Narratives everywhere.

Another Kennedy running.  Who cares.  System is broken so why people are still showing their support by voting – not just in a broken system but in a matrix control system – I don’t understand.  Guess that explains why much of this reality and what is being shown isn’t for me.

Just like I don’t understand those who say we gotta keep the vibe high to get outta here even though the matrix targets people who are the most awake and “them” and “their” timeline are creating ongoing trauma and chaos until the end.

But we’re supposed to vibe high to get the prize.

Sounds like fuchery?

Yeah………….

So many ways to create division here – I see it more and more.  Perhaps there have been many ways to get us inside this place and thus – perhaps – many ways out (as in what works for you doesn’t work for me).

Sonya, tree of knowledge, has a new one.  Thank you to LH for giving me the heads up on this one.  She says  “You have to be actively hooked into the system here (an NPC or a “brain and spinal cord being” in a tube) to CREATE. For those of us with a body outside in a pod, us “real” and “awake” people, all we can do is INFLUENCE.”

That makes perfect sense to me – and explains my inability over the decades – no matter what I have studied – to truly – TRULY – Create what I need and want and have it “stick”.  I have been laser focused on NEW – knocking on doors – asking for help – sharing my story – long enough that should have brought forth AMPLE opportunities -at least 1 or 2 – and at that I receive just a tiny drip now and then – that’s been temporary – when I need FULL CONTINUOUS FLOW.  I also feeeeeeeeel part of the challenge is when I have tapped into the Flow – an attack or hijack happens – whether it is through another person or just into my own personal experience – and it knocks me off center.  Plus I have this traumatized nervous  system here – which I have continuously sought to heal over the decades – and the more I have questioned and “unplugged/woken up” – the more my beautiful nerves have been attacked through a variety of situations – people turning on a dime without a word – abuse – promises/words not kept.  So done hearing that’s just how people are here.

No – it’s how the matrix programs us to be.  P E R I O D.  I know what Love is and what it feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeels like.

It is as it is until it isn’t.  I just know I’ve spent up most of my reserves to keep up the vibe – and all I want to do is rest and have peace and quiet in my experience.  (and i ain’t voting either – lol)

Love,

V.

SCOTUS is approving $6 BILLION in student loan forgiveness.  Not that I’m against that per say.  The cost of (often wasted) higher education is criminal.

I just want to know when I’m getting my f’ing long deserved $$ liberation.  My city utility bill jumped – AGAIN.  Just because they can.  Another $20-$23.  Squeezing the poor even more.

Feels just like another day of cr@p here.

Doesn’t matter what I do different or tell myself – how I feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel inside never. changes.  I am able to manifest a small movement forward – then run into a wall.  I am so angry that this experience has created itself the way it is –  played out the way it is – all for others that don’t include myself or all of us awakened.  I am screaming inside – and out – for help – for relief – and none comes my way in the way I really need.  I can’t help my spouse – he fell again and broke the table in the garage.  My girl is so done with how this reality is – she wants her old life back or a new one.  I can’t give her either.  One, I don’t have a time machine (HA!) and two – I DO NOT HAVE THE MONEY TO GIVE HER WHAT SHE MOST WANTS.  (much less a strong healthy mama she also needs)

And that brings out a rage in me now – this huge growing rage – INJUSTICE – GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRR GAWD SCREAMING rage – over how I KNOW it is here and how I hear or read every. damn. stinking. f’ing. day. to be patient and wait and allow the old to crumble meanwhile I am suffering in a way that NO ONE SHOULD HAVE TO – watching his health collapse – watching my girls anxiety soar – completely powerless now – but I just have to allow it all to happen – all of the suffering – the breaking down and collapsing – so one day – some day – some year – this will all finally switch and I will be singing kumbaFUCKINGya with all of those for whom we are said to be doing this stupid god damn slow as sheot molasses fucking movie for.

????

NOT. GOING. TO. HAPPEN.

Every tear I have cried over and for my child…………….every word I have screamed………every prayer I have sent out….EVERY FUCKING NIGHT NOW….every f’ing time i have had to witness my spouse fall or wake up at night moaning in pain or grunting as he wall walks down the hall to the bathroom every hour…. waking me up (WHAT IS SLEEP NOW??  a luxury??) or grumping over the lack of real care he has received and how his needs are not being met (because they’re not) while I sit here POWERLESS TO DO ANYTHING ANYMORE FOR EITHER OF THEM much less myself………….every word I have put out into the world on social media to create the change I AM – we are – LONG PAST NEEDING……………..feels like a giant. waste. of. my time now.

HUGE waste.

HUGE HUGE HUGE HUGE HUGE waste.

I feel I am fading away into nothingness.

I can handle change.

I can handle one situation ending so another comes in.

What I am struggling more than ever. before. to handle – certainly well (that is not happening these days) – is WHERE IS THIS DAMN CHANGE?!

I have had f’ing ENOUGH WINDOWS and DOORS close.

E N U F F.

I’ve had peeks of doors or windows crack only to slam back shut.

I can’t do this life anymore – on my own – the way I once did.  My spouse certainly can’t.  Fuch.  He needs a doctor who stays on top of the treatment plan (this new doc is brilliant but his communication stinks and he cannot provide the kind of care my spouse needs and he should have SEEN this from the start – and besides that he’s leaving the state next month).

