the Sweet…

Honey. The golden nectar. The SWEET. In the SWEET, by and by. The bee cannot produce honey without a comb to put it in. The tree cannot teach its young what it means to fall, if it does not fall. The water cannot crash without rocks to crash onto. The heart cannot break without having loved. Love cannot break, it has an endless supply of hearts to refill itself. Hunger cannot exist without desire. The sun cannot give warmth if there is nothing to receive it.

If I pray the dolphins are never harmed, the girl who hears of the tragedy of Taijii would never overcome her fears and hermitousness to go help the dolphin. If there weren’t people killing lions and bragging about it, then there wouldn’t be people dedicating their lives to protecting the lions. One cannot exist without the other. The water drop…………must have a floor to hit when it falls or it never feels itself land. Never feels itself splat!!! Never chokes on the feel of the water crashing onto itself, feeling the wet. All the way into the mouth. Wet. Without dry….the waterdrop would cease………..and would become a part of the water. A part of the mass. Undestinguishable now. Your individual raindropy fragrance has blended and you are now the smell of………………….OCEAN. The coat of many colors. The house of many mansions.

Hold me?

When I die, I want someone to hold me. To touch me. I want someone to touch my hair, my arms, my belly…my feet. I want someone to run their fingers through my hair to cause the shiver me tingles that I’ve known about since I was 2. I am that little girl who knows of a pleasure yet it never ever comes her way. She watches it from afar all the days of her life.  When I die, I want to carry her on my back and tickle the chins of baby fawns. When I die, maybe just maybe there will  be someone there who really appreciates me. Or…I wait also to die for another option… in case there is no one to care….in case there is just a black space and the brain stops and life ends and no memory ever turns on. Either one, I’ll take either one. No, my friends…I am not wearing a cloak of depression, I have eradicated that from this body, oh no, this is a cloak of disappointment. Of what if’s and wanna beens. When I die, I want that to go away…..tied onto a kite and released into the biggest wind near a black hole I can find….to be hurtled through space magnetically seeking and drawing towards the violet flame of transmutation….and while it searches, beans and milk are found on earth, to feed the masses and my self prepondered woe is forgiven.  (Not really Sheri, there’s way more woe than that, your indulgence is egregious)

 

When I die, I want to be able to stay…just like I am now, with this brain and this heart. I want to have slumber parties and I want to snuggle and cuddle with girls who get me, really get me. Get, means to retrieve, partake, take, glean………yes, they want to partake of me, of who I am. I want to be acknowledged…and vice versa. I want to be with those who love life inside and out but are so affected by it that they are nearly insane. Those are the real ones. I want them. Near me, beside me. Braiding my hair, bathing me, helping me out of the waters where I turn and lift them out as I twirl a strand of hair in my fingers and brush whispys out of our face. I want the sound of giggles and cackles. I want a cradle for my aging bones and a person to swing it to sleep. A chest to lean upon. A breast to suckle, as I bring the milk into my bones, to strengthen my heart, my will, so I can come again to the land of ingratitude and pour myself like honey…….to be slurped and gargled and spit and feathered but with a many lifetime’d weathered smile, as I then push the reset button and die, really die. Never to be thought of again.                   Death becomes her.

 

Signing off in Costa Rica where I’m still trying to call in rain, another week or so and my girl arrives and, God has left this hot dry garden but He left a blue dragonfly behind to guard us…no, he was all business and refused a photo. And a PS…I fixed my sewing machine all by myself and google!….so I’m back to the skirts and the ANDs. Soon I will be able to give away all my old clothes and only wear my own designs!!! Lovelove   And PSS…sorry, but ya, that is really all thats lacking in my life, therefore thats my heaven and yes I know, heaven is here and yes I know oh GOD…you don’t wanna know what I know, or I’ve read or been told. Jesus, my mind can only take so much of this overflow of misery. I happen to know that all misery is part of the good, but knowing and feeling are not lovers in all ways. 8 billion people….8 billion perceptions on what is life, where do I fit in and how will it end. For those following the Planet X, Nibiru annanuki  theory…dunno, it’s up there now, thats a fact.    For those following the Arcturian theory…..they say they’ll arrive in March or April to usher in the 5d. For those following the 5d is here already, yup….but then revert to Arcturians arriving in March or April. (Christ consciousness arriving not Christ on a cloud) For those following the bible theory….dunno. For those following the Native theory….many are calling Planet X, the Blue Star Kachina…..and oh ya….feed the damn people already!!! Are you blind????? It’s everywhere!!! Just look for the bones. PSSS….society’s only hope….A, God sweeping in. B, magic. C. Put the girls in charge  (Whens the last time God came sweeping in???)

