from me. Being separated made my wrath angry at me. I did not know what it was then because I was used to anger coming from my parents. This time was clearly "supernaturally fueled", however; my father had moved into an apartment and I had gone to stay with him. He was the lesser of two evils between my parents at that point. I had come home from a dance at school with my boyfriend and friends. My father was passed out drunk on the couch, so I said good night and tried to sneak past him to my room. You learn not to wake a sleeping drunk, even if you mad eit home before curfew. Before my friends could leave and before I could sneak past the couch, my father leapt up over the back of the couch from a dead sleep. He grabbed me up off my feet one-handed and began to toss me like a rag doll against the walls. When he stopped for a minute to tell my friends to leave and send me to my room, I told my boyfriend to go out back and wait for me. I ran up to my room, barricaded the door and jumped out the second story window through a snowstorm and into my boyfriend's arms. Disembodied wrath WILL haunt you. Even college educated psychologists will tell you a teenager's repressed aspects will manifest as poltergeists and shit (I took a psychology class in college, so that's how I know). When I returned to my room the next day when I knew he'd be out, it was trashed. He had broken the door down and tossed furniture when he couldn't find me. I went back to stay with my mother.
Now I can see my wrath was appropriate and brought me no harm when I did embody it. I remember when there were no negative consequences for it. There was the time I was waitressing and my butt got grabbed. I swung as I turned only to hit my boss square across the face. I was horrified, but he did apologize and did not fire me.
I began to come to terms with my portion of wrath a few years ago. It seems it has a thing with heads. Guy who kidnapped me? Skull cracked open after I escaped from him in some kind of hillbilly sled behind a four wheeler fun stunt. He's walking around not quite right in the head ever since-worse than before he did that to me. Lover who betrayed me? Cracked upside the head and sent to the hospital after I told him not to come back. He had become protective of a young street woman and her drug dealer was used to 'knock some sense' into him. He also got charged for rape when he tried to help out another woman.
I only consciously summoned my disembodied wrath once as "Arch Angel Michael" after I felt "the hand of god" slam down and demand a stop to the taking of children from me. A neighbor who coveted my ability to bear children chose to lie in court about me. No doubt my ex promised he'd be paying her for giving riding lessons to the children he would be able to take from me for years to come if she did this. (She did similar previously in another matter, so it is informed understanding of her charector, not a wild guess). When I lit that candle in the ritual to summon Arch Angel Michael with the request for vengeance, I did not put a label on that vengeance before I saw the dark form emerge from the flame of the candle like smoke, I just trusted "he" would know what was appropriate.As horrified as I was by the idea, I see now that it was just: her "children" for mine. She couldn't have babies at that time, so her horses were her children. She lost some in a barn fire. Shortly after losing her "children", her husband divorced her. Some would think the outward appearance of her life now is better; "none the worse for wear", but she is in fact trapped in a marriage as sadistic as the relationship I had left with a man as manipulative and controlling as the one she aided and abetted in robbing me of two of my children.
I know none of this is my imagination, hallucination or some sort of insanity. The clearest, most obvious evidence given me was my interactions with a "believing" woman I shared living space with for a time. She would marvel openly at how while we'd be having conversations about spiritual things, she could see it in my eyes when divinely originated words came through me with concepts I did not know until the moment I was speaking them. She had been making a hard time for me on many fronts, but the one in particular that humiliated me was my digestive issues I was then experiencing. As we spoke and she apologized to me I felt the heat rise in me, even though I was accepting the apology. She saw that light in my eyes as I spoke of what she had visited upon me would be visited upon her as she suffered digestive issues even worse than mine. She said it felt like I was cursing her. No, not a curse. It was "divine wrath" speaking a foreboding fact prophetically.
To sum it up, after reviewing all this, I have come to understand that we are given qualities of the divine/universe/all that is, in equal measure. With larger capacities for being a vessel of immense love, profound understanding, sharp emotional and intellectual intelligence, crystal clear, highly intuitive 'psychic' senses..... the matching capacity for self worth, which we might call wrath when it is infringed upon, is included. This self worth in the form of wrath is not a "warning" being issued. It is the known fact that what has been visited upon the divine as it is expressing it's self in a vessel will be visited upon the infringer of that self worth in equal or greater measure (it gains momentum as it travels and the energy portion of self worth triggered in the infringed upon is added to the energy of that which did the offending). All this is allowed to occur for the shaping of the vessels. Most are only sorry because intellectually they know they've done wrong according to their conditioning or because they do not like the results of their actions; had something taken from them they wanted or are experiencing pain.The only true knowing that one has done wrong is to be aware of that wrong being visited upon them in return. The only true "sorry" is to acknowledge and accept and allow without resistance this lesson to come upon them. One must willingly and consciously walk in the other's shoes, finding love and appreciation for the one who wore them before you. It is to acknowledge the perspective they may have gotten from that infringement, even if it is not the one you took from the circumstances. To be sorry is to "see" clearly and widely with love and appreciation for the one whose self worth we have infringed. "Sorry" is a joy to be had rather than a "sorrow"/sadness to be embodied.
"This is the word that goes out and does not return until it is fulfilled, visited upon generation after generation until a vessel comes forth in which true 'sorrow' is embodied". "This means the speaking of these perspective to each other"
Our job in all this is to allow ourselves to embody fully our self worth with proper boundaries in appropriate places, giving/allowing ourselves appropriate circumstances as an expression of self-respect so that our self-worth is not violated/infringed upon,..... made wrathful unnecessarily.
