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Crush

crush (v.)

mid-14c., “smash, shatter, break into fragments or small particles; force down and bruise by heavy weight,” also figuratively, “overpower, subdue,” from Old French cruissir (Modern French écraser), variant of croissir “to gnash (teeth), crash, smash, break,” which is perhaps from Frankish *krostjan “to gnash” (cognates: Gothic kriustan, Old Swedish krysta “to gnash”).

Figurative sense of “to humiliate, demoralize” is by c. 1600. Related: Crushedcrushing; crusher. Italian crosciare, Catalan cruxir, Spanish crujirare “to crack” are Germanic loan-words.

crush (n.)

1590s, “act of crushing, a violent collision or rushing together,” from crush (v.). Meaning “thick crowd” is from 1806. Sense of “person one is infatuated with” is first recorded 1884, U.S. slang; to have a crush on (someone) is by 1903.

 

According to etymology the use and context of the word “crush” is relatively new in relation to relationships.  When looking at the greater concept of the word, we see why “a crush” is called “a crush” at time in life when hormones are racing and our experience of ourselves and the world is limited.

We crush ourselves through our mental/ emotional states as we ponder and yearn, only to meet rejection perceived as devastation.

At thirty-eight and still single, I still get infatuation, however my ability to navigate the world and my own emotional reality allow me to avoid crushes.  I am too old for “crushes.” I know better.

This doesn’t stop me from occasionally roaming down Memory Lane as I rekindle those first rudimentary feelings of euphoria.  I think the older I get, the less euphoria I experience.  The thing about a “crush” when you are juvenile, is the newness of feeling in a multidimensional way that is beyond the norm. It messes with the psyche and the heart and the pattern of life before the feeling.  Life simply feels more full of tangible sensation when one is fixated on a beloved.

I guess these days, I get that through my animals, minus the sexual attraction.

In the past, a crush was always someone who caught my eye physically with traits I couldn’t identify.  That would be a starting point for finding the best parts of that person.  Unless they went out of their way to do me wrong, I would realize they “just weren’t that into me” and I would continue to love them from afar without expectation.  That is the best possible ending for a crush in my opinion… I could never imagine it working out; I am sure eventually I would be seen as intolerable.

As I get older, I wonder “Do single men my age even find me attractive superficially?  Will I always be one of those people you have to get a deeper feeling for, to appreciate?  Am I still as intimidating to people as I was proclaimed to be 10-20 years ago?”

I don’t know.  I don’t ask.  I am afraid of the honest answers in that realm, but I am dying to ask; at times I reserve myself out of the comfort of others.  It’s easier to be alone and not think about those things.  It’s easier to walk around naked in front of animals as I change from shower towel to everyday clothes.   I have no reason to think about my sexuality or what my relation to men has to with being naked or living life.  I’ve consciously and incrementally shut off a “valve” of sorts.

Today I caught the eye of one of the butchers at the grocery store.  He is a really nice looking fella.  When our eyes met, I just right-quick fixed my eyes forward as I continued my excursion except I slipped and I looked back, and he looked back at me.  I kind of close mouth smiled.  It was innocuous. It made me feel curious but not curious enough to make a fool of myself or visit the counter to pretend to be interested in items that I didn’t intend to buy in order to do something as cliche as look for a wedding ring on a butcher ( who probably wouldn’t be wearing a ring anyway, if he is at all up on safety protocol.)

At this age it’s easier just to abide by the fact that most people are taken, and I had to learn that the hard way… not the hardest way, but a hard way; Do nothing wrong but flirt with the wrong guy- get labeled a home wrecker.

Back in the day they would say if you were looking for a date- put two nice steaks and a bottle of wine in your grocery cart and wander around until you find someone you want to talk to.  I wonder if that worked for anyone.  Kinda sounds creepy to me.

I’ve attempted to follow up on body language with people who seem to be attracted to me… but it’s been a disaster and just like my attempts at flirting and the exploration of internet dating soooo very long ago, the results are not encouraging- I’ve given up, on following up.

This is a great topic for me to write about ad nauseam  because it’s one of those things I just stuff down into the crawl space of life experiences and I use my age to avoid examining it or going back to the worst parts of being crushed.   I am sure I am not the only one.

The Sacred Flame and The Hearth

Once upon a time our hearts were actually inside of ourselves.  Now you may say, “Our hearts ARE inside of ourselves.”  And you would be only partially correct.

We do have our internal, biological hearts and we must- in order to live this physical, biological life.  However, our heart, isn’t just some blood pumping organ and it wouldn’t be immortalized so poetically if that was it’s only purpose.

The heart is the cross roads of the body and the spirit that lives within the body, pumping life force miles a day through the blood.

“The Sacred Heart”

“Bless Your Heart”

“Home is Where the Heart is.”

“Heartfelt”

“Hearth”

There is an undeniable feeling when something “hits you in the heart”  or perhaps you feel “heart sick”.