  

Whip scorpion 

 stir…

Are you really ok with your religion? Your God is the God you want? He’s the right kindness for you? The right temperament? Is there any truth to any of it? Any religion? Any God? Which God? Her, Him? The one who teaches to rape? Or the one who is so jealous? Think about it. What does God mean? It means the creator! The thing that created me and this planet and the stars and the heavens and the hells. NOT. And YES! Which God created the heavens? Which God created the planet that we sleep on? Same God? All one? Which God was the first God? How do you know? What was first? Blackness? Or light? Did they really have a war and we are the spoils of that? The loser gets the spoils? IN what game? Since when does the loser get anything??? You see……none of religion makes sense. For all we know, we are in a dome and the dome was created a hundred years ago. The people that old are all dying off so they can’t tell the truth. Any story they want, they can create and place in the sand and say HERE……here is the truth!

 

One big huge hologram set. Like in the movie Hunger Games. Where they can make fires happen or floods or cause the bees to swarm….a set, where inserts can be inserted as needed. A bear there, to scare that mother into protecting her young thereby enabling her to leave her abusive husband. A flood, caused to further the souls of all the people along the floodplains. A firefly in winter, appears on the window of one who may give up hope without that flash of green light at her request. A software program, and we are the program designers. Our souls are in the other world and our essence is here in the hologram.

 

Here’s one thing that mystifies me. If the powers that be wanted, they could have removed all references to the books they were copying from. For instance, if the gospels were taken from the African texts, why not then destroy said African texts? Why allow them to remain to be found and used against? A mindboggler. Really. Why am I able to google and find the same storylines? Mithra, Isis, Mary. Huh? Why? Maybe they wanted confusion. That would be my best guess and I actually have something to go by. Myself. I have been asked to do a mission for God and the main jewel of the mission…is to confuse. To shake beliefs. To clear the field to allow for truth to enter…..because she’s about to enter!

  

it’s gonna be ok…

Although I still play the game and I share and post things that look frightening or scary or things that outright piss me off, I’m actually seeing life now from a vantage point that most of you don’t have. I’m still human and I still interact and I still have emotional reactions………HOWEVER………I am no longer………just like you. Not that I ever really was with all my sadnesses and inadequacies and quirks and weirdnesses…! I can hear the world whispering from my shoulder saying……”you’re not special, whatever you’re about to say….remember, you’re not special. We are all alike”. Believe me I know. While I might not be special, I may know things others don’t. I may have experienced things others haven’t. Here’s the deal. Ever since I went to the 5th dimension the first time, I have a new view. An overhead view. Like when I was a CASA………………someone who looked at all the pieces and watched it as a whole, with no vested interest except that of keeping a child safe. And it’s not only that…I also have very diverse interests and a lot of stuff comes in front of my eyes and ears. Bottom line, I see things that maybe others don’t. The whole point to this is to tell you that I see light at the end of the tunnel. I see hope. But it’s bigger than that. What I see, is the whole. As a whole, it is the most beautiful beauty. It is the song of songs, the dance of dances, the light of lights. We are something so unbelievably special, something that is the utmost gift to all……all beings. All beings in all universes. We are a treasure. Unique. Precious. The frequency of all beings, doing what they are doing at any given second, combined with what they are thinkings frequency and the frequencies of all of the objects and the wifi’s and the tv’s and the crying and the dancing and the screaming and the raping and the beheadings and the earthquakes and the droughts and the trees and the bugs and the hot pavement. Everything has a frequency and vibrates at that sound. We don’t hear it….like the dog whistle. But it plays. It plays every second of every minute every day forever and ever. It plays the waltz, salsa, tango, shuffle, ballet, African, of life. We……………..are the song of this uni verse. We are also the dancers.

