Angel number 300 is a cue from the divine forces that you have to respect the people who were behind your success and be grateful. In other words, having good people will make your life better and great. Therefore, your guardian angels emphasize surrounding yourself with great people who can change your life.
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I am not susceptible – but pursuadable.
Angel number 255 symbolizes changes, transformations and opportunities. This number tells us to be more productive and more open to new ideas. This is the only way we can progress in life and make significant changes. If we continue to go down he same road, then nothing is going to change.
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With the smooth layout now of this apartment, how easy it would be to just go into the kitchen and make my Finish pancake!
(Tummy grumblings for the rich custardy…)
I write here because people do not listen to me.
Am I likeable? It’s a question this morning.
They say this is a product of naivete – or of youth – because supposedly, once you reach a certain age of “maturity,” such questions ought not to plague you.
I know I am likeable – and even more so, a genuine benefactor of humanity by the kind words I’ll say, or the lift I’ll give to another’s spirit in just passing.
I develop great rapport, genuine affection for, and caring with individual clients. I nourish trust between us, and they put a chance for their well beings’ progress in my hands.
It’s when I attempt to join forces with another team that I get bad messaging: I show up, play fair and squarely – then get rejected because the staff are doing other things.
I don’t go up to them in their face, and confront them.
I don’t walk around the office with a chip on my shoulder, or imposing judgements.
I just draw my sense of self more around me, holding my own position and not joining in the debauchery.
Meanwhile, the rest of the office flocks like birds chirping and following each others’ lead, swooping and winding through gossip trees.
Or, they gather together like a pack of hyenas, ready to figuratively attack and strip others, as soon as they see them.
I just take a step back and watch them, politely declining to add weight to their “cause.”
Before long, they excise me – and when I turn to go, they swipe at me with claws.
We used to have a cattery where we could time-out the cats, but with our place being smaller and youngest wanting the cats to be more happy, we did not bring it.
They used to yowl and misbehave with it, anyway. But, at least, we were where neighbors could not hear them.
The cats have been in youngling’s room while the rest of the house is put together, for they get into everything and could get hurt if unstable boxes fell on them.
They were content for a week and not causing mischief, but now when he is gone to work, the male begins digging at the bottom of the bedroom door, and I have had to spray him with water to get him to stop.
This evening, right after having to spray him, our silver girl decided to begin yowling loud for my attention. I had to go after her, too.
The thing is, there is no real solution.
Once these two get it in their minds (after having been given everything) that they want something different, they will misbehave until disciplined.
Their antics could get us kicked out with them being so loud and obnoxious in the middle of the night with neighbors stacked in around us.
I feel I have no choice but to stuff them into the back of the car in cat carriers when I leave to go get youngling, because if they do this behavior while I am gone, they are going to get us complaints from our neighbors.
We’ve only been here a week, and their anarchy could derail us!
(Two dogs and two cats in the car as passengers.)
It is said that things happen for a reason.
So, in losing this job which felt like a good fit, maybe I avoided some disaster.
Maybe the woman there was jealous, for example, and when things would come to surface later, she’d be chosen over me at greater losses to me.
So, this disolving now prevented larger losses.
It just doesn’t make sense how things upended suddenly, without their being some hidden factor.
It isn’t for the perpetrator, it’s to set the victim free.
And how I would define it is different from most traditions.
I cannot forgive someone from doing harm (unless I have reason to do so, personally), but I can learn to dissolve my attachment – and let “God” be Judge and Jury.
There’s a game going around where people try to destroy others’ reputations.
Why? Not for truth or justice – or basis in facts.
But, because they want to feel right in doing bad things.
And they do not care what harm comes of it.
I will not stoop to their level.
Even if it means again that I cannot gain employment.
I was never part of the system, really.
Observing current rabidity, why would I want to be?
“Love thine neighbor” – unless they are not already part of your community.
Then stone them, or nail them to a cross.
It isn’t me. I don’t cause problems.
They always have pre-established clicks.
Thetefore, I’m seen as expendable.
“Eat, my sweet hounds – dear followers into unknown destiny!”
I shouldn’t have these bruises – especially the deeper impact ones with a pink eye in the center, surrounded by a thick ring of purple.
And yet, I’m proud of them: they humanize me, and prove I’m capable of enduring.
