Am having an extended 'ET phone home' moment. Want to be at Home, not really knowing what or where that is, other than not physically where I am right now experiencing existence from the point of perception of an anchored mind.
I could go read a book, and will in a short while. Yes, I am actually reading a thing with beginning, middle and end, and many pages in between. And my brain has not yet oozed out my eyes. Progress.
My previous post 'The Love Ocean', was in part precipitated by a recent experience in a forum of people working on their ascension credits. It got rough, and I thought I had just said something pretty mild, yet the responding dialogue was bizarre in its aggressive presumption. This wtf exchange coincides with a shark pit of social media stupidity I have been watching within what is being called the UFOlogy subculture. I went diving into it because the debates and pious opinions have been making a clanging din on the etherwebs, which makes subtle energy work so much more labour intensive for the large mind incoming.
Overall, I am working hard to find sustainable ways to not be drawn into theses dumb-arse conflict scenarios. I suspect that many 'woke' folk have no idea how much humanity shares a mind. Joy. The minds capable of holding conversation where someone doesn't start tossing shade on other's 'ascension status' or their 'positive pathway ladder position' appear to be in hiding; hunkered down in their homes avoiding 'awokeness' pageants like a man-made plague.
In the personality image which presently writes, I keep hailing any passing spheres, asking if they're headed out of the local solar cluster, and can I tag along? But so far they all look as dazed as anyone else. I guess we really are committed to the long haul.
I was listening to Missy Elliot, Brandy and Teyana Taylor and wishing I'd taken a bigger chunk out of life. Wish I'd been more vivacious, less awkward; more fluid, less 80's robot. From the perspective of this feeling, I view that I have spent my days recording knowledge useless to anyone but possibly me, doing astral work I barely understand and questioning the pathway, as I do frequently - it's a part of the process.
So hence around I come to the desire to phone Home and maybe order up a teleport.
Bell-bottom corduroy flares may be what I need right now, in bottle green with paisley on the reverse side. Now that's a technological marvel, reversible pants, options. Fark, I've been trying so hard to figure my life out that I have neglected to keep a pair of flared pants in my wardrobe for the past 42 years.
I am starting to listen back through my hundreds of recorded audio sessions. Might take me a while. Feels as though I require to remind myself of something by looking behind me. I spend so much energy of focus pushing forward. There is encouragement to be received from the me of 2015, before 5 years of tossing through tumultuous mind flows.
Seeing the streams of continuity in what I have been saying for myself over years is also of benefit. The USA is presently looking very like what I saw it heading for a couple years back, as is Europe. Waiting on the increased land disruptions for the Americas. They still appear to be slated for two probable significant crust moving events. The toxin in that space either comes out via the human emotional eruptions or via the land.
People who say they are 'woke' like to keep shoving their shit down into the earth core with the concept that the core consciousness just transmutes that crap into pretty things. In my opinion, this is not a balanced relationship at all. I enjoy the notion that personal responsibility is a universal concept kind of thing.
Oooff, what a year so far ay?!
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