 

And now, I need to tell you about 4 hours with a butterfly. I was leaving the market yesterday when I saw the butterfly in the veggie aisle….sitting on the ground. I immediately scooped her up. Carried her in my left hand and went on with living. Porfi, my in town taxi driver, drove us and the veggies home and I put the groceries away, all while holding Beauty. Then we sat down to begin the evening together. I offered her sugarwater, nope. I offered her a leaf outside to step onto, nope. She wanted to be with me. I talked to her, and loved her. I sang to her and free went my esteem……I just sang and sang, hitting notes….not hitting notes, she didn’t care. I made up words about how much I loved her and I also sang old faithfuls, like amazing grace which I sang to my goats all the time and the lullabye words I made up for my own human kids to Over the Rainbow. I played Tinkerbelle on the laptop for her.  She reacted when I sang. She moved her antennas around or one of them. She would place one of her tiny white feet on my thumb and latch on. She liked to lay one of her antenna on my thumb as well, almost as a hug. She allowed me to touch her without even the slightest flinch. I cried with her. I told her I loved her. My darling. I sent her reiki. It was love. Then she was gone and the love went into us both and there it remains. Forever. It was the most exquisite love affair and it went into the collective unconscious as a gift. I woke to discover her broken body in pieces. One wing completely gone. The love was still here, in me and in her and it didn’t matter. Signing off in Costa Rica where the PESTICIDES gotta GO, the people love each other and hold hands and walk arm in arm and give kisses on the right cheek………in 3 weeks I will be here a year…..yesterday, I received a KISS on the cheek by the parking lot lady!!!! HOLY CANOLI”s!!!!….and, a valley sound has finally reached me….sounds like a high pitch whistle, and I don’t know if it’s a bug of a bird but yay, it soothes me, that jungle sound

   
    
    
 

 oh…don’t go there

  • We can ignore it. We can dig a hole in the sand and stick our  heads in it. We can wear rose colored glasses or shades so dark and thick we can’t see nothin. We can swat it away like a fly, but negative energy is real and it’s out there. It’s in here too. What to do with it? The governments really are trying to kill us slowly. If we were all healthy and happy all the time, where would be the need for governance? If joy was the meal of the day our bodies and minds would thrive and rise and this would rise everything around it. The word economy would be eradicated.  E  con  o  my. Oh my is right. Everything is a con from the fabric to the rubber to the poison food. They poison us so we need doctors and they give us poison medicines to keep us needing the doctors. A circle. Sick. Who can fight when they’re sick? I can’t reiterate this enough. We are being poisoned via the sky(chemtrails), the ground, (GMO’s) the water (fluoride and who knows what) and the mind(tv). But that’s not enough, they also poison through the schools now too. Have you seen the commoncore? Ya, what’s common is it’s rotten to the core. They take a simple mathematical problem and send you to the moon and back for an answer when the answer is sitting right there. Why? Because the only thing real….the only thing that is absolute….absolute true…is math. Sacred Geometry. The ONLY truth. They desire dumb humans who won’t fight back. Who won’t care. Sluggish beings. Eh. No biggie. They feed us the word conspiracy theory as a means of playing the game of the peanut and the shell. Right now….there is the world series of….peanut and the shell. I got your fuckin peanut boys!!!

 

I am a human of high emotion. High ups and high downs….and high indignations as well. To me, life is one big huge indignation right now. I’m like this little bug trying to hold onto my rope and stuff….got a job to do….and the wind is blowing me….its whipping me…………..I can see the dudes face…huge……lips puckered……blowing lies and icks and pains….I’m trying to hang on, keep my rope and my tools AND reach the top. What good is it to reach the summit if I don’t have my tools still? That would leave me at the summit alone. The tools my friends, are so we can get you up that mountain too! So let’s get real here. Negative emotion. It ain’t just sadness folks. And it ain’t just fear of what the bad guys are doing or gonna do to us. Oh no. It’s evil. Evil lives inside us. That’s where the devil is. LIVED. DEVIL. LIVED. One of the greats in the plant kingdom taught me this lesson. Ayahuasca. Grandmother Aya taught me that my mind, and what I was allowing it to do….was worse than any abuser, terrorist, killer, wife beater…could ever be. Me and my shadow. My shadow is mean to me. Cruel beyond words. She used to slay me daily, then God would repaint me and I’d stand to be slain again. But it goes much further than that.

 

My shadow is jealous. My shadow sees another do what I’ve struggled to do for years…….and do so effortlessly and with panache and style….and she berates me. She squeezes precious tears from me until I…..I, can right myself and correct her. She wants to say…it’s not fair….like she’s done so many times throughout her life, but no…..wisdom is her friend and she reminds herself that life is not about fair. Life is about LIFE! COLOR! SPLASH! TOUCH! HEART! And mine is mine and theirs is theirs! Nothing wrong with mine. The more I like mine, the less I want theirs. The more joy I find with what I already have in my life….the less I need of what’s in others lives. I am fulfilled. I am infused with joy. An elixir of joy is inside each and every cell in my body and it’s also in the protons surrounding me. We, I walk in beauty. Do you see? Do you see that it is that 360 degree sphere perception that changes the reflection? Like a finger dipped into the pool of water. Over and over. Each dip of the finger, causes a ripple. How hard did the finger dip? How fast? What was the water doing when the finger dipped? All of these things affect the ripple size and depth and color and and and…..as well as…perspective and perception. Oh the lovely pers. Persnickety. Do you see that we can change our perspective in a nano second? I do it effortlessly now. Midstream in my thoughts or sentences and I know….I’ve put the sentence together wrong…………it will create negative. SHIFT. Switch.