For me it’s more of a mental challenge to keep at it – although I question my physical ability as I have noticed when I go out and am amongst the radiating ones, if I expose myself just a certain amount, I seem to shrink a bit and it takes me a good week to get back my full strength.  And the other night I had to take a trip inside where I was around – oh gawd – ya’ll know – this time the person had that same f’ing chemically/perfumy smell they emit.  I checked this out by going down the other aisles.  Nope.  Just this aisle where this one blue mask wearing stupid f’ing fake human store clerk was working (of food – no cleaning products – I know their smell by now).

How any one is able to be in these situations – how any of the sensitives and awakened ones can do this – and not have ANY effects?  Well all I can say to that is you are either having effects you’re not yet seeing or noticing or simply ignoring.

OR you have a special protection some of us don’t seem to have.

Typical matrix set up.  “Well I ain’t having an issue.  What’s your problem?”

DIVISION tactic.

Gawd this place is so twisted.

By design.

Deep breath…………..

I look around my living room.  Ripped up bills scattered all around.  All paid.

And me – broke.

AGAIN.

All by design.

And why?

Because that big dude in the sky the humans all call god loooooooooooooooooooooves you.  (thank you to George Carlin for his truth telling brilliance)

Eye roll to infinity and beyond coupled with a huge shout out to Heaven/Home/Jesus/Universe to BRING US SOME FUCHING MIRACLES ALREADY THE ONES I HAVE BEEN CALLING IN DAILY AND GIVING THANKS FOR AND DOING IT THE WAY I AM SUPPOSED TO BY FEEEEEEEEEEEEEELING THE EXPERIENCE AS ALREADY HAPPENED AND SAYING YES YES TO IT………….

My anger now – not really directed at evil anymore.  Evil is as evil does.  Never gonna change.  Don’t expect it to.  My anger is now at God.  Jesus.  Anything defined as “good” and “benevolent” and Divine in all Eternity and in all the Cosmos and throughout the Universe.  THAT is where my anger is directed now.  The pain.  The abandonment.  The HUGE sense of abandonment that I see now – is Truth.  Not just some false illusion, but this deep painful sense I’ve carried since childhood.

I feel so abandoned and unseen – like a used tissue – not even placed in a garbage bin – but left in a mudpuddle on a cold winter’s afternoon.

Until I see and experience otherwise – that is how I view this reality and the experience in it.

What is real here?

And who and what actually hears us?

How locked inside this twisted place are we?

UGH.

All. by. design.

Love,

V.

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My daughter’s local yoga teacher – who cancelled classes after cv and opened them up a year later but only if the girls were outside – masked – and 6 feet apart (ya’ll know how well that went over with me – and what my decision was) – has sold out completely.  Lost herself in the agenda.  And obviously is NOT SEEING.

Just one year ago those classes, as they had been all along, were for girls only.  Yoga for Girls.  P E R I O D.

Today?  Yoga for girls and those who identify AS girls.

Tweens and teens.

Frigging little $(%*^&(* sell-out.

I want to be polite and accepting.  But being accepting is the same as allowing.  And this continues to be war – even during the show and tell phase.  And I refuse to accept evil’s obvious agenda in a way that allows for it to continue.  NOT HAPPENING.

The more time passes – even though I’m not really seeing anything new (brand new) – the more sensitive I am becoming OF all of “their” perversions.  It’s almost as though I am literally becoming more unplugged and sensitive at the same time.  It’s almost as though this is being done to make my transition outta their frequency of fooking yug as easy as possible.  If so – it’s working.  lol

But for now – UGH!

The hair colors.  Can they become more hideous?  I am not seeing pink.  I am not seeing green.  I am seeing putrid pink and putrid green.  I KNOW how “they” smell – I used to smell “them” as a child (after I stopped seeing “them”).  And these hair colors now have the same. feel/energy.  They’ve changed.  As someone who used to dye her hair red on occasion – who grew up as well in the 80’s and saw all sorts of colors – what we have today is a whole new array of colors that don’t belong on any pure color palette.  Intentional filth.  I see it all over the place now.  I have to look away.

Then there are those who step in – people I don’t even know – people who have never commented on anything I share in public forums – but who step in when I am expressing my frustration or pointing out, you know, obvious E V I L – and who claim not to judge.  “I don’t judge.”  I allow for it all.  blah blah blah  Or feign confusion as to why it’s so rough now.  “My life is beautiful why isn’t yours?”

Come here sweetie pies and dudes – I got some glasses to toss onto your face.

I feel like John Nada now.  Beaten up.  So f’ing weary of being criticized for speaking the dang beautiful necessary TRUTH and SO DONE feeling like I have to explain myself to ANYONE for what is so OBVIOUS now.  That rock too many are still living under need it removed and smacked with it.  Yes, that’s how I feel at times – esp. when I read this is happening for those rock dwellers while my kid has to deal with yoga teachers who allow for boys to enter into the girls only class and drag queen storytimes that continue and homeless junkies peeing on the sidewalk.  (and NO of course we don’t expose her to any of this – just that all of that filth blocks us from going where we would otherwise go and doing what we would otherwise do)

And I also feel even more gratitude for those of you who SEE.  I don’t share this much – but when I communicate/tune in to the Universe – to Love – to what is Eternal – I give thanks to all of you brave souls who followed the nudge to look and question and SEE.

It’s hard now ain’t it?  Really really hard.  But we have each other – even if at a distance – but I am grateful for that connection and support.

Love,

V.