Category: Daily Notes

As though I could come up with more things to say on this whole weary starseed human experience.  But as I like to say: “Can’t come up with anything to say? Come sit next to me and I will think of something.”

Lately I have been seeing these stats, on random sites, posed by random people, that say anywhere between 65-85% of the population are either cloned or without souls.  The idea of most humans being cloned or soul-less bothers me deeply and it simply doesn’t resonate with me.  After giving it some contemplation, I came up with something tonight and I would like to present it and see what you think and feel about my concept: I believe that statistic simply represents the percentage of folks who simply are not ready to awaken.  It isn’t that they don’t want to – it is simply that they can’t.  Why?  I don’t know for sure.  Perhaps it is part of their evolutionary plan as created by their Higher Self.  Perhaps it is simply due to a lack of will.  Perhaps they simply aren’t ready. Continue reading “Thoughts Of A Weary Starseed Human – Part 2”

One of my favorite movies is The Matrix.  I particularly resonate with the scene where Neo is (at first) told the Truth of the enslavement of humanity by Morpheus.  Morpheus holds up a battery and says this is what the human body is to the machines – a life support.

“No,” Neo says, the reality hitting him hard.  “Get me out of here!”  He is then brought back from the program where he promptly throws up.

The truth is a hard pill to swallow.  Searching for truth has been a life long journey for me, although it really became much more of a focus for me about 15 years ago.  Along the way I have certainly had my moments where, like Neo, wrapping my brain around the next layer has been really difficult.  Depressing.  Maddening.  And yet I keep going, even when I have those moments where, like Cypher says to Neo, “Why didn’t I take the blue pill instead?”

I’m a red pill chick and if you are a truthseeker, you are too. Continue reading “Predictions On This Rainy October Day”

I recently encountered bully behavior with other women.  Mother’s, no less.  It was an online situation where I was coming to the defense of a picture that had been posted of a little boy in a skeleton costume.  The boy was 3 or 4 and he was crying, clearly very upset.  He had refused to eat the night before, so the parents decided to put the costume on him while he slept, then upon awakening, they informed him he had “starved to death” and he was upset that his body is gone.  (Yeah, let that one sink in.  I am still horrified.)

The idea that a parent could and would not only post a picture of their child in such fear and distress was appalling enough for me, but the idea that the parents would also use such a clearly abusive tactic in an attempt to teach their child a lesson much less show ENJOYMENT over it, is simply deplorable.

Naturally then I spoke up about this behavior. Continue reading “Witnessing The Patriarchal Energy of Bullying In Women”

Aside from writing essay’s and the like, I also write songs.  Back in 2004 I wrote a song on the piano called “Invisible”.  At the time I was reaching out for support and finding mostly judgment.  As is often the case, writing a song helps me process my thoughts and emotions when faced with things of the hurtful nature.  My intuition just nudged me to post the lyrics here.  Maybe they will comfort someone or at the very least, awaken a person to realize separation and our feeling of being invisible – or our belief that others are beneath us and thus invisible – are all illusions.  Stop feeding the matrix.  We’re all One.

Without further ado…
Do I appear invisible to you.
Do you even care that I exist.
I’m really not so different from you.
You know it’s true.
Just look in the mirror.
And you will see…
me staring back at you
through the same eyes.
How can you and I live in the same world.
When all you seem to care about is yourself.
People are dying in their hearts.
Their sense of self
is slipping away.
And people like you
you say you care
but when they reach out their hands
you just walk away.
Pretending you don’t see.
When I appear invisible to you
you really are invisible for yourself.
For we’re all a part of the same Life.
Look inside.
You know it’s true.
Reach out to me
and take my hand.
And we can walk together
into Eternity.

One thing about living in this dimensional matrix construct is how it pulls us out of the “now” and thus, who we really are.  As children we are completely immersed in the “NOW”.  It’s ok if you don’t remember being like that as a child.  I can prove it to you.  I have a small child who teaches me constantly how to be in the NOW.  She will completely immerse herself into every activity, every creative pursuit.  She will completely “lose” herself – and it’s beautiful.  And precious.  Her sweet little voice, singing little made-up tunes, making up stories with her toys, all as though she is the only one present in her reality – as though she hasn’t a care in the world.  I watch her – listen to her – and as I do – I become just as “lost” as she is.  Children have that way of pulling us into their world.

And thank goodness for that because, let’s be honest, who of us really authentically enjoys the adult world? Continue reading “What Really Matters?”

That’s the main thought rolling through my mind today – at least the first half.  Having spent – wasted is a more accurate term – far too much of my day today trying to convince others that chemtrails exist – providing an awesome video of whistle-blowers that included scientists, doctors and pilots, only to be presented with system-based “scientific” bullshit all while dismissing my information, my inner voice spoke and said “why are you doing this to yourself??”.  So I deleted the thread (ah, the power of starting a conversation on social media – the option to delete the entire thread) and went on with the rest of my day.

But I still have to shake my head and wonder why most folks refuse to expand their concepts of reality – both in an inward and outward direction. Continue reading “You’ve Got To Be Kidding Me…”

Let me begin by saying I am uncomfortable using the term “starseed”.  It implies that I am somehow better than most other humans – that I am somehow more special.  Or needed.  However, I use the word nonetheless because for as long as I can remember in this particular incarnation in this particular physical vessel, I have felt like I belong somewhere else.  Even though I believe and feel I have lived many lifetimes on earth, I am in some way from another planet.  Over the years I have had the thought “Where I come from we don’t do that” – a thought I especially began to experience a couple of years back.  Just where is this “where?” Continue reading “Thoughts Of A Weary Starseed Human”

I love this famous quote from Forrest Gump, when Jenny is accusing Forrest of not really knowing what Love is and he turns, hands on his hips and says, “I may not be a smart man but I know what Love is.”

I view myself in much the same way.  I no longer fall for the “you must experience hate and fear and dark in order to know love” matrix speak. Wrong.  I know what love is.

I have been having dreams and visions of other-wordly Beings who show up and help out humanity.  Others have as well given the same intel on certain blogs I have been following.  Is any of this True?  Who knows.  I know the dreams and visions I have had feel very real and certainly the objects I have seen in the sky (of which I know some are of earth and others, not) are very real as well. Continue reading ““I Know What Love Is…””

Over the years, I have come to view karma and contracts as another extension of the control matrix.  While I believe thought creates, as do actions, and for the most part, what we put out to Life comes back to us, the notion that we must learn in order to evolve spiritually is a bunch of bunk.  Let me explain why. Continue reading “On Karma And Breaking “Contracts””