I have feared this aspect of our full spectrum, and rightfully so, probably. I grew up on the receiving end of two very volatile parents and a volatile brother 9 months younger but physically much bigger. Anger=abuse and so I never felt safe amidst confrontation with anger, theirs or mine. Even a voice bold with conviction and clear direction would make me cry. The only time anyone in my experience became sure of what they were going to do, it was when they overcame self-control to attack me violently. I didn't want to do that to anyone else...ever.
Add to that "supernatural interference", which I now recognize as my portion of wrath acting separately from me. When one of my brother's friends crossed the line in bullying me on the school bus, hitting me square between the eyes with a pencil he flung at me, I stood up in all my wrath and declared while looking him straight in the eye, "I wish you were dead". He was hit by a car and killed when running across the road in a game of tag not long after.
When in high school a new girl came into town from New York. From small countryside town perspective, it was obvious she was badass and I steered clear of her.For some reason she became focused on me and ganged up with other girls who did not like me. One of them had a court date where she was going to be let off parole or something. They had vowed they were going straight from that court room to hunting me down and killing me. They never made it to the court hearing, they were decapitated in a car accident on their way there.
There were the times when "wrath" had to take me out to see to it's business. I had come to fear being provoked well and good by the time I was dating a guy over 6 1/2 ft tall, well muscled and spoiled first-born Italian son, He exuded privilege and knew he could get away with anything. We were at a party and he was using other girls to make me jealous, humiliate me. Finally, walking into the house, he let the door slam in my face as I walked in behind him after he had held it open for them. I felt humiliated and don't remember a damn thing until the next day when his mother was secretly thanking me. Apparently, I had snapped his leg at the knee so bad he could touch his toes to his nose without lifting his upper leg---unhinged completely.
The other time wrath put me in the back seat was when my brother's friend, a busty, arrogant red-head decided to make me her target. She shoved me, shoved me again and then went to swing. I don't remember anything from there until I woke up on top of her punching her in the face and I looked on in horror. "Let go of my hair, I don't want to be doing this to you!" I yelled at her. She let go and ran from there.
It was after those "blackouts" I began to cling to my consciousness determinedly. I did not like not remembering. I became a consciousness self-control freak and people pleaser, more than I was already. This kept my wrath separate from me. Being separated made my wrath angry at me. I did not know what it was then because I was used to anger coming from my parents. This time was clearly "supernaturally fueled", however; my father had moved into an apartment and I had gone to stay with him. He was the lesser of two evils between my parents at that point. I had come home from a dance at school with my boyfriend and friends. My father was passed out drunk on the couch, so I said good night and tried to sneak past him to my room. You learn not to wake a sleeping drunk, even if you mad eit home before curfew. Before my friends could leave and before I could sneak past the couch, my father leapt up over the back of the couch from a dead sleep. He grabbed me up off my feet one-handed and began to toss me like a rag doll against the walls. When he stopped for a minute to tell my friends to leave and send me to my room, I told my boyfriend to go out back and wait for me. I ran up to my room, barricaded the door and jumped out the second story window through a snowstorm and into my boyfriend's arms. Disembodied wrath WILL haunt you. Even college educated psychologists will tell you a teenager's repressed aspects will manifest as poltergeists and shit (I took a psychology class in college, so that's how I know). When I returned to my room the next day when I knew he'd be out, it was trashed. He had broken the door down and tossed furniture when he couldn't find me. I went back to stay with my mother.
Now I can see my wrath was appropriate and brought me no harm when I did embody it. I remember when there were no negative consequences for it. There was the time I was waitressing and my butt got grabbed. I swung as I turned only to hit my boss square across the face. I was horrified, but he did apologize and did not fire me.
I began to come to terms with my portion of wrath a few years ago. It seems it has a thing with heads. Guy who kidnapped me? Skull cracked open after I escaped from him in some kind of hillbilly sled behind a four wheeler fun stunt. He's walking around not quite right in the head ever since-worse than before he did that to me. Lover who betrayed me? Cracked upside the head and sent to the hospital after I told him not to come back. He had become protective of a young street woman and her drug dealer was used to 'knock some sense' into him. He also got charged for rape when he tried to help out another woman.
I only consciously summoned my disembodied wrath once as "Arch Angel Michael" after I felt "the hand of god" slam down and demand a stop to the taking of children from me. A neighbor who coveted my ability to bear children chose to lie in court about me. No doubt my ex promised he'd be paying her for giving riding lessons to the children he would be able to take from me for years to come if she did this. (She did similar previously in another matter, so it is informed understanding of her charector, not a wild guess). When I lit that candle in the ritual to summon Arch Angel Michael with the request for vengeance, I did not put a label on that vengeance before I saw the dark form emerge from the flame of the candle like smoke, I just trusted "he" would know what was appropriate.As horrified as I was by the idea, I see now that it was just: her "children" for mine. She couldn't have babies at that time, so her horses were her children. She lost some in a barn fire. Shortly after losing her "children", her husband divorced her. Some would think the outward appearance of her life now is better; "none the worse for wear", but she is in fact trapped in a marriage as sadistic as the relationship I had left with a man as manipulative and controlling as the one she aided and abetted in robbing me of two of my children.
I know none of this is my imagination, hallucination or some sort of insanity. The clearest, most obvious evidence given me was my interactions with a "believing" woman I shared living space with for a time. She would marvel openly at how while we'd be having conversations about spiritual things, she could see it in my eyes when divinely originated words came through me with concepts I did not know until the moment I was speaking them. She had been making a hard time for me on many fronts, but the one in particular that humiliated me was my digestive issues I was then experiencing. As we spoke and she apologized to me I felt the heat rise in me, even though I was accepting the apology. She saw that light in my eyes as I spoke of what she had visited upon me would be visited upon her as she suffered digestive issues even worse than mine. She said it felt like I was cursing her. No, not a curse. It was "divine wrath" speaking a foreboding fact prophetically.
To sum it up, after reviewing all this, I have come to understand that we are given qualities of the divine/universe/all that is, in equal measure. With larger capacities for being a vessel of immense love, profound understanding, sharp emotional and intellectual intelligence, crystal clear, highly intuitive 'psychic' senses..... the matching capacity for self worth, which we might call wrath when it is infringed upon, is included. This self worth in the form of wrath is not a "warning" being issued. It is the known fact that what has been visited upon the divine as it is expressing it's self in a vessel will be visited upon the infringer of that self worth in equal or greater measure (it gains momentum as it travels and the energy portion of self worth triggered in the infringed upon is added to the energy of that which did the offending). All this is allowed to occur for the shaping of the vessels. Most are only sorry because intellectually they know they've done wrong according to their conditioning or because they do not like the results of their actions; had something taken from them they wanted or are experiencing pain.The only true knowing that one has done wrong is to be aware of that wrong being visited upon them in return. The only true "sorry" is to acknowledge and accept and allow without resistance this lesson to come upon them. One must willingly and consciously walk in the other's shoes, finding love and appreciation for the one who wore them before you. It is to acknowledge the perspective they may have gotten from that infringement, even if it is not the one you took from the circumstances. To be sorry is to "see" clearly and widely with love and appreciation for the one whose self worth we have infringed. "Sorry" is a joy to be had rather than a "sorrow"/sadness to be embodied.
"This is the word that goes out and does not return until it is fulfilled, visited upon generation after generation until a vessel comes forth in which true 'sorrow' is embodied". "This means the speaking of these perspective to each other"
Our job in all this is to allow ourselves to embody fully our self worth with proper boundaries in appropriate places, giving/allowing ourselves appropriate circumstances as an expression of self-respect so that our self-worth is not violated/infringed upon,..... made wrathful unnecessarily.
Friday, January 13, 2017
Florida- the Rest of the Story
If swamp lands be the digestive system of a continent, is it any wonder the people they possess are inclined to want to break you down, chew you up and spit you out?
As I headed to my destination in Florida, where I intended to dwell, I had to pass through a swamp on a long raised road far between settlements. I could feel the swamps tapping into me and following me to my destination. Theirs was a sweet, endearing psychic 'smell'. As I dwelled there in "civilization", the middle of a housing development in a rather large city (comparatively, according to my experience), the swamp was right there with me in my quiet moments. The swamp lands surrounding the area let me know how delighted they were with my presence. They would do no real harm to me. They loved me for my strength of mind, my charector, my ability to see the beauty and appreciate things despite the tearing forces that came upon me.......to see myself in the vessels being used, the strength and charector in them while still not taking any shit as appropriate.
I had learned from the spirit of the land in Maine to allow darkness come take it's quarry....the darkness in me that was resonating with the dark nature there. I had learned from a story shared with me by the land in a holler in Kentucky that just because it kills you, it does not mean it does not love you, it's love can be quite true, innocent, sincere. So, I had been prepared for the "dark" forces of the swamp, just performing a natural function of dismembering, dissolving, carrying away, creating something nourishing. I could allow it to have it's way with me. I processed much, I let go of much more. I was finally carried out of there nourished and able to nourish. I came out raw and naked and in many ways purified, closer to my natural state and thus nature....which is what had us howling at the mountains around us in Montana, drawing the attention of "Wolf Woman". I had been very much re-wilded, made feral in the swamps of Florida.
My trust that the swamps would not allow me to come to any real harm was not misguided, as was proven to me via an experience one night while we stayed in a ramshackle shack made of scrap wood on the banks of a local creek which flowed through an area of swamp . I had gotten into the habit of leaving food scraps out for the "campground's" neighborhood cat, away from our site because it had been coming in to try to get some anyways. When I saw eyes reflecting light in the dark where I had left the scraps, I spoke out loud to what I thought was the cat. I heard deep growls, saw another set of eyes higher and behind the first set. It was some local dogs known to attack. They ran at and leaped straight at me, teeth bared and the idea of my face being torn off being projected at me. I stood perfectly still in a state of somewhat wonder and WTF! Holy Shit! Is this happening?! And they simply disappeared in mid-air right in front of me. I stood there in the dark in the silence of a swamp at peace and the trickling of the creek flowing behind me. Errr, that's one way to show me that I'm protected!
