OUR LUNGS ARE WHERE OUR WINGS ATTACH
I … think I … am still here.
Is that because I am thought-generated? Thoughts not my own. The inner knowing/gnosis when thoughts stop and the heart speaks is the me of Love and Creation, creations of these souls I miss (family) who are… in the matrix.
So what most fulfills me now is sending waves of love to everyone I love. To those from my body, and those related. And to everyone who has been traumatized. That’s all of us.
Long ago I could not take city buses. I would cry, seeing how people treated each other. I went to “a therapist” – a mistake – who said I had “universal depression”/was depressed for the universe.
When I first started going it was in 1987, after my brother suicided/was murdered via MKUltra SRA mind control. I took a list of questions to that first appointment, and the first question – the most important one to me – was “Can we incorporate spirituality into my therapy?” She said no, we would “focus on getting the basics and that could come later”. I actually saw her again about 6 years ago, for issues related to my divorce from the secretly-trangender Washington, D.C. newsman and his having stolen all I owned from me in basically what is a court-sanctioned theft and life-destruction. I saw her for only a few sessions because it was worthless to me. Do you know what the first thing she said to me was, after years of having not seen me?
“I want to apologize to you for not letting you address spiritual issues in your therapy when we started years ago.”
That woman, I found out, randomly almost, was an ex-Catholic nun and a repressed lesbian who never married or had children. I never knew that about her all those years. That person advised me on how to destroy my family.
So now I advise anyone who asks me about therapy to avoid it, that finding a therapist who acts from a place of true love and understanding just isn’t possible within the paradigms of this world.
They are all a part of the agenda by the alphabet elites to destroy humanity.
Now that was a rather detouresque sidebar!
To apply this dematerialization concept to life now is a good idea. Raising our vibrations in the face of this 5G, heavy metal, agenda of hatred of all things good onslaught. I look at my children and their spouses, and they are all into witchcraft and paganism and mythology and all things nephilim, based on their beliefs, which are a product of this world. It is breaking my heart. Yet I transcend even that, with LOVE.
I keep sending them ALL my love. I keep my hands busy making them things, writing them things.
I LOVE THEM. I MADE THESE HUMANS IN MY BODY. My names include Mom and Gramma. (Not getting into the cloning part yet, here.)
I was traumatized, and they inherited trauma I inherited. What they do not realize is that through the renewal of spirit by Yehushua / God – the LIGHT – we are reborn and the contract with trauma is ended. In the strong delusion of acceptance and inverted ‘isms’ of this last cataclysmic age, they are completely MATERIALIZED, and of this world.
The strong delusion.
“ And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie:” 2 Thessalonians 2:11
BUT the scalar force of LOVE through DNA carries. I carry that knowledge and in moments of frailty in echoes of implanted pain I go within and love them.
LOVE HAS WINGS.
LOVE BREAKS THE CHAINS.
OUR LUNGS ARE WHERE OUR WINGS ATTACH. (This is a thought you can’t unthink now.)
Note made on October 16, 2019:
I made this post about 24 hours before learning that Nichole had died.
My soul was extremely activated.