Over time these emotional connotations calcify into biological dis-ease/discomfort/ illness.  The ability to transform becomes the chaotic output we experience as dissonance.  Healing is eliminated to the unseen end of a broad spectrum.  Life becomes cold, the hearth is empty or piled with coal.

You can say you “love” all day.  But where is your spark?  Do you even acknowledge your Hearth? Do you know your Sacred Flame?

The Hearth is the the middle ground cross road.  The Sacred Heart/ Flame is the inner eye, yet another cross roads of perceptions- leading further north the the crown which acts as a beacon to the Ever After and All That Is.

“To be woke” doesn’t mean to be falling head over heals in MDMA love over everything.  Nor does it mean to be knee deep in historical controversy without any attachment to Source/Spirit.

You become a different sort of conduit of perception when you are woke, because your heart helps process the mind with assistance through Spirit.  The entire biological and spiritual mental systems attach to the greater All as it aggregates information that seeks to know Truth.

That is it.

Truth has proven that it has been divided.  Truth has shown how that division has expressed itself on the micro and Macro.  We represent all of it from top to bottom, free will is each of us choosing a direction; simply put acknowledge the hearts and cross roads and act on the high road, or not.  Maybe there will be another time for you to re-evaluate in the future?

What is the cross road?  Left. Right.  Forward.

What determines outcome?  Intention.  Perspective. Adaptability.

There is no “One” cross road.  We encounter them daily to some degree.

Choose wisely.  Listen to your Hearts.

 

 

 

Tartaria

The walls were fortress’.  The arches were acoustic accouterments that swirled cells, existing as portals from one world to another.  Each room an infinite expanse of healing in balance of light and shadow.

The colorful windows served to display the various vibrations that emanate from colored light.  The steeples reached toward Heaven, and the exchange of energy between those points, transformed the ever existent Source illumination.

Source Illumination isn’t just a “light”. Or an “idea” – It is the electricity that powered our world and animated our Spirit.

They knew the priceless nature of Infinite Energy.

Where once we built physical structure to connect, the wiping of our history requires we reflect and remember, only to realize that we are being refined as those points of light. Those Cosmic Connections.  Star Children. Descendants of Tartaria.

The choice now- is to augment inorganically, or to organically augment.  They are not the same.  We’ve had the tools all along.  Thankfully there are those that still remember.

#Tartaria #StarCities #OrganicTechnology #Spirit

Experimental Story part 1

She walked inside the liquor store and headed to the whiskey section, knowing it was going to be a rough night of transmutations.  The bodies had been building up around the liquor store proximity,  and no one was willing to help with their transition.

“They don’t call them Spirits, for nothing.” She mumbled to herself as she grabbed a bottle of Jameson off the shelf and headed to the register.

What the Living were unable to see, was the portal the liquor store was built upon.  No, it wasn’t an ancient burial site or a lay line per say- It was an artificial portal with a contract for operation, and that contract was nearing it’s end, which made it amplify it’s effect for a long range- like that final electrical release that happens from a faulty conduit.  The last blast was bound to shock the neighborhoods within a three mile range on every side.

Years previously, when the liquor store was mearly a small local bar, there were human volunteers that acted as a release valve for possible misfortune and violence, but most of them had ended up dying of consumption or what might be seen as insanity. Many generations passed and no one seemed willing or knowledgeable enough to pick up the Transmutation Torch.

She had no idea how she fell into this gig and surmised it was vicinity and convenience. She didn’t realize how on point she was with this assumption. She had the innate skills and was willing but ignorant.  No one approached her about it, everything just sort of fell into place and before she knew it- she had become a local representative of transmissions between life and death and communication with these Spirits.  She was more than a release valve, she was a kind of  compassionate but reckless reaper.

As she walked home with the bottle tucked beneath her jacket, she was given the transmission that this is a job few qualify for; that it was her philosophy that “Everything is temporary” that convinced the Soul Council to recommend  and essentially assign her to this hard to articulate task.  She had also previously set a strong energetic protection boundary around her, and this was rare, but an essential upgrade from previous Transmutators.   They knew that she had the muster to take on the amplification through the transmutation process, She came from a resilient line.  Of course it was all quite a bit of a risk, because she was also seen as impulsive.   To Soul Council Majority, She was a risk worth taking.

As She walked through the door She contemplated what this would mean in the long run.  She knew there was a reason they called it Spirits and Poison; the reason the medical community called it a depressant or addictive.  She knew.  That was another reason she was the perfect candidate.  They admired her awareness of herself and of things seen beyond the normal spectrum.  This Spirit situation needed to be regulated before it exploded.

Have you ever read a Portal Contract before?  They are lengthy, full of stipulations and very fine print.  They are tiresome to read and edit, and even more tiresome to try and comprehend.  It takes a Portal Contract Specialist to mind these matters, and those are also a dying breed.

The Spirit game has really changed over the last decade or so. Used more as a source of entertainment than their actual function of Soul Transport and Evolution.  Doesn’t that seem to be the case with so many things these days?

