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     Public Notice

    Yesterday I experienced and was made aware of a quantum leap. I woke this morning with the implications running around in my head. How is this going to manifest in our 3D, earthly and apparently shared experience? Welcome to another episode of the 'Mandela Effect'. The siren songs, in the United States and much of the world by virtue of it's influence, were election, war with Iraq, and the coronavirus; the biggest amongst the already singing fear triggers like immunizations, etc.
   So, we have populations with lack of clarity due to generational PTSD placed on overload. They're going to draw all their worst nightmares right to them. There's no stopping that train.
    I'm focused here on those who made the leap while not realizing it. My finely tuned inner awareness knew *something* was happening. I knew it was happening to me. I knew I was 'worlds away' from the the thinking patterns and experiences of those around me. It wasn't until I saw the posts shared by  Anya Zama Deva that I understood "I wasn't the only one". Now we have those in fear-based experiential realities and those surrounded by them who are not. These of the second group are wondering why they aren't as panicked as those around them. They keep the 'deep dark secret' that it isn't REALLY worrying them on the deepest levels. They play along so as not to draw attention to themselves as being 'irresponsible', 'not taking it seriously enough', 'stupid' and all those lovely accusations we get when we don't buy into the "musts" and "have tos". Come find your tribe, man, if you can.
    We're over here in communities that won't experience all the horrors that will be reported from those experiencing them. We act as shields for our closest neighbors without even realizing it on either end. We'll get those who wander in for a time, like stark mad raving lunatics stumbling in out of the desert. Refresh them and let them be. Just as I did not know why I was given to take my children out of school when all had been going relatively well; there are no coincidences and 'out of the blue' occurrences serve us to preserve us or place us somewhere that will serve our expansion.
    Years ago, I was given a vision of 'camps' throughout the world some distance apart from one another. This happened long before the book series came out, which only serves to make me aware, I'm not the only one who received these concepts. I can best describe it as kinda like the communities of Pan Am in The Hunger Games . The masses, district 13 being the New Age escapists and then the one not mentioned. We, in the grounded, journey into full embodiment state of being would have news now and then from defectors of the other territories, especially the new age escapists represented by District 13. The defectors would come with news of the worsening conditions in communities that didn't realize they were dying and all their artwork looked the same. I hadn't been given to recall that vision again until now. So, I know it is a principle I can validate and apply to this widening gap between those who are continuing on in the fear-based reality and those who made the quantum leap.
   The points being; 1) nothing to be done for those left behind, 2) support for those who made the leap but don't know how to explain it to their conscious mind and might be tempted to 'sin' against themselves with feelings of guilt, and 3) woo hoo! the rest of us are finally free! Let the abundance roll in with all the ease and grace it was always intended to be!
   Further occurring to me: no coincidence that I was given to name my web page "Crystal Morning Star's Portal" and my visions of what is to come were not just of land and a gifting community based on culture of consent but more strongly coming in; the motel/shelter creation would, now that I know what I know, be a portal as well!
   The end of the world as we know it!
Oh, and in Christian terms; this is the beginning of the rapture and what we call the ascension. Some will appear to leave due to sudden 'windfalls' of money. Some due to death. Some, you just lose track of and have no idea where of they went.

https://www.who.int/health-topics/coronavirus
https://www.facebook.com/anya.zama
https://thehungergames.fandom.com/wiki/Panem
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OyBtMPqpNY

Self awareness and letting go of fear is not for the faint of heart!