 

Ok….well, I have barely covered a tiny bit of the word that is negativeEnergy. Ya….its thrown together so often it may as well be one word. Same for the positive. Hey, yo. Middle, middle right, middle left. Also viable and also useful. If you don’t know the depths of the pool…….you don’t know how far you can swim…or what’s down there hiding in a treasure chest tied with rusted chains!!! If you don’t know the tippy top of love……then you only know a crumb. Here’s another negative nancy for ya. The fear of not being enough. Enough for who? Enough for what? My shadow sees other peoples words these days and says to me………..see, those are good words. Worthy words. People read those words. Oh look, they are sharing the words as well…they really like them. Oh yes, they’re helping me too, those words, so yes…I’ll share them too! Oh goodness, the people really need to hear those words. Not my words. No. Mine are written differently, not in the right first person or right flow or right need for the people, because nobody reads mine. Should I stop? Should I bother? Am I making a difference? Am I helping? Should I stop? Should I stop? Signing off in Costa Rica where I am preparing my art for an event…yup I am…..where communities are springing up everywhere like daisies and the majority of HUman sounds are negative to my ears and Spirit sounds are positive. Ahhh, the battery of silence. Oh…and what to do with negativeEnergy? Reverse the poles if you can…if you can’t…MOVE! Oh, haha, and throw some violet flame on it to transform it!!!

PS….It’s a real question. Is there a point to these writings? Anyone getting some kinda help from them? If not, I’ll just stop. Free up my time. Tinker with a book. This is the little girl inside….asking you guys for your help…..what she’s really asking is……can I really sing or have people been lying to me my whole life? I am so strong now, and I can take the truth even if it comes as a punch. I want an honest answer please. Please. Do I help? Or are they pretty words…

   
  
    
    
    J 

 believe…

I want so badly to get to believe. Believe is a hard place to reach on purpose. We all arrive at the different Believe hotspots unwittingly. Someone was selling and we were in the mood to buy. Those are the cheapies. The penny beliefs. We don’t put much heart into those….they’re more like a collection. Look, see? I once believed in this and this and look over there, I believed in that too! Like cheap perfume or wine, penny beliefs are worn by those who stopped seeking their soul. The given Ups. We line them up and show them off like diplomas of merit but they are empty. Just facades covering a layer of nothing. Our heart isn’t there. Our emotions aren’t there. Plastic-y filler frauds that we stuff our personas with. Then there are the midrange beliefs. The “Ya, I hear ya’s”. Where you feel a tickle that wafts past your higherself and your body does a doubletake while your mind is in a foreign land. Jerked to reality to the strangeness of a familiar yet unknown ness… your body, aching and tired, seeks a final rest and to that end, it will enlighten you of its own free will, unbeknownst to yours. I call this Quickening. A somewhat forced mind journey or learning….book upon book, page upon page, dissection upon dissection. Analyzing as the knowledge is assimilated and integrated. The happenstances. The serendipities.

 

The highest beliefs are those we choose to wear as our cloaks throughout life and the new strives we seek to meet. Our core. The cores themselves can be altered by removing the ness around them. The more you remove, the more the core shape is altered compared to the spot above it or below it. Like say, a chicken thigh bone. You will typically not eat it to the bone and there will be chicken in various tears and shreds remaining up and down the bone in varying sizes and shapes…..Oh….or an apple core!!! They say we are a torus field…..folding in upon itself continually……to me, if it did this while the core was shifting….. (the bites) would be like musical notes playing a symphony of life. The everchanging dunes of sand. I often wonder if life is a song. The beliefs we have are molded and grasped….from the platter of assorted goods offered to mankind. They attach to us like skin and create the layers of us all. They can weigh us down and make us so large we waddle, as we reach for a belief that is sparkling at us. It is glinting in the sun….nearly blinding us as we stretch and stretch, trying to reach what we’ve been told is unreachable. Ahh, the strives. Those beliefs we WISH we could believe!!! Fairies were a choice I chose to choose. I asked. I told. I begged even. Please, help me believe in fairies! I want to believe in fairies! I walked through a decade of fairy wants and wishes until one day, after giving up….I found some hair. It was such a sacred gift. So sacred that it is unholdable. It is made of the same stuff as butterflies…..that blows away in the breeze.  So sacred that its magic ebbs and it retreats to the unconscious.