There were just so many reasons She was the perfect replacement for a job no one wanted.

No one asked if She was willing or able. She didn’t really have a say in the matter.  Like any job she was allowed “vacations” or breaks- but honestly it was going to be like Black Friday for her for several years.  The longest anyone had lasted was a year, but the pool of willing Transmutation Correspondents was a lot bigger then.  At one point people were literally lining up for the job- most were dispelled quickly as they were easily distracted from the job at hand, using it as a free bar tab.  Turn over could be high, but if one stuck, they could be there for five years tops.   A stipulation of the contract was duration for Transmutation.

It’s a well known fact that Spirit Transmutation is one of the hardest jobs a living human can have.  There is a constant bombardment of frequencies, and random variation from external output which can define the outcome and put extra pressure on the physical human meat suit.

One might ask why a Higher Spirit isn’t given the job; it’s because the job is a boot camp for initiation to Higher Spirit and the job requires previously mentioned meat suit.  She certainly didn’t know this when the transmissions started flowing in a few months before the confirmation transmission was sent.

Imagine a rather ordinary thirty something woman with what could be seen as a problem with consumption.  Imagine that same woman is met with a job that would require that she continue her consumption.  Now some may call that a demon, and that is what the Spirits do… but imagine that is only half of the story.

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“The blood that runs through these veins have seen unrecorded history.  It’s felt the damage of life times ravaged through experience.  It’s run across the land like a river taking parts of the landscape with it. It’s left parts and parcels of it’s mineral content in the wake of its flow.  It’s been absorbed back into the Earth like it should, only to assist in nourishment for the local surroundings creating a vibration that resonates for miles. She gives and she takes in perfect balance.”

There was no rational or discernible reason for these words to flow into her mind in this moment, but they did. She found herself inspired and confused.  What did it mean? She tried to slough it off as a last remaining mental by product of her moon cycle, finding its slow transition outward and down to be flushed back into the eternal life recycle we call Local Water Purification.

“If only they knew.” She outwardly commented to no one as she discarded the blood stained tissue into the toilet and watched as it swirled away.

The Soul Council had noticed these mental behaviors in her.  A sort of appreciation for the mundane yet macabre.  She was able to see beyond the 3D layers, and interpret the meaning of the symbols embedded into everyday life. The Soul Council had found, over time, that this capacity was necessary to the job, but a skill few had.  To make matters worse those who did have it, essentially lived in denial and found themselves reluctant when encouraged to entertain the notion, much less the actual experimentation of an essential element that made up their being.

Portions of the Soul Council thought that the program should be all together ignored; they argued that there was a reason no one was qualified nor wanted the job. Nothing in the contract said that position had to be filled. Their suggestion was to let the Portal Contract run it’s course, as chaotic as it may be, and sort out the rest later.  In the mean time find a top notch Portal Contract Negotiator that would be able to align contracts for any mess that may be made in the mean time.

The majority of the Soul Council argued that it would be unethical to abandon the station if they were aware of a candidate that could fulfill more than the basic requirements, and that the contract was Soul related, so  the initiated had no choice but to at least man the position until the term ended or they failed… whatever came first.  And that was the sad nature of it.  The candidates historically and consistently failed before their term was met.

Those few in the Soul Council who would rather abandon the project, coincidentally, were the newest and youngest members on the board.   The Elders in favor of this new solution felt that their experience with this situation was keeping in the alignment of the soon to be void Contract.

And all the while these distinctive and life changing Soul Council Conversations occur on the outskirts of awareness… this strange 30 something year old woman keeps plugging along daily- completely unaware that she is about to be employed by Spirit full time with no discernible vacation, no discernible benefits, no advertised severance package and no unemployment safety net if everything goes to hell in a hand-basket.  It wasn’t even a “paid” position, per say… it was more akin to an unpaid internship.  It may seem crude, but Soul Councils aren’t even known for “thank you” cards when a human helps them reach a solution.

In modern terms, you may say that “This bitch that lives down the street from the liquor store, is about to get shook by Spirits she never even knew existed so close to her proximity.  She’s got a job she didn’t know she applied for, and things are going to get weird.”

 

 

Everything Leading to the Apex

The vibration of the soul, and the blood combined brings forth our flesh, in this spiritual contract we manifest in form, the features of history within us.

It’s true that they are attempting to kill off certain bloodlines.  To suppress certain peoples.  Those peoples feel the Truth in their own life blood.  It’s required that they meet a certain range in vibration in order to be activated.

There are many yet to activated and they are being drawn in various directions in order to harvest the life force they have left while being blind to their own brilliance.

In actuality the frequency and vibration is killing off those who seek to kill off the “Natural Light.”

This is where we meet the trans-human agenda.  The desire for clones and all around trans-formative manipulation geared toward infinite longevity.

Those of Natural Light in Creation know the Truth.  It was contract as such.  We don’t need modern technology to utilize it, once we remember it exists.

