Category: Daily Notes

 

I need to start out with a feeling share.  I see where Who I Am has drawn the jeckyll/hyde character ~ throughout my life.  You know the type – they turn on a dime, leaving me wondering “wtf just happened here?”  I spent a lot of time focusing on this being a reflection of who I am – the other simply projecting a part of me – mirroring it back to me.

This is the new age program speaking.  Today I allow the empowered me to say this is nonsense.  There are some people who are in so much pain, they dump it on other’s who are softer, gentler, more understanding.  That’s why the monster’s attack the children and more vulnerable as they do.

I have taken apology after apology from these types.  I have detached only to let them snake their way back into my space.  Today I can fully say ~ they are no longer welcome in my life.  My heart gives them no more “attention” to their drama.  I wish them well but I do not take such abuse anymore.

I am doing energy work with myself on this.  Clearing.  Allowing myself to stand in full power.  I carry my Eternal Sword now.  I do not wish to use it. I deeply desire and resonate with the experience of TRUE “live and let live”. But I will use this Sword if I have to – no apologies.  To do otherwise in this realm is naive. That I have learned.

Which brings me to my next reflection….allowing for ~ calling forth ~ a new door.  I know energetically I am not aligned with my current location.  It provides a quiet, safe, secure space in which to reside.  But as far as it feeling anywhere even close to home – where I feel a sense of belonging – I feel as foreign and out-of-place as I can imagine.  Attempts at friendships, connection – real connection – just not happening.  Not lining up.  It pains me at times to see others so obviously at home here – painful because I have not had the same experience.

I know so many of you feel the same.

Do we simply keep waiting for this event/transition?

How much longer ARE we willing to wait?

As I stated awhile back ~ I no longer feel most of us ended up scattered throughout the globe.  I feel that was part of the matrix doing that – allowing us in but saying “you go here and you go there”.  Don’t want ya’ll in one place.  Too powerful that way.  Too easy to join up and create the (concept) of a new earth.  Too easy to unite and detach from systems-that-be.  Let’s scatter ’em – and give ’em the most crap.

Is this how it is?  That’s my perception.  My experience and that of many of you, given what I have been told.

So….do we WAIT for this amazing New Door to open?

Or do we say “NO” to more waiting – unite – be-do-create the way we want and have wanted for far too long?

Unity.  As many of us now say ~ and as one of you awesome Being’s just sent me on a card:

Love,

Victoria

******

Thank you for visiting and for supporting my work.  Please feel free to share. This is a donation based site.  I humbly ask for and gratefully accept all donations.  Please click the button below.  

[wpedon id=”208″ align=”left”]

 

 

 

 

One of you mentioned today you had been triggered after an interaction with another ~ triggering something once thought dealt with.

I thought about that in my sacred space of amazing and crazy insights (not the shower – but the bathroom no less).  I was sad – moved – and thought it just didn’t seem “right” for this being to have to deal with this again – especially being such a highly consciousness being.  I wondered about this concept that it is necessary for us to relive an old wound – especially over and over again – numerous times – until it is healed.

I honestly know of no one who has fully healed themselves of any issue (impossible to measure, actually).  Not that this isn’t possible – but I know for myself and for others I know – old wounds seem to remain – sometimes going years unseen and not felt.  But still there nonetheless.

I reflected more.  Is it possible that this “we need to revisit a wound over and over until it is healed” meaning we gotta go through the triggering stuff – is it possible this is just another program?  I gotta say as I had this thought, I felt something deeeeeeep within my belly – like something had been put there eons ago in our DNA coding- so ancient as in the oldest of the oldest of programs/energy placements.  I could also see the color – murky yellow – which is what I see when I have been able to see anything matrix-related (energetically speaking).

Hmmm….

Is it possible we can over-write the program by saying “this is not happening now – no need to revisit it”.  When I think of how this basic realm/environment inundates us with trauma – via pay to live (worrying over how to survive, eat, heal, etc.) – to our struggle to interact with one another from the space of love – to the various ways we are forced to compete – to the basics of frequency waves they blast us with (microwave, etc.) to images we see on the various forms of media/entertainment – how do we ever fully heal here?  

Well I feel – and this is just an idea with feeling – we can pay these old wounds – these old memories let’s say – absolutely no mind.  No focus when they pop up.  I am writing a new program by letting the old “gotta deal with this wound – yes again – over and over again” – wither away.  I shall have to come up with a name for such a new program.  Any ideas?

I see it like someone knocking on the door or calling on the phone.  An unwelcome guest.  They keep calling or knocking on the door.  We keep answering and engaging.  In time we decide this is only harming us so even though we may hear the knock or ring on the phone, we stop engaging.

I know a fair bit about trauma, having visited a couple of counselor’s skilled in this as well as reading a variety of books on the topic going back 20 years. Many ideas on how to heal and deal – but the basic overall concept is trauma is stored in the body.  And I am wondering if part of our DNA hijack was inserting some code to ensure this happened (trauma getting stored in the body).

So the obvious question – can we undo this?

Can we remove this code?

And…..Can we do it while we are still in this realm?

As I felt more into this I could see how this one little program, if it is a program, is likely what has, more than any other program, energetically tied us to this realm.  There is intelligence – consciousness – in a program – regardless if it is organic or inorganic.  And I view it like a magnetic force, in this case being some code that says we must relive trauma/deal with it over and over again – which kinda “sucks” us back here easier as part of this program says “not yet healed – return to keep doing the work of healing”.

I hope this makes some sense.  If not please let me know.  I have a feeling I am onto something and need to let it sit – marinate – and await what, if anything, arises again.