 

Oh, lest I forget the self believes!!! What is your self believing about you right now? That you’re fat? Thin? A caregiver? A daredevil? A hero? A fake? A wannabe? A queen, a sad one, tough one, wise one, smartass, shit mower, shit digger, shit leveler, healer close, healer far, inventor, savior????? Grab  your old believes and tie them to the side for a minute please. Now….look around. See any conceit laying around? Or floating? No, I am not speaking to you who have it all….I am speaking to those who are struggling…reaching. So….find any conceit? How bout from a guy on tv? Facebook? Ok…..energetically reach out and grab some in your hands. Put it on like lotion. Put a lot on your wing area and your throat to free your voice. Now ponder. Ponder about you. Is there any part of you that’s cool? That you like? Tell it so!!! Right now, I am so in love with my mind…..I see the beauty of the intricacy and depth. I am so beautiful. I was created perfectly…to be me…..therefore I am perfect. Enjoy for a moment that there’s something special about you. Something loveable. I personally can no longer define myself and I’m sorrowed that I ever tried. The vastness of me has been squeezed into a tiny box for eons. I am popping out folks. I understand now that I can be what I want to be. They said it all along, but until your heart understands, its gibberish. I always had a fear of being public. Or fame. Loss of privacy and for a hermit that’s not good. I am now seeking a new experience. I’m done with that one.  I’ve never been outrageous before……!!! Maybe I will try that belief on and see how it fits!

 

I watched the new Noah movie last night. Perfectly divinely timed of course. Finally some perspective that feels right. And boy does it make sense. This whole thing with me began with a hypnosis session where I saw Noah and thought I was Noah….I am indeed connected to the rainbow……but no, not Noah. I see now why the reference. What is going on with me….is just like Noah.  Not like Jesus, or Mary….but like Noah. Oh, don’t get me wrong…..my higher self is who it is regardless of what I say or do…………but………see, the story of them, is a story of them. The story of Noah, is really the story of God asking something of Noah. Would Noah have the faith to do so? Would he have faith at least as big as a mustard seed? Could he have faith? Could he believe that a flood was coming to the desert and a world sized boat was needed? Could he believe the animals would arrive 2 by 2? Would he spend his hard earned money? His time? His days? His life….to do what was asked? Ya….me and Noah got a lot in common. Seriously, what would you do if you heard a voice from a burning bush or a voice from the sky say to build an ark? What would you do? I obeyed. What have I had to spend? My enlightenment quicker, thats all.. In order to do and teach and enlighten…..I must return to 3d to do so. My peace……I now fear peoples reactions, thereby lowering my frequency. Ya, see, I give up that and I gave up a lifetime of peace…..knowing this was coming. I fretted. I fretted my whole life. Noah didn’t have that part at least. At least his was a sudden happening and not a lifelong wait then oh shit when the ending was in sight. Don’t you see? I could be happily minding my own business falling in love with bugs and butterflies but we chose you. We. God and me. (Goddaia and me) Signing off in Costa Rica where one huge monetary festival is leaving the building and another tiny baby one is being birthed….may it remain humble to its servants, three earthquakes in one day crack the houses, and I am most definitely being steered away from this particular land….not necessarily the country…..and where I make no moves on my own….I follow God.So if you don’t like what I’m saying, blame Him/Her.  Lovelove…  Oh and PS….  OMTIMES.com Says DON”T have any believes for any who say they are Jesus or an Ascended Master. They say that if it was a real Incarnation, the human would not tell. Their deeds would tell. Well honey, not if you’re old and just found out!!! Time is of the essence!!! So what’s up with the closed mind, eh OmTIMES?

Be   Lie   Ve   To exist….in a lie….of free choice        Believe. We cannot know the truth of anything except the numbers….the rest is basically a playground….in the school of LIFE.

