Today I watched one of my child’s friends while her parents attended a meeting. We see them throughout the year. I spent part of an afternoon at their house a few weeks back.
Today the mama was different. She looked different. Bigger. Her face looked different too. Her energy/behavior/personality were still the same. But something about her was different and I kept trying not to give my quizzical look while I also tried to listen to her as I was also checking her out. lol
After she picked up her boy and left, my mate said “She’s different!”
I gave him the look and said “How so?”
He says “she looks bigger. Taller. And her forehead seems different too.”
So I told him of MY experience and we both laugh.
A mandela effect?
A merging of all of our “us’s” (yes that is a word at this moment)?
The amazing beautiful cool weirdness continues…
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And now the dream. I believe that makes 13 now? Anyway, I was inside the White House, in a room off of the oval office. I remember the sunlight – the light – was amazing. The feel was like I was in a very sacred space. I sat on a white couch (many of my dreams of DJT are strongly white in color) and waited for him. He walked over, sat down on the couch and slumped down. His energy was solid and strong but his human energy was weary. He was still there to answer my questions though. I opened up an ancient astrological book and all I can remember (!!!DANG) is his referencing the Nibiru system. He said he knew about it and its purpose. I patted his hand and that’s all I remember.
I watched a few minutes of a video earlier today (link here). She speaks of the purging as well as entities releasing themselves – raising their ugly little voices in an attempt to keep their grip on us and how they will slam the door when they leave. She went on to say women are going crazy at the moment and the men have become stupid. Kind of like a cycle. I go crazy as you go stupid. I found it humorous.
And all if containing some truth.
I don’t always know if my triggered episodes are all my own stuff or something outside of me. Maybe it doesn’t matter. What matters is what I do with it. Engage. Or disengage and remember again who I really am – that voice within that was here before I came into this realm and experienced the systems in this shit pit. I know this ~ I am quite done with revisiting old stuff. In the grand scheme of Who I Am – this life cycle is just a grain of sand in a vast ocean.
And yet it is also feels like so much, doesn’t it?
I also know this experience is beautiful as well. Life is beautiful. Our purity is beautiful. Our kindness is beautiful. Love is beautiful. Generosity. Kindness. Moments of beautiful.
And yet we are creating an experience where life and its beauty are more than just the moment here and there to savor so that we may have something to remember during the rest of those moments. Asserting that life is a challenge, a struggle and so hold onto those little miracle moments to get through is just another program.
We are designed and meant to have beautiful moments in each moment without the struggle the systems put onto us.
I know this and feel this to the core of all that I know I am to be. And I am fully aware all that I Am is still merging. My desire for connection and truth and love and beauty and joy and fun and total healing/inner full totality awareness/ability and total freedom only grows. It has only felt like a need because I have gone so long without these experiences in their entirety.
We all have.
The power-over/enslavement game is over. Done. These increasing energy frequencies are squeezing that game out of every one of us.
Here is to our freedom.
Our healing.
Our purity.
Our joy.
Our FULL AWARENESS.
In being fully Who We Are, we cannot be anything else but.
Shine on you crazy diamonds.
Love,
Victoria
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UPDATE: In my state of wooze, I forgot a couple of things. One, I have not been able to wear my pendulum or other stone based jewelry I normally wear. A sudden aversion with that. Same for the rose oil I wear daily (for its assistance w/opening the heart chakra). And two, while at the breakfast table, I had worked with my energy and thoughts, ramping them up, elevating them. As I felt them working in my body my girl suddenly looks at me and says “Mama! You look taller!” I looked at my mate with a quizzical look and he agreed. I then looked down at my plate and wow – sure enough – it felt rather “waaaay” down there. I did one of those blinking the eye gather my senses what’s going on and let that sink in. I’m also really into my fidget spinner ~ watching it spin and just holding it. That and watching the skies. Needing that inner quiet solitude only continues to strengthen…
While in the shower I received the first two insights:
It has now become easier to let go of programming and we are being helped with this. There is so much we have been programmed with including some of the ascension stuff. ANYTHING that is about controlling ourselves or another, ANYTHING that has the power-over energy/behavior/experience is false.
We are not fully in our bodies nor are we fully in our Full Self but all of that is changing and merging again – in greatness at this “time”. As I felt this message, I had a flash of an image of myself in another realm, kind of like the video game player and I am the game. As I saw this vision, I got very dizzy and had to lean into the shower wall. So that’s why we are having so much dizziness. It isn’t just due to the magnetic’s.
