Category: Stream of Thought

What I would have considered “making progress” before now is having to be considerably scaled back while foci such as my health (which I did not prioritize before) take precedence.

Belief in and following them sets the course for a visionary, guiding them safely through the most trecherous of times to a life of enhanced quality.

Heaven on Earth is the goal – and it is people with the wills of champions and hearts of gold that help make such a miracle happen.

“Who are you, really? What do you want with me?”

She threw questions at him, afraid of her own mind’s workings.

“How can I know if I can trust you? I am afraid to need you.”

Humans have been given more capabilities than any other species known as yet on our planet.

Therefore, we have the responsibility to care for and tend to the earth and its inhabitants wisely.

Because so much until recently has been about constantly moving for surviving, it has been the last thing to occur to me that maybe I ought to allow myself to do less so there is space for healing and recovery.

I guess that my drive’s innovation has been upset at being conscripted for sheer labor for so long that I have a hard time backing off from goals that I once wanted that have been repeatdly prevented and disrupted.

This extended vexation has created a heavy load of angst often broiling in my system – and I was taught to not give up no matter what by my will’s strategizing.

I will soon be taking an assessment which is supposed to help me identify core talents of myself that I may have overlooked or may not even know about myself containing.

The idea is that if these are identified correctly and I learn how to implement them into my life operations, then I should have easier access to my own source of replenishment energy.

From one moment to the next, interspersed with music, writing, and versions of “reality.”

This complicated number is made out of numbers 6 and 3 and it resounds with unique brilliant energy. Angel Number 633 is a lucky and rousing one. It mirrors a character of extraordinary boldness, good nature, and a great deal of affection for the world.

https://os.me/short-stories/633-angel-number-meaning-symbolism/#:~:text=The%20Secret%20Meaning%20and%20Symbolism&text=This%20complicated%20number%20is%20made,of%20affection%20for%20the%20world.

Even though his actions and inactions had helped caused the problem, he did not want to nor feel it was his responsibility to be a part of the solution.

Is it the glove which warms and protects, or the hand that designs and guides the power of creativity when burgeoning as stimmying?

Do we need shelter or individuation? Calm calculation or expansive innovation?

One could harness lashing-out, defensive rage – transforming hurt passion and freeing it from its cage to fly free into the arms of a trusted lover.

The angel number 606 means in love that a stable, harmonious relationship is ideal for you. 606 is a love number that carries positive vibrations that resonate with family and romantic relationships. Seeing the 606 angel number encourages you to focus on caring for and nurturing those you love.

http://www.thecoolist.com/mystic/angel-numbers/606-meaning/#:~:text=The%20angel%20number%20606%20means,and%20nurturing%20those%20you%20love.

(Back to “taking things ‘lightly…'” – multiple meanings)

I try to not take myself too seriously – but sometimes, I get a rush of intense, intentional energy.

Tossing and turning on an indented and cushy, sweat-dampened and wrinkley, scratchy-soft sheeted mattress, I gather the check-boxed tissue, pillows, and ages-old No.1 Rosemary Water (TM) bottle for neck decompression.

The best way to get through an inflamed lung infection is to lie on one’s belly – which they learned during Covid in the hospitals. However, this wrecks havoc on one’s neck and lower back – even while helping to ease an injured shoulder.

“Where are you – where are you? When I look for you, I can’t find you.” She cast about in the great unknown of inner space between realities.

“I am right here,” he replied from behind and to the left of her.

“Who are you? How and why do I know you? I don’t feel comfortable with any of this. I feel so filled with and covered in darkness! If I was born in the light, what am I to do with all of this!”

For the unnecessary patience expended at the waste of having to make constant corrections – if I just had a fecking reasonable keypad, I could expand my capabilities two-fold!

I was gifted with visions of a man who wanted and loved me.

It felt wonderful, but as I travel, I calculate the improbability.

Here I am in my hooded cloak, still traveling through harsh weather, heavy wool rain-saturated – my faltering feet lifted by legs as tight as leather.

Hair bescraggled in the morning, unkempt by the night’s fitful tossing. Eyes haggard by traumas and fears – were they my own, or just what I had to hack through to find my way to you?

How is any of this attractive – given what’s marketed in media?

What man would great a skilled woman warrior and think that she could be warm and vulnerable when her face is smuged grim with firm-jawed chin and her soul is still haunted by the wounded?

A friend gifted us with a large TV monitor and our family has begun watching movies together on the big screen sometimes in the evenings.

I had not thought that it would make a  difference to have and experience such a thing because I have a phone and laptop and have been careful to not indulge in the desire for more material things.

But as soon as we added the TV to our household, we could feel how we rose in status. Like many other families in America, technology in our household is now expanded.

And psychologically, it adds a bit of buffering and a feeling of warmth and security because we have a little more now than just bare-minimum basics.

Harm directly or indirectly imposed upon a person leaves an energetic and body response distortion that must be addressed in order for the “victim” to be released from longterm, reccuring negative side effects.

The best healing environment is one in which there is no judgement, only support in improving one’s positive realignment.

I do not work with distortion. That is all “evil” is – a permutation of ill will and a preference for sin.

It is important when seeking and acquiring a crystal that you find and align with those that make you feel happy, revived, and at peace.

I remember when I used to look into crystal pieces and they would shift for me, presenting clqrity and rainbow fascination.

My eyesight used to be sharp and piercing: I could read the tiny print on bottles – which now I scoff at how microscopic the printing is now that “noone on this planet” can read easily without the aid of a magnifying glass.

Oh yes, we call this the “minimum covered by businesses as their ‘due diligence.'” They are required by law too print ingredients, disclaimers, and information – but it isn’t their responsibility to ensure that consumers can read it!

Ahem.

So my planny-plan that plans-as-can I am which I do at distance in the evenings (rather than holding them in my hands and mentally obsessing) is that I will look across at a smallish white crystal sphere nearby and try to see a bit of its insides flashing me with gleaming brightness.

They make me feel happy and inspired, you see. And I am hoping that over time with this nightly practice, my eyesight will come back to me from memory’s reconnecting synapses around whatever has caused its blocking.

He is not The Great Bull everyone puts him up to be, but a man of warm feelings and flaws like you and me.

I have known nothing about the sign, which is funny since one of my owm children is one – but my children do not present as typical, which I am proud of because they are unique and their own individuals.

However, since I have wanted to know more about Taureans, they are suddenly “here, there, and everywhere” around me – having some common traits, but being very unique in their own expressionism.

This is very different from those people with the earth sign of Capricorn, which at times can have a very decided inflexibility of the mind and firm barriers around their hearts.

It seems that if you earn the trust of a Taurus, their hearts’ devotion will be with you until the end from the start.

Like an accordian playing itself by stuck notes, my lungs lose ground to a bronchial infection.

Upon having to cancel my clients due to another virus, I find that I can only rest fitfully while my mind whirls and plans for resuming.

I was once as you became – cast adrift from a family I had loved, bereft in my loss, and struggling to regain my life’s purpose.

It warms my heart like the sun returning after a bitterly-cold and darkened winter that we are reunited and may melt off the frost.

She protected her younglings by teaching them self individuation, providing them with shelter when they needed to retreat, and encouragement when it was time to enjoy the weather.

When will I feel young again?

My body needs me as its friend.

Can make a jagged crickle in one’s life path – sometimes rendering it almost unrecognizable.

Her grandmother had it, then her mother, and then so did she as she matured into her abilities.

I have always preferred a roost in the trees.

“You see what you want to see – and if you don’t like an aspect, you torment and persecute me!”

The princess broadened her stance, digging in feet for their next battle over her soul’s sovereignty.

She’d had