Love,

Victoria

*****

Thank you for visiting and for supporting my work.  Please feel free to share. This is a donation based site.  I humbly ask for and gratefully accept all donations.  Please click the button below.  

[wpedon id=”208″ align=”left”]

 

 

 

i was triggered numerous times today.  i saw myself react at each instance.  if i weren’t so overly tired due to ongoing lack of uninterrupted sleep, i could more properly handle these situations.

i was triggered seeing people post meme’s promoting known child trafficker’s (hollywood elite).

i was triggered when i was sharing something i said last night – a question i posed to another – and was immediately jumped on and questioned why i would even ask such a question.

i was triggered when something i had made was criticized.

i was triggered when i realized a video i shared to a local group on social media – a video that was showing under-cover work displaying local corruption – was no longer available to view – likely removed.

i was triggered when one of our local political leaders spoke to me at the store today (he is our neighborhood rep).  i was asking him some pointed questions – which he agreed with me on – my concerns – and yet still claimed he would likely be voting for the same damn mayor we already have – who is tied in deep with the local university – a huge conflict of interest.  so here we had a political “leader” who agreed with me on the local university and how it is the elephant in the room – who agreed the local leadership had not addressed the issue adequately – and yet he’s voting for the same mayor again?  how do you solve a problem?  don’t you do something DIFFERENT and NEW – esp. when the problem is ongoing?

Continue here.

 

A Bedtime Story of Hope…

Once upon a time a young boy was complaining to his Mother Grand about his flying craft and how it wasn’t flying as fast as he wanted it to.  He tinkered with it, using both tools and his mind to enhance the beautiful machine.  Mother Grand watched with love and humor in her eyes.

“There was a time in your mother grand’s life where we didn’t have flying craft,” she said quietly.

The young boy looked at her with eyes wide.  “How did you get around mother grand?” he asked.

“Automobiles,” she replied.

“Auto mo what?” the young boy asked, looking quite perplexed.

“Automobiles,” she corrected.  “We also called them cars.  We drove them on roads.”

“But they could fly right?” her grandson asked.

Mother grand shook her head.  “No.  We operated them with a steering wheel, an engine and wheels.”

“That doesn’t sound like much fun,” he said, wrinkled nose, shaking his head.

“Well compared to what we have today, no, it wasn’t much fun,” she said, laughing quietly.

“Tell me more about old earth mother grand,” the boy asked.

“Ok.  What do you want to know?” she asked.

“Well, how did you live?  What did you do with your time?” he asked with interest.

“We worked jobs,” she said.

“Oh I heard about that from mom and dad,” he said.  “Why did you have to work jobs again?”

“To make money to live.  To eat.  To shelter ourselves,” she said.

“That doesn’t sound fair.  I’m glad no one has to do that here,” he replied.

Mother grand sighed, remembering times past.  She ran her hand through her grandson’s hair.  “So am I, honey,” she said.

Quiet fell between the two of them.  The young boy continued to work on his craft.

“Would you like a meal?” mother grand asked the boy.

“Yes, please.”

Mother grand went inside, walked over to the food replicator and coded in “Spaghetti with meatballs”.  As that was prepared, she walked to the side of the house and picked a couple of peaches and a handful of berries off the trees.  Minutes later she brought the food to her grandson, who, smiling at her, proceeded to inhale the bounty.

Some things never do change, she thought, smiling to herself.

“Mother grand,” the boy asked, “on old earth, how long did people live?”

“Well that depends,” she said.

“On what?”

“Oh lots of things.  Where you lived.  What you ate.  How much money you earned.  It’s much different today,” she said.  This was a painful subject for her, having seen too many of her friends and loved ones succumb to disease or struggle with health issues on old earth that today were easily healed.

“How is it different?” he asked.

“Well today if the body begins to show any sign of distress, you have the option of using your mind or visiting the healing center to heal.  On old earth, while people knew the power of the mind to heal, we were constantly assaulted with all sorts of nasty poisons that made healing very difficult and often only temporary,” she said.

“Poisons?” the young boy asked.  “What do you mean?”

Mother grand paused, reminding herself some things weren’t spoken of in the new earth – not that it was forbidden – nothing was forbidden here – all was allowed in so long as the creation did not power over another.  No, poisons were not spoken of because the term had no reason to exist here.

“Poisons were things created and used in the old earth to make people and plants, all life, sick,” she said.

Her grandson looked at her with confusion in his eyes.  While there were schools that discussed old earth, not all chose to learn of the old ways.  Her grandson was limited in his knowledge of how things once were.

“Why would someone do that?” he finally asked, his voice a whisper.

Mother grand looked down, overcome with emotion.  She took a few moments to come up with an answer that would make some sense.  She shared what made the most sense to her heart.

“Simply because some people made that choice,” she said quietly, looking directly in her grandson’s eyes.

The gaze was held for several moments, the grandson finally looking off into the direction of the vast forest that surrounded their home.  A look of sadness was around him for a bit.  Mother grand merely observed him, knowing he would speak when he was ready.

“I’m quite grateful people don’t make choices like that now,” he said finally, looking at his grandmother.

“Me too sweetheart,” said mother grand, taking his hand.  “Me too.”

[wp-svg-icons icon=”heart-2″ wrap=”i”]

Victoria

******

Thank you for visiting and for supporting my work.  Please feel free to share. This is a donation based site.  I humbly ask for and gratefully accept all donations.  Please click the button below.  

[wpedon id=”208″ align=”left”]