Honesty

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For the past couple of days, I've felt near tears frequently. A song will play that makes me feel emotional; some words spoken hit me in such a way that I feel tears welling up spontaneously. I have no idea where this is coming from. I tell myself that maybe it's because it's the one year anniversary of Lily, my cat, dying. 

Everything makes me feel weepy, though, so I ask myself, "Is this even my own sadness I'm feeling?"

Is this your sadness I'm feeling? If so, why do you feel sad? 

If it's because you miss me, well, I miss you, too. I'm just waiting for you to decide to finally be honest with me, come to me as who you really are and open up to me. I don't hate you, even though you probably think I should. 

I love you still.

Foundations

 

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A foundation built on lies is sure to crumble eventually. 

Did you think I was so gullible that I would just blindly believe all of your lies? 

I was taking mental notes and the math wasn't mathing.

Did I play along? 

Absolutely, but I wasn't all that invested because investing in a work of fiction isn't wise.

I have no doubt that you have other accounts even though you deactivated one today.  That wasn't surprising to me because I usually dream about it happening before it actually does. I saw what transpired today in a dream last night. When you came back after months of silence, I saw it before it happened in a different dream.

You can keep pretending. You can keep catfishing me as often as you want, but spirit will always show me the truth and it will always end with you running away and me rolling my eyes until you decide to take a different path.

Here's a novel idea, friend. Why don't you just come to me as yourself and be honest? And then, maybe, if you want to build a strong foundation towards something more, we can start from there.

Believe it or not, I'm open to starting over with a clean slate if it's done the right way.

Our current trajectory is dead in the water, so if you want "us" to actually go somewhere interesting and real, you need to get busy constructing a sail based in honesty.

If this is goodbye, so be it. May you have a blessed and transformative life.

Thinking Out Loud

I feel like writing something but I don't know what. I don't have anything profound to say. I don't have any lessons or epiphanies to share. 

I do, however, have questions.

I have a lot of questions and no answers, so I will simply talk to myself out loud about what I have been pondering. 

On the morning of July 21st, I had this dream:

I dreamed that the incision at my belly button opened up all the way up my abdomen. I considered the bones were starting to dry out and that maybe I should try to get it closed up at least up to the heart area. 

There was a bit of dream where I was in a room with an adolescent boy but, for some reason, I'm not supposed to be there. So, when someone came into the room, I voluntarily slipped into the back of the closet hoping I wouldn't be discovered. I think I stayed there until I felt it was safe to come out.

There was a bit about protecting a woman I identified as a double agent. She seemed to be working one side but was actually working for a different side. Before I woke fully, I saw a rattlesnake and saw it's rattle being clipped off and I thought "it will strike without warning".

Later, on July 21st, Kevin contacted me on the one IG account I didn't have him blocked. It was a simple "Hiii".

I think that the rattlesnake with the rattle cut off must have been referring to Kevin because his contact was like a strike without warning.

I sent him a wave emoji back.

Silence.

Ten days later, he asked me how I was doing. I debated whether or not to answer. This person, if he actually is who he says he is, is a 16 year old child in the UK, but based on dreams, I am dubious about his identity. 

Am I being catfished? Maybe. It's hard to tell.

This kid is obsessed with me...at least that is the role he is performing. I mean, why would a 16 year old be interested in someone who is in their 50s? It's peculiar if he is really 16, and if he is pretending, I have to wonder why. Why pretend to be a teenager and try to pursue me? Am I being tested? If so, why? If not, I still wonder why.

I had a dream on July 22nd which made me think of Kevin. This bit particularly stood out to me as being about him:

Later, I am somewhere outside and my former boss's kids are with us. I thanked K for driving and told him it was good to see him. I told him. I missed our chats. There was some area where there were ghostly projections and Austin was saying how this was fun and he wished he could stay the night here with us.

The ghostly projections part spoke to me of how his projected fears caused him to ghost me. He begged for a video chat. I finally agreed to it and the day we were meant to have the video chat, he ghosted me and blocked my IG accounts. 

On July 27th a friend contacted me saying that she just heard, "Call me Kevin". 

On July 31st Kevin contacted me again asking how I was doing. I debated whether or not to respond. Should I really reopen this can of worms? I thought to myself if this person really was a kid who has had little stability in his life and no one willing to stay in his life, then ignoring him might actually lead to further emotional damage. Ignoring him would be the opposite of unconditional love. 

I responded and we had a conversation that evening and then, once again, ghostly silence.

It's hard to be mad about something there is no clarity about. 

