SPLENDA and others … insecticide so it kills all of your gut bacteria, good and bad…. everything. And it’s in many of the “health” food isle products, like fancy electrolytes, collagen powders, “sugar free” protein shakes, jellies, custards etc… in so much stuff it’s crazy! So, READ LABELS
Both MMR vaccines, MMR II (Merck) and PRIORIX (GSK), can cause measles like reactions in over 6% of those who received the vaccines as noted in the clinical trial data for PRIORIX.
Where is the media?
(Applies to abusive women too)
Some men don’t just lie—
they sculpt themselves
into dreams,
shadows taking shape in
the form of your desires.
They watch you, study you,
learn the rhythm
of your heartbeat,
the pauses in your voice,
the way your eyes light up
at certain words.
And then they become him—
the man you’ve been waiting for,
the answer to every silent wish.
At first, you hesitate.
You’ve heard the stories,
you know better.
But they are patient,
so terribly patient—
never rushing, never pushing,
just… being.
Like water, they flow
into every empty space,
fitting so perfectly into the
cracks you never knew you had.
So, you trust.
You exhale.
You open your heart
like a locked diary,
letting them trace their fingers
over every delicate page.
You feel safe.
You feel seen.
You feel home.
And you never stop to ask—
is this love,
or is this an illusion?
But illusions do not last.
And masks,
no matter how carefully crafted,
always slip.
It starts in whispers.
Small, almost imperceptible
shifts in tone,
subtle contradictions in stories
once told with such certainty.
The warmth begins to cool.
The tenderness starts to fade.
And then, one day, you see it—
a flicker, a crack,
the briefest glimpse
of something hollow and dark
beneath the surface.
The man you loved is not real.
He never was.
He was only a carefully
painted image,
a work of art created with
deception and manipulation.
And the moment you
see through him,
the moment you pull back—
the monster awakens.
Because narcissists do
not lose with grace.
They do not accept exposure,
do not bow their
heads and walk away.
No—when the truth
corners them,
they twist, they lash,
they rewrite history
with a venomous tongue.
The man who once adored you,
worshiped you,
now speaks your
name like a curse.
You are too sensitive.
You are too needy.
You are the problem.
The villain in the story
they now tell the world.
And the worst part?
For a moment, you believe it.
You replay every moment,
dissect every word,
searching for where
you went wrong.
How could I be so blind?
How did I not see?
Maybe I do have
bad taste in men?
But no.
You were not blind.
You were not foolish.
You did not fall for the wrong man—
you fell for a mirage,
a ghost in human form.
And when the mask fell,
when the illusion crumbled,
you were never looking at love.
You were staring into the face
of something soulless,
something that never
knew love at all….
Phoenix Rising – Still I Rise
Meme via Phoenix Rising-Still I Rise private, confidential group.
Link: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1712819162211673
Grief
Love with no where to go
Imagine living with a scream inside you.
And the scream is yours.
And no one else hears it.
That is grief.
Imagine living with a scream inside you—a scream that is yours alone.
It’s loud, it’s piercing, and it reverberates through every part of your being.
And yet, no one else hears it.
Grief can make the world feel so distant.
You might be in the middle of a conversation,
but your mind is elsewhere, caught in that scream.
What does a silent scream even sound like?
What would it sound like if someone else could hear it?
Perhaps it isn’t really a scream but a feeling
with sound, one so raw, so painful, so excruciating
that there are no words to describe it,
so it becomes a sound, a noise, a vibration
that rages through our entire body, screaming,
The scream of grief.
I see the racist connection in most of what’s going on currently .
Listening to the effort to shut down education it feels like elitist want it done.
Their kids being safe in private schools and racism still being rampant, to disadvantage those children of color . I’ve heard it from GOP friends past . I’ve lived with a man who was in the closet about this ; in his family and that of friends , Afro Americans were servants !
They put me in the mode of servitude as well.
As an observer of this all my life and
as an 8 th grader who saw the inclusion
of Afro Americans , I take note of what’s
going on.
I am a woman , considered a minority
by a patriarchal ideology that never served
or supported me .
I heard it in the potential date who stated
” we gave you minorities
blacks and women the right
to vote , what else do you want ?”
I knew it as the wife of a man whose family
reputation was everything , and totally
supported the effort to un alive me to
fit their narrative .
The 4th was the date I pledged my life
to dark shadow , masking a highly
distorted soul … 48 years
I’m very Thankful to have survived !
Every man hopes to have a good woman by his side, but many don’t realize that women with genuine hearts come with real, powerful emotions. They feel everything deeply, love with intensity, and give their whole heart to the people they care about.
A good woman is loyal to the core, but her tender heart means she can also become frustrated, hurt, or emotional when something doesn’t feel right. This isn’t a sign of weakness—it’s simply because she cares so deeply.
Sure, she might have her moody days, but one thing is certain: when a good woman loves you, it’s a rare, precious kind of love. It’s a love you won’t find anywhere else. Value it.
Love isn’t the issue. It never was.
People walk away from relationships not because they stop loving, but because they get tired of trying alone. Love can only do so much when one person is carrying all the weight, doing all the work, and holding things together while the other just assumes they’ll always be there.
You can love someone deeply and still feel lonely next to them. You can love them and still feel unheard, unseen, unappreciated. Love doesn’t replace effort. It doesn’t make up for broken promises, empty apologies, or the times they made you feel like you were asking for too much; when all you wanted was to feel valued.
Relationships don’t fail because love disappears. They fail because effort does. Because someone stops choosing the other. Because comfort turns into neglect.
So if you want to keep love alive, don’t just say it; show it. Be consistent, be present, and make them feel like they matter.
Because at the end of the day, love without effort is just a beautiful excuse.
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