The best thing technology gave us, was the ability to reconnect instantly.  The result is an archive of shared remembrance.  If this medium goes away, know that your heart has an internal voice that needs no words to speak.  You have internal eyes that see beyond your dreams.  You have a gut that brings awareness to things that are amiss.

We are already full operating systems that have to remember how to get back to the home feed- alone. That is Heaven, or Infinity.   The journey is singular at your own pace until it isn’t.

If you have been feeling something is amiss; it has been.  If you feel a strange shift; it’s shifting.  If you feel a calling for Higher Truth; follow it.

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Welcome to Perfect Timing

No one gets very far when they find themselves battling in the middle of the road. It isn’t until everyone is severely injured that those who can, will trudge forward. Our spirit does this on the daily, and yet we perpetuate it in physical reality through perpetual discord; showing a total disregard for common connection. This is true ignorance and insanity. Today that battle ends..

 

Welcome to the debut of the Perfect Timing Foundation. Perfect Timing isn’t a charity or a 501c3 non-profit.   It’s just, Perfect Timing always has an unseen Foundation that it is built upon.

Perfect Timing is a thing that Past Me grabbed for a Time yet to be determined.  And tonight Future/ Present Me/I want to welcome it to the collective experience.

What determines Perfect Timing?  Perhaps it is just the moment we are aware enough to know that every moment is perfect even at its most poetically tragic.  Perhaps it’s just a brief part of a sunset or the moment we fall in love.  We name a Mountain a mountain in order to determine it’s lack of resemblance to what we call a Valley or the Plains.  Just as an Ocean and a Stream, are not the same, they are all filled with water that exists in various states of development and health.

Today, is the perfect day.  Even if it may not have been perceived by all.  Something unexplained broke loose and it was experienced first hand, fully embracing the awareness of its existence.  This awareness has crept out of the collective at times before, but like an animal who feels threatened at a presence it can’t see, goes on guard, becoming reactive in defense, further retreating until it is bold enough again to step out, or test the waters.

A barrier of defense was lifted tonight.  Deeper levels of trust were settled.  We are seeing who is in the Alliance and who is against it from the MACRO to the micro.  Intrigue is in the air, and it all depends on our reactions.

Tonight is the beginning of the end of petty quarrels.  Tonight is the night we begin reparations by means of bold transparency and honesty.   Who feels this Perfect Timing?  Who has been ready for it?

Breathe in Tomorrow.   Breath out Tomorrow.  When the insanity of division meets you with conflict, keep your truth and battle by the guidance of your heart for the heart is in direct connection to the soul.  The soulless no longer have a chance.

This is going to be intimidating but fun.  May Perfect Timing, BEGIN!

Madge Midgely-Alessandro Muresu: un nuovo episodio

I really could not write this out better, so I will leave you to the words and translations of Alessandro Mureso, my galactic collaborator and dream come true. Here we share with you that connections transcend time and space into the Infinite.

Alessandro Muresu's avatar-my lost tapes

Senza lungaggini, poco fa ho fatto una selezione di 9 delle avventurose tracce che Mandie ed io abbiamo creato negli ultimi 30-40 giorni e le ho caricate sulla mia pagina Bandcamp. Mancano i successivi 25 minuti della già esauriente (21 minuti e 30 sec) 173, perciò mi prendo la libertà di integrare la seconda parte verso la fine della settimana. Nel mentre sto cucendo gli ultimi dettagli del mio lunghissimo OAMWTHIHS, che a questo punto diventa il mio titolo numero 16 del 2018.

Il link per ascoltarci è questo qua:

https://alessandromuresu.bandcamp.com/album/madge-midgely-alessandro-muresu

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Buffer Zone part 1

Listen, I’m no one and that is a good thing.  You don’t “need” to know me.

I’m like a log, or a well established area of moss.   This isn’t about me.  It’s about you, and me, and “this” and then how you process that information for the forward trajectory while trudging forward.

I think it sounds pretty basic, but I hear that there is some unperceived complexity that exists that is unseen by veterans; and  some of these newbs are really throwing an unexpected glitch into the game.  The  realistic nature of this conflict is unavoidable, so I am sure life is going to get even more complicated and interesting. I just attempt to keep the balance.

Seems like a crazy task when the table has one leg, but the memo said “This is your job.”   So what was I going to do?  Not show up?  Nah, man.  I knew shit was going to get weird. Instinctively I wore cargo shorts.     I had to face the fact the next journey was all about storage and flexibility.

Pocket 1:  Eight Energy/ Nutrition Bars. One Emergen-C   6 Peanut butter and Chocolate Naked Bars(my favorite.)  Two random bars no one wants. One packet of grapefruit Emergen-C.   (Label pocket #1 Delicious Last Resort.)

Pocket 2:  Two used paper towels; strip club match book, coupon for store brand *ish*, a clump of tissue discarded,( unused but crumpled tissues  from Grammy and half of one peanut butter and cheese cracker/  (Label pocket #2 Worst Case Scenario.)