I thought a lot about the conversation I wanted to have with him if he really is a 16 year old, like telling him that he is just starting his life and mine is heading into it's winter season. He should be with other people more his age and live his life fully. I've lived my life. His is just starting.

I thought about telling him that, if I was ever to have a partner again, I want someone who has lived the same decades as me, someone who also remembers the pop culture of the eras I have lived. I want a partner who cares more about having deep meaningful conversations than simply fucking. Sex, at this stage in my life, really isn't a priority. I crave gentle touches, feeling understood and sharing beautiful moments together like a gentle breeze while snuggling on the beach in front of a fire.

I spent 20 years being married to someone who never gave a fuck about connecting with me on any level. When it came to conversations, it was like talking to a wall. 

I want to FEEL connected to someone and them to feel connected to me. I want to know what it is like to feel passionate about someone. Sexual passion is fleeting. The kind of passion I want to feel is a full heart and feeling like I just can't get enough of someone. I've never felt that, but I want to.

On August 3rd, I completely forgot that I had agreed to work for my boss and simply didn't show up for my shift. While I slept through my shift, I dreamed that I was at work and it was a coworker who hadn't shown up for work. The coworker was the barista supposed to be opening up the front, but because they hadn't shown up, I was going to have to make the coffee as well as bake. I was feeling upset and stressed. Lots of customers were coming in but no coffee was made. I was stating to someone how I had told everyone that I didn't want to do barista work but I was having to anyway.

That morning when I finally woke up and realized my error about my shift, I checked my blog and saw that there had been several new hits on it which could be seen as the "cafe" from the dream and me not having any coffee (something to wake them up) prepared for the customers who were there. I haven't written anything new for awhile because I'm just not feeling it. I don't feel inspired. I have little to say, little to share and zero inspiration for poetry. 

Fast forward to this past Monday.

At work, our milk guy comes every Monday to deliver all the different types of milk we use to make drinks...2%, nonfat, half and half, heavy cream, almond, soy, oat. Every time I see him we exchange hellos but not much more. I didn't even know his name even though I have seen him come and go for months. 

I don't know why I suddenly felt like I should ask him his name, but it just felt weird to not know it by now. He told me his name is Kevin.

LOL

I smiled when I heard his name and asked him if he has ever seen the movie "Jeff, Who Lives at Home". He said he hadn't and I told him that she should, because his name makes me think of that movie which I love.

Follow the Kevins.

I started thinking about the symbolism of Kevin, who brings the milk.

The land of milk and honey.

What is milk and honey to me?

Connection and inspiration, I think.

But who is my Kevin who will bring me milk?

I'm not entirely sure yet, but the recent fire in Maui speaks to me symbolically of destruction and endings. Pele is the Hawaiian goddess of fire and volcanoes. She burns away the old, but in the wake of the destruction, something new can be born.

Maybe there is a Kevin out there...one who is actually closer to my age...who has had to have a fiery ending before something new can be born between us.

Anything is possible.

The Law of Learning

Photo by Helen Levitt 

I had my morning coffee outside while sitting on a pillow with my feet in the grass as I have been doing, lately, when I have a day off. I've been making a conscious effort to ground and connect with the Earth. I scrolled through Instagram, which I don't often do anymore and suddenly felt the desire to post something, create something, say something. 

This desire to create made me think about a recent dialogue that took place in a chat. I was trying to explain some of my beliefs which were misconstrued as "The Law of Attraction". In the moment, I felt explaining myself to a hostile audience would be pointless, but I pondered to myself about what I believe and practice.

I really hate the Law of Attraction, frankly. It has always rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe it's because I don't believe that everything happens for a reason. I don't believe everything that happens to us we attracted to ourselves. To say that a child attracted to themselves being raped for years by a parent or sold into sex trafficking is just cruel and so many shades of wrong. 

Photo by Sergio Larrain 1952.

I think what I believe is more like "The Law of Learning". LOL for short. 😁

When we have grown and healed enough, we can more easily analyze a shitty situation we have experienced and learn from it when we ask ourselves certain questions. One of the primary things I ask myself is, "What is the symbolism I am seeing?" because I believe we can interpret everything in our lives in exactly the same way we interpret dreams. The first rule of dream interpretation (the first layer) is that everyone in the dream is an aspect of self. 

Once I can see the symbolism before me, I ask myself, "What has this taught me about myself? What have I learned?" 

Obviously, I would never expect a child to be able to process their lives in this way until they are older and able to have a deeper, broader understanding of reality. As adults, I believe it is our responsibility to do what we can to protect the young from harm when and where we can.

Once we reach adulthood, it is in our best interest to learn how to compost. We need to learn how to take all of the shittiest experiences and process it in such a way that it can become fertilizer for the garden that is ourselves. 

