My daughter went out to do a bit of shopping with her dad today.  It’s an area we go to now and then, although with eyes wide open as it’s pretty ghetto/big city with its urban decay.  Last time we were in the area was a few weeks ago.

When they arrived home, she quickly and quietly walked over to me, threw her arms around me.  I asked if she was ok to which she said, “just hold me, mama”.

Her dad explained how much worse it is in that part of town now.  In just the last couple of weeks.  How is this even possible, I think.  He said he saw more homeless.  More people with signs asking for money.  More RV’s parked alongside the road.  More sketchy people walking around hollering at no one in particular.  “We’re so blessed compared to others mom,” my girl said, still clinging on to me, adding she prayed for every one of them.

I just kind of took it all in and sat with it, even after she went inside, and her dad went on to do other things.  Earlier today I was thinking how fooled I was for so many years by some of these “entities” now being put on stage, in particular the “O” one.  I thought about how her selling out afforded her beautiful homes.  Cars.  If she really was taken care of in terms of justice, is that really enough?  I can only hope if there was any sort of a soul there, a consciousness, it was able to feel the effects of her decision to sell out and the unbelievable amount of harm created from that choice.  I thought about how much energy I gave her, watching her show almost every day for far too many years.  The book club I was a part of.  Even the letters of praise I wrote.  With this awakening, while I have looked with an open mind, one thing I didn’t do was look at that part:  how fooled I was.  How trusting.  I all but chastised myself (ok, I did).  How could I have not SEEN?

Because – I didn’t.

We’ve all been under their spell – literal spells.  Programming.  Frequencies.  And it f’ing hurts and enrages us – me – to know how fooled I was.  And yet I also know that it is easy to fool trusting, good people when you’re evil disguised as good.  The good-hearted, kind person simply cannot grasp that evil energy/program.  Because we aren’t evil.

So, kindness and compassion for thyself is necessary in order to heal from this nightmare we have been living under.

Which continues on as given what was experienced today.  The questions I have are:  Can I trust this plan is actually going to help bring an end to that nightmare?  Is there some frequency divine event incoming as we many of us feeeeeeel?  Are those actors on stage working for us?

I also question the concept of illusion – what really is an illusion other than something that isn’t fully “real” – that there is more there than our human mind and body can know/see.  As such, how do you destroy an illusion?  Not give it your attention?  Continue to focus on what you want to see?  Or a balance perhaps of SEEING with as much emotional detachment as possible and focusing on the frequency/energy/feeeeeeeeels of what we want, for turning the other way feels like sticking your head in the sand hoping you will see your utopia there.

Until I know for sure, I will never be naive enough ever. again. to give my full trust to any outside plan.

Trust and question.

So, while my girl prays, I continue to watch it all, hoping for the best in the truest sense of the term, trusting in myself in what I have seen, intended and felt for a very long time, and remaining open to the possibility that people like O, who so easily fooled us all, may still be the ones trying to fool us again.  Until I am able to take my girl anywhere I want while still in this city, the results of lies, corruption and flat out evil are still around.

💖

Victoria

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I went out to get some food tonight.  I was paused in front of the local sourdough bread rack.  I hesitated whether I should buy two loafs – the second being the chocolate sourdough.  (i know, right?!  YUM!)  Anyway, my budget only allowed for me to buy one so I opted for the regular sourdough.  As I contemplated my choice, out loud, an older gentleman overheard me and commented how that chocolate loaf would be nicely enhanced with a slab of butter.  “Real butter,” I added, smiling.  He nodded and began telling me a story about his mother, who lived well into her 90’s and attributed part of her long life to eating butter instead of margarines and other things filled with chemicals.

He had a twinkle in his eye and an obvious gift of gab, both which reminded me of Grandpa Don, who I have really been missing lately.  It was around this time 5 years ago we learned the cancer had spread and he had only a short time left.  That twinkle and love of a good conversation kept me at that bread rack longer than I intended.  But boy, did we have a very nice conversation – the best I’ve had around these parts in years.

As he spoke of the chemicals in our foods and in our environment, I used that as a chance to bring up RFK Jr and what he’s been saying lately about the toxins.  He smiled, looked up at the ceiling and reflected.

“I’m an old school democrat,” he said to which I quickly added “ah, a REAL democrat – back when the party was good”.  He nodded, smiled and continued.

“Robert has a very extensive background in environmental law so he knows his stuff.  But there’s something about him these days.  He’s….different.”

YES! I think, the thoughts beginning to really churn.  People are SEEING!  I wanted to say so much but instead chose to keep my deep woo woo stuff to myself.  I didn’t want to ruin the conversation I was already having, nor did I want to scare him away.  Instead I used it as a chance to ask him how he seemed different.

“He’s more radical these days,” he said.

“Almost unhinged?” I asked hesitantly.  He wasn’t quite certain.  “Well, the truth can be pretty radical,” I said.  He again nodded, smiling.

So, we began talking about things like the toxins in the environment, in our foods, The White Papers, UFOs and aliens and the government cover-up, the JFK Assassination, to which he said he had waited decades for the classified documents to be totally unsealed.

I smiled and said, “Well, I have a feeling those documents are going to be unsealed sooner than later.”  He was doubtful of that, but he still had that smile and twinkle in his eye as he expressed that doubt.

During this conversation, my daughter came and went.  He smiled at me and asked if I was teaching her these things, especially about the toxins.  “Absolutely,” I said, telling him we eat as clean as we can.  I also told him I teach her to think for herself and to question everything she is told, sees, reads, etc. – including what I teach her.

We parted shortly after that and as I told him how much I enjoyed our conversation and he said the same, he pointed at me, winked and said “You’re a good mom.  Keep it up.”

I touched my heart, thanked him.

I really needed to hear those words today.

I finished up my shopping and went to check out.  As I did, I noticed him stopped in another aisle, talking to another customer, same smile, same twinkle in his eye.

As I left, I felt a renewed sense of hope for humanity.

And all it took was one conversation in front of a rack of Sourdough bread one Friday evening.

💖

Victoria

(I will be sharing this on my buy me a coffee page for those who support me there.)