Pocket 3: Dead phone.  (Label pocket #3 Death.)

*Reassure yourself of the four spare pockets and rename Pocket 4:Hope, immediately name Pocket #5 “Resilience.” Transition some contents from previous pockets to new homes.

Find a good hiding place for your whole body  and rest for the night.  Tomorrow, has a plan to kick your ass in a prompt and swift way.  You are going to have to be smart in your execution… and yeah, something may die. Hopefully it is your/my bad attitude.

Cura Te Ipsum

“Cura Te Ipsum”- Latin for “Heal Thyself.”

What does it actually mean, does it require a physician, or a professional and is it possible to do in this damaged world?

In this “New Age” there are plenty of people claiming to be healers. There are a variety of modalities that these healers use to get desired results.  Most practitioners are led or drawn to a specific modality at first and may add more to their repertoire over time as it appears no one modality covers all of the healing bases.

Why would that be?

What if I were to tell you that you don’t need a physician, you don’t need an outside healer- all you need is yourself and some patience?  What if I were to theorize to you, that these modalities are only a fraction of the whole being, initiated by an outside source which is a fraction of the whole, and that it is you alone- yourself; that is the only thing needed as a representation of the totality of the whole and the only one who needs to be present in initiating the healing?

I may be worrying some practitioners out there; afraid I might put them out of a job.

I find healing to be problematic as a “job” that works within the exchange of money or career; for healing is the most free gift we are given in physicality. It is so free, in fact, that it isn’t “second nature”, it’s just Natural.  Source energy is abundant, and healing is the most natural function of the body.  They key, is to figure out how to connect to that energy yourself, and bring it into you.   (Note, this doesn’t equal living forever, it correlates to longevity and mitigation of problematic symptoms while expanding awareness to cause an effect beyond the physical level.)

You can choose to take an hour and $50.00 out of your day to allow someone else to initiate the healing, or you can learn how to do it yourself and commit to taking an hour out of your day to do it.  You can also hone in on when you need it most; essentially adding a new tool to your personal rejuvenation routine.
Let’s look at some etymology before we settle down into learning how to make this connection.  I want to look at the etymology because it tells us where these words began to take meaning, their early definitions may be quite distorted from their modern common usage.   I find that getting to the root of all things, makes the view much clearer.

Let’s start with the word “physician.”  In today’s world, if asked what the word means, most would answer with “doctor.”  However when we look at the etymology of “physician” it leads us back to the early thirteenth century “fisicien” “healer or medical practitioner.”   Twelfth Century Modern French “physicien” originates from “fisique”  meaning “art of healing.”

Here we can see that a doctor is indeed a type of physician, just as a Reiki healer is also a physician.   This brings me to the phrase “Physician Heal Thyself.”

If you focus on healing, you are the physician.  And you should work on yourself, before you work on others.  But working on oneself is a life time task, so why are physicians working on other people when they have plenty on their own plate?  How has the exchange of an abundant, ever infinite energy being co-opted for money?  Strange right?

Let’s look at the etymology of the verb “heal”,  Old English  hælan”, literally means “cure; save; make whole, and well.”  We all have the power to heal, some of us heal faster than others given the condition.  The truth of the matter: you are the physician, you know the ailments better than anyone, and only you can bring yourself back into wholeness by directly accessing the Greater Wholeness.

Now when we reexamine the phrase “Physician Heal Thyself”, we can see it with new eyes.  It’s no longer an axiom left for doctors and surgeons- quite the opposite in fact; it leaves room for anyone interested in the art of healing themselves, personally.

You must be getting anxious now to get to the meat of the matter, but before we get there we need to take some time to discuss the reality of “Mind over Matter.”

New Age/ Modality healers are in awareness of vibrations, and that everything, every person, and every emotion exists on a vibrational plane.  Some of these vibrations are more noticeable than others; for instance, it can feel like an obvious vibration shift when someone walks into a room with an exceptionally high or low emotional state.  These things can be felt before they are ever seen.

(Anecdotally- I am incredibly sensitive to “dramatic” vibrations.  I can feel them coming from miles away.  This ability to perceive has kept my life fairly drama-free for well over a decade.)

If drama, or a bad attitude can bring forth a perceivable vibration, why wouldn’t disease do the same thing? And in turn, why wouldn’t healing be a vibration of it’s own.  Furthermore, if we can work ourselves into disease, why wouldn’t we be able to work ourselves out of it?

Modern context of the word “disease” would often be seen as something fatal, congenital, or incurable.  Perhaps even uncontrollable- a death sentence.

Early context of the word “disease”  meant dis-ease- “discomfort,inconvenience, distress, trouble.”  Nothing in the earlier meanings signifies a death sentence or something irreparable.

So, if you don’t need a doctor, or a healer outside of yourself, and disease is purely an inconvenient discomfort, everything sounds far more manageable than the stress that can arise from having to go in for your yearly physical.