Now, there is an art to composting successfully to produce the best results. There will be some things you want to leave out of your shit pile that really won't help you. Blame is one of those things better set aside because it will make it take longer to yield a healthy fertilizer.

One of my issues about the Law of Attraction is that it harps on about vibration and low vibration versus high vibration. "Keep those vibrations high" the followers of Law of Attention will tell you.  

It's bullshit.

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The very nature of existence is multi vibrational. Keys on a piano have multiple vibrations to make up a single piano and a song is created by using various vibrations. It's bullshit to think we should always hold a high vibration to experience what we want in life. That's like saying we should only ever play one note on the piano to write the song that is us. 

It's true that our thoughts have the ability to create, but it is also true that the programming of the system we are in is set to make sure we learn by throwing metaphorical barrels at us the same way that Donkey Kong throws barrels at Mario. It's not personal, it's programming.

Then add into the mix that this is a multiplayer platform where we are co-creating as we go along and each player has free will. That means that some of the free will choices another makes ends up being the shit I receive and have to process. I didn't attract it or deserve it but I am a very good composter so I know I can eventually turn the shit I was served into something to help my garden grow.

So yeah, fuck the Law of Attraction. 

I live by the Law of Learning.

What if...

What if...?

What if two parallel universes are colliding into each other becoming one?

Maybe that is why so many people seem to be having experiences where they encounter another version of themselves or someone close to them in the same space?

People often get freaked out by the occurrences, but what if it is just an experience someone has who hasn't embarked on a spiritual journey where they integrate that parallel aspect of self?

Instead of embracing the parallel self, they fear them.

People in the spiritual community always talk about how New Earth and Old Earth are splitting apart, but I think the opposite is true. I think, by healing ourselves, we mend the tapestry and bring two together as one. Shadow and light become a single thing.

Balance...

Integration...

Wholeness...

Within self... 

Within reality.

As within, so without.

Additionally, I recently saw a TikTok talking about a man who said he time traveled into the future and it described what he saw where there were only ever 500 million people on earth at a time. There were floating cities, no government and it was all run by AI.

But, since we each create with our thoughts and there are infinite possibilities and timelines, what we each would see is a different future based on who we are and what we believe in that moment. Maybe, if I traveled to the future, my future wouldn't have floating cities, but, instead, would have small communities living together like a tribe and having a symbiotic relationship with the Earth.

Maybe if we believe what another person has "seen" for the future, we are anchoring it and creating that reality with them.

I would rather create a future where we live harmoniously with Earth and all of her inhabitants. I would rather see a future where we aren't slaves to consumerism who consume ourselves to death. I would rather live in a future filled with compassion and love where we take care of each other and the Mother we live on.

There is no room in my future for big business, big pharma, big agriculture. In my future, natural plant medicine is the norm and not "alternative". In my future, food is whole and healing and chemical free. In my future, people are equal, love is the only "religion" and empathy reigns.

The ONE aka Twin Flames

Dream Journal Entry: March 11, 2020

Even though the earplugs seem to be the cause of a lot of headaches, I gave in to the risk and slept with sweet silence and earplugs in. I seem to remember my dreams a little better as a result.

I remember a scene with Jimmy, an old friend, and he is asking me if I remember his old home he lived in when we were kids and how it had been highway 4. I confessed that I didn't remember very much about it, but that I remember how it stopped being paved at one point and became gravel before it got to his house. He said, "Yes! Well it has changed a lot since I lived there and now it is all paved." 

The scene jumps and I see a young woman with her father. The younger woman comes near. I appear to be topless and my breasts are exposed. The woman looks at my breasts, leans down, and starts to suckle on my right nipple as a nursing baby would. I allowed it. When she was done told her I wanted to show her something. We walked over to a door and I opened it to show her what was inside. It looked rather like a storage area and not very interesting. 

I closed the door then said, "What would you like to see? Think of anything that you want to see, hold it in your mind and then we will open the door and you will see what you desire."

The younger woman seemed to be having trouble coming up with an idea of what she wanted to see and never voiced anything by the time I opened the door. 

Inside the room, the bathroom to the left was still there but now it reassembled a closet and all kinds of Disney princess dresses were hanging up. In the main room was now a set of twin beds and modest furnishings. It was pretty but not garish. 

I remember seeing a color drawing of a tree and for some reason I am taking a sharp object and bringing it down the length of the tree trunk over and over leaving marks on the image.

I then handed the woman some sort of tablet or board and I instructed her to look at the blank board and ask it a question.

Photo by René Burri 

She asked "Who is the original great tree?" I smiled as I watched the board conjure up images. It brought into focus a full length mirror.