     My heart continues to release and heal. This, of course liberates any other aspects that have been holding energy for it. As these bubbles of fear are released, holy moly- it's the etheric version of tooth pain. That 'just want to claw out of our own skin' level of pain. Like squeezing a pimple nerve pain we have to deal with to get rid of the subtle perpetual dull throbbing against the nerve situation. A moment's sharper pain to get rid of long term suffering. It occurs to me why people don't want to do this. Better to keep it repressed where we don't think it is not felt, let it slowly kill us and 'not know it'/dull our awareness of it. I can understand how it would kill someone of a heart attack or something. I want full souled liberation, however, no matter what it takes. I got a taste of it. There's no going back from that. Going back would be harder than just letting go and let all this happen. That IS all it takes; allowing the process. Easier said than done when we instinctively move away from pain. I know with each phase of release, it's quicker and easier.
    Last night I let go of something. I made a video this morning. I was happy with it. I was happy to have put it out there with no expectations or understanding of what may result from it. I just happily went on to other things. Then it hit me; there are a whole lot of feelings I would have had and had had in the past as a result of doing something like that. uh, oh. Yup, all the pain my heart took on from those thoughts and self criticisms and expected criticisms the last time I thought of putting myself out there had to go. So, yeah, that gotta get out of my skin suffering. 'This is everything working out for me" 'Love what arises", breathe! Panic attacks after panic attacks..."just breath", "love what arises", "this is everything working out for me". It's like giving birth without the physical results discernible to the world. Screw what others may or may not believe I'm doing! I seriously, literally haven't got energy to waste on  such stupid unaware shit like being called lazy, not doing anything, my children need to get outside more, being home alone so much isn't good for me and every other common idiocy. I haven't got room for even "forgive them for they know not what they do'. screw that shit, I'm moving mountains here, out of the way!
   That must be the state of being I came to while I slept. I woke from a nap thinking it was morning and I had slept over 12 hours; I was so well rested. Felt like I had passed through alot of time. I had obviously burnt up a whole lot of toxic energy because I was soaked in sweat. That's when more panicked, etherically painful release happened; I woke with the sense of 'fuck that shit; ain't got time for it' associated with a vague worry about what someone else was thinking. I had cut loose the sand bags holding me down instead of fiddling with tedious knots and details......nothing but distractions that hold no significant value worthy of the effort and attention. I had only slept three hours.
   I understood why a loving heart might not want to drop a million dollars in my lap with a lottery ticket and fast track me into my dream life. It was given to me to know yesterday afternoon. (The plan of the "powers that be". Ya'll psychotic, man. I am not your proving toy! The things we don't know are going on in them thar spirit realms! Life plans and soul agreements we aren't aware of or necessarily privy to.) The only way, it is believed, the people who 'help' the homeless will be made aware of what giving people time to get out of survival mode can do is to show them by using someone like me. (Yeah, they knew what my reaction would be.) Going from here to a six figure income doing what I do instead of struggling to get a minimum wage job that will burn me out after a short time and have me right back into homelessness; they would see value in what I say. They would see value in not forcing and pushing and requiring, etc. (Oh, yeah, it's hitting me moment by moment and I'm trying to leave it be....my children! grrrrr the shit I put up with with sending them to school, CPS worker.....oh yeah, ya'll better be running in another direction.) That's only IF those 'helping' the homeless want to know; IF it would actually be appreciated. "We can't do that for everybody" might be the response and excuse for not making changes. Law of Attraction, as taught these days, states that an agenda to prove or change something creates resistance to change. Trying to prove something to anyone else is self-defeating and defeats the opportunity to sweep them up into the change we've got high speed momentum of already created. (hrumph! Yeah, outta here)
  Ever try to 'help' a child with something they're determined to tackle themselves? They'll bite ya! lol Well, that child lives in a very good many of us. That is why it is said that we will not change until we tire of the fight. We'll find one reason after another to push against, to protest, to fight, to argue, to take up a cause, to take up a side until we are dead tired and have nothing left to give or are beaten up, bloody and unconscious; metaphorically speaking. Bar room brawls ending like that don't necessarily get into people's heads that they've hit rock bottom. We live in a culture that flaunts and idealizes and idolizes 'keep on going', 'push through it', 'don't stop', 'don't quit', 'be strong', 'be tough', 'be consistent', 'accept no excuses'. I think Nike got it right with "Just Do It". Drop the resistance, the worries, the over thinking and just do it. Drop the baggage and just do it.
   I dropped the baggage and am dropping more as I choose to "Just Do It".
 (oh, there's some baggage being dropped up in this house, lol, this in parenthesis topic obviously isn't part of it yet)
   Wow! One clandestined thought process, three hours of sleep and I change my whole trajectory! The lines cut, this hot hair balloon is rising. There is no guilt in the idea of handing over the key to my apartment and blowing this clambake. "What's going on?". No guilt or regret or remorse with the response; "None of your business. You blew your chance to ask." Leave 'em hanging. The wondering will kill them and eventually they won't be able to resist seeking out this blog. Then, change will come. That gives me an idea, somewhat unrelated but one I was awaiting.

oooooo; the financial power to walk away from anything without having to leave everything behind. I like it....immensely

I just learned that it's Quantum Leap day today. After the above experience; I believe it.
No wonder I woke up with an "ain't got time for that shit" perspective; I was coming to in a whole new body with a whole new experience of this shared reality. Aches and pains usually associated with these kinds of sleeps, which feel like the symptoms of chronic fatigue, were noticeably absent.
I think I have a camper coming......

Right relationship within self recognizes appreciation in delight and has no need to hear '"thank you". Delight is the gratitude.
   

We are the book of life

     Last night I felt the bubble of infection in my heart burst open and release it's toxins. There's alot of sadness and crying. I had trouble getting my Walmart cash card to sync with my Paypal account due to address changes, etc. I had felt the old resentment toward financial and legal institutions as the blocking of me out of my Paypal account occurred. As energy flows from our core, our central sun, our source upwards, it passes through the heart and affects how it enters our brain. If the heart has been hurt, the brain sees an enemy in that which hurt the heart and the thoughts it entertains and generates are in alignment with what the heart is feeling. Our cognitive abilities are affected.
    Our heart latches onto something desired and we're told that there's not enough money. We're told there are restrictions, terms and conditions to be met in order to access it. That is in complete contrast with what our source knows. Knowing is powerful. It is stronger than believing. Especially when we are young, knowing is knowing and anything not in alignment with the knowing is a brutal attack to the heart that is in agreement with the core knowing. Oh, the dear, sweet children! Even the injection of doubt hurts the heart. "What if it doesn't work?", a sincerely asked question born of the speaker's fear, insecurity, doubt hurts the knowing heart. The speaker has just injected their own fear and doubt into that heart. For many of us, the brutality of more, stronger contrasting responses create bitter hatred and resentment toward the one expressing the denial of the ease and grace with which we are meant to receive what is in our heart. On top of that, what the heart latches onto is often an assault it's self as the wanting of it is attributed to negative intents such as being greedy, unhealthy, etc.
    So, if we are wanting to live a 'heart centered reality', we want to allow our heart to cleanse it's self of all it's wounds and retrain our brain's cognitive pathways, called neuropathways. We may need to engage in exercises to get it's normally and naturally self-healing gears going in the restored direction we've chosen to re-embody.
    As I stood outside, as is my routine each morning upon waking, I listened to the birds and looked at the trees. In front of our building is a stand of evergreens chopped off in the middle to create room for the electrical wires. I was prompted to remember what Anastasia of "The Ringing Ceders of Russia" book series said about the trees and bushes and flowers; that they are each letters in an alphabet, the arrangement of them growing naturally as sentences and paragraphs and books. Our subconscious, no doubt, is able to read it and so it is that we heal in nature. "The word of God is alive" comes to mind. The living language of God growing up all around us, enveloping us in it's message. Walking through a book, so to speak. We are a natural aspect of the environment and so we, too, are letters, sentences, chapters in our eyes, our hair, our nails, our skin. We are books of life walking about in the book of life, the words of God constantly re-arranging themselves to communicate in each and every moment; focused in the now moment, a part of the now moment, creating the now moment.
   A pair of Canadian or Snow geese flew overhead. I love to see what they are reflecting back at me, so I look up the spiritual significance of the presence of animals in my experience. Native Americans call them totems when they are strongly with us for a long time. I just Google search "spirit medicine" and the animal. "The path I am on is my own. I am connected to the Universe." ha! Synchronicity! I had just been thinking how everything in nature has niche. A bird may be a bird, yet each bird has it's own niche in the domain of birdiness. Yeah, I just made that word up. A new reality, a new experience of this reality, a new life, a new world, new words makes sense. I digressed. If every living being has a niche, it only stands to reason that we, as well, would have our own unique niche. We may be a public speaker, but we certainly have our own specialized niche amongst public speakers, with our own unique ring. Our own unique call, tweet, honk, if you will; in birdiness terms. Hee, hee.
     The implications continue to pour in: the way we interact with natural things, the way we touch and treat the Earth, the way we touch and speak to one another, these are all conversations with God. The state of our body is evidence of the state of our relationship with God. Our illnesses are telling us how that conversation is going. Our bursts of energy and feeling good signify a delightful interaction. Our "self talk" is our self declarations before God, our prayers, and so He answers them. If we say we are weak, He validates His hearing and answer by sending an assailant. If we say to ourselves; "I cannot", God responds with blockages. I am strong! I am loving! I am glorious! I am wonderful and wondrous! I am delightful! I am magnificent! I am brilliant! I AM The Bright and Morning Star shining the light of God into the world with pristine clarity! I AM the dawn of a new day!
     To sin is "to miss the point of being human". I'm afraid we've indeed missed the point completely. That is why he told Moses; "That is not the name by which I had been known (addressed)". Aha! moment, yes? We are to address God with "I AM"! When we address Him, we do so with self-declarations!
     "If you are to know God, look at nature"; the bible states. I imagine those who garden with a level of expertise are highly and finely tuned in to this language, the language of God, so to speak. Gardners, "People of the Earth". That is the original definition of "Pagan". Originally, it was the term used to refer to the Jews by the 'civilized' communities around them. Jesus would have been called a "Filthy Pagan" long before Christians adopted the phrase to refer to those who don't practice their now "civilized" faith rituals. Like resentful children, they played the name calling game; "I know you are, but what am I?". To embrace the term Pagan and practices associated with it is to embrace, once again, the language of God; our relationship with it and thus Him.
   And so I begin my day with a healing heart and the assurance that I am not doing what I am doing in pursuing this entrepreneurial concept because I am taking on the pressure that was delivered to me on Wednesday morning during "the meeting" and that what I am choosing is in alignment with Universal flow, Divine Ordinance, my purpose, my niche or natural place in the world.
   It further occurs to me that this is fulfillment of the promise of what I was given to see the other morning; My light shooting up to meet a white light that burst through the dark layers of heaven (hell, Hades, lower vibrational consciousness), pushing them away to shine before me. My heart resists the coming accusations such as: "how dare you presume to declare such a thing?!" and softens as it reasons back while I see out of my peripheries the strong breeze blowing through those evergreens; "It's as natural as the wind in the trees". Soft, sweet serenity with my own beliefs born of inner knowing. Indeed, my place in the world.
     You will have to convince yourself of yours.

     So now my boots must hit the ground to do the practical applications of this system of things. This momma bear wears combat boots ;) Yet, I am not 'strong'; I am fit for what needs doing. I 'smell' the opposition/contrasting thoughts drawn in to do their job. This prompts my mantra for the day which dispels them as I do not let their thought forms hit, attach themselves, find root, are fully grasped by my brain; "As natural as the breeze blowing amidst the trees".

The rant had to come out

     I embodied the understanding of this morning's meeting and the blessings that came with it. This is the life-giving water. Increase that and the dross oil must come up and out. One thing clear: what I do, I do for me and was in the plan anyways. Fine, God/life/ Universe/Source wants to give me impedance to not fall back or hesitate before this door. Threats and intimidation don't feel good. "There are others we can be helping". So, I'm not worth helping because I'm not submitting to threats? GASLIGHTING, baby, GASLIGHTING. That doesn't feel good either. They do not understand how they themselves set the people they're "helping" up for failure. They traumatize those who are already traumatized to the point of disability, force them into traumatizing work environments and wonder why they need help again in short order. Their clients aren't the problem; they are. It's the patch 'em up and toss 'em back into a system that further cripples them so they see the results they think are successful and have the numbers to show to get their funding.
      Now, I could tell those same people the following story and wonder what kind of fool my kidnapper was. They would not be able to imagine how he could ever believe what he said, that he could think like that. And yet their dissociation with their inner selves causes them to fail to realize that their belief in what they're saying, that they can even think as they do, makes them the exact same kind of fool.
      I had broken up with an abuser. I was sleeping in a camper with myself and my two small children. The camper's electric was plugged into the house of those who were allowing us to stay on their property. I could not drive the camper myself because my abuser had rigged the breaks and gas with strings to control them instead of the pedals. I woke in the middle of night to him, drunk, driving off with us in the camper, tearing the electric cord out of the house. As he drives us up into the mountains of California, well out of cell phone range, I tell him; "Don't you realize you're kidnapping us?!". His response; "No, you can't kidnap your own woman and children". Wow, right? And yet the very people who say "wow" fail to realize their verbal abuse, their idea of love is just as ridiculous and out of touch with reality as his was.
    That is why when asked today; "Who did that?!", my response was; "It doesn't matter". Like kicking a dead horse. The only response I would have gotten would have been; "Well, if that's how you feel; you can just leave now without our help." I've been down this road enough to know.
    So, with the poison now out of my system, the pathway is clear for me to get back in the flow so I can bring in the money for me. Not to prove anything to them. Not to prove my worthiness. Only ever to allow myself to receive. And ya know what? When I have the "proof" of my "worthiness", they lose their privilege with no thanks from me. Not a single fucking donation, given credit, well wishes. Just the dust I shall wipe from my feet.
    Se la vie, realms of the emotionally retarded beings!

Meme to come out of today: "Emotional intelligence is sexy!"

   I almost let them steal my momentum from me. I could feel the resistance in my trauma response. I bounced back rather quickly. And maybe that's what today was showing me about me: I'm not fooled, yet neither am I victimized by such any longer. I maintained my authority and my power. I allowed and was able to 'fathom'/understand what was happening. "Forgive them for they know not what they do". I don't have to. They must first come to an awareness and then forgive themselves. Forgiveness can never come from me. Releasing them from the results of their behavior only enables them. I cannot even ask God to forgive them, to lie and reflect back to them sinlessness. That would be a disservice. It would be enabling. All I can do is realize that it is now out of my hands.

Abundance from God, in a new way

     It hit me this morning not long after waking as I chose and initiated the momentum for my day; I was truly going to do this. I am going to allow myself to let in and fully embody my highest potentials. My nervous system began to shake as parts within me writhed with anxiousness that was quickly dismissed. It wasn't the 'high' excitement of new love, it was a grounded excitement of imminent manifestation.
    It put me in a higher vibe than I was originally going to go into this morning's meeting with. That weekly high energy intro being hit with corrections and passive aggressive shut down. I did not get that sinking feeling I would have as I saw what I had walked into instead. There he sat with arms folded, brows furrowed down in that concentrated expression that means ultimatum. I was too high vibe for it to hit home. I know what I know and that knowing could not be shaken, even in the face of not being recognized as 'solid'. I had ample evidence. It is not my problem if another could not appreciate it or value it or recognize it. Why should they? I am bringing into this world something never before known at the levels and with the dimensions I am bringing it in.
   I witnessed an opening and backed off. Free will must always be respected as much as is appropriate. We don't take advantage of cracked open doors to pry them open and force our way in. We step back in respect and and graceful invitation, giving time and space for it to be received and returned. "Tell me more"/"come in". And still we tread consciously and considerately. The ultimatum became a "show me something, anything". I was going to be doing it anyway. I may honor the request of such a privilege if it so given.
   I knew I needed a laptop, at least, to do what I needed to do. The last thing I expected was to have it gifted to me in this way. And yet, here it is; mine as of today. SD card is on my list now. Learned that lesson with the crash of my last one and this one is used already.  To be able to create a profile and have my information remembered so I don't have to keep re-remembering new passwords required every time the programs decide it was an unfamiliar login location and/or device!
   Back to the meeting. Of course, the one speaking to me, making what I'm sure they wouldn't perceive as an ultimatum, could not understand that my evidence not being enough for him was devaluing all my progress and all my "God-given" evidence. Adding value is a theme big in my personal universe right now, synchronized with it being the theme for this year in the universe where my universe is physically planted at the moment, and now synchronized with Tony Robbins' universe. Synchronistically, I got in on his free once a year event, V.I.P. tickets! *Laughing as I realize; wasn't that my latest 'thang', the V.I.P. seating and place card I had made for my neighbor and my family?*
    Anyway; I was speaking about the changes in me. I spoke of how I used to feel dirty accepting money but now have chosen to view it as representative of my own inner abundance and the abundance of God's love for me. My inner being shifted it all into alignment within me, into greater clarity. The mirror was bright and clean and radiant and glowing. The Puppet Master has gotten what he wished and was therefore now capable of bestowing this gift of abundance upon me. The whole of the world, for the most part gives Him power over it all, gives Him credit and therefore ownership of it and now He gives it to me. The crown of which the bible speaks. My inner Tree Of Life returned to me.

   "Just tell us what you need".

      And I feel the spirit of that one testing me inquiringly. Lemonade making time in the thought realms!

     An analogy occurs to me about what occurred this morning. There is a 300 +/- year old historical story from Native Americans. It goes like this:
     One day, the tribal members saw strange waves on the ocean coming towards their land. Anxious at not being able to discern the cause of these strange waves, they ran to the tribe's Shaman. The Shaman went down to the beach to see what the rest of the tribe had seen and were so anxious about. After the Shaman looked out toward the waves, he bent over and began to draw in the sand with a stick while the tribe looked on. He had drawn a ship. The tribe looked up toward the waves and finally saw the boat that was the source of the waves.
    Similarly; My ship has come in and I am walking up the boarding ramp. The people in the meeting Don't see the ship. They suspiciously accept that they may see the waves but they want to know; "How did you make these waves? Why are these connections being made? Why would someone have donated that money?" Why did exactly the sentence I needed to read to trigger my healing come in a book that didn't otherwise apply to me from I don't know who or where in the United States Postal Service? Hell if I know! or care. I believe in miracles. I've seen too many not to.
     And then it occurs to me; the kingdom of God within. The kingdom of God; the kingdom from which God came. The mirror holds the reflection/image of the non-physical reality. That is how we are all "in the hands of God". That is how it is that God influences our physical experience. It's His job; to turn the non-physical to physical. It's His job to deliver that book, that video, that person, that saying, that money. He is unlimited in how He can do this. It is we who limit His ability to deliver to us when we give conditions to, restrict, limit how that can happen. If we require details, He'll create a few. The fewer we need to fulfill our demand for conditions by our belief in the need for them; the quicker, more pure, miraculously it can happen for us. That is why I allow time to be fluid, details to escape me, etc. They think me an "airhead". It just ISN'T important to me. My job is only to ask and allow- and I've reached point critical where I can longer afford to place demands of met conditions, beliefs, requirements, limitations. Our lives depend on me letting go and allowing it to happen no matter what it takes, how it happens. I'm done asking those questions. Living the miraculous, magical experience is a while lot easier anyways. Ease. Grace. And looky, looky: the details of why and how this is all so are given me anyways.

The lotus continues to push up through the mud

      I woke with the bitter hatred evolved from the helplessness felt as a child and not hearing one's own voice enough. The habit of logging on, even when feeling down and knowing the memes from "gurus" are going to irritate, popular songs shared f unhealthy love trigger a pointing out of how wrong it all is, the biggest news flashes even make it on my remote from mainstream timeline to emphasis the evils in the world. So, I sat with this bitter hatred. I explained it to a neighbor. As I allowed it to be without trying to change it, resist it not feed it, I did not allow it to overpower me. I allowed it to deliver it's message and it left me. It leaves a wake of rawness and sadness. It is released. As I release it in me I release it in my children, especially my oldest where ever she may be. I'll go spend time at Pintrest  where there's nothing but dresses I like, jewelry, travel destinations, and camping hacks. I give myself peace with the world around me.
   With a positive energy flowing through me again, I remember the premonition vision the Druid had concerning myself and my children. All my daughters were there in one house gathered around a table doing what young women do. He saw himself in it. Indeed, we can change our trajectory and mine has changed completely. I do still have hope for that imagining prompted by that foretelling. That's another reason I wonderingly expect for his return into my experience one day. How odd it was that he would have that vision and yet back out of the soul contract because he saw the relationship was "termed". One would entertain the idea that maybe a temporary break and then reunion was in the original plan, yet it had not occurred to him to put two and two together. Ah, well. Pintrest was delightful to revisit, full of my favorite style of clothes which i ended up receiving and wearing gloriously for 7 months in the desert where I ad owned my own home, fully sustainable off grid and an unconditional income. I could feel the feelings I felt living so physically, emotionally, energetically free!

Deserving is never the issue. We do not ask if the bird deserves to eat nor if the plant deserves the rain and sun.

Ubuntu; "I am because we are" could also be said "I am because you are" I lift myself when I lift you

We are our own best friend. As such, we are best friend to all we encounter.

One day, I shall commission a bus from from my friend Nada and truly be a "Bus Momma" https://facebook.com/jaime.jensen.7

The quickest, easiest prayer to have answered is the wondering of a feeling. "I wonder what it will feel like to have implicit trust n myself?" The one that most significantly impacted me was when I was in a Christian paradigm and wondered what it will feel like when Satan was gone forever. There was a lightness in my boy as it began to levitate.

For some reason, I told my dog who was waiting for me to take her out; "You can pee outside, but I cannot not. Well, actually, I do have a long skirt on, so the cameras wouldn't know what I was doing". Squatting to pet a dog in a long skirt which naturally spreads out like a tent when we lower ourselves raises no eyebrows in public. I've done it before ;)

Just a funny exchange

Friend posts;

My response;

Unfortunately, formed as a question, the idiots having problems with relationship boundaries by giving unsolicited opinions won't understand that it is rhetorical and you'll get consistent "no, but...." in response to it. My children and I have learned to use the very firmly spoken; "shut the fuck up" is absolutely effective. And yes, I allow my children to "swear". It's an expletive giving emphasis to the clarity of meaning being conveyed. It is a sign of intelligence. I like to think of it as an exclamation point within the sentence or an adding of emphasis of the important of an expression. Disrespect the boundaries, ya get the verbal self defense. Respect has got nothing to do with it. Especially in the case of a child; an adult who can't respect a child cannot realistically expect to be treated with what they perceive is respect. They'll get my children's self respect right back at them for their disrespect. Yup, proud of it. My brain gets the gentler admonitions. Home is supposed to be safe ;)

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