The time crunch I am under is killing me. Slowly. My face is puffy. I’m not sleeping. When I do sleep, it isn’t deep or restful. I’ve given and given SO MUCH to this awakening and poured my heart and soul into this website and what started as a beautiful BAM and slowly grew began to fizzle to where it is today with me wondering why I even do this – but I continue TO do because I believe in the purpose of it and I still have a few left who appreciate and value my work and pay me for it.
Gotta move by this summer (I will fight that if I have to – I am NOT going to be forced out of my own home until a new one presents itself).
Income drops in May – in half. No fucking idea how to remedy that in 6 weeks.
And I get asked what’s my plan.
Manifest $500 to pay for a marketing plan to promote my new book.
Manifest a new home to live in.
Find a time machine and travel back to 1964, where the dollar held 100% value, so I could f’ing afford to do what I want to do.
That’s it.
Working part-time at minimum wage through this new agency is not the f’ing answer.
I’m burned out from applying for work.
Hell, I don’t even have it in me to meet with my counselor now. What’s the point? I know how to shift things inside – just need to shift things OUTSIDE. You know? Like, make housing and eating affordable again.
Yeah.
Truth hurts most especially when I share it with those who are comfortably housed and fed. And it appears to me when I am blunt, honest in who I am and how I feel now, well, that’s another truth that makes the butt cheeks squeeze in some.
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Dear God, thank you for my 5-year-old like humor I still have. I keep myself going.
Here’s what I’m seeing. As always, from my heart, thanks to those of you who have stuck around, who see me, and support my work. Let’s get that number tripled by May.
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Victoria
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Check this out. FOUR of them. Felt that Q post last night for some reason – the whole BLACKOUT NECESSARY (Cuba) – and the DARK TO LIGHT and WEEK TO REMEMBER and 4 BOOMS.
Some intuits:
So this date my daughter threw out to me in a dream Monday morning – happens to be Barron Trump’s b-day – which is this Friday. Which I find – interesting. Also of interest – for me – the 88th day is March 29th.
Another thing with me – the end game marker USPS
We gotta be at the end. These AI comments are getting really good – if it weren’t for the addresses – they would appear human – although when I tune in and feeeeeeeeel – there’s total lack of real Soul emotions.
What’s his next move?
He knows something:
H U G E Feeeeeeeels now:
Good bye:
Just another COMM – yes we get it – ya’ll are real:
So uh maybe it’s now 5?
I kinda think that’s the point:
THIS is how you rebuild TRUE resilience and strength – by feeling and knowing you are SAFE to be frigging HUMAN:
Another what I call “overlay” – could be sign of two timelines – another merge perhaps? If so, look for new mandela’s:
