Category: Daily Notes

Interesting.  I picked up an old journal from back in February – a few weeks before the nazi lockdowns.  I had NO IDEA – no concept – of what was coming.  Why is that?  Normally I am very perceptive – except when it comes to the last couple of years (the ability to see the future).  I may FEEEL certain things – but do they ever manifest into anything solid or does the descent into hell continue? Maybe that’s why I CANNOT see anything – I am not in tune with those energies of evil – even when I feel them attempting to smother as I feel today.

Reading my words from back then – how excited I was to be starting the healing work I was doing – even the simple act of going out into the world – it was too much for my heart today.  I felt defeated.

That time period marked the end of my right to breathe freely.

To travel freely.

The right to continue the healing I had only just begun just 3 weeks earlier.

To visit stores whenever I wanted and however I wanted.

To visit a store and be able to walk around wherever I wanted.

The right to hug someone I care about (outside of this house).

To interact with other customers – to engage in dialogue and smiles.  To SEE the full face of the person in which I was engaged in.

It marked the end of my child’s friendships and play times.  The end of her activities.  The end of much of her life.  (And who again in our circle showed any concern about this alone??)

It marked the end of certain connections with friends and family who became unknowing nazi agenda sympathizers.  Attacking and criticizing me for my patriotism, my knowledge of my rights – of ALL of our rights – and for exposing the truth and fighting FOR those rights.  These same people would report me to the gestapo for not wearing the designated mark:  the mask.

Mark of their beast.

Little sympathizers walking to their own slaughter – giving up their rights and freedom – willingly.  Without question.

Pathetic.  Cowards.  Ignorance is their disease.

And yet I still see they have the same rights and freedoms as I do and I will continue to speak out for those rights and freedoms – even if I am the only one who will CLAIM THEM.

You learn who and what is real in these experiences of the past year.  You learn who will really have your back.  And I have seen how very few do have my back.  One, maybe two around here.

I will never give in and never consent to this agenda playing out.  How could I do that – especially what this year has done to my child alone.  The rage I have towards those I once gave the label “friends and family” to – who have been willing to sacrifice my child’s health and happiness for an agenda so obvious – is big tonight.  My prayer is they wake up and feel and see.

And join in together with the rest of us.  Sometimes, when I feel weary, as I do tonight, I cry and laugh at the same time and say – to them:  “All we want is our freedom – the same as you.  How can you not see that?  How can you even think to criticize or attack me or anyone like me for wanting that very simple thing?”

Off to find a movie to allow me to forget this reality altogether – even if only for a few hours.

Love,

V.

The energies felt stale, blocked and “cold” today.  Just the way evil operates. I felt rather numb too and struggled to find my center – finally just let it go and let myself be.

The latest news on the “war” front is the GSA (general services admin) has granted JB $$ to aid in his transition.  This is not a concession and the legal teams for Trump are still fighting – but it doesn’t feel right to me – this move.  The general opinion was that this was done because the head of the GSA was receiving threats to herself and her family.  Not sure I believe that would be the reason.  How many of the general population has been threatened, assaulted and even killed when showing support for Trump.

Then there is the idea that this is just Trump setting up the experience for the West.  Those going West – what – do they get Biden?  I have thought of that – briefly.  IF this event is happening as Rose says it is (and that is a big ‘ole “IF”), that could make sense.  Well, for a couple of seconds that is for I know there is a big population of Trump Patriots who do not know of Rose’s intel and they would take it to the streets and fight to the death if Biden is sworn in.  So that theory doesn’t hold much truth, imo.

And there’s Sidney Powell and her “kraken” releases incoming….and Steve Bannon insisting Trump will be sworn in again.  Juan O’Savin saying lights on after 12/21.

I feel like Charlie Brown wanting the TRUTH on Christmas in that holiday special – yelling on stage does ANYONE know the Truth of that day?

I WANT THE TRUTH OF WHAT IS COMING because it cannot ALL manifest.  Biden wins.  He loses.  Trump wins.  He loses.  We stay here.  We go Home.  The swamp is drained.

Ugh.  West.  East.

Maybe it all will manifest.  ?

What if we are all being royally played and manipulated with all of their tools and technologies that can essentially make us think and even feeeeeel whatever they want us to.

Or can they really fully manipulate our Inner Truth?

I don’t know.

What I DO know is today feels horrid to me.  And that coldness I have felt for much of today feels off.  I am feeling disconnected from everything and everyone and it is a cold, lonely experience and I ain’t liking it…

….and seem to have little control over it.