Our modern world has weaponized words in order to create a fearful/stressful vibration; these vibrations are destructive to the many layers of vibrations that we exist within mentally, spiritually and physically.  When we are able to wrap our minds around ourselves as a whole existing within a whole, with infinite connection to the Whole- we can then wrap our minds around our own abilities within that great company.

Let’s look at misconceptions about healing.

  1. Healing takes a long time.

It would be more correct to say that “Healing is an ongoing process.”  Nothing stays in stasis for too long.  In a vibrational reality, we are constantly oscillating between the high and low vibrations.  Most of us stay within a personal standard range, at times being pulled higher than normal, or sinking lower than normal.  This can be caused by our environment and surrounding company, it can also be directed in a psychic sense.  I should add that there is also the frequency that is emanated by the Whole of Source, which allows all of humanity to shift into new frequencies as the world evolves.   Make note, the Whole Frequency is what we will be tuning into for healing because it holds all frequencies, so it holds the problem and the solution.  Lucky for you, you were born attached to All That Is And Will Ever Be.

Now, what about that little condition you want to heal?  Is that going to take a long time?  It depends.  Jack and Jill could both get a paper cut.  Jack might naturally heal in a day, and Jill could bleed to death because she has anemia and her blood doesn’t clot.  Yet when we become aware of using the Whole Frequency, the playing field is even.  As you attune to the Whole Frequency, you will get better at using it and the stronger it will come to you when you choose to spend time with it.

2. “There is no cure for….”

Within the Whole, there is a cure for everything.  You need not even believe in it, as much as you need to take the time to explore it.  That’s it.  You can do this being a skeptic, however you will never think it works, if you never try.

“So, if I can do this as a skeptic, what do I need in order to do this?”

Simply put-  You need yourself and the intention.  That is it.  You have to intend to heal.  You have to want that for yourself enough to take the time to do a rather easy and relaxing process.   If you are good at mental visualization it will be even easier to do.  Time is of the essence.  How often do we make excuses not to do, what we would actually like to do?  Probably more often than we would like to admit.  Just give yourself permission to take the time, honestly that will be the biggest hurdle.

Now, before we go any further, I need to make a disclaimer that this theorized technique isn’t going to spring my 91 year old grandma into youthfulness, or even make her immortal.  We each have a clock/contract for our time here on Earth and the relationship that you have to your clock/contract and the Whole Frequency is incredibly personal.  This will not save everyone from Deaths door, but it can assist in making the transition easier on the current physical self and those who care for your welfare.

Full disclosure, I am not a medical professional nor am I certified in any New Age healing modalities.  I was born knowing that we were able to heal ourselves, and the drive to learn more about that was catalyzed by the death of my mother when I was four years old.  She was twenty six and died of Ovarian Cancer.  I grew up with a mission to figure out Mind Over Matter, and the key to healing ourselves without outside assistance.

Some of the techniques I use are very similar to guided meditations.  Guided meditations can be hard for certain people to get into because they don’t resonate with the imagery being presented. The awesome thing about Whole Frequency, is when you choose play with it, you have the ability to modify it to your own need while using your own catalog of imagery to assist you in the process.

Healing is an incredibly personal thing.  Think about the people who try to hide their illness out of embarrassment or being seen as weak.  Imagine a healing regimen that you can do everyday as therapy or maintenance that will cost you nothing more than time out of your day.  A personal time dedicated to self care that requires little movement and can be done while laying down or sitting at a desk.

Could it be true?

Based on my own experiences, I think so.

My story starts before I was born.  My mother’s father was raised as a Christian Scientist.  Christian Scientists do not subscribe to Western Medicine and are of the staunch belief that if you were meant to be healed, God would heal you by faith alone.  My grandfather would loosen up on his beliefs as an adult but I believe he still held on to CS faith.  Further back in our linage his family can be traced back to Druidic occultism.  You may say my destiny to explore these ideas is clearly archived in my DNA and all it would take  to trigger my curiosity, would be experiencing the death of my mother at a young age, catalyzing the journey that would lead me to write this information that needs to be shared.

At a very young age I was picking up on the vibrations that people emanated out of a survival instinct.  It was much to my benefit to know when to tread lightly, and when there was much being said but not through words.

I come from a family of “bottlers”- people who stuff their emotions down, left to ferment until it explodes.  As a communicator, this never sat well with me; this discontent would serve me in my exploration on healing, because we must enter healing with a full honesty with ourselves.  It can be easier to be honest with ourselves, than it is to be honest with a doctor.

“How many cigarettes do you smoke a day.” – Uhhh, I would rather not say…  “only three.”

We go to doctors, hoping they can heal us, and yet they don’t have all the “information”, nor do they have all the Information.   You, on the other hand, DO have all the information/ Information, inside of yourself.  With only a fraction of the information, you only get a fraction of the potential healing/ insight. When we are honest with ourselves, and we consider all of our personal information, we allow a gateway to open that will intuitively guide us to multidimensional healing.

