Category: Daily Notes

I’ve lamented here now and then how having my paypal account frozen – against my will – has denied me the right to earn a living in the same way as those with paypal accounts (still intact).  Nowhere is this more prevalent than in work-at-home positions.  Now and then I will have someone either comment here or contact me privately asking me why I don’t just apply anyway and ask if they will take another form of payment.  I’ve already answered that one and it’s perplexed me why some would make such a comment.  I realized that thes words have come from those who have never. once. donated. a. dime for the work i have done here daily for 7 years

Tonight – I found another possible company in which to apply for.  This is on their site:

We can not accept lists from writers who do not have a PayPal account; this is non-negotiable. 

So – again – to those who would think to write me with your advice on this one issue – instead of wasting my time and ours – do the right thing:  If you read my work regularly, donate so I don’t HAVE to go through this frustrating process.  Support a patriot who has been censored but still carries on, researching, putting out the truth every day for you to read.

We need more of this instead:

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— Kim Runner (@kimrunner) December 6, 2023

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V.

I recently saw one of the truther accounts say when we see Trump’s kids putting up images and videos on their social media accounts – where they are vacationing, going places, doing well, living it up, etc. – we should take that as a sign that ALL IS WELL.

For whom?

Is all going well for you?

Are you vacationing?

Have you been given access to the top healing modalities?

Do you have the funds to live as they do?

Why is it WE get told to be patient as the system (allegedly) crashes?

Why is it WE get told to detach from the system while Trump and those like him – alleged truthers in our government remain a part of it given their lifestyles?

Let me be clear:  my issue at the moment is not with those who ARE doing well – my issue is with those who make the comments above.

It feels judgmental.

Dismissive.

What am I supposed to do?

Stop working?

Continue to plod on as I do without the help I need (while being told to watch the Trump family kids and their luxurious pampered lifestyles because that should tell me all is well so if all is well for them it should be for my mind/heart as well)?

Then there is the phrase – “no one is above another”.

A nice theory.

A beautiful philosophy, in truth.

But that isn’t how it is here.

I still see people in the awakening community who put more value over the big accounts.

And this philosophy obviously plays out on the world stage.  That mentality still remains. I got mine.  You go get yours.  You made your bed – now lie in it.

What else is irking me?

Oh yes – lol……….

This new generation of kids who aren’t working.

Or – as I am seeing it – don’t want to be debt slaves and work at jobs that suck the way we all have had to do here?

Are they lazy or do they just want a New World?

Are they unmotivated or do they simply want to follow their passions – their hearts?

Maybe they came here with a little more gumption to not sell out.

Perhaps they came here with NEW energy to inspire and bring IN new.

Maybe we should get behind them.

Maybe it’s time we command what we want instead of pretending all is well when all is not well in our hearts.

Perhaps it is time now to Unite (instead of waiting for the plan to tell us the when and give the details).

Loudly.

Together.

Present our commands.

Make it so.

That’s all for now.

Love,

V.

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This year feels – different.

Or perhaps it’s just me who is different.

Or a bit of both.

But some things remain the same – for me.

Driving home from the store, I had the radio on, playing holiday music.

Remember that group, Band Aid, 1984 – the song they put out – It’s Christmas Time?

Even if you aren’t old enough to remember, chances are you’ve heard the song on the radio during this time of year.  They only play it a kabillion times (although it’s much better than having to hear Mariah Carey’s piercing voice, imho).

There won’t be snow in Africa.  Their greatest gift is life.  The unimaginable levels of poverty and hunger – this song – inspired by the famine in Ethiopia.  I remember hearing it for the first time – and reflecting.  Crying.

Yeah, my teenage mind questioned, we do have this world of plenty.  Why do some have to go without?  It isn’t like they choose to.

Well, that was just one small step in my ongoing awakening.  But the concept that sparked awake in me was poverty and the injustice of it.  And most importantly, the unnecessity OF it.

I reflected on that again tonight.  Having just returned from the store, where I had to walk away from items I would otherwise want to buy but couldn’t due to the cost ($36 for SOCKS?! and $70 for a basic winter vest jacket?!), I thought about this plan, how it’s been allowed to play out, the world as it is now and how poverty has only increased and spread like a wretched virus since that song was put out in ’84.  Extra funds go to food these days followed by toiletries followed by supplements for health.  I was angry I couldn’t afford to just buy what I wanted – and what was needed by others in the house.

Angry that, almost 40 years later, there’s still poverty (more than ever) and when, as the dang song says, “in a world of plenty”, it’s an issue that can literally be solved in a snap.  Give people money.  Without a home?  Give the people a home.  Hungry?  Give ’em food.

Aside from playing my part in this process, as well as the roles I play in my little domicile, my one heart-felt desire remains the same as it has since it busted open back in 1984:  ABUNDANCE FOR EVERY ONE OF US.

It’s doable.

It’s just.

It’s the right thing to do.

Love. In. Action.

Anything outside of that energy ain’t for us.

Love,

V.

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