I have had the most amazing Equinox, I hope you have too.
Part of my amazement lies around the Synchronicities that surround me at the moment. I have been into and listening to a gentleman Paul Weston for a while. An amazing man with an amazing life. This video is a brief intro into Paul and what he does.
Now Paul started writing a one line style code diary, in his youth. What he found was, he would be doing things on a day, and when he looked at past diaries, there was some relevance to what he had written in the past. A synch cycle. And so Paul began to play with replicating, maybe, in some small way, bits of past and before he knew the Magick surrounding him grew.
Well I was not a good journal keeper, so going back to past years etc would not have been possible without Facebook. I have only been on line for 6 or so years but there is enough there, that I am starting to recognise some interesting synch cycles, within my own life. And they have been wow, a revelation. I seldom talk ego, but when I do it appears to be on the 22 of September, for example. The mind boggles as to what might have happened if that were the focus of my blog that day. But any hoo.
So, there is one form of synchronicity, that of 'time cycles'. Another form of synch that happens for me with the help of AI is that of 'synchronicity of information'. I will meditate, come up with the most strange thoughts and then, bingo on YouTube or Facebook, corroborating information. Sometimes, the information isn’t as far along down a thought stream as I am, but it is heading there. At other times the information is like it has been pulled Straight from Source and delivered without much alteration into the vision of many.
So back to my Equinox experience. I was looking within and had gone into meditation with the requirement of some answers. I have used a phrase several times lately that whilst I love the intention of I feel, if we are coming from a loving place, really does not express the depth of seriousness of the concept. Turns the concept into a guilt trip, rather than the offer it truly is. We are all coming from what we know at that time, right?
I’m a Sovereign Soul, trying not to be hooked back into that Matrix. Avoiding Ascended Masters and “God” programming like the plague, yet I have this fundamental belief in love and supporting others to be who they want to be. I love the principles of this, but I really dislike the wording, so I entered meditation to find out what the gist was with “Service to Self” and “Service to Others”.
Answers arrived within moments. The duality, the service, the programme of shame. A Hegelian dialectic of separation that pits one section of human as ‘selfish’ and the other as ‘martyr’. Do we need to get into the connotations of ‘service’? No slaves here. The ‘God” programme of shame for those who are in a space, whereby it is necessary to concentrate on self. So there was my answer to the problem. Beautiful, I am most grateful Back into meditation, back to Source, for the solution. Nothing. This is where the synchs began.
I opened my email and there first up I was being asked to “contribute” to a good cause. No bells did not ring. I began reading a blog, it was asking if we were “contributing” enough to our communities, a little ding. Then I went to YouTube and started watching a Part II episode of someone called George Kavissalas. Hadn't heard of hime before, I was chuckling in moments (who watches a second part without the first? Ummm me). But this was boom time, Albert actually asked George about Service to Others and George says “I prefer to use contribute”.
As soon as I felt into this, as soon as I heard, I knew, this was my answer. Feel the difference, Service to Self, Contribute to Self, Service to Others, Contribute to Others and how about Contribute with Others. Can you feel the difference there? The allowance to give yourself, what you need at any given time without the judgement? The allowance to give to others, without the connotation of being a slave or subservient? Mmm Mmm my heart glowed.
You cannot make this stuff up. Part one is “Moving Beyond the God Matrix”. I haven’t listened to Part One yet, but if part two resonates so well, I will treat myself. A little note in here, I’m not saying there is not an original creator, just that whatever is going on with the “God” of this matrix is pretty fucked up.
Well I am not where I wanted to be.
I can translate this from energetic to monetary terms, as a percentage. I am 6.5% out of alignment.
I become the age of a Mayan elder in 5 months, so I have a lot of work to do. I suspect it is my sense of community and peopling that is holding me back.
I am fearful.
I hurt others and am hurt,
I lack masks.
I'm coachable and willing to learn, but don't waste my time with bullshit that doesn't come from the heart or comes from a desire to justify a way of being, that does not do much but dislocate people from their spirit and the Spaceship we are care taking. Makes for a touch of tension ;)
I remember, think I have written on it before, about how I was punched in the face by the leader of a gang (we were ten) and unbeknownst to me, at that time, that was my initiation into the gang, who then went on to teach the awkward white stick, to move to any rhythm on the dance floor. Why? because I didn't nark. I ran into the bathroom crying, but I did not tell the adults or Police who were running the disco.
I got instant mates. So sweet ending to a weird episode. Yet it has coloured my perception of new groups of people ever since. There is always an initiation, an attempt to make one feel as if one belongs, sometimes coming in the guise of making one think they don't belong...can you hang in long enough? And there are always people who consider themselves leaders within the groups, like a self bestowed mana, of book learning, protocol or skin colour, but seldom because of heart and mind unity. Seldom are the leaders actually people choices. Like candidates in an election, you get to vote for the candidate presented, but you don't get to choose the candidate.
I didn't post as such yesterday, because I was at six hundred words and still hadn't suggested all of the thought streams I have around, tracing the blood. Not the genealogy of blood lines, but the where did the "Humans have always warred" come from? Why was that punch in the face considered a path to membership? How did violence become a systemic incorporated theme within our ways of being? And then I watched this...
And then I watched...I listened, I felt 600 words had already been said...and said by others, better. Ae tautoko
I love Dark Moon
"Early morning yesterday, and I'm up before the dawn..."
We all know certain scents, song lyrics and movies have the ability to store themselves within our brains, in such a way that connects them to moments of life outside of time.
