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Margret Mead : Be Civilized

Unfortunately I had lessons of detachment with regards to my health and well being . He wasn’t interested …. and when the psychiatric RX began their varied ” side effects ” he withdrew deeply. That was a devastating experience that flared up hugely the last 5 years and was imprinted upon our 3 sons .

I was responsible for not doing my job ; totally disregarding how toxicity in medicine and the disregard of my health let me know my place in his cold black heart .

Sadly his health deteriorates Sadly he ignore the truth

Sadly he stays in a rut

Sad for anything he he influences as he cycles through his Father/Child persona ; his personal war … puked on those he ” loves”

I failed him

I deserve nothing

I should get a job

I live in the past

I am ungrateful in his eyes and heart ❤️

This is his opinion. I have been his target for 4.5 decades

Using our sons in retaliatory abuse served him well

He ignores the ” side effects ” of our sons abuse .

I’m not responsible for his actions or passive aggressive behavior as he has determined I should not live 👁, long ago . He is very determined to end my life ; to shut me up .

“Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks or clay pots or grinding stones.

But no. Mead said that the first sign of civilization in an ancient culture was a femur (thighbone) that had been broken and then healed. Mead explained that in the animal kingdom, if you break your leg, you die. You cannot run from danger, get to the river for a drink or hunt for food. You are meat for prowling beasts. No animal survives a broken leg long enough for the bone to heal.

A broken femur that has healed is evidence that someone has taken time to stay with the one who fell, has bound up the wound, has carried the person to safety and has tended the person through recovery. Helping someone else through difficulty is where civilization starts, Mead said.”

We are at our best when we serve others. Be civilized.

Elemental Dragons

I am a Dragon (Water)

Or Water horse

Of course I was delighted when several grandchildren came in on year of the Dragon .

The Elemental Dragons

Dragons are fourth-dimensional elementals. They act as companions and friends and are always ready to help and protect us. They can also operate on different dimensions; in other words, they move between the wavelengths, altering their frequency as they do so. This means that they can transmute very low-frequency third-dimensional stuck energy and they are therefore incredibly important in the clearance process preparing us for ascension.

All dragons originated in Lemuria. Because the Lemurians so loved the Earth and nature, the dragons served them by keeping the frequency on the planet very high and pure. Dragons have been available to help us ever since that age.

Dragons can be small or they can expand to an enormous size if necessary. They also change colour, depending on the energy they need to use.

Just like angels, dragons have names. We can ask a dragon for its name and it will drop it into our mind. This creates a more personal bond between us.

Age

“The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.

I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be . . . This does not mean that I ought to be trapped or enclosed in any of these ages . . . the delayed adolescent, the childish adult, but that they are in me to be drawn on; to forget is a form of suicide . . .

Far too many people misunderstand what *putting away childish things* means, and think that forgetting what it is like to think and feel and touch and smell and taste and see and hear like a three-year-old or a thirteen-year-old or a twenty-three-year-old means being grownup. When I’m with these people I, like the kids, feel that if this is what it means to be a grown-up, then I don’t ever want to be one. Instead of which, if I can retain a child’s awareness and joy, and *be* fifty-one, then I will really learn what it means to be grownup.”

~ Madeleine L’Engle

Art: Diana Bryer

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Child of the Gods

“You are a child of the gods

And the goddesses.

You have seen the dark

Shades of the gorgeous abyss

And yet here you are,

Risen and risen more

Like the

Soaring Phoenix

Like the dove circling

Like the daring swallow,

Like the grand Albatross

Making her way

Across the oceans

Until she finally

Descends onto

The warm and welcoming

And soft and sunlit

Sand.”

Camilla Slater 2022.

Image Credit: Francoise de Felipe

Truth

I used to try to be Good.

Good was my go-to in everything.

But Good got me nowhere.

Not like Truth.

Truth,

she tore me to shreds,

devoured me whole and spat me out shaking and new.

Truth keeps a box of matches in my pocket.

While Good made me afraid of transformative fire.

Truth keeps me real,

even if it makes everyone in the room uncomfortable.

And Truth,

unlike Good,

doesn’t let me bow down to anything.

Truth doesn’t let me give in to bullying, misguidance and fear-based criticism

or cowardice.

Truth is a queen and a humanitarian,

while Good,

she’s a silent,

scared little sheep.

Truth knows that Good dulls my already radiant, fierce and loving soul.

