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My Best Friend’s Journey: A New Chapter- Potentially The Same Book

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In December, it happened- all of the scrolling through FB pages looking for the “perfect dog” while daily breaking my own heart looking at all those fur balls that need furever homes- I finally saw her.

I knew it from her eyes.  No picture of any dog spoke to me like this one did.  She had recently been posted for rescue, and I wanted to be first on the list.  So late that night, I filled out an application with magnanimous amounts of hope and love brewing within my soul.   When I looked at this picture, I knew that I knew this dog even though she was rescued 622 miles away.  Then I looked at her number.  The last four digits are the same as my SSN.  Weird right?  Not to me- just a sign of synchronicity to come.

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Over the course of the next day, my application was put into the process, but Nina (as they called her) was tagged by a rescue based in the Colorado Springs area with fosters all across the Front Range.  Usually, they don’t deal with interested fosters this far North because they don’t have many connections in the area to make transports easier.

Perfect timing was that application was filled out right before Christmas and most people were entrenched in their holiday plans, making transport a bit more complicated.  At first, I thought it would only be a few days before she would head my direction, but after further assessment, they realized she is not spayed and had kennel cough.  They would be unwilling to do surgery until the cough was cleared up… So, my baby had to sit in quarantine for a few days until she was cleared for surgery.  I was told it could be a couple of weeks.

It was fine.  I was willing to be patient.  Patience comes easy when you are sure it is The One.   I wanted to make sure that she was healthy enough to travel and if we had to wait a little longer, then it would be worth it.

Finally last week she was cleared for transport.  She would be here Sunday, January 13, 2019.

In the weeks leading up to Nina’s transport, I began a process of talking to her through my psychic centers, just like I use to with Claddagh.  I told Nina about my home life, the people in it and my other pet friends.   I told her about the expectations I have for a calm house life.  I told her about Claddagh and how much she meant to me.   I told her, that I would be her last spot.  I am her Home.

Every night before falling asleep I would tell the kitteries about our new friend. And, as I drifted to slumber I would send all the healing love energy to this new but suffering companion.

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Jump back to 2007, when Claddagh came into my life.   I was living with friends in Gilpin, Colorado.  Friends who are on a higher wavelength when it comes to spiritual discussions and how spiritual dynamics affect our reality.  Friends who, themselves are animal lovers.

During one of the animal discussions, the topic of animal reincarnation was brought up because even at first I was afraid of losing Claddagh.  I was already preparing for her death in my psyche.  This is when my friend Lindy started talking about animal reincarnation and soul companions in the form of pets.

That we contract with the souls of animals for lessons and companionship in learning those lessons.   That once we fell in love with an animal it was imparted with a Soul Personality.  Given the duration of life is much shorter for an animal, their Souls are allowed to return in different bodies if the contract is still active.

I always felt like I would be with Claddagh forever and ever, amen.   I certainly didn’t feel like our contract was up when I had to say “good-bye.”

In spiritual communities it is talked about that animal reincarnation can take one of three forms.   The soul being born into the body;  the soul “walking into” a body that is already established in the world, and Soul Braiding.

Soul Braiding is when say a dying animal Soul contracts with another animal soul that is living.   They contract to share a body and a personality in order to continue the initial soul contract with the human the first animal Soul was tied to.  Essentially the living animal Soul agrees to bind with the dying animal Soul and facilitate a continuation of where things left off.

Far left, right?  Totally fucking Woo-woo, right?

I don’t think so.

Due to a scheduling conflict, I was unable to pick up Nina from transport and I had to arrange for someone else to bring her to me.   I noticed my dad was working near Fort Collins that day, and I offered a homemade quiche for help in the matter.   I asked him because the last time Claddagh disappeared, my dad arrived at the shelter before I did in order to help locate her.  He also said to me “Mandie, you need to get another dog.”  I figured if he was a strong advocate, then he would be of excellent assistance for uniting me with my newest friend.  Plus he really likes dogs, and I think they know that about him.

Finally, around 8:20pm they walk through the door.  Nina is apprehensive as all get out.  Her tail curled between her back legs, even when sitting down.   She was easy under my dad’s control of the thin leash.   She wasn’t sure about me.  She wasn’t sure of anything except that she was comfortable with my dad.  Ha!  The man was worried she wouldn’t like him, and now she was thinking that she was supposed to leave with him… Sorry, puppers, you are staying with me.

