I took my girl to the park today and as I normally do, I don’t go there to socialize.  I go there to enjoy some quiet time.  My girl is old enough to occupy herself, this park also providing no shortage of children in which she can play.

So I spread out my blanket on the picnic table, unload my goodies….sandwich, grapes, sunglasses and my favorite ~ a slice of chocolate cake.  Oh how I want my life to be full of those feeeeeelings produced by eating chocolate cake ~ without having to eat the cake.

I noticed a mama off to my right who had a water cup and some snow cone cups placed at the end of the table. As she walked over to take a drink of water, I rather groaned inside.  I was hoping she wouldn’t sit down.  I wanted my space.

As I began stating those words in my mind, my heart had another idea:  “talk to her.”

“No,” my mind said.  “I want to be left alone.”

Ok, I felt within.

Minutes passed.  I had eaten my sandwich and the chocolate cake.  My girl was occupied with another girl her age.  Suddenly, I was bored.

“Talk to her,” I heard/felt again.

This time I listened.  What started off as my commenting on how she was carrying her baby girl in one of those forward facing carriers and how I had done that with my girl until she outgrew it, turned into a good conversation with some synchronicities mixed in.

As we spoke of public schools, I told her I was interested in a new charter school that was opening up next fall.  Not only did she know of the school, she knew the mom and daughter who are behind it.  Turned out I do as well.

That lead to other sharing’s.  At one point, as we spoke of the insanity in our world at the moment, I experienced a first:  she said “please don’t tell me you voted for Trump” then she went on to ask if I did.

I had never been asked that ~ not like that.  It caught me off guard at first, but I remained neutral.

I decided to respond.  I could answer honestly “no” but then went on to say why I was grateful HRC didn’t win.  I shared a few more of my views and ended up handing her my business card to my site as she was interested in checking it out.

I was hesitant to hand it to her.  Over the years I have had people misjudge who I really am in my heart based on a few opinions I hold.  And we know today if you say you support Trump in ANY way, you can be thrown into the pit of false assumptions.

I told her I wear no labels.

The Truth of me is about freedom.

And being loving.  And kind.  And generous.  And honest.

And on seeing an entirely new system put into place (or at least be given the freedom to do just that without the system imposing its will ~ as I say if people want to continue w/things the way they are, they have the right to do so.  For those who want altogether new?  We have the same damn right.)

I want to see an end to coal and oil and gas and nuclear.

No more pay-to-live.

No more enslavement or power-over of ANY kind.

So yes, I said, I do support Trump on some things.  Not all, but enough for me to support what he is doing.  Ending human trafficking.  Cleaning up the filth the political and judicial systems.

And as I said ~ there is so much more going on than what they show us.

The narrative of “this is how things are” always comes with layers to dig through to find the truth.

And we both could agree that we want to know the truth ~whatever it is.

So I handed her my card.

So much division.  As I told her ~ the left and right miss out on our common heart stuff.

The right clings to individualism so much, there is this “I’ve got MINE you go get YOURS”.  The left thinks not only are we one but we are all the same and therefore all sense of individualism gets lost.

It has been my feel that we are one but we are not the same.

We all want to love and be loved.

We all want to be free.  Oh my how deeply I am feeling this one ~ so strongly it feels I could power my body to fly just with the sheer energy that goes along w/the desire.  Free to do as I want and need.  Heal myself and my body. Heal my trauma’s.  Move to where I feel a sense of home.  All of this without restrictions or limits.  All of this feels like a bag of sludge around me lately ~ especially the old wounds and energies and I do all I feel I can to release it. How am I to know exactly how to do that?  How are any of us?  We’ve been robbed of so damn much.  As one of you commented ~ your nerves are fried. I relate to that one.  Tonight I cried over the restrictions ~ these damn systems.  Pay for this, pay for that (of note:  within the last 2 days I have begun to see the buzz word “quantum financial system” ~ replacing the term “GCR” ~ which speaks of each of us receiving credits ~ bypassing the banking system somehow.  I know HATJ spoke of something along these lines ~ new codes coming online where all receive credits.  Just have found it intriguing that suddenly I am seeing this being spoken of in some of the circles I belong to.)

Can’t go here or do that without the invisible master saying “no”.  Arrrrrrrrgh tonight it is a HUGE thorn in my ass and I don’t know whether to scream or fall into apathy.

Systems systems systems.  ENOUGH.

We all must see how the systems, by their very design, do not allow for us to BE THE way we are CREATED to Be/Do.  It is this design that has lead to the divisions.

But there is hope as we embrace the idea that we do not need these systems. We don’t need their dirty rules and imposition upon our lives.   They do, however, need US to survive.

Let us think about that one as we move through the destruction and chaos of the old and continue to collaborate on the New.

Much love,

a very weary but still kickin’ Victoria

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