Pretty much like the reality playing “out there”.  So I am withdrawing tonight until I can find and feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel ME again.

Love,

Victoria

While the energy today feels putrid – I feel ME and that ME Knows all is as it is according to plan.  President Trump is as he was in my dream the week before the election – chill.  Calm.  In control.  Today he’s playing golf as his choice instead of participating in their pandemic virtual (G20).

This morning I was able to tune in after cleansing and could really sense the matrix program on my own house – in particular the wall I was feeling into. And here’s an interesting tidbit – as I typed that sentence, the computer froze.  The AI is not liking exposure.

Speaking of – I had a restless night sleep last night.  Experiences that weren’t mine.  In between, I woke up and knew I was seeing the AI.  I felt into that concept.  Up until now, I have used that term (another computer freeze as I type lol) as just a term and have not felt into it.  Last night I did and I could feel it (more freezing).  Tuning in further this morning, I feel that this voter fraud, while part of the plan, is not what triggers the rest out of matrix slumber.  Q has said sometimes you have to SHOW the people.  I feel this “showing” aligns with the Sky Event in which we all SEE where we are and who they are.  The voter fraud allows all of these tentacles of the swamp – media, politics/government, corporations/big business, academics, medical, religious, to be gathered up and removed.  All of their systems that had their hands in this fraud will be exposed.  Although it is possible people will pop awake when they learn that we haven’t had legitimate election processes for decades.

The longing for Home is palpable today.  I remembered that where I originally come from, we touch hands to not only greet but to communicate and to feel the Truth of the Being.  I also reflected again – as I did yesterday – about this concept of being Kind.  Sometimes, for me, that has ended with me withholding my truth – putting others energies above my own – and it’s always out of fear of some sort.  When I have wanted to say something like “I cannot be around you…I cannot be around your energy” or simply to say “I don’t like you.  You are quite nasty…”….I usually just choose to be quiet.  Or when I will smile at someone I clearly do NOT want to smile at – well that leaves me feeling off.  I thought of someone in my neighborhood who has been nasty to me.  This individual never smiles.  Grandpa Don once told us this person used to work for the city and most employees had a difficult time with them.  I once had one run-in with this person.  I had reached out for help – asking them to put out the word for something my family was seeking.  It ended with them telling me I would never find that and I said “Just because someone can charge a certain amount for something doesn’t mean they should.  There are good people out there willing to give others a break,” and they threw out another contrary punch to me – along the lines of “beggars cannot be choosers”.  That sort of nastiness.  So I said I wasn’t trying to have an argument to which they said, laughing, “I wouldn’t let that happen.”

Ugh.  lol

So I walked away.  And I tried numerous times over the years to be pleasant and polite – a couple of times to build the bridge.  Nope.  Not happening.  So I saw them yesterday and rather than nod or ignore (which has been my approach), I decided to be authentic in the moment:  I gave a look and growled.  Then I giggled to myself at my bravery.

Instead of all of these labels to be this or be that – just BE YOU.  However that feels in the moment.  Not saying be nasty yourself – just authentic – from the heart and from humor.  At least that’s what I am going with.  That is what feels right for me now.  I am seeing others in this movement starting to see that.  I have seen several this week alone who have said “I am trying to stay neutral here” – clearly withholding what they really want to say.  NO.  Don’t be neutral if it doesn’t feeeeeeeeeeeeel right.  SPEAK UP AND OUT.

Call the spade a spade – not a heart or diamond.

Lots of love to you all ~

Victoria

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I AM WHO I AM.

That beautiful LynYrd SkynYrd song, Freebird, has been going through my mind for the last week.  I was asked last weekend if I could play it and I thought “not yet”.  It’s one of my bucket songs I’ve wanted to master before, you know….  My friend Sue, who passed in 2016, who I felt come through today, was often asking me to learn it.  So today I sat down at the piano and, well, I just began to play it.  “You know this song,” I heard in my mind and as I let go, I began to play.  It was amazing.  My mate and child went to the bank and were gone maybe 15 minutes and by the time they got home I took my mates hand, asked him to sit down so I could play it for him. Freebird is one of a handful of songs that make him very emotional.  It’s a song that’s been around him lately too so I felt I wanted him next to me as I played it.  It was emotional for both us.  At the end he said “wow you really learned that fast!”

Today I tuned in to how I feel here:  stuck.  duh  lol  I expanded on the feeling.  This realm feels sticky to me.  It’s as though there is some sort of metaphoric/energetic “glue” they put on us to stick us in this shithole.  My body and Soul don’t lie to me and that is what I feel has happened.  I KNOW it.