When we choose to seek medical attention we choose to allow our will to be manipulated by a soul influence outside of ourselves.  We decide to give our own power to another person with a degree.  At the same time, when we do that we kick in a certain amount of a placebo effect.   If you believe doctors heal, and you rely on them, the moment you call that office for an appointment, your white blood cells kick into high gear in at tempt to crush invaders.

Why does this happen?  Is it because we are ashamed to be weak, so we must try and heal before the dictator of illness casts their diagnosis?  Or, is because we are so powerful with potential, but no one told us how to harness and direct that potential?

I don’t know, but I think we can go on a fun exploration on that premise alone.

My first experience with healing would happen when I was approximately fifteen years old while at church camp.  I was well known for having strong hands, but a delicate touch as I would give hand and back massages to anyone who asked politely.  I simply love making people feel better and I am naturally attuned to touch specifically for that purpose.

Sometime mid week during the camp, one of the boys on my devotional team approached me and said, “My mom has had to be in traction for her neck a few hours everyday for over a year.  She really can’t move her head left or right.  Would you be willing to rub her neck and back?”

“Of course!”  I said, and I went over and rubbed her head, neck, shoulders and back for about a half hour, after which to my surprise, she started crying because she could finally move her head from side to side again.

I was shocked, and pleased.  This was the first time I saw massage as something more powerful than just a nice feeling.  I saw it akin to laying on of hands.  That there was a potent mystery emitting from my extremities.

I would continue to massage friends through high school as I searched for literature that would help me understand the actual elements at work during healing.   This is when I was exposed to the work of Barbara Brennan and her book Hands of Light.  I was most impressed with Brennan’s work because she moved from working in astrophysics with NASA, to teaching her own healing modality.  I admired the presentation because she was able to explain the frequencies of healing in a way that I could understand.

One of the things she stated in the book was, whether the healer was a Christian Faith Healer; a Reiki practitioner,  Wicca healer, or anyone else with the intention to initiate healing on others-  the frequency emitting from their hands was all the same across the board.  Belief system played no influence on the frequency when it was tested with various subjects.

The curiosity on this topic led me to enroll in Massage Therapy School at the age of nineteen.   Somewhat ignorant of the world, I found myself in the San Francisco Bay Area for school.

I’m going to be honest; once enrolled in massage school, it wasn’t resonating with me.  I could sense a major conflict of internal politics and the schools motto.  I found it awkward to get almost naked with class members for practice.  Once we began clinic practice I had a situation with a client that would ultimately catalyze my decision to drop out.

There wasn’t anything incredibly out of the ordinary with this client other than they were a ball of chaotic, angry energy.  (Yeah, no wonder she wanted a cheap massage.)  The school hadn’t really focused much on “grounding” ones energy, and since I had never had any problems before, I didn’t expect what happened next.

About twenty minutes into the massage, I passed out.  I noticed the tunnel vision setting in, and I eased my way to floor and blacked out for a couple of minutes.  Needless to say, that woman actually felt really bad about me passing out, when I really expected her to complain.  What I came to realize later, is that I had sucked some of that negative energy out of her and taken it into myself, and because I wasn’t grounded or connected to Whole Frequency, it knocked me down and out- it had no where else to go, I was a closed circuit.

I became hesitant to touch strangers after that, occasionally I would give it a chance; I quickly came to realize that not everyone wants an innocent massage which sealed the deal for me.  I would be very discretionary about energy exchange, and would only move forward with it if I knew the person well enough to gauge their energy at the time I was asked to work on them.  I began setting the boundaries for energy work that leads me to today.

Therapeutic touch is a real thing, and I am sure I could use some- however I am very, very wary of other people touching me, especially self proclaimed, certified healers.  You may wonder why?  I do not trust that other healers are always in the right space to be doing the work, just like I was unprepared to black out during that clinic.   When a person turns healing into a “job” or a means of employment, they are “on schedule.”  A practitioner may wake up one day and not being feeling well themselves, but they still have to show up and honor the appointment, if they don’t they can seem flaky.  As a client, you trust your practitioner to be right with themselves and the Whole, so they can channel that healing.  This is where we may see flaws in the healing we expect or desire.

Think of a game of telephone, where you whisper a phrase to the person next to you and then they pass it down the line to the next person.  Even by the second person, the message can get distorted.  By the time you reach the feed back loop the message has degraded significantly.  This is how I liken outside healers.  They have their own thing going on.  They have their own focus and intention.  They can think they are channeling Full Source Full Spectrum, but they aren’t.  You can compare this to having to use an adapter to plug a three prong plug into into a two hole outlet.   That adapter creates a slight disruption in the flow of energy as well as decrease in the amperage moving out ward, which actually causes a requirement of more energy to try and push through as a compensation.  The more adapters we put in between the source and the input, the more we degrade that frequency.

This is another reason I refuse to engage in Community Energy Shares.  If you have no idea what is going on in there, you can walk away drained or overly energized.  Community Energy Shares are a great place for energetic vampires to suck the energy out of unsuspecting people.  So let’s cut out the middle man, right?