Along those lines, when I suddenly HAD to lay down (HAD TO), my left hand began to buzz and felt like it wanted to float away. Yeah, strange! Then as I looked at it, I felt I was looking at it for the first time, and felt really detached from it.
The sun is off again – farther South than it should be right now at this time (5:50pm PST).
Speaking now with several other people who are either not aware of what’s going on to yeah having an inkling ~ all are saying my goodness I am exhausted I feel like I am not altogether “here” to just simply feeling “off” and “weird”. It’s happening and we are about ready to exit. I FEEEEEL it.
Now for a humbling moment. As I was finishing this up, there was a knock on the door. A middle aged man, apologizing for disturbing me, was looking for odd jobs to do to make money or either bottles and cans to cash in for money. He said he and his wife are living in a 30 foot trailer and he needed money to get some propane. Damn. I felt for him. I told him briefly our own situation and so we were in no position to hire him out. We had also just turned in our bottles yesterday. He thanked me and went next door, then took off in his vehicle. As he did I thought wait a minute, I have some bills in my wallet as does my mate. So I grab some money and take off looking for him. I couldn’t find him. He must have left the neighborhood altogether.
I have had this behavior style where I often don’t know how to respond fully in the moment ~ especially when faced with a situation that catches me off guard. Now if it’s an emergency and someone needs immediate help, that’s when I know what to do. But situations such as the one above? I don’t always get clear until after-the-fact and it annoys me to no end – as it did today. Why didn’t I stop and think at the time “hmm, I have a few dollars on me I can give to him”.
Well, it gave me pause as I ran around the neighborhood (where did I get this energy??) – to give thanks to my living situation. And really feel the gratitude.
As I end this, I look outside – the sun is suddenly very far north.
Strange days continue…
Victoria
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This is in tribute to who was most likely the closest friend I ever had – for the longest time too. 18 year friendship that continued until her untimely death a year ago last August. Well, untimely for me and those who loved her ~ most especially her children.
I miss her most every day.
I miss her a lot right now.
She was one of the very very few people in my life to ever “get” me.
I was one of the few people in her life to “get” her as well.
We were so different in some ways, but also so alike in others.
We had similar, nearly identical challenges.
She too was highly sensitive, amazingly gifted, very intelligent, and such a huge bright light which combined with a huge fear of her amazing self and being hurt, she could only look at the world as a serious threat to her safety ~ something I could relate to very well.
Our conversations were often total streams of consciousness. Sometimes they would turn into stories. Both of us being highly imaginative with a wickedly smart-ass sense of humor we once came up with a narrative about a single mother from the south who had a flair for bold patterns of polyester and bright pink lipstick. Total cliche but hysterical to both of us.
There was also the sharing of our real-life experiences. When we met, both of us were recently single coming out of long-term marriages. So we uh, had some fun in our exploring and even more fun as we shared stories of our encounters. Most of those stories will remain secret forever, including the one with me that involved 7-up in a Dairy Queen cup that ended up getting splattered all over my car (did I say I have a temper sometimes??) and her lamenting over “my alphieeeeeeeeeee”. We both would laugh hysterically as we would share these experiences while having those tender moments in relishing in our amazing connection, knowing no one but the other would ever “get” it when I would say “7-up from Dairy Queen at the bookstore” or she would say “my alphieeeeeeeeeeeeeee”.
We would have our challenges too. Ok, those bitch fights. They were nasty at times. I wasn’t against dropping the “f” bomb. She would pretend she was too proper to use such language and how appalled she was by my use of language~ which was a huuuuuuuge lie. lol She could swear up a storm when she wanted.
We were really sister’s – just with a different mother. And father. We loved each other like sister’s. Fought like sister’s. Shared every thought and opinion and feeling and experience like Sister’s.
The phone calls would go on for hours. Our record was 8 hours. And yes, for the curious, we ate when hungry and went to the bathroom when needed – never taking a pause in the conversation. We were that amazing in our ability to gab.
We had periods of time when we didn’t speak. That was usually after a fight. But then time would pass and one of us would reach out to the other, at times the apologies would fly, other times we just went right back to this beautiful complex thing of being girl friends.