On the banks of that creek, under the trees, amongst the snakes, gators and poisonous spiders, I cried, I sang, I danced, I sat still in perfect serenity just breathing, simply BEing in those moments, and I used my body more bravely than I had in many a year. As one with those swamps I let the land of parboiled toads under the rulership of the queen toad with a wig show me things, I learned to speak my truth, stand my ground and see so clearly I had to respect my own way of walking this world. As one with the swamp, I learned I didn't have to be clingy to a lover, I could hold to what I wanted and let go gracefully. I witnessed my love being seen through what would normally be expected to be ugly and enemy-making. As one with those swamps, I lived out a long time fantasy of being made love to by two men at once and it was delicious! When one wasn't doing it for me and I said enough, that was respected without the usual bad-mouthing and resentment. He simply didn't have "the touch", respected it and I got to enjoy further attention from the older one who did. I learned that yes, even after penetration, a woman's "No, this is not working for me" CAN be respected. When they say "Once you go black, you never go back", I suspect it has nothing to do with the size of the dick as is a common assertion. When asked "What is love?", I answered "Love is the bursting forth of the abundance of life in spring". In that answer he was impressed and I learned something about me. As one with those swamps I saw the fulfillment of a vision I had the previous winter....the raspberry kisses, sweetest I ever had experienced and as the vision had shown me, we were parted by his job which required traveling. I got in touch with my innocence and it's energetically/spiritually pure sexuality. I fell in love with my body. Those swamps saw me stripped and naked on so many levels in so many ways. Like the rich compost to come out of them, I was fertilized with the richest experiences a summer could ever offer. The "smell" of them is never very far away. As I had learned from the land in Maine, a land remembers you. It can connect with and look after you, gift you even when you're thousands of miles away.
We ARE expressions of the Earth beneath our feet. It will birth us, nourish us and teach us just like any mother. The only "demons" out there are the spirits in us twisted by our own perceptions of them, their ways and their purpose.
As I headed to my destination in Florida, where I intended to dwell, I had to pass through a swamp on a long raised road far between settlements. I could feel the swamps tapping into me and following me to my destination. Theirs was a sweet, endearing psychic 'smell'. As I dwelled there in "civilization", the middle of a housing development in a rather large city (comparatively, according to my experience), the swamp was right there with me in my quiet moments. The swamp lands surrounding the area let me know how delighted they were with my presence. They would do no real harm to me. They loved me for my strength of mind, my charector, my ability to see the beauty and appreciate things despite the tearing forces that came upon me.......to see myself in the vessels being used, the strength and charector in them while still not taking any shit as appropriate.
I had learned from the spirit of the land in Maine to allow darkness come take it's quarry....the darkness in me that was resonating with the dark nature there. I had learned from a story shared with me by the land in a holler in Kentucky that just because it kills you, it does not mean it does not love you, it's love can be quite true, innocent, sincere. So, I had been prepared for the "dark" forces of the swamp, just performing a natural function of dismembering, dissolving, carrying away, creating something nourishing. I could allow it to have it's way with me. I processed much, I let go of much more. I was finally carried out of there nourished and able to nourish. I came out raw and naked and in many ways purified, closer to my natural state and thus nature....which is what had us howling at the mountains around us in Montana, drawing the attention of "Wolf Woman". I had been very much re-wilded, made feral in the swamps of Florida.
My trust that the swamps would not allow me to come to any real harm was not misguided, as was proven to me via an experience one night while we stayed in a ramshackle shack made of scrap wood on the banks of a local creek which flowed through an area of swamp . I had gotten into the habit of leaving food scraps out for the "campground's" neighborhood cat, away from our site because it had been coming in to try to get some anyways. When I saw eyes reflecting light in the dark where I had left the scraps, I spoke out loud to what I thought was the cat. I heard deep growls, saw another set of eyes higher and behind the first set. It was some local dogs known to attack. They ran at and leaped straight at me, teeth bared and the idea of my face being torn off being projected at me. I stood perfectly still in a state of somewhat wonder and WTF! Holy Shit! Is this happening?! And they simply disappeared in mid-air right in front of me. I stood there in the dark in the silence of a swamp at peace and the trickling of the creek flowing behind me. Errr, that's one way to show me that I'm protected!
On the banks of that creek, under the trees, amongst the snakes, gators and poisonous spiders, I cried, I sang, I danced, I sat still in perfect serenity just breathing, simply BEing in those moments, and I used my body more bravely than I had in many a year. As one with those swamps I let the land of parboiled toads under the rulership of the queen toad with a wig show me things, I learned to speak my truth, stand my ground and see so clearly I had to respect my own way of walking this world. As one with the swamp, I learned I didn't have to be clingy to a lover, I could hold to what I wanted and let go gracefully. I witnessed my love being seen through what would normally be expected to be ugly and enemy-making. As one with those swamps, I lived out a long time fantasy of being made love to by two men at once and it was delicious! When one wasn't doing it for me and I said enough, that was respected without the usual bad-mouthing and resentment. He simply didn't have "the touch", respected it and I got to enjoy further attention from the older one who did. I learned that yes, even after penetration, a woman's "No, this is not working for me" CAN be respected. When they say "Once you go black, you never go back", I suspect it has nothing to do with the size of the dick as is a common assertion. When asked "What is love?", I answered "Love is the bursting forth of the abundance of life in spring". In that answer he was impressed and I learned something about me. As one with those swamps I saw the fulfillment of a vision I had the previous winter....the raspberry kisses, sweetest I ever had experienced and as the vision had shown me, we were parted by his job which required traveling. I got in touch with my innocence and it's energetically/spiritually pure sexuality. I fell in love with my body. Those swamps saw me stripped and naked on so many levels in so many ways. Like the rich compost to come out of them, I was fertilized with the richest experiences a summer could ever offer. The "smell" of them is never very far away. As I had learned from the land in Maine, a land remembers you. It can connect with and look after you, gift you even when you're thousands of miles away.