 

Psss….Ascension/Enlightenment UPDATE and SYMPTOMS: for those who buy these beliefs…

I have reached IT several times. It is a state of all knowing. I drop down with 3d thoughts. I experience pain in the neck area as if my head is too heavy for my neck to hold. Also, in between the shoulder blades where the wings would attach. Quite achy. There is also a constant state of grog. Fuzz   .Oh ya…..vice versa…I rise with 5d thoughts.

oops….and….to any who are wondering, the heart/adrenaline/lung issue was HEALED Thursday night as a gift from God. Not all my ailments, but that one cuz it was a lesson ailment. AND……………..Dear Ex Mom, every single blog I write….now hears your voice….it’s too long, nobody has time to read it.   I got it now, thanks….and I choose instead to write as much as I want to write and if a person doesn’t have time or inclination or desires, then they can click out as easily as they clicked in. What an unnecessary censorship. I hereby free myself and don’t give a hoot about the wordcount!!! Leave already!!!  Haha, but the juiciest bits drip at the end!!!

a butterfly hurricane…

Man, I cannot tell you how weird this all is for me. I was leading a beautiful life and I still am, it’s just that it changed. Like, suddenly my focus is about girls. Women. Feminine. God. A year ago it was goats!!! Then it was God and mushrooms, then God, mushrooms, bugs and birds and now this. But this one feels like work. Like a debate topic I’ve been instructed to take on. You know, where you get told a topic and you have to give both sides, both arguments. Passion for it has overtaken me. I became interested in ’06 after the wintersolsticeexperience. Before that I was just your typical misfit female posterchild for abuse. A female victim. A child unloved. The combination was horrid. Because I was unloved, I became a victim….like a magnet draws what pulls toward it. And now look at me. Playing Jesus Mary and their mom! It’s just silly. I tell God all the time. This is so silly. Sure, I understand the premise…but I just don’t see what power I have. I can’t even get people to read this. I guess even if I can’t get any of the new earth ideas implemented, I have at least put a question on some minds. Maybe that’s enough. I’ve flapped my wings…have I flapped enough to cause a hurricane across the oceans? See, I’m trying to get out of it. Again! Nothing new. There’s too much angst with this drama. And drama is 3d. Ohhhhhhh. Ok. Ok jeeze.

   
    
  

If I were brave….truly brave, I’d have whipped myself up some unGodly outfit and flown to some drastic place and stood on a corner, spilling my truth. That’s brave. My real truth at the moment is that I’ve had a bit of fear come back into me lately. That snake incident, it shook me. Then I wanted to go to snakeland and hold some to get over it and I haven’t yet…all I know is, I’m not as brave. I won’t admit it to myself though. Yayaya, just did, I know. I’m calling it…”I’m obviously supposed to be thinking about the feminine instead of mushrooming”. Obviously. Chickenshit. Haha…..I’ll give myself a wee bit of slack though. I’ve got other angst’s goin. Lined up, ready to test my enlighten’dness. Which as I told you, is a yoyo….but hey…it’s a yoyo!!!!!! Yippeeeee!!!!! 16 years to get this far. Slow go but speeding up. And besides, going outside is not so fun a lot of the time. I am so connected to every piece of the land that it breaks my heart daily to see what has been destroyed. Simple raking or weedwhacking is devastating. It is truly as if there is a camera on me and all of my places, my favorite cool spots to take photos of either bugs or mushrooms, becomes a dumping ground for the gardener. Every one. Well, cept for the logs…..but he weedwhacks them till they hide nothing. Any other time and I would take it as a sign to leave. I’m holding out for my daughter. Plus I do love it here. Oh…I can yimmyyammy……I feel very alone here. I feel very alone there.

 

If thine eye be single, the whole body will be full of light.(I just heard that phrase, I like it) Whatever name I use, the goal is the same. More light. More people with light. Less suffering. So….could it be that I am reaching Christ Consciousness and not at all a member of the Jesus family? Of course. I’m a human dissecting images and thoughts. It’s always possible that I’m interpreting the messages wrong. However, while I tell you that for your reassurance….. I yam what I yam. Go Popeye. Who knew? The simple act of wanting to help……is in itself, a desire. The illusion. Its two schools at war. End the illusion and rise above it with no thoughts and creating our universe with our thoughts.  See how complicated this is? And I haven’t even mentioned Catholicism or Christianity or any other religion. Just the simple act of thought. Ha, nothing simple about thought. It requires a college level though, so you best be enrolling soon.

 

Signing off at Quebradas Costa Rica where the church is pink, the sound of a fruit falling from a tree is thunderous and startling…and a hundred parrots come for afternoon tea. LoveLove PS…what do you call an oddity like me? Call me Mama, like always.

PSS….Tolstoy was wrong. He said no one does. Well, I do. He said everyone wants to change the world but no one wants to change themselves. I have so proven him wrong.