Over the years I would continue to read literature about healing and frequency.  Often times these revelations of things  would come as intuitive insights, not gleaned from books or other healers.  I very much backed away from involvement in healing communities, though many of my friends have paid healing practices.  I don’t believe I have expressed to any of them how I feel about the matter, and no one has ever asked me directly why I never participate when invited to classes, certification courses and energy shares.

I have one friend that I did a couple of trades with, for art.  She offered Reiki as the trade.  I never took her up on the Reiki, instead I gifted the sessions to people with a strong interest in checking it out.  My friend never asked me why I didn’t take a session for myself, I suppose if she would have asked I would have told her the philosophy I have been developing from my personal experience.

For some reason, I don’t think my healing friends will appreciate this writing for the aforementioned reason that it might cut into their business.  I would like to express that I would hope that wouldn’t be the case, but one never knows.  If we take a new perspective on it, the more of us that learn to heal ourselves and share of those techniques freely, the more we will be able to open ourselves up for even more extraordinary exploration of ourselves, the world and the layered cake of frequency that holds it all together.

Imagine self healing becoming a daily routine like brushing your teeth, or tying your shoes.   Something that becomes such a second nature that you don’t have to think very hard about it, you simply have to take the time to do it.  A tool that you can share with your children at a young age, when they are already receptive to the multidimensional world.  It wouldn’t just be life changing, it would be world changing.

Now, what would happen to all those paid healers, who ultimately self define as a healer and put themselves into that box as a career?  They get the freedom to explore new ways of utilizing their energy; as they tap into the Whole Frequency, their eyes see opportunity in new ways, and the definition of “making a living” or having a “job” changes shape and quality.

Perhaps in the next instillation we will  go to : “Let us discuss Whole Frequency in terms of light.”

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Know Them

I walked into the square, where the people were divided on either side.  Malice in their eyes as they stared across at their supposed adversaries.

We were called to a meeting of the collective, which meant a period where separation was put on the back burner and we gathered together despite disagreement or dissent.

These meetings are not common, though it seems these day they are on the rise.   We are only called when the motion will impact both communities.  Basically, it’s a debrief that the rules have changed, and if we choose to ignore the memo, consequence is dire.

I’ve been attending these meetings for approximately 100 life times.  I’ve attended at every age and in every state of mind.  I’ve changed sides more than once, only to end up where I began.   Every time a meeting is called, I arrive with a hope that this is the last one in this dimension.

There was a sincere sense of anticipation and agitation among the crowd.  The collective air was akin to rousing a person from a deep sleep in the early morning, maybe only hours after they had settled in to rest.

I’d been up for hours, and so my desire to move it all along was evident in my opinion.

This messages representative was a mixture of child-like and foreboding.  Like a giant baby that could crush you with a look of innocence, or literally kill you by stepping upon your tiny little head.  I knew that they sent these type of representatives to create a new layer upon the other layer.  Of course a giant baby will create cognitive dissonance, but a Giant Baby that CAN AND MIGHT DESTROY YOU, just created a new richness to the mental conundrum already presenting itself.

In my head, I thought ” what the hell is it today?”

The giant baby took to the middle of the square and gave a little giant cough.  It adjusted itself.  The pupils in it’s eyes went to constrict into tiny dots and then immediately readjusted to dilation, a large dilation taking up nearly all the color of the iris.

Of course I saw how cartoonish it all looked, but I couldn’t look away.  Those large pupils drew me in and I was ready for the most current updates and messages about my evolving community, these downloads always proved to be detrimental.  In no way could I expect to hear what came as our update.

“Free Will and Free Manipulation are in Full Effect.  If you choose to pursue provocation in Free Will, you accept the contract of Manipulation and the playing field is leveled.  You can choose to play or sit on the sidelines.  All energy counts. Intentions can be doubled, tripled or quadrupled depending on Manipulation and Will in tandem.  The stakes are increased for those who are not in tandem. This is the final game, the final rounds. May the strongest survive to share their stories and technique.   Until we meet again, The Evolution has begun.”

My brain and heart were in full blast.  I don’t know why I hadn’t considered this possibility but, I skimmed over it because that is how impossible it seemed.  I looked into the eyes of those around me, and those across the square.  Would I play the game or would I play observer on the sidelines?  Could I play both roles?  Shit.  Could I play ALL of the roles?   Only time would tell,  and by the look of growing panic I was sure that my need to decide would be initiated in three… two… one…

The square would be the initial zone of destruction. Friends and neighbors began to turn on one another. I knew that the only way to survive, was to escape and let them destroy themselves.  I needed supplies and a place of retreat in order to continue the observation.

It was obvious to me that I didn’t need weapons.  This was a battle of the mind and the heart.  I snatched up some food stuffs and bedding before I wandered to the highest spot of view that I could find.  I committed to playing and observing. Perhaps not in that order.  I knew that I would be found, eventually; I knew that they would be tired and at the end of their wits.  Wits would be my Savior