We ARE expressions of the Earth beneath our feet. It will birth us, nourish us and teach us just like any mother. The only "demons" out there are the spirits in us twisted by our own perceptions of them, their ways and their purpose.
A Shattering of Realities Coming to Bare.....
I saw an event sponsored by a domestic violence organization. I thought "this isn't going to work. These people are experiencing 'normal' relationships with the same type of interactions for generation upon generation. They aren't going to self-identify as abusive. They don't perceive the need for such an event, despite a local young woman killed by her intimate partner just days before this. What we need to do is show them a non-violent relationship in action, something they can aspire to (when they're done calling it corny, weak, sissies) and thus inspire a desire for change, a reconsideration of their perception of their reality". As is, you show them what an emotionally and intellectually violent relationship looks like and their response is "that's not abusive, that's fucking normal! My father never killed my mother. My mother never killed her kids. I never hurt anyone! These people don't know what they're talking about. They're the ones with the problem".
I saw a young man resentfully grab his girlfriend's tit because she was being 'needy'. A few days later the pre-teen she tutors did the same thing. She brushed it off as nothing. He was imitating her boyfriend and that's just 'normal guy' behavior. I, of course was appalled for a moment. It's true, it's their normal experience. Notably, she kept it from the boy's mother because she knew the boy would get in trouble for it.
Recently when this young couple was interacting; him beating her on the head 'playfully' but obviously frustrated, with a rolled up paper calling her stupid, etc. "Just do what I tell you to do!".... I said in a mock official voice "I'm a DV advocate, I'm a mandated reporter of this partner abuse stuff, so I'm just gonna turn my back here so I don't see this". Also, recently, a neighbor was criticizing the young woman's housekeeping habits, meal preparations, etc. I said I believed she's depressed. "Yeah, because she's cooped up in that apartment all day", the neighbor said. "No, because so are we, but we're not depressed".replied I. Synchronistically, the same young woman went to see a doctor recently who said she is depressed and asked if her boyfriend is abusive. The doctor nailed it and she refuses to hear it. She doesn't treat her child any differently than how her boyfriend treats her. There's a whole lot of ego on the line and a perception of herself and her whole reality being challenged.
The thing is, none of these people are evil. They are not the "bad guys". They're good-hearted, good natured, loving, outgoing, generous, attentive. They'll drop everything to help a neighbor who needs it. They're young and vibrant and brighten the world around them. They're simply conditioned to be frustrated, critical, and energetically violent. They're conditioned to lack emotional intelligence which leads to a fragile over-intellectualized ego. They're no different than the rest of mainstream western society. They are, in fact 'normal' with a greater sense of community contribution than city shut-ins.
"The Powers That BE" are, however, obviously pushing for an awakening. I believe they have the grit and love flowing through them to survive what is being asked of them: to become pioneers of social change in their community.
I saw a young man resentfully grab his girlfriend's tit because she was being 'needy'. A few days later the pre-teen she tutors did the same thing. She brushed it off as nothing. He was imitating her boyfriend and that's just 'normal guy' behavior. I, of course was appalled for a moment. It's true, it's their normal experience. Notably, she kept it from the boy's mother because she knew the boy would get in trouble for it.
Recently when this young couple was interacting; him beating her on the head 'playfully' but obviously frustrated, with a rolled up paper calling her stupid, etc. "Just do what I tell you to do!".... I said in a mock official voice "I'm a DV advocate, I'm a mandated reporter of this partner abuse stuff, so I'm just gonna turn my back here so I don't see this". Also, recently, a neighbor was criticizing the young woman's housekeeping habits, meal preparations, etc. I said I believed she's depressed. "Yeah, because she's cooped up in that apartment all day", the neighbor said. "No, because so are we, but we're not depressed".replied I. Synchronistically, the same young woman went to see a doctor recently who said she is depressed and asked if her boyfriend is abusive. The doctor nailed it and she refuses to hear it. She doesn't treat her child any differently than how her boyfriend treats her. There's a whole lot of ego on the line and a perception of herself and her whole reality being challenged.
The thing is, none of these people are evil. They are not the "bad guys". They're good-hearted, good natured, loving, outgoing, generous, attentive. They'll drop everything to help a neighbor who needs it. They're young and vibrant and brighten the world around them. They're simply conditioned to be frustrated, critical, and energetically violent. They're conditioned to lack emotional intelligence which leads to a fragile over-intellectualized ego. They're no different than the rest of mainstream western society. They are, in fact 'normal' with a greater sense of community contribution than city shut-ins.
"The Powers That BE" are, however, obviously pushing for an awakening. I believe they have the grit and love flowing through them to survive what is being asked of them: to become pioneers of social change in their community.
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Wolf Woman-The Rest of the Playground Story
When I first moved here I wrote of how we went to the playground. My daughter stood up on an artificial rock formation and howled up at the mountains. I chimed in with a bolder howl from my place swinging on the swing set. I wrote of how it felt liberating. What I did not write about was what answered our howls. Wasn't it sensational enough, brave and socially daring enough to admit we're out in the public landscape howling like animals and relishing it? Did I not risk enough? Not if I am committed to full authenticity. Not if I desire to be fully honest. Not if I want to live my life's fullest experience in the fullness of which it has been given me.
It was not wolves that answered from the mountains around our valley, it was Wolf Woman of this land herself. She came into me and she came into my children, officially initiating us into this land, to this community. I could feel her delight at the scandalized reactions of the male spirits who witnessed our primal reverie coming from female forms. She delights in reactions when she is deprived of aware responses. As we became one, she became tempered in me. In me is understanding of why it is scandalous, rejected and she persecuted. In me is awareness of how we create our own reality and cause our own persecution to a degree, and how to become more accepted, embraced in our own bubble of experiential reality by embracing ourselves fully and not giving in to condemnation. So, she became playful. She likes to bark at you to engage you in play. You're supposed to bark back playfully and engaged in chasing or being chased. You're supposed to be fearless, unafraid of her. If you are not these things, she becomes aggressive, full of disdain for the weakness. She won't try to kill you, but she will become predatory in intimidating you "out of her face".
So it was my children gave voices to the stuffed animals they carried with them, barking, growling and hissing at a little girl who then came on the scene, all daintily dressed in fashionable clothing, carrying her dolly with all it's civilized equipment (stroller, bottles, etc). This newcomer to the scene did not get it. She cringed and got upset at the invitations to engage in play the animal way. She condemned my children as she went back from whence she came, looking over her shoulder fearfully. We may have been the newcomers, but it is we who are "native"/"indigenous" to it upon arriving and howling our joy of our primal experience in invitation to it's primal spirit. That often makes people angry: the favoritism we are often shown so quickly. They have been here for years and due to their own closed states of being, have not been showered and nurtured and accepted. I used to make myself small and refuse expressions of acceptance just to avoid making others angry, making them feel small and unlucky and especially unloved. I'm over it these days.
In me, through me, around me, this Wolf Woman of our valley is an angel of light, playful, frisky, full of delight at the sensuousness of our primal life. She will look after us, nurture us, protect us, share with us, guide us, engage us and receive our knowledge. Her presence in the locals, however is a completely different story. As she comes to be as one with them, she meets the blockages, resistance, judgement from the dominant Christian conditioning and teachings. In me, she is "Earthy", in them, she is "Salty" and mean, defensive. She cannot flow as one within them and so she outright posses them, "owns their asses", so to speak. Social discord, their rejection and judgement of each other, their abusive relationships are all her "vengeance". She causes them to strike out subtly, passive-aggressively, sarcastically which then causes their Christian trained consciences to then experience shame.....the rejection and shame they heap upon her every day. They don't get these lessons, though. To them, she is a demon who posses them, they've become victim to. They plead and seek salvation from her of a god who is a foreigner here. He can govern their minds. He can use the people to harm the surface of the land and thus the spirit of the Wolf Woman's feelings. But, no more. Not upon my arrival. In me her feelings cannot be hurt and in me, their god is already down on his knees.
I figured out that is why I get so offended and disgusted and resentful and angry when people begin pleading to god, asserting his support of them. When I was a Christian and I read the scripture where Jesus said to pray "that you be one with Him as I am one with Him", I did. My prayer was answered immediately, just as Jesus promised "Who gives their child a serpent when they ask for bread?".No one wants to be pigeon-holed to their pasts for an eternity. So, when he sees what they say and do "in his name" he gets angry..."That is not me! My followers are like Job, they called me on my bullshit, on my cock-waving. Stacey saved herself from me!". Oh, yes, near and dear to that one residing in and as one with me. He handed over the kingdom, let him go, already, sheesh!
This, of course, causes discomfort amongst my fellow humans with me. They see the Wolf Woman in me, but I do not shrink at their equal disdain at seeing it in me as they shower upon seeing it in themselves. I do not seek absolution from their idea of god, I do not see their demons, I see their idea of "angels" as demons not worthy of my time or attention, who I deny and dis-empower upon meeting. Their "angels" are false humility, prudish sexuality, constant fear of disease, judgement of themselves and others, and the "sin"/evil that they are told to believe lives in them. Their "angels" are distortion and corruption of all that is natural and holy.
What DOES come from these people of the Wolf Woman that DOES resonate with and fit in with their Christian conditioning is warmth and generosity, an eagerness to engage in community. They are protective of each other. There is a strong sense of taking care of neighbors....who aren't too offensive anyways. There is that old timey "Norman Rockwell" vibe to this place, a measure of innocence and "the good old days". They own their crazy-take care of the marginalized amongst them, who aren't too offensive, anyways. There's industrialized corruption, defense of ecological destruction just because "it was my daddy who started that company"....the clinging to childhood idealization, making them self righteous in the face of obvious need to change for their own well-being. With change comes a change in finances possibly, a change in status, a destroying of their idealization of their family. In their black and white world, anything less than a portrayal of their lives as perfection is calling them evil. They can't be evil if god is on their side and so, they are "righteous" and will defend it with their life. A simple: "oops, didn't realize we were poisoning ourselves here, let's do something different" does not exist in a good vs evil perspective. The devotion to family, in it's self, is a virtue of Wolf Woman, the loyalty, the longevity, the protectiveness, the commitment and dedication.
