Busy working through a constant challenge, yesterday certain responses from my sons or lack of response, led me to ask the question: who am I to you? We spend an awful lot of time seeking answers to life, when the most important question is being ignored. We have a snack cupboard and yesterday I discovered that the house has more snack than actual groceries and why? The snack are packed in a cupboard, I never open! So I keep buying, and the snack box is growing and no one is snacking because we never look in the genius place my husband selected to "hide" the snack. He is a genius. It hit me as I was sharing this with our family group and silence! Not one reply. Now we all have freedom of choice and we all get to decide do we comment or just let things slide. Lack of interest in each other is what is driving us silently insane. My best friend, BFF, is my best friend because when we need each other, we drop what we doing and we are there for each other. I can keep trying to communicate with you, but if you choose to shut me out, then do you think my receptors are interpreting that as a reaction? I don't take it personally, I used too. OMG/GMO how I used too. But I learned that we all are at different places at different times, but here's the thing: we get to choose our response and if I am your mother and if you love me, you would choose a response that reflects this. If I am feeling neglected or loved, something has happened....hours: Ours? Time. Time exists only because we have places to be, people to meet and things to do = ours and becomes Hours! We create time! If we choose to sit still, five o cloc would still roll along, but at our pace! We dictate what happens and when. A mass awakening and a world wide out pouring of love would stop hate in it's tracks, why? because we cannot go where there is no map, no destiny. Everything that is happening and has happened to you has happened because you willed it into being! I know because I created my today. I created this moment! Everything I have experienced, every moment of joy and bliss, was created with intent, I wanted it! We don't want our current lives, so start creating what we want and start understanding who we are and what we mean to each other. I know my boys love me, but I have a secret fear of dying, because life is so precious and because They know this and can take it from us at any moment. I want to fill the world with love and I want my sons to know they are loved and please love me! Walk beside me, please i am so tired of running after you, please stop and walk beside me. I am a person and I am alive here and now, don't cry when those ashes are poured into the sky, no tears, for we have memories! Life is precious, they are my gift, my joy, my happiness. Who are we to each other? Listen to good music, and I want to thank David Icke, because he opened my eyes to this new world and he made me ask myself some soul searching questions. I love him unconditionally, though he maybe many things, he is those things because that's who he needed to be in order to survive! Pure acceptance does not weigh and measure, it says, thank you for being a blessing in my life and thank you for making me think. When someone sits down to play chess with us, do we hate that opponent? No, we thank them for teaching us. We are receptors and we are receiving, decoding and transmitting energy all day long. My son removed the plug from my tumble dryer in order to save electricity! Are you kidding me? Seriously? Look I don't care about much, I will walk to buy my groceries, go without groceries, I don't care, but I like soft towels! I will die defending my right to have soft towels and now we all have standards and loves. Some want a drink, some can't live without their cigarettes and others need soft towels! He won't go to the doctor, a waste of money! he won't buy beer, a waste of money! Well tell me Master, Sir, why are we living? My dogs have been put on a diet....this is extreme madness! Sell it all and build me a hut and then the world will accept me, I shall be no longer privileged because my husband worked his ass off so I could have soft towels! He is privileged, he is skilled, he worked, long hard hours to acquire his knowledge! Hours=Ours, do you know how much shit he had to eat from his bosses to have what he has acquired? And he doesn't have them, they belong to the damn bank, they on loan! But to explain it, means you lack the ability to grasp to begin with, so this is all wasted space. Judgement and Condemnation, boy the world is riddled with it, like a cancer it spreads among us and is corrupting the very foundations of my family! So the bottom line is: who am I to you? When we start loving each other: things change!
The White Parties. The media reports that Diddy's ventures were making him ridiculously rich!!! When you stop laughing we will get down to the fact that the FBI has based their case on the fact that every single dime Diddy made was off Jack and Dianne. Not two American kids growing up in the heartland, no Jack and Di are living it up at the white parties, as stars flock to the laughter, room 19, they come face to face with pain, this is the god of this world. The life that is sucked away, stripped from the human that entered to emerge broken and never whole again. Blackmailed, living with fear and hungry to stay relevant current and attend the white parties. Listening to the podcasts on YouTube, it becomes blatant as those channel his innocence, but Diddy is no innocent man. The pizza parties and the plastic Diddy instructed his crew to destroy only confirmed to those who listen and watch exactly what went down in the tunnels and why these...
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