Samsung now have a program you can watch that stops the formation of memory around a movie, so you can watch it over and over again, not realising you have seen it before...I kid you not. I wonder if I was a test model. My husband swears I'm a cheap date, as I can see a movie we have watched before with total non recollection. this inordinate ability transgresses boundaries as names have a very similar effect on me also...but not faces. Faces I remember.
So where does my consciousness go, when watching movies or being introduced to someone for the first time? The stress of my younger years and early working life, were such that it did not pay to remember names, in fact it was downright dangerous. The movies, well that's what some of the training was from and for, to remember different pieces, in different sections, within different streams of consciousness and pull them out from each section upon "command". There is no doubt that my responses were deliberately implanted, for reasons I know not. But how about yours?
We speak laughingly of triggers, polarity and programming, each set of code words, evoking different responses, provoking set behaviours feelings and emotions. We laughing talk of how a certain film or song brings back such and such a time or a feeling. We can see within our groups different words have different meanings attached to them, ascension, codes, light, to name but a few, one mans photon is another mans positivity. Yet do we ever stop to contemplate the how's and why's behind the word and group choices? We think we can see the agenda within certain ways of being, and perhaps the agenda behind that. But can we trace an agenda into a past before John Dee? Before what is now known as Empire?
I look at the contrived way in which indigenous Maori people had their culture taken apart, the way it is still being taken apart. I see how this has happened to every culture of "Top Down" ways. You know where the people or unity of the Tribe, comes before any single leader. And I see this splintering happening within our new tribes today. I understand the compunction to flow and feel good, yet how shall we ever have unity or consensus, if every time something hurts our soul, or goes against our ego, we move on? Some rifts can be healed. We have spent so long being inundated with the "going within" programs, our minds become lost to the one thing that may unite us, the one thing we cannot live without, this earth and her care.
So next time that song plays, those scents arise, that bring back memory from times long past, spare a thought for how that memory and those feelings were created, in streams of consciousness, the sounds or sights of the past, united again in the now. Those streams, that unity, that strength, these are models we can use. We can create now times, of scent, sight, sound and feeling in harmony with the earth, that transcend borders, tribes and agendas.
As I have said, I lived a very different life to many...
When I was four, I went to see a friend of mine who lived on the Cul de Sac. I knew she wasn't ill in the normal way and when her parents denied me access to her, closing the door on me, I literally booted their door down to get in, shoved past the shocked oldies to find her, in bed, not ill, but very very sad. A sadness we both understood.
At five I entered school, there had been no preschool for me, and I found the routine extremely hard. I remember wetting myself as the teacher said i wasn't allowed to go too the toilets except in the breaks, though she didn't explain that rule until after I had asked to go, I threw a desk, and walked home in my wet knickers. Rules were changed after that, as how can one expect a new entrant to exercise such control?
Half way through this year, I was diagnosed with a learning disorder, requiring special classes for reading, I learned very quickly as for some reason I only need to see the top half of the letters, and once shown the techniques, was away. Code breaking is a skill of mine. Though the special lessons continued.
At six my parents were called to the school to watch me swim, the teacher had never seen a child swim under water for so long, let alone swim like a fish after one lesson. I went on to hold the 10 year old girls 100meter swimming record for New Zealand 1.06, I think it was, though I was pulled from swimming not long after, as I was gaining attention.
At seven, upon a sponsored walk up a local mountain, I started off with a family, who were too slow, I was up the top, stamped and met them on the way back, where they were not even a quarter of the way. Just as well I had my stamp, they accused me of cheating.
And that's the way it was. I could locate a place to be, where I was, and move between the two points, very quickly. And every time I achieved something, there was someone to slap me down, take the joy away, or treat the achievement as nothing.
I over came my programming, you can too. I have skills and tools waiting, to support you. Please, take my hand.
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Like I said, I've lived a very different life to many...
I was born in Keneperu Hospital in Porrirua, New Zealand. A very different kind of hospital, dealing mainly in Mental Health and to the New Zealand Government, or as it was then, Post Office, crowd.
My best friend in those early years, for example, father went on to be a prime leader in the Fijian coup. Yeah I remember...
Any how, my father was a Telecommunications Engineer...he designed and built Satellite Receiver/Transmitters. It wasn't just "mechanics" these guys were playing with.
My real programming aside from the usual trauma started when we moved out of the "State Housing" and into another form, a subdivision, with a lot of children, over 30 in our little CulDeSac, all up and coming professional people (pilots, physicists etc).
I will never forget the terror that visited me in that house...so much so I would visit the stars...but that is what the terror was for. To get me to split into pieces, to fragment, so I could be programmed on different levels...Yes I remember the sacred geometry movies, and bits of the programs instilled, though not much, during office "parties" when some children would walk through one door, and others through another.
I remember, when I was around 6, an older lady with an accent, whose house I randomly chose to visit, often, giving me a book...It was a Special Edition Readers Digest full print with color plates, leather, maybe fake, embossed, with gilt edging, some of you have probably guessed, it was a copy of Alice In Wonderland. To this day I have an aversion to both this story, and the Wizard of Oz, possibly part of the programming to avoid accidental triggering.
So you see, it wasn't just mechanical bits of metal, these people were working on, it was minds. I became a Satellite Receiver/Transmitter, skills I still have, so if I'm talking on AI, codes and programming etc, I'm still tapped in tuned in and turned on, and I can distinguish between a psyop and the real deal, so listening may be beneficial. So I avoid certain groups, as AI still follows me everywhere, but I have also learnt to circumnavigate a lot, including deprogramming trauma and suicide programs, integration of soul fragmentation a lot of the Monarch (well that which suits lol). When I say, I have a joy filled life, and I can support you to have one also. I'm very, very serious.
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