A letter to my Dad.

I might be going off the deep end here but re-watch the matrix… ok,feather (1) now what i am thinking is that when i break down all these names that have been happening through the generations here in America, i find common threads all over, so if we live in the matrix than it is a sort of string theory tying it all together.

Names in our family range from Robert, Amanda, and Franklin, to Makepeace, Submit, Appendix , Addendum, Randall, Thankful, Orange, Charity, Severance, Consider, Porter, Polly Esther (your kidding right?) Perry, Naddy… the list goes on and it is FUCKIN creative… a story tellers dream pit of fictional names.

The stories are funny because repetition is a bitch.  You know how many young men and women have lost their partners and children in this family?  Too many to mention.  It’s all been done before. SOO my methodical, logical, creative, imaginative, and analytical brain asks… well if all the signs are there that we have done this one way before, but the signs also say we were always trying to do something different, and handle things a different way, what is it we can do, in the here and now, with all that knowledge to do things so extremely and beneficially different that it is different than any time before with similar circumstance.

My answer is love.  My answer is to see the signs, and the connection, look through the bullshit and realize your divinity, your participation in making this bigger story possible.  Be content, astounded and amazed daily by it.  Giggle at the recognition.  Revel at the chance to change the future with this knowledge, pass it along as your heart feels fit.  That is what now is, all of us seeing that we have made this up forever, and now is a time to act and react differently than any time before.

I think the wisdom of the wise women was bestowed on me once, I am not sure where.  But they couldn’t pass it down in any other way, than the word through the vibration.There were pictures before there were letters, and when the letters took over, the pictures in their true meaning lost their importance, and so they sat sort of lost.  Until the vibration in their soul recognized their true meanings.  So is the story of all of time.  There have been powers desecrating the word, messing with it’s vibration for a very long time.  Civilizations  have been killed for it.  When once the story of time was passed from voice vibration, and picture, split faction.  The story changes but certain pivotal points remain as guide stones.  The rest is recognized through the heart and spoken through that spot in the mind.  We’ve put it in our water, all our old thoughts, we’ve sent our wishes and prayers to the sky, condensation from our own breath adding to the atmosphere.  We have drank from an unending stream of thought, action, contemplation, and history through the process of water of which our body is 98%.  We have DNA, which holds a whole other story of possibility and then the addition of circumstances, and experience.

But then we have our mind and body.  How they interact with one another and the world around us.  That feeling of sickness after being around some one who sucks the life force out of you…

We have the knowing something just isn’t right, or the “unintentional” injury which grounds us from an obligation or engagement for some reason.  There is always a reason.  I am here, because I remember.  I have done this ALL before.  SO have you, but you have to see it and feel it for yourself, so that is your responsibility if you chose to take it on. I have seen this for myself forever, I am here because this is it for me.  This is the time I GET IT.  This is the time, that I share all of what I know and throw caution to the wind, because this, this physical thing, is what it is, temporary, but this knowing inside of me goes on and one forever and ever amen.

So this is the beginning of  download you may or may not be aware of at this moment.  If you watch my videos you get my vibe.  I am your friendly grandmother, and your cool ant, and your best friend and your older sister.  I am here to encourage the enlightenment of others by seeing themselves for so much more than main stream allows them to be.   There are 13 tribal grandmothers in the world who carry the stories.  I think I may be one who carries on that lineage.

I am either so full of shit that i should have crap in my mouth at this moment, or there is a reason i have felt really odd and special my whole life, and why i have felt depressed and in need of information… but Dad, seriously, I AM HIGH on the fact that I know I don’t want to be anything more than me, and in my totality of ability, and these deep seated dream like desires we have are not pointless or with out reason, they are actually like a pirate map to the treasure.  Video game, Matrix, Synchronicity, Irony, Manipulation… on and on, basically we know what the secret codes are, but the computer playing against us sets up distractions from getting to the goal,so if you lost the guide book to the game, or the cheat sheet, you are left to your own perhaps incapable devices.  Most people when they talk about playing the game or the game plays you, are talking far more materially.  But this is more like the Spiritual game, and how to play it, is to first recognize you are playing it, that there is a game happening, and then you figure out who you are, and what roll you play and all the while you do this you build your artillery, and you move up the ranks and complete challenges, until you are at a place where you are in the final stage.  And all of the challenges are basically a cumulative of all the other levels, and you can sort of predict the behavior and know what to do, but that final, final level, is EVERYTHING ALL AT ONCE.  And it is sooo muther fucking overwhelming, more intense than any other end level challenge, because this is the FINALE, sooooo how do you respond?

With confidence, knowing, recognition, and perhaps after a couple of trial runs, a NEW strategy.

Think about it

Yeah, this is your daughter

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