It’s important The People respect me, and see me as akin to them.
Even if I’m an Elite.
“No. I won’t do it. I can’t watch you with another woman,” she resisted. “You’ll just have to give me a different project to oversee.”
“But, my Dear Girl,” he crooned in dulcet tones, persuading, “You know that only the deepest game will satisfy your craving.”
It is a challenge for me to recognize snd acknowledge my dualities.
I am stuck in the world of data and restrictions – this supposed “materialism” – and yet, I am more than a product of “The Machine.”
What I display to my own eyes from creativity is just the surface tip of more within and what can come through me.
I am a woman, yet a shapeshifter.
I am human, yet made of pure magic.
I am solid, yet ethereal.
I am calm and peaceful – yet a terrible, raging storm.
I’m an alchemist of emotions, is what it all comes down to.
Great power resides within me, waiting to be born.
My brain and body have been boxed in for the last three years.
It’s been like being on lockdown, before, during, and after initial pandemic.
This mitigated my ingenuity and constrained my ability to create dynamic interrelationships.
I need to get over this hump of the local office resigning on me, and its effects on my psychology.
I am behaving shell-shocked, likely from what I’ve also just escaped from.
There are many other offices here, maybe an even better fit for me.
Or maybe, I’ll just go mobile-solo again.
I’m surprised to feel as if I’m thawing from ice.
I just need to get my muscles warmed up again.
Downsizing from not much allows remaining gems to be seen more clearly.
A few wooden bookshelves for storage, with an upright desk and lifted chairs, are surrounded by gray-blueish office privacy panels that create a bedroom out of a portion of our large living room.
Within this is placed a raised bed with box springs, mattress, foam pad, sheets, pillows, and many layers of pleasantly comfortable blankets.
A soft, dark blue patterned throw blanket drapes the entrance, and deep cream-red-orange Middle Eastern-type rugs cover the floor, elegantly.
Dragon wings – pinched and bruised –
Struggled against steel chains’ abuse.
Binding tight against right to flight they
Enslaved thought while she slept at night
Whispering madness – filling with dread
Once freeborn soul was proclaimed dead
Until that day that rust always dreads
As fell to floor crushed under her tread.
When people turn against you and let you down.
I believe there’s a way out of this maze, though new levels are added to exhaust me.
If I get frustrated and give up, they win – and with a smirk, they’ll applaud me.
People often attack what they do not – or refuse to – understand.
I’m beginning to have suspician that chiropractors do not want patients healed by massage therapy – and when they realize how good I am, they feel their position is threatened.
When I began my quest to leave there, I lept beyond my understanding.
Now that I’ve arrived, new learning’s just beginning.
There are different parameters of expectation placed upon you, depending on if you’re an independent contractor or employee.
But, if you are held to double standards, there’s no way to properly manuever to succeed.
1155 meaning is telling you that what you are now is not what you will always be. There is room for change and becoming better. Trust in yourself and your abilities and believe that everything in your life will work out. Trust in your guardian angels to guide and support you anytime you need them.
I must no longer find blame in myself for others’ wrong doings.
Trying to keep ahead of the wave that threatens to crush me leaves little room for school or other self expansion.
The rich disparage the poor for not becoming educated, while dumping their garbage down the way for us to deal with.
Put them in a boat on Shit Stream without an oar – and see how well they’ll paddle!
When a person is in distress, their insides hang out.
One cannot review the good memories without a taint to their sweetness.
It is easier for a man
To poison a well
That is not his own
Do not tell me it’s the way I’m thinking.
I’m saying this as a positivist, dealing with what others leave as wreckage.
You look at me and say I’m too much work because I’m honest, ask questions, and address issues of concern.
You look at her and think she’s easy because she doesn’t ask anything.
There’s a kind of magic that flows between you – effortlessly.
Well, maybe that’s because you haven’t hurt her.
Yet.
You did all your bs practicing on others like me to win your bet.
There’s trust between you two now that you stole from someone like me, giving the fire taken – not yours – to another.
With constant, unexpected shifting of any minorly-gleaned elusive security capsizing and then burning, at some point the yammering, adrenaline-laden mind finally says:
“Fuck it!”
And opts out.
As I acknowledge both the good and bad as I write about my life, maybe I regain what others discarded.
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