After my dad left, she wandered around looking for him.  Going back to the front door and just standing there giving little whines.

 

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Where did Bob go?

My pupception tells me that Soul Braiding began sometime between November of 2017 when Quantum adopted me, and March 2018 when the kittens were born. I also assume this is when the slow-growing tumor began on Claddagh’s heart.  Claddagh being 100% Love, wasn’t going to leave me stranded and alone.  And in fact, the cats were the best support in my mourning.

Nina, in my estimation in between 9 months and a 1.5 years old, and seems to me that she is part of the timeline.  This is why the process for her to come to me, despite the distance, has perfectly aligned.

The piece of Claddagh’s Soul that is in this Nina, began to wake up on the drive with my dad.  She sensed a familiarity that was safe.

After he left, I let her wander around the house and check everything out.  Then she snuggled up on the sleeping bag in the garage and I read to her my Letter to my Future Dog.  As I did, she stared at me.   Giving me direct eye contact, which took Claddagh years to become confident enough to do.  And we just stared at each other, me with tears in my eyes catalyzed by the overwhelming love and familiarity that I was feeling.

Shortly after that, she began to unfurl.  Her tail still seemingly timid in its expression, was now starting to go outward, instead of under.   When before she wasn’t interested in coming to me, now all of a sudden she wanted to be right by my side.

There were some tests.  I kept taking her outside, hoping she would go… but it was still overwhelming her.  She came back in, and I ran inside to put Gma to bed.   When I came back out there was a very fresh and large pile of poop on the concrete floor.  Claddagh would never make a mess on the carpet if there was an option, and that wasn’t something that I taught her, just like she would never poop on a trail.

I notice the poop, and Nina notices me notice the poop and she hunches into herself again, acting as if she will get reprehended.  Instead, I got excited!  It looked like really healthy poop, and I was happy to know that she was able to clear her bowels.  I told her good job, cleaned up the mess and put down some enzymes so she knows that isn’t the location for that in the future.  She unfurls, even more, it’s confirmed she “Is a Good Girl.”  She need not worry about abuse for mistakes or accidents.  Her comfort comes out in abounding waves.

We stay up until 4:30 in the morning, playing a sort of “getting to know you.”  But do you know what she wants most of all?  Just to be cuddled with me.  When we finally went to bed, she was right there in the bed with me, like it’s been forever.

Today, she was a completely different animal from when she walked through the door.  We went on a car ride, and she is perfect.  We went to the feed store and she was perfect.  She is observing the other animals and people, and still showing some timidness, but also a sort of excitement… she wants them to like her.

Quantum isn’t impressed with me currently and I think it’s because I relocated her and Capricious downstairs while we figure out introductions and dynamics.   I think in a week everything will go into a normal routine and the kitteries can come back up to my room and we can live like the weird little family that we are.

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Current things that have happened in the last less than 24 hours that give me confidence in Soul Braiding;

1.  When I ask her for a hug, she puts her paws on my knees.  When I say full hug, she brings her paws to my shoulders, and we give a full hug.

2. She wants to hold hands while driving.

3. Her favorite spot is right next to me, regardless.

Those three things were a daily component of living with Claddagh for almost eleven years.  How is it this timid dog just walked right into that alignment without me asking her to?

The answer is The Soul Knows.

I’d like to introduce my new best friend; Journey.

 

 

 

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Experimental Story part 1

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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.”

 

 

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Everything Leading to the Apex

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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

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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!

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A Kittery Tale: Capricious And Her First Estrus

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This short reality may upset you on some level.  So I need to give a warning.  I never thought this would happen, I didn’t think this would be something I would write about.

My kitten Capricious is nine months old.  She is the only kitten I kept from the stray that stayed: Quantum.   Now, I am not sure how old Quantum actually is, but when she went to the vet for her spay after her litter, they assumed about a year and some change.  I am not sure if her heat  with me was her first heat.  The situation was so foreign to me I was learning as I went along.  I don’t have a strong background in kittery.

Anyway, when Quantum was in heat, she showed all the signs that were google-able, namely the desire to be more affectionate and to raise her rear end in the air.   Not knowing what to do with her in her condition, I would tap on her rear end above the tail on the lower back.  Reading her language she wanted it harder, and more of it.  It got to the point where I would be using a significant amount of controlled force to basically percussively massage her back or in massage terms give her tapotement  (top-o-mont).

She LOVED IT.  Quantum wanted (and still enjoys) being smacked on the back end in quick repitition.