As I said above, usually that’s what would cause us not to speak. Except for the last time we spoke. We just kinda stopped talking. Not for any reason. It wasn’t due to any conflict. It just happened. And then I had the sudden hunch I needed to look at her son’s facebook page. As I pulled it up my heart sunk. Her son had a picture of his mom as his updated photo.
I knew. No one had to tell me. I knew. I could feel it. She was gone.
I found her daughter on facebook and reached out. I heard back immediately. She and her brother had been trying to find me to let me know their mom, my beautiful most special friend I had ever had had died just a couple of weeks prior after a short (as in weeks) battle with cancer.
I don’t want to focus on that because I already have here in a post from long ago. And it wouldn’t be what she would want me to focus on. She would want me to end this with something silly ~ which she did well. Very well. She was the friend who would dress up as a baby on halloween with like little effort and pull it off brilliantly. Aside from Christmas, she loved halloween. She also loved birthday’s and would go all out. Over the years I had some beautiful cards with amazing decorations. Her silly made her amazing with young children and puppies.
So how to end this then. I don’t know if I can find the silly in how I am feeling now. I just miss her. Right now, a lot. I have still not gotten used to not pulling up my e-mail and sending her a message. Something happens, I want to tell her. I think that’s the most difficult. When you experience something, a challenge, something dramatic or silly or amazing and the first person to pop into your mind is no longer here in which to share.
And yet she is around. I suddenly felt her tonight after not feeling her for quite awhile. She did come around after she passed and gave me a pat on the shoulder then a visual with a marigold – one of her favorite flowers. Flowers ~ one of her many “things”.
Silly. Hmm. Ok, I will end this with a story then. It’s about a girl name Susie who came into this world, light so bright, she scared those redneck hillbillies around her, including her sister whose name was Marge and well let’s just say the nickname for her sister rhymed with Marge and began with the letter “L”. Continuously misunderstood by her family, she channeled her light into her artwork. In time, she hooked up with a rebel she came to call Miss V. Together, these two figured out how to solve the world’s problems, which included paying mother’s and housewives half a million a month, making politicians pass lie detector tests and getting rid of football. They wrote stories together, at times songs, although they never quite finished them. There was always something new and more interesting to talk about. Sharing a love of puppies, they also had the attention span of a puppy at times. Both though shared a common vision ~ a world lacking in love. Seriously lacking in love. She knew love solved everything. They both did. And while their vision still flickers, it is a little less bright after her departure from this realm.
Which means the one still behind, Miss V, needs to hold that flame that much stronger and brighter.
And aren’t I just done with this. Open the exit gate. I command the portal for our exit be open now. N O W
I can’t get warm enough. Then I get heated and struggle to cool down.
Sleep is a challenge much past 30 minutes to an hour at a time.
Heart expansions continue. Did a lot of energy work around that last night.
Voice – speaking – continues to be a struggle.
So much sinus congestion…
Feeling “off” – uneasy. Unbalanced.
Dropping things. Feel the world around me wobbles.
No longer ok with feeling like I am being squeezed from within. I have purged and let go and surrendered countless times. I am as “advanced” as I can be. This is no longer a journey I enjoy much less benefit from.
Can I say it again? Unlock the gates to this fucking prison and let us all GO.
Continue with my obsession to be alone in my personal bubble space. No desire to talk with others “out there”. Today I went for my walk with a heavy coat and dark sunglasses, half hiding in my hood. (it was overcast and cold – the norm for weeks and weeks now)
Silence is my best friend. My necessary best friend. I do not have nearly the amount I need. Today I had that chance – sat down at the piano and began to play only to look off to my left about 15 minutes later and notice our neighbor had just walked in (to return something he had borrowed). He didn’t want to disturb my playing. Not ok. ALWAYS knock. (note to self always make sure the door is locked 24/7)
Putting up boundaries without guilt or concern with what others may think is becoming natural.
Easily irritated. Mate – ditto.
Phrase of the day : We’re done.
Paradoxically enough, I am quite done with having that thought.
Birds are showing signs of weird behavior as well, along the 41st parallel interestingly enough. Southern Oregon (where the birds have disappeared) and in Connecticut. (where birds are diving at people) As I took my walk today, I notice the trees look stressed. I sense they are not happy. They begin to open, then close up again. Perhaps waiting as many of us are. As I heard last night “all go” – people, plant life, animals.
And with the patience waning…
But on we go nonetheless.