I don’t know how much longer I can do these lockdowns much less continue to stay here in the pit of oz surrounded by mask wearing beings. Energetically I am so far removed from it – so repelled by it – I am banging – screaming – on the door to get me the fuck out of here.  Who the hell says they get the final scene in this experience?  The final say?  Much less ANY sort of influence as we close down this experience?  Seriously – who let that happen?  Bring on that damn split NOW.

I remember as a child I used to watch birds and envy them.  They could fly away from predators – fly away if the weather turned inclement.  They could float on a breeze and just BE STILL.  I have always ALWAYS wanted to do that and more.  In my “What About Me” booklet I filled out in 1st grade, I was asked what I like to watch.  “Brids”, I wrote (took me awhile to learn how to spell the word).

Today as I tuned in I heard “I am awake”.  Merge me for the rest.  This bird – who will never change her desire for Freedom – is ready.

I leave you w/the song – which beautifully enough has 2.2 million views.  I have seen 222 so much today I stopped counting.

Love,

Victoria

471K subscribers

I awoke feeling a heavy heart and immense sadness.  I worked with it – purged for a bit (only to release – not to revisit) and powered myself up so I could go out into the world.  Given some of the energies felt “poking” to me, I did extra focusing.  On the way to the store I saw 2.2, 333, heard “I’m coming home” and “I’m free” while browsing around the radio channels.

So – I arrive at the store.  I had been inside for maybe 5 minutes when some bot walks by and says snidely “that mask doesn’t work if it’s below your nose”.

Not a good thing to say to this woman now.

So I looked back at her and said “I would mind my own business if I were you.  You don’t know who I am or what I was doing.”

That didn’t shut up this one.  She was persistent and nasty.  So I stood my ground and amped up my word choice and volume.  I am done assuming certain people here are real much less have a Soul.  And this particular type of entity has been in my life for decades.  They all look alike.  Long stringy gray hair that hasn’t seen a comb much less conditioner in weeks.  Frumpy. No color to their clothing attire much less a light from within.  And female (allegedly).  Each time I have been attacked like this during this mask insanity, it has been some “female” who fits this description.  And as I said – these entities have found a way into my experience for decades and each one has been nasty.  I have one in my neighborhood.  I know them well by now.

I told that filthy bot (to her back at this point) “I see you.  I know who you are.  You don’t scare me. You lack heart and critical thought” to which she said “I think just fine. You are the one who is stupid.”

“Yes I WAS stupid for once believing people like you are real.  That mask is making you extra stupid, btw.”  She kept walking so I said “Hey!  I’m talking to you.  Turn around and show me respect so we can finish this conversation!”  She kept on walking – tossing insults back at me as she headed to find a clerk where she proceeded to tattle on me.

So I continued on with my shopping – taking deep breathes to calm myself. I needed extra support at that moment for I didn’t know what was going to come after me after this bot tattled so I called Sister D and she was wonderful.  She talked with me as I continued to shop.  At the end of my shopping, one of the clerks asked if I was ok.  I knew she was the one who had been told of my “indiscretion” so I told her I was minding my own business, getting food for my family when I was verbally attacked by a customer for how I was wearing my face covering.  I told her of the claustrophobia I experience wearing these face coverings – I was doing the best I can – now and then I have to drop it below my nose to breath and remain calm which is my RIGHT and their store does not provide me the ability to obtain food in the way that works for me financially so this is how it must be.  I told her from now on I expect to be treated with respect AND protected from customers like the one who verbally attacked me.  She began to talk back to me in a way that was stating their stupid store “policy”  and I said I didn’t need to hear what she had to say and held up my hand as I did to push any contrary energy back at her – saying to let me be and let me finish my shopping in peace.  THAT IS MY RIGHT.

These entities don’t deserve my respect nor my kindness and from here on out they get my Power thrown back at them if they throw their controls at me.  Let them go have their experience in deception and hell.  While most around here would not engage in that behavior, there are stragglers who are, well, straggly.  Not real.  I see them and I ain’t taking it.

Carry on Jedi Warriors.  The game ain’t over yet.  Even though I have NO desire to play or watch and for the love of all of us just want to be an my experience of True Freedom always in ALL ways, sometimes you gotta stand up for yourself and be in your own Power – however that is for YOU.  After more or less a life experience of being quiet and “taking it” (with moments in between of asserting my power) remaining quiet isn’t in my basket of tools.

Love,

Victoria