In no way did I touch the cat inappropriately, I was  helping her ease angst in her hormonal reactions and she wanted it because she would just stay there wanting more the minute I stopped.

Fast forward a bit, she is barely claimed as mine.  Quantum gets preg, and I keep a kitten.

Capricious kept nursing for way longer than recommended and her spay keeps getting set back because of life happenings.  I think the nursing may have stunted her maturity on some level.  Before she ever showed symptoms of heat I bought Feliway to curb things.

Well  last weekend Capricious started puking, out of nowhere.  No dietary changes.  Concerned, I cleaned up the messes and doted on her.  She seemed low energy and dismissive of appetite.  At first she just wanted to be alone, and stable in one comfortable position.   THEN all of a sudden the over affection came on.  She is already super affectionate but the quality and vocality were amplified. She was giving the textbook butt lift.

So I started to wonder if her first estrus was much like the maladies some women experience with PMS.  Or a desire to have sex right before a period as a relief mechanism.  But… cat’s don’t menstruate, and what I have gained about cat breeding is… the females know they want it, but it usually comes by force.  Sounds tragic.

As I googled such things, I remembered the ole hand held motor massage thing in the closet that my grandparents bought years ago.  I wondered if I could ease some of Capricious’ tension, by using it on her lower back because she was just as happy as her mom was with a little spanking.

The cool thing about this old hand massager is that it purrs.  Caprcious has been out of her mind horny.  She immediately liked the massager when I put it on, turned it on, and then layed my palm on her lower back.   I immediately wished that I had this vibrating pillow that my step mom had, back in the day. If you put pressure on the pillow, it would vibrate from a mechanism with a trigger on the inside of the stuffing and then it would turn off as soon as you stopped compressing the pillow.

I’m going to be honest.  I am conflicted, because I feel like this is not okay because someone might use the idea and take it too far.  On the other hand, it is a lucrative thing to gather sperm from male animals for artificial insemination in specific breeding, so obviously people explore animal sexuality for their own benefit in ways that only seem unconventional if you ignore scientific practices in regard to sexuality and procreation.

Basically I massaged the back end of my cat until she didn’t want any more of it.  And then she acted even weirder than she was before… but she was less vocal and traversing the room rolling on her back rubbing up against anything that was in the path.

She has calmed down significantly since, and then gets vocal when she wants it again.  And this doesn’t bother me at all, because I just put the thing on my hand, I lay my palm on the top of hip bones and sit there with the cats having a normal conversation about how at times it can be really uncomfortable to be female.

I admit, I googled “Do female cats have orgasms?”  But I haven’t found anything.   I think this is a temporary mitigation solution.  It sounds crazy for sure.  But when I think about it more, it isn’t.  Some human women get migraines to the point of puking during PMS.  Some are more sensitive in various ways or feeling less social.   For a woman you may suggest a heat pad, a massage and lots of water.  Most women don’t go to a doctor or an ER the first time  they are about to bleed… even if they do feel like they are dying.

I just watched what the signs were in these situations and I imagined what I could non-invasively do to help her relax her swollen inside reproductive organs.

Quantum is super curious, but she is now spayed, yet she still likes the percussive massage on her back end from time to time.  She wants nothing to do with the hand massager.  Capricious on the other hand, doesn’t want it until she wants it and walks over to the device and rubs up on it and then comes and rubs up on me, going back and forth talking until I plug it in and ask, “Is this what you want?”  She responds by walking right over and putting her ass in the air.

It’s so weird.  Just so, so fucking weird, but not.

I just imagine her getting these feelings out of nowhere and being like “what the hell is going on?  I’m not myself today.”

We do whatever we can to assist our animals in their discomfort and this was the best temporary solution I could come up with and it works on some level.  It’s certainly tames down the agitation a cat shows in heat.  I think I lucked out that she is young enough to still be introduced to noisy contraptions with a small period of adjustment.  Quantum on the other hand seems half feral and will deal with a vacuum in the room but when it is turned on she runs to a vacuum-less corner, whereas Capricious will sit atop the dresser and overlook the whole situation with curiosity because the vacuum sits right next to the litter box and most times it isn’t running.

All I am going to say is, if you have a cat in heat and you haven’t been able to get to the vet, this could temporarily relieve some tension in your house if your cat is willing.   Do not chase your cat down attempting this, and for God’s sake please do not use your vaginal vibrating device on your actual feline friend.

The picture in the title is the style of hand massager that I am talking about.  The coils on the bottom secure around your mid palm and mid fingers.  The top part is a motor.  These devices are awesome for back massages, but be careful of hair on the massagee, it can get caught in the coils and if the hair pulls out because you pull your hand away, it is more painful than an Epilady shaver.

 

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Know Them

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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

 

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My Best Friend: Dear, Future Dog Friend

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Dear Future Dog Friend;

The seed of you has been planted in my heart and I felt it a good time to compose this letter of acknowledgement, for you have some perfect, medium size paws to fill.

I know you won’t be Claddagh.  I know you won’t have her smell or swagger, you may even ignore my whistle because it is too close to hers.  Please forgive me, I am going to be learning with you.  I want you to feel confident that you are you, and you are mine in love and journey.

I need you to know that Claddagh set up a state of being in me, that will make our companionship possible.  She wore the ruts of my heart, where only a dog can roam.

My desire for a dog led me to Claddagh, and her sincere companionship is what makes it bearable for me to consider a new companion.  She may not have been perfect, but she was perfect for me.  Lucky for you, I believe in that perfection and that souls find their connection in each other.  Claddagh helped me love deeper, and you get the benefit of that depth.

I know you are out there.  I know you are waiting on me and that I am waiting on you.

I will be here at these cross roads when you show up; and when you do  we will both turn a new page.  I can’t wait to love on you and share the journey.  I can’t wait until I see you, eye to eye.  Until then, I will be watching and waiting.

Be patient, Sweet Pea.  I believe in perfect timing.  I believe in you.

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Burn me

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Burn me.

Burn every remnant of me.

Take what I leave and pile it into the pyre and burn it to the ground.  Let the wind carry my ashes into oblivion.

Burn every word, and every page.  Let every painting singe until the pigments bubble, burst and explode.

Burn me to ash.

Take the concepts I was born to believe in and throw them into the blaze.   Take the relationships I thought I could rely on and burn them beyond recognition.  Scald my skin and the the external parchment I used as protection.

Burn me!

Set flame to the fibers beneath my feet; those pieces of paper that were the meat on my bones that were let loose by the cool breeze of inspiration.   May the fire be so hot that I can do no thing, except disappear.

Set the fire strong.  Make sure all of the pieces are kissed by flames.   Make sure I smolder until I am gone.

BURN ME~ until there is nothing left to burn.

The tears I cry today, could put out a fire in the future but I would rather burn.

 

 

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Game On

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Dear Source of Creation,

Cheers SirMadame!  It’s sparked my mortal mind to write you a bit about my position.  You see, I am so far from perfect  despite my desire to attain such lofty spots of divinity. I know it shouldn’t, but it does bother me at times that I could sink into this mortal realm.

Admittedly I struggle with “oneupmanship” and a sincere desire to be “right” or “correct.”   I mean, who am I kidding, who doesn’t want to be in “good favor” at some juncture in their life.

Given the fact that we are all an extension of You, I suppose you know this about me and it’s possible that you may have placed this specific code into the construct of my DNA when you were slipping in on the sly while my parents were getting busy that one blizzardy winter night, in front of the fire place in late 1979.

It’s weird, ya know?  You know everything about me,  I mean even stuff I don’t know about me, yet… and you… well, you are Everything, and it’s really hard for a human to know or even understand EVERYTHING.

At this point I don’t think I can or have surprised you, much less disappointed you.  That is a nice place to be because I now understand that you know and understand me because we can not be separated.  Funny how we all feel so disconnected at times, while you are there, just cultivating what we are as parts of you in your infinite expansion of IS-ness and Beingness. Oh, Creation, you are to be adored.

I wanted you to know that I have started playing your game in a new way.  I have to hand it to you, the game is brilliant and confusing.  No wonder it has taken so long to get to this next level.  Bravo.  Certainly a job well done.   I know you are aware that there is a worldwide team of us trying to win the match with the tools we have acquired, and I get the sense that this pleases you because you can up the ante’ infinitely.

The consensus of my team, is that we are ready to go full throttle for the win.  No slacking.   This has gone on long enough and we are ready to meet our Maker, or ChessMaster or Creator…. I don’t know what you call yourself in these hip days of slang.

Our only stipulation is that we want to meet with you with proper concession in order to make sure all the rules and conduct are updated.

