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Whatta we got today?

A bunch of comms.

A myriad of bread crumbs that, at this point, have created a bread that is fallen; it’s dry and crumbly, and personally, in moments like these, I think it needs to be tossed in the can.

We had the DC fireworks display on and had to mute it. The choice. of. music. My body kept cringing. Pick a note! I found a new sweet spot around here to watch the local show. Seems the spot my daughter and I had found and had been using the past 2 years was discovered. A far better experience, IMHO.

I don’t know, friends.

I feel let down.

I didn’t expect anything big.

But I wanted SOMETHING.

There was a lot of teasing this week about a new currency by today.

Grand revealings.

Tears.

Reunions.

NONE of it happened.

So yeah, I’m a bit disappointed.

At the very least, I want some financial relief.

You know?

Someone tried telling me tonight my thoughts are creating this b.s. And to focus only on God. Don’t give any attention to evil. Ignore it, and it goes away, essentially.

Oh really.

So the children who have been rescued created their personal nightmare. And the only reason they were rescued is that people, what, maybe gave it fucking attention?!

Some people these days – I. just. can’t.

Who here is done with such stupid in this Truman show?

Yeah.

Me too.

And one last thing about DC and the Freedom carrot dangling – I could not get into the spirit of today knowing DC is Israel-occupied. Not that I haven’t known this for a long time – but I thought by the 250th this would have been dealt with PUBLICLY.

And honestly, when have we ever truly, in the deepest, most pure sense of the word, EVER been free inside this place?

No surprise here.

We’ve seen this before:

This is what this entire reality does to humanity. Some get hit harder than others. The brain can heal. Just need more love and safety.

definite feeeeeeeeeeeeels with this one:

Leaving this day and this post with the best tweet of the day:

Weather forecasts show storms throughout next week.

Ryan Hall Ya’ll going live on 4th of July:

 LIVE – DESTRUCTIVE STORMS SLAM MID-ATLANTIC – LIVE CHASERS

LIVE CAPTURE FROM NYC from one of Ryan’s viewers on the ground – 5:15pm PST:

https://www.fox5dc.com/live-blog/news/fourth-july-2026-dc-america-250-fireworks-weather-updates

As of 7 p.m., the National Mall was evacuating, with attendees told to seek shelter due to nearby thunderstorms until the program could resume safely.

https://komonews.com/news/local/chelan-county-douglas-county-wildfire-alert-acres-wildfire-triggers-level-3-evacuations-and-major-response-near-us-97-chelan-hills-fire

And here, boys and girls, is a brief educational manual telling us way back in 1958 who is behind these “storms”:

And here is why there is so much poverty, judgment of one another (who have “less” or “more”), and division. Puppet master’s behind it all.

For me this has “return to REAL SPACE” and “soon they will see the stars” vibes:

Speaking of RICO:

Peaceful images time.

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After another wasted appointment with this local agency where things still are not moving, I lost it.

EVERY FUCKING THING I am doing to move on with my life is being blocked.

I put myself out into this fucking world and ask for some fucking love and God just to be SEEN because whatever is inside of me feels so god damn broken and worthless. I don’t even know why I AM STILL HERE IN IT.

I don’t.

I AM IN SO MUCH MENTAL ANGUISH.

Some people seem to have this luck. They put themselves out into this world (most of them are men, btw) – they say please help me – and WALA. People show up and help them. Time and time again.

I can’t do this anymore.

None of it.

It’s become more and more difficult to show up. To get out of bed. I have this giant hole in me. I’ve never. had. a. safe. relationship. Never had anyone truly have my back (not in the authentic way – no one showing up – I am an empty vessel who never had safe relationships growing up – I was either ignored, feelings and experiences constantly invalidated and dismissed by my parents and family).

I want to know what it feels like to be safe.

To know someone has my back. To know I can just fucking fall now and people will show up and help me get back up.

I am trying to do things that are hard enough for people who DON’T have this level of injury within my body and brain. It’s like I have opened up a little valve and wow – all of this rage and angst and ancient words are flowing out. “Put it in a safe container” I am told by “experts”.

There isn’t a container big enough.

I am losing my mind. I feel like all of that rage needs to be replaced by loving people – multiple versions of Jesus and Mary – showing up and just loving on me. Just holding me. Just listening to me.

HELP ME FIND FUNDS FOR SCHOOL.

HELP ME FIND A FUCKING HOUSE.

Jesus – SOMEONE has to have what I NEED.

Someone.

WHERE

ARE

YOU?!

I am very needy right now.

I don’t want to give up. But I want to give up.

Today sucked. Just flat out sucked. I also learned a friend of mine got kicked out of a church shelter – is in the hospital – has nowhere to go. She and her son. Victims of abuse. And the system? The system once again gives them the boot.

Because that’s the reality of life HERE. Not the reality of PURE LIFE but the reality of life HERE. So if you are in a peaceful living situation, safe, stable situation, count your f’ing blessings because some of us are not so lucky.

I saw this – YES, I thought. Y E S. But that something BIG that will HAPPEN better fucking positively impact my life and ALL of us who are broken, crushed drained, in debt up to our f’ing eyeballs (went to the store tonight – the price of meat jumped another $1.50/lb – I commented loudly on that – wish I could be a vegetarian but my body shrivles up unless I eat meat esp. beef regularly) and waving a million white flags saying ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH ALREADY.