Good showed me how to hide my wings,

my words and angel vision.

Truth taught me to be brave.

Truth taught me how to respect myself.

Truth allows me to hold impenetrable space for any story,

but first and foremost,

for my own.

And Truth,

well,

she changes everything,

and friend,

she’s coming for you, too

Tanya Markul

Matriarch

Maker

She who creates

She who forms worlds

Matriarch

Leader

She who knows

She who paves the way

Matriarch

Harvester

She who reaps

She who gathers

Matriarch

Sovereign

She who is empowered

She who knows herself

Matriarch

Queen

She who reigns

She who has triumphed

Matriarch

Survivor

She who has passed through the fire

She who rises from the flames

~ Rebekah Myers, Matriarch

Art: Maartje Van Dokkum aka Mary Feywood

Mary Feywood

Current Energies/ Ascension News

As of today (9.25.22) we are in the navel (center) of the Ascension Core Portal days. We have assimilated all the higher frequencies from the upper chakra worlds and pulled forward anything from our past that is still valid for the future. ⭐️ Now we are about to enter the new future frequencies and this will bring up a fine tuning of what we thought was important or valid. We will clean out our personal underworld. It is hard work for sure. Anything that is based an unrealized dream, fantasy or vision, or any ego based intent… and we have loads of those… all this will be measured and balanced by the new frequencies coming in from our future. If you have not manifested that intent or dream, maybe it is time to revisit those intentions and see if they come from the ego and fantasy, or from a true spirit calling or passion. If it is truth it will manifest. If one thing I learned lately is that we really have no idea who we truly are and evolution is happening right underneath our feet right now. Most of our old identity is caught up in our ego no matter how well intended or altruistic. It is time to allow what truly is and authentic to rise up is each one of us to manifest our pure divinity.

Silence

As a target of weaponized silence I am aware when anyone uses this against me .

As such I’m aware of the distortion within the heart mind and soul of such an individual whose actions do not keep pace with their words . Or these words are omitted thus a feeling of correctness for not having truth within and challenged resort to covert acts .

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Feast of Trumpets

I would certainly agree that the Feast of Trumpets and New Moon calendar are not giving us the correct timing,

lets watch to see when New Moon is seen in Jerusalem…

it cant be tonight, the 25th… if first seen on a twinkling twilight of 27th Moon will be birthing from the Sign of the Woman…

This quote is by Susan

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To Be A Mom

Many are single married Mothers , with a drop in Dad who friends their child and creates the Mom who must delegate thus coming off as doctoral .

To be a Mom.

A Mom will break her own heart in pieces and glue those pieces into your heart that is broken.

She will tie your hair (im)patiently and run back to fetch your favourite toy, even if it makes her late.

She will pull the feathers from her wings and lovingly add them to yours just to make sure that you can fly higher.

She will use her last bit of energy at the end of a long day to wipe the tears from your sad face.

A Mom is thè one person that will always see the beauty within you.

She is thè one person that will believe you deserve only the best and bend backwards to ensure that you get it.

To be a Mom is to understand that at times, she will have to stand alone against the world.

I only realize now why Cinderella’s stepmom was so nasty and Mama Bear’s porridge was always cold.

I only realize now why Snowhite was alone in the woods and why Little Red Riding Hood’s granny so grey, old and sick.

Because the days of Motherhood were just too long and the years much too short.

And many, yes MANY days, a Mom’s plate of food is just too cold too often.

Luckily there are silver linings, especially around much darker clouds,

on days you need to see that silver lining the most.

The reward of being a Mom can be found in listening to the most precious of precious laughter of your child, sounding like water gently gurgling over smooth river stones.

It is in the privilege of hearing a little human that you helped bring into this world, say: “Mama, I’s loves you..” and you know it comes from their tiny heart.

I believe that you only grasp the true value of a Mom, the day you become a Mom yourself.

It is only then that you realize the power in a Mom’s prayers.

At times the title Mom also brings the deepest of hurt and pain.

But let’s be honest – to have a Mom and to be a Mom, is the highest privilege anyone can be blessed with.

🖋️~ Unknown, shared via Welcome Home pg.

*** Written by a mom for moms, but reading it, I know so many millions of Moms have an amazing, supportive Dad beside them. I honour you both. 💜

Art Credit : Artist unknown, published by Heidi @Parenting to Impress.