I’ve assembled teams to attend to corners and ends of all the needs for fulfillment on the board.  The players are locked and loaded with the ancient wisdom.  They’ve all been trained in the Akashic and their hearts are pure and willing.

We understand that we are not playing against you, as much as we are playing for the totality of the game.

Creation, we love you, but it’s time for GAME ON.  May our upgrades be organically glorious.

See you on the other side of the board.

 

~M

 

 

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Polarity and Me

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Some times I have to talk, out loud, about the state of polarity in the world and this seems like a good time to do it.

There is a Matrix inspired concept of being “Red Pilled” ( you go down the rabbit hole) or “Blue Pilled” ( you live a superficial life and avoid the rabbit holes at all cost.)

I feel born “Red Pilled.”

I am at a point in my life, where even if I wanted to, I could never conform to the norm.  I would risk death by being myself, and I’m not even that controversial.  I think I am pretty logical about stuff, but I also have a strong spiritual foundation which influences my perception; I would say for the better.

Everyday people are being offered the red pill or the blue pill.  Everyday someone takes the red pill.  Every day several choose to keep taking the blue pill.   The concept of perception changing, willingly is scary.   It’s like choosing to take a drug that will alter your perception.  It’s one thing to get drugged without consent, it is a whole different thing to accept the unknown and ride out the journey, wherever it may lead.

I don’t want to be on social media, but I keep having to reconcile the fact that I am not “allowed” to leave yet.  I don’t make big marks because that isn’t the point.   I am the epicenter of an undetermined radius of beings that pick up on my electric fluctuation, in turn I feel their and we create a harmonization of frequency over time and space that levels the so called “physical playing field.”

The major resonance that exists world wide is vastly different then the mood or feeling that the MSM gives you.  It isn’t even close to the maps and charts dictated by polls, or analytics because the frequency being judged on a higher level, has mostly to do with the state of the mind, heart and intention plus follow through.

It also has a lot to do with our misconceptions of love and acceptance and how we play that out in the “real world.”

In my observation, most people will not take the red pill because it will flip everything on it’s head, just like Alice flipped down the White Rabbit hole.   It will flip definitions, perceptions and relations to the commonly accepted flow of expectation.

What I can tell you for truth, is that anyone who is drastically polarized enough to be consider “Far______” have taken the Blue Pill and continue to.

Those who have taken the Red Pill will speak through the levels of mourning.  They made a decision that would change their lives forever and lose normalcy as they know it.  They won’t want to celebrate holidays.  They won’t want to buy luxury vehicles or frivolous things.

Red Pillers want to pair it down.  Simplify, and try and extract themselves because the reality of the construct is so disgusting that it becomes hard to deal with.  Relationships become harder to maintain because it becomes near impossible to find common ground.  There is no more keeping up with the Jones’.  No more waiting in lines for new releases and Apple Products.

Red Pill makes you want to just get by until you die.  Do what you can for those living while you are alive.  Red Pill makes you attuned to the spiritual battle when once you may have denied there could be such a level of existence.

My whole early life was a push-me/pull-you of drive.  And I feel so blessed to have pulverized my dreams in the ways of my youth.   I am invigorated by the fact that I have deprogrammed myself into a point where nothing of this world is enough to stumble forward, toward.  That may sound cryptic, but it isn’t.  I have a freedom I can’t articulate, and most can’t comprehend.

Is there laundry in the afterlife?

I don’t know.  And even though I hope not, if there is, I bet it smells even better than Earth Laundry.

What I want you to know, is that polarization is a choice, but that choice is perpetuated by perception.  When you no longer wish to be in that polarization, you will find anyway you can to disrupt it and escape it.  “IT” will always try to pull you back in, but it becomes harder to slip into once you align your mind with your heart and use your will as a backbone.

My hope for my periphery is that they are able to sift and sweep through the bullshit, in order to see what games are at play within this matrix; then be moved to remove them piece by piece individually by expanding their movement beyond their perceived physical reality.

We live in a world of infinite energy.  Seriously.  We keep making, and the Universe keeps providing while we tell ourselves that we are in lack and the world is over populated.

It simply isn’t true.  But it’s the modern dialectic.  It’s true in subsections, elevated to exposure to posture the plight of the underdog, passing penance placed to those who claim to capitulate care.

Continuing the polarization of people.  Struggling to live, find balance and a leg to stand on.  Pulling apart partners who praise all but one thing.  Serving a conflict with reaction as a side and Solution as Dessert.

Placating those who know better by offering few options in a limitless World.