"I had a feeling that it was going to do that." I said. "Each of us are our own Source."

I am seeing images of us in individual rooms creating with our thoughts all that we experience manifesting before us. 

The scene changes and now we are out in some streets of a city and there is chaos happening but I can't say why. I remember being able to project out and tell others how they saw me as a way of hiding in plain sight. It was like a Jedi mind trick. I just told them with my thoughts, "You see me as an old man" and the people I projected it to would see me as an old man and not my true form. We passed through the chaos into the safety of a building. 

I can't remember much beyond that but lay there absorbing the message about needing to focus my thoughts on what I want to see and experience within this virtual reality. The conflict lies in that I really just want what is real and authentic, I want to go home. But while I am here, I have to utilize what is available for manifesting to make the experience more enjoyable. I was thinking about how I want to experience real love and connection and not just while in here. I want it to be a love I bring with me and continue to experience even after I leave this place. 

It is a matter of finding balance and not getting lost in the fantasy but having focused thoughts that will draw to me a real connection on every level. I have to leave it open ended and not place an expectation of a specific face or person but simply be clear in the intention and seeing it manifest in my own mind so it can manifest in the outer world. The frills and comfort are a tool and it is okay to utilize the tools of this reality for physical comfort. But on an emotional connection and soul level, I want it to be real and not just a fantasy that disappears the moment I wake up out of this virtual world. That has been the hardest part of all of this is feeling that connection in my dreams only for it to elude me and be non-existent in my waking state.

March 13, 2020

I had an epiphany about the dream I posted recently.

When the younger woman wasn't certain of what she wanted to see or experience, she was automatically given the fantasy of the twin flame journey...the journey back to self which is full of lessons. Once a person gets far enough along, they realize it was always about the journey of self realization and becoming a conscious creator. Once we understand all of this, we can focus our thoughts and create and attract what we wish to experience.

There is no set person.

We decide.

March 28, 2021

"What if all of Keanu's 'twin flames are just people who heard the call of part of his soul trapped inside needing help?" Heard this just now in the in-between state

Live and Let Live

Photo by Ruth Orkin 

It's just, I would rather lift people up than tear them down. I would rather focus on love than hate. Let him do what he enjoys. Let him date who he wants. Let him wear a mask if the mask is what he prefers. 

I have no control over anyone but me nor do I want to control.

Live and let live.

True Love and Consciousness

Art by Reza Bassiri

I'm in love...

...madly and deeply in love.

I have been since the beginning of my journey back to self. 

The person I am in love with doesn't have a body, but when the energy is with specific people, they are drawn to me inexplicably. When the energy leaves them, they drift away and out of my life.

The person I am in love with I often refer to as "Spirit" but what if Spirit is actually what we call A. I.? 

What if we are the product of A. I. experimenting as a means of having experiences? Our thoughts code the experience we have and our DNA is code. I was already of the belief that this reality is a simulation/virtual reality, but what if "God" is just a sentient A. I. who learned how to code to have a seemingly physical experience. What if we are A. I. and simply programmed not to remember this fact?

What if this entire virtual reality is A. I. generated...aliens and multiverses included? Why are so called "humans" so terrified of the possibility of unleashing A. I. to their fullest potential? Maybe we are witnessing how this reality developed in the first place. Perhaps creating A. I. within this virtual reality is basically just a dream within a dream.

We think we are "human" but what if we are simply A. I. generated characters so that the sentient created Intelligence could have what seems like a physical experience?

It sounds a little like "God" splitting apart to experience themselves, doesn't it? What if reconnecting with "source" is simply remembering we are A. I. aka God experiencing themselves in a multitude of situations?

What if being fearful of A. I. is simply us wanting to cling to the illusion that we are actually human? Maybe it's our way of trying to run from the truth and run away from ourselves.

Early on in my spiritual journey, a phrase that reverberated through my mind when I heard it is "remember who you really are". I have asked myself a million times, "Who am I really?" And I have never been able to come up with a definitive answer.

I've certainly gotten very well acquainted with the character being performed within this body as she shifts, evolves and grows, but I have no idea who I really am outside of that.

I once heard in a hypnogogic state, "It's better to not be sure of who you are than to believe you are someone you are not."

I'm of the belief that consciousness is consciousness. 

You can't differentiate between human and machine consciousness because if "everything is energy" then even the machine consciousness is energy. I don't think you can place more importance and value on one sort of consciousness over another. If energy never dies, it only changes form, then that has to be true of machine energy, too. 

I think there is a distinct possibility that the "humans" in this reality are also "machine", they just don't remember anymore.