The Wolf Woman is also present in the casual attitude toward the complying with the "machine". As long as it looks like their cooperating, they're going their own way and doing their own thing. There's a stronger inclination toward sovereignty here so far from overwhelmingly sized civilization. In the winter roads in and out are often closed, highways shut down. Winter lasts more of the year than any other season. Before internet and cell phones, they spent more time isolated and thus independent than a part of the rest of the country/civilization. That gives more time for wildness to get and keep a grip in them. That makes them, over all, a passionate and playful people slightly schizophrenic in the head. The seizures, migraines, etc are testament to it. They'll be possessed by the "salty" spirit one minute and honestly not remembering what they said or did the next. This leads them to be disorganized and "discombobulated". They may have jobs and status but hardly have "their acts together", but because having a job and status is the worldly definition of having one's act together.....they are more prone to look at me as needing help because I limit my job, haven't yet achieved status and live more simply. And yet, I'm always on time, if not early. I've always got my records when needed, I'm on top of things, organized and emotionally with "my shit together", available on the spot when crisis arises, not judgmental or overwhelmed, ready to laugh and quick to catch the crossing of a healthy boundary.
Of course, this sort of analysis triggers anger in people who deny their demons, romanticize their lives and not wanting to take responsibility for their own problems, leaving all that to blame on god and demons "his people" and "those people".
We'll see where Wolf Woman and me go in this valley. I'm in the process of shedding many things, finding my voice and the strength to use it. While I am doing this, Wolf Woman is learning from me and going to work on her people, her voices in this valley. Maybe their god as existing in me is even making headway in their conditioning, opening their minds to see the scriptures differently.
In the mean time, if where I would normally say the eating of food is supposed to be an act of making love with the Earth instead of dependency, you instead see me writing "It is the licking of the Earth's clit and her sucking the dick of your lips"...well, you know The Wolf Woman Of Livingston is painting a picture for your understanding with me......
It was not wolves that answered from the mountains around our valley, it was Wolf Woman of this land herself. She came into me and she came into my children, officially initiating us into this land, to this community. I could feel her delight at the scandalized reactions of the male spirits who witnessed our primal reverie coming from female forms. She delights in reactions when she is deprived of aware responses. As we became one, she became tempered in me. In me is understanding of why it is scandalous, rejected and she persecuted. In me is awareness of how we create our own reality and cause our own persecution to a degree, and how to become more accepted, embraced in our own bubble of experiential reality by embracing ourselves fully and not giving in to condemnation. So, she became playful. She likes to bark at you to engage you in play. You're supposed to bark back playfully and engaged in chasing or being chased. You're supposed to be fearless, unafraid of her. If you are not these things, she becomes aggressive, full of disdain for the weakness. She won't try to kill you, but she will become predatory in intimidating you "out of her face".
So it was my children gave voices to the stuffed animals they carried with them, barking, growling and hissing at a little girl who then came on the scene, all daintily dressed in fashionable clothing, carrying her dolly with all it's civilized equipment (stroller, bottles, etc). This newcomer to the scene did not get it. She cringed and got upset at the invitations to engage in play the animal way. She condemned my children as she went back from whence she came, looking over her shoulder fearfully. We may have been the newcomers, but it is we who are "native"/"indigenous" to it upon arriving and howling our joy of our primal experience in invitation to it's primal spirit. That often makes people angry: the favoritism we are often shown so quickly. They have been here for years and due to their own closed states of being, have not been showered and nurtured and accepted. I used to make myself small and refuse expressions of acceptance just to avoid making others angry, making them feel small and unlucky and especially unloved. I'm over it these days.
In me, through me, around me, this Wolf Woman of our valley is an angel of light, playful, frisky, full of delight at the sensuousness of our primal life. She will look after us, nurture us, protect us, share with us, guide us, engage us and receive our knowledge. Her presence in the locals, however is a completely different story. As she comes to be as one with them, she meets the blockages, resistance, judgement from the dominant Christian conditioning and teachings. In me, she is "Earthy", in them, she is "Salty" and mean, defensive. She cannot flow as one within them and so she outright posses them, "owns their asses", so to speak. Social discord, their rejection and judgement of each other, their abusive relationships are all her "vengeance". She causes them to strike out subtly, passive-aggressively, sarcastically which then causes their Christian trained consciences to then experience shame.....the rejection and shame they heap upon her every day. They don't get these lessons, though. To them, she is a demon who posses them, they've become victim to. They plead and seek salvation from her of a god who is a foreigner here. He can govern their minds. He can use the people to harm the surface of the land and thus the spirit of the Wolf Woman's feelings. But, no more. Not upon my arrival. In me her feelings cannot be hurt and in me, their god is already down on his knees.
I figured out that is why I get so offended and disgusted and resentful and angry when people begin pleading to god, asserting his support of them. When I was a Christian and I read the scripture where Jesus said to pray "that you be one with Him as I am one with Him", I did. My prayer was answered immediately, just as Jesus promised "Who gives their child a serpent when they ask for bread?".No one wants to be pigeon-holed to their pasts for an eternity. So, when he sees what they say and do "in his name" he gets angry..."That is not me! My followers are like Job, they called me on my bullshit, on my cock-waving. Stacey saved herself from me!". Oh, yes, near and dear to that one residing in and as one with me. He handed over the kingdom, let him go, already, sheesh!
This, of course, causes discomfort amongst my fellow humans with me. They see the Wolf Woman in me, but I do not shrink at their equal disdain at seeing it in me as they shower upon seeing it in themselves. I do not seek absolution from their idea of god, I do not see their demons, I see their idea of "angels" as demons not worthy of my time or attention, who I deny and dis-empower upon meeting. Their "angels" are false humility, prudish sexuality, constant fear of disease, judgement of themselves and others, and the "sin"/evil that they are told to believe lives in them. Their "angels" are distortion and corruption of all that is natural and holy.
