Something “heavy” cleared last night. I experienced it (that “heavy”) in that dream place. My dreams were of their attempts and my standing in who I AM and saying NO. I deflected a coiled snake several times – which was attempting to either bite me or “stick” on me – perhaps both. They tried to make my image into something that was not Me – and I affirmed that the next day (or when I got out of their dream space b.s.) I would have even MORE of something they attempted to take. When I got up, I noticed this “MORE of”. It was subtle – but obvious to me and had me at first pause and say “What? Oh, wow – interesting…”
I am currently rethinking the whole concept of god. God to me simply is another word for Creator. Creator of energy – that is always there. Intention behind that creation is what is most important. When T and M are said to have said on stage (according to the Gunner’s Wife lip read) about God and the Angels (on inauguration night 2016)….well that has nagged at me – bothered me only because of the use of the word “god”. Religious concepts trigger me. But now that I have gotten clear on that term and what I feel it indicates – I feeeel I now see WHO they were referring to: Home (and that is different for each of us). Our original lines. Those who created our original form. This human vessel – this compromised one – was as we know designed by those with evil/destructive intention. The form we had PRIOR TO – was designed by those with benevolent intention. And THAT is where I strongly feel we are returning to. At least that is where I feel “I” am returning to.
Again – an individual experience.
Then I reflected on the timeline theory – how I have been feeling we are ending a timeline. Robin Bollock (sp??) said similar last week (which I shared here) – how we are at the end of a timeline minus 1 hour.
That one hour has stayed with me. Today I had a visual – a feeeel that came with it. I saw a timeline circle – the two points hovering together – about ready to meet/connect – which corresponds with the two timelines playing out and they converge into One. I KNOW these parasites are streeeeeeetching out theirs – doing all they can to delay the convergence point – which eliminates their timeline/agenda permanently….but there is that other energy that keeps pushing it forward. Bill Wood’s words come to mind as I type this – wondering WHY THIS IS TAKING SO DAYEM LONG – how the two chess players know the end – each have so many moves and all the loser can do is delay the end – but that end still comes – in part by our Awakening and that energy as well as energy by Home (our Origins).
Some are saying A Storm Is Coming – which is nonsense. The storm has always been here since the war began (to end THEM) years ago. We are, however, I feel in the thick of it now. The Doors (awesome) song “Riders On The Storm” began going through my mind this morning – which I feel the title and lyrics are quite relevant…now. Morrison – beautiful Soul who was another one “used”. Said at 12:22 on this 22 day.
I will leave you with both.
Love,
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown…
There’s a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin’ like a toad…
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well said and thank you
thank you – and you are welcome. 🙂
Ah yes…I am a Doors collector–and FYI, the early LP’s (1&2) in MONO really rock!
The original pressing of LA Woman has detail that a later re-press doesn’t possess (Steve Hoffman mastering at that!)–it is a treat for the ears. The rain and thunder on the original release sounds awesome. I am fortunate to have a great system. Vinyl is Final. Analog is akin to the natural order of the universe!
blessons
Here’s a synch. I had a snake dream last night too. I was laying on the floor, semi-curled up and a cobra appeared in the space between my head and my feet. I was completely vulnerable. It could strike my head, my stomach, etc. But I did not panic.
I took control of my fear and slowed my breathing. Steadied my heart. I stared at it and the snake did not strike.
WHOA! Mine looked like a cobra too – curled up like they do. Must have been collective – for some of us that is. Thank you for sharing Anthony.