On life & Misappropriation via 11:11

Phew, got there in the end. Website domain name is changed, sorted things like DNS and CNAME tech stuff, and have the previous domain still active and redirecting to the new one for a while at least.

Why the name change? Who knows and why not. It's a clean window, a cutting of anchors, an unpinning of timestamps, an unfettering of many points of attempted communication over close to 3 years.

There is barely a thing I can think of to share or write about or emanate. I just seem to go around in circles, like a rodent directed by angled mirrors to keep taking the same pathways, only the pathways are cascading thoughts, and I know that there is a bigger me outside the maze doing something less repetitive and having more enlivening results from their efforts.

This week got bogged down after more time spent in the stream of the medical profession, ticking the boxes of conventional methods of maintaining this body suit according to the accepted institutes of health in this nation. Oiy - what a bizarre way to be well. I actually thought and felt I was doing well and had made significant progress until I subjected myself to the 'professionals'. More oiy.

There has got to be a way to float in a stream of 'ok' and just ride out the onslaught of 'life experience' without getting too invested in how it makes me feel - which today is pretty shitty.

My head space 'whoevers' said to me rather randomly this week that 'there are two types of being on this planet, and you are not one of them.' Ok says I. So none of these beings around me are actually my people, which is why their ways of living just aren't working for me. I did ask what the two types are, but there was not much of an expanded description on that.

So I'm in one of their bodysuits, but I am not one of them, and the interface between me and this suit is lacking a great deal of sophistication.

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Ok, am back, went for a walk to see if I could shift the heavies. It helped a bit. I could see that it was easier to walk today than it was last September when I was barely shuffling. So there is evidence of progress. It will not be fast like I want it to be. I will not look like a ripped athlete in 100 days (or 1000 days or ever this lifetime). I will be at it persistently possibly another 2 or so years before I start feeling the result I really want, which is being able to move muscle groups without screaming pain and then an energy drain. Each moment of movement is another position attained in a quest to rediscover a waistline and teach this body how to move fluidly. I think I got the Beta Test Model of body/spirit prototype biosuits. Sooooo hoping for an upgrade soon like.

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Ok, back again, next day. In the midst of manifesting an EA drawing. It references the 11:11 frequency dialogue. Specifically, it is an opportunity to detach from all mis-appropriation of personal energies into the 11:11 data stream. Who is overseeing these frequency data collection dumps??? How much thought do you put into investigating the origins and locations of these concepts? A benign god? Angels? Spirit guides and ascended masters? Who are they when they're not wearing their costumes for the Play?

11:11 is binary code and at the base of your patterning as you emanate into this reality from the zero point of your consciousness singularity for the Earth/physical lifeform experience. It is a frequency on which you begin the manifestation process for etheric thoughtforms. Who do you want to have the oversight for that?