Just weary tonight. Bone tired fucking weary. Some are in bliss. Some are not. Let’s all be kind and accepting of one another in where we are and remember to ask what one needs instead of assuming (I see that far too much). No more of such power-over behavior.
Love asks. Period. And carries on with a listening ear, mind and heart.
Victoria
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In the last 24 hours we have had two people in our life, both not aware of the earth changes and ascension process, reach out to us and say “I am feeling weird today”. I awoke this morning with this feeling “they” tried to mess with the timelines again in the past 24-48 hours, the result being the attempt simply lead to it collapsing instead of being “held back”/put on repeat. My mate had the feeling last night.
It’s just really tough right now. I know some are in continuous bliss at this moment ~ I am not one of them. lol I did have some of those moments last night and early this morning, but then again I was more or less alone, in quiet. For now I want to just watch the skies, in quiet, in solitude. We have had several visitors and numerous phone calls. Each experience felt like an intrusion energetically. Having moments where I feel as though I am being squeezed…
My interest in the political game isn’t happening at this moment.
I have had a rough time today. I spent much of it napping, journaling and releasing crap. Inside I felt I was just done with it all. Just fed up and done.
Did I say done??
I spoke strong words. “These are not my thoughts. They are not OF me. I no longer give you any attention no matter how much you pop up and grab at my attention. I am NOT YOU. Leave! I will do this as long as it takes until you get so bored, you implode.”
I then felt very drained. I cried to my mate “I don’t know how much longer I can do this reality. I want to go to where we have seen for so long.” He could only sympathize as he has the same experience.
I needed some inspiration. Something said “go get a bible.”
Uh, a bible?
Me??!!
That’s like telling a hillary fanatic to find a redeeming quality about DJT.
Ok, so I go get my bible and decide to grab my book on the Dead Sea Scrolls. I thought I may get a better message from that one.
I scroll through the DS scrolls book (hey nice little pun there, eh?). Nothing jumps out at me. NOTHING.
I keep feeling the nudge to open up the bible. It won’t bite, I joke with myself.
So I open it up. Just picked it up and open it. No thought.
I turn to the book of Isiah.
And my eyes go right to the speak of now is being made new heavens and a new earth.
W O W.
How people will live long and healthy and happy.
How the wolf will lay with the lamb.
WOW.
And how we will no longer remember the pains and trauma’s of this realm.
WOW WOW WOW.
Tears come. Strongly.
Thank you.
Gratitude.
It is #checkmate with the criminals in government.
#checkmate with all who have enslaved us and gaia.
Home is calling.
And I am ready.
We are ready.
Victoria
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I’m watching this video and a lovely woman is speaking of the Event (among other topics) and the timelines being messed with to move back our experiencing of this event. It got me feeling and thinking at the same time.
My mate and I have had conversations based on how we feel and that is we feel this transition/liberation could have/was supposed to/should have happened long ago. I have had similar conversations with some of you as well. Most if not all of us (likely) feel to some degree or another or have some perception that other dimensional’s have used the elite, cabal, whatever you wish to label them to utilize their (the other dimensional’s) tech to delay this energy event.
Many of us, myself included (that is until a few months ago and at that it has taken some time for me to get in alignment w/the feeling) have felt and thus believed the event is outside of our control. We have even been told such words. There have also been several “go to” guru’s who claim to have intel and knowledge (that no one else has but them) on this event.
The only guru is yourself. Ourselves.
The only “go to” is YOU. Ourselves.
While I feel this experience we call The Event is an energy that comes from “out there” in the galactic realm, we are calling it forth. It is connected to us. We are connected to it.
For there is no energy disconnect. No separation, right? Isn’t that the core and the heart of our Awakening and Remembering?
I see and feel the sudden increase of people having experiences of the event, an increase in discussions of it as well as the same increase in people calling it forth. The energy around this sudden transition is very palpable. We are taking another step – a big mama bear one – into our Full Empowered Awareness in remembering ~ oh yeah – we don’t just have to sit back and wait for this ride. We are co-creating it!
Source in Me calls it forth. Everything I feel in me calls it forth. That is enough. For me.
Timeline manipulations that seek to delay our rightful return to Unity, to Love, to Full Connection has ended. So says Me.
So I hope you will join in with me and others in stating the Decree I shared earlier. (and you can switch up the words too of course ~ state it however you feel ~ what feels “right” within) I now “see” and “feel” more in alignment with it and why it was lead to me to share.
The time is now. It has always been Now.
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Victoria
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