I have no clue what’s going on “out there”. None. Zero. Zip. NADDA.
My mate just said “go to zero hedge and gateway and you will see” to which I said (like a 3 year old): “I don’t wanna!”
lol
I’m 22 (somewhere that is) but feel like I’m 122 today. 22 and all is Q(uantum). Hey I kinda like that.
Today is another butt-kicking experience. I feel like I need to pop. Yesterday was up and down in extremes so I had moments where I felt great. Today? Just a non-stop “UGH how much longer can I withstand this frequency/energy?” I don’t care if it’s a CME. I don’t care if it’s the Schumann. I don’t care if it’s coming from Timbuktu. I want it to STOP! My girl and I headed out on a bike ride. The weather is gorgeous – sunny and warm (ignoring those white things in the sky). I didn’t know how my body would respond – it was fine until we came home and I plopped into a chair – then tried to get up. That was comical.
My memory – where did it go? My ability to use this body – since when did I become an infant at times? I looked under the kitchen table – who is spilling all of that food and why is it under my chair and my mate’s? You know, the two ADULTS?
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Yes, I know V ~ I have continued to hear for 3 years now – that little voice inside my head – that the closer we get to the “end” (whatever THAT is and WHENever it is) – the more I would need to sleep. Rest. Hide. lol I’m sleeping more – but not that well. Last night the dream state was weird – sepia color. No – wrong color. It was the color of sludge. I didn’t like it so I got out even though whatever runs that astral state was trying to get me to stay by showing me someone who has passed this year.
I am reflecting ~ I wonder if most of these messages we receive in the astral showing us health-related stuff (or anything pushing us to get answers in evil land) are them trying to drive us into the nazi medical system. Show me a med bed – advanced tech and healing modalities – that are affordable and WORK.
There’s not much I am connected to.
Preaching to the choir ~ I know.
All I know to do is reject what isn’t mine ~ what isn’t wanted. RETURN TO SENDER. And stay in my heart.
I had other things to share but as what now happens, if I don’t write it down at the time, it’s gone. If I recapture them, I will share.
Love,
Victoria