What DOES come from these people of the Wolf Woman that DOES resonate with and fit in with their Christian conditioning is warmth and generosity, an eagerness to engage in community. They are protective of each other. There is a strong sense of taking care of neighbors....who aren't too offensive anyways. There is that old timey "Norman Rockwell" vibe to this place, a measure of innocence and "the good old days". They own their crazy-take care of the marginalized amongst them, who aren't too offensive, anyways. There's industrialized corruption, defense of ecological destruction just because "it was my daddy who started that company"....the clinging to childhood idealization, making them self righteous in the face of obvious need to change for their own well-being. With change comes a change in finances possibly, a change in status, a destroying of their idealization of their family. In their black and white world, anything less than a portrayal of their lives as perfection is calling them evil. They can't be evil if god is on their side and so, they are "righteous" and will defend it with their life. A simple: "oops, didn't realize we were poisoning ourselves here, let's do something different" does not exist in a good vs evil perspective. The devotion to family, in it's self, is a virtue of Wolf Woman, the loyalty, the longevity, the protectiveness, the commitment and dedication.
The Wolf Woman is also present in the casual attitude toward the complying with the "machine". As long as it looks like their cooperating, they're going their own way and doing their own thing. There's a stronger inclination toward sovereignty here so far from overwhelmingly sized civilization. In the winter roads in and out are often closed, highways shut down. Winter lasts more of the year than any other season. Before internet and cell phones, they spent more time isolated and thus independent than a part of the rest of the country/civilization. That gives more time for wildness to get and keep a grip in them. That makes them, over all, a passionate and playful people slightly schizophrenic in the head. The seizures, migraines, etc are testament to it. They'll be possessed by the "salty" spirit one minute and honestly not remembering what they said or did the next. This leads them to be disorganized and "discombobulated". They may have jobs and status but hardly have "their acts together", but because having a job and status is the worldly definition of having one's act together.....they are more prone to look at me as needing help because I limit my job, haven't yet achieved status and live more simply. And yet, I'm always on time, if not early. I've always got my records when needed, I'm on top of things, organized and emotionally with "my shit together", available on the spot when crisis arises, not judgmental or overwhelmed, ready to laugh and quick to catch the crossing of a healthy boundary.
Of course, this sort of analysis triggers anger in people who deny their demons, romanticize their lives and not wanting to take responsibility for their own problems, leaving all that to blame on god and demons "his people" and "those people".
We'll see where Wolf Woman and me go in this valley. I'm in the process of shedding many things, finding my voice and the strength to use it. While I am doing this, Wolf Woman is learning from me and going to work on her people, her voices in this valley. Maybe their god as existing in me is even making headway in their conditioning, opening their minds to see the scriptures differently.
In the mean time, if where I would normally say the eating of food is supposed to be an act of making love with the Earth instead of dependency, you instead see me writing "It is the licking of the Earth's clit and her sucking the dick of your lips"...well, you know The Wolf Woman Of Livingston is painting a picture for your understanding with me......
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Time travel happens all the time
Time travel happens all the time. It takes no fancy scientific equipment or elitist training. Story tellers, actors, psychics, they do it all the time. The story tellers are conscious channels who bring spirits and souls from the past, an alternate present dimension or a future dimension to embody while telling. The best actors are conscious channels who embody a spirit we call a charector during their hours on set. Psychics call it "remote viewing". Begin to even think of where and when you want to know something from and I will be embodying the results already. I will already be there, seeing through the eyes of some one who is present in that time, at that event, and I can tell you exactly what they are seeing and feeling.
This is all normal. If we were part of a tribe in any culture just a few hundred years ago (if not native to one today), we would have been prepared for this as part of our "coming of age" training. You see, if you did not get a vision of your own, you were not a mature adult, equal part of the community/tribe. Walk-abouts, vision quests, red tents.....those who had no "super natural" experiences were the "freaks",unequal, incapable of being sovereign and contributing in taking the lead.
It is the experiencing of another time/space/dimension/ with our bodies still in the present that is normal. Scientifically it has been proven that observers effect that which they observe. So, the other time/space/dimensions are constantly churning with observation according to the consciousness of the story tellers, actors and psychics. The insanity is trying to bring a physical body into another time/space/dimension. It would be destroyed because it is not as fluid as our consciousness. It would constantly be morphing as a pile of goo, a caterpillar in it's cocoon, changed by every observation of the conscious story tellers, actors and psychics from every time/space/dimension.
The only thing abnormal about believing in time travel is believing it doesn't happen.
This is all normal. If we were part of a tribe in any culture just a few hundred years ago (if not native to one today), we would have been prepared for this as part of our "coming of age" training. You see, if you did not get a vision of your own, you were not a mature adult, equal part of the community/tribe. Walk-abouts, vision quests, red tents.....those who had no "super natural" experiences were the "freaks",unequal, incapable of being sovereign and contributing in taking the lead.
It is the experiencing of another time/space/dimension/ with our bodies still in the present that is normal. Scientifically it has been proven that observers effect that which they observe. So, the other time/space/dimensions are constantly churning with observation according to the consciousness of the story tellers, actors and psychics. The insanity is trying to bring a physical body into another time/space/dimension. It would be destroyed because it is not as fluid as our consciousness. It would constantly be morphing as a pile of goo, a caterpillar in it's cocoon, changed by every observation of the conscious story tellers, actors and psychics from every time/space/dimension.
The only thing abnormal about believing in time travel is believing it doesn't happen.
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