It was brief – but stayed with me.  I was seeing this giant chess board – checkered patterns in 2-3 shares of blue.  T was off to the left and was almost hovering above it.  He was definitely monitoring/watching it.  His energy was quiet & serious.  Then I woke up – but as I was waking up I saw the 17 post 1234 in my minds eye (interesting – didn’t know that was the ## as it’s a number I began seeing again this year after not having it in my space for about 30 years – was the first ## I began seeing way back when)…………America Will Be Unified Again 11.11.18 – those are the words I “saw”……….but of course this is about humanity everywhere – and later on I released some tears (the sadness of the division – division is absolutely fully so totally opposite to what our hearts need/desire to create)…………behind that pain was this knowing we WILL heal and most importantly we will Unite.  Have faith in all that is human.  Have faith in ourselves.

Have faith in Humanity.

Love,

V.

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I am really feeling the pain inside of how this realm – how their systems – how it all impacted my experience and the connections with family and what it has done to my own child.  I’ve been feeling this off and on for awhile now – but it really pushed at me as I visited a store.  I saw a beautiful family – mom, dad and two boys – around 5 & 7 – all masked.  I about lost it right there.  Let me tell you – the “self censoring” I do now out in public……

As I left, I turned on the radio:  Gordon Lightfoot began singing Carefree Highway – a favorite from my childhood.  Those of us from that era are pretty lucky we had a good selection of pure, innocent music to form our development.

As I drove and listened, I was taken back to my own childhood – which was far more innocent than what we see today for our children.

I wasn’t forced to cover my face.

I wasn’t forced to listen to b.s. propaganda about the “privilege” of my skin color.

I wasn’t forced to urinate in a “gender neutral” bathroom.

I wasn’t forced to see otherwise adult activity – drag queens – reading to me.

I didn’t have to see people drugged out on meth walking the streets.

I didn’t have to worry about needles in the parks or wondering if a homeless person was going to come out of a bush with his pants down.

I didn’t have to worry about filth (feces and urine) in the streets and graffiti on the buildings.

And I sure as heck didn’t have to concern myself with adults and parents too programmed and pussified to stand by weakly.  Parents of our generation would NEVER have allowed what is taking place today.  I can tell you if someone from the schools brought in a drag queen to read to my class my dad would have paid an immediate visit and it would not have ended well for them.  Every dad back then we knew would have done the same.

As it should have been and should be today.

Sure – there was propaganda.

Yes – there was nonsense and lies pushed on us to program our young minds.

But not even close to the level it is today.  Today’s level is pure evil and perversion.  

And as such – my longing for those “good ‘ole days” is very much in my space.  A cleaned up version of course.  But the days when kids played outside – together – until dusk……….

The days when families stayed together………

The days when people – adults – would have given the middle finger to the government if they were told to mask their face and stay inside………

The days when the streets were safe – everywhere – for all………

Jesus – enough already!

No more lies.

No more division.

And NO MORE EVIL.

Here are a couple of songs of innocence.  First is my rendition of Grandpa.  It was so much on my mind and in my heart this week, I decided to teach it to myself yesterday.  Below – Carefree Highway.  Innocence and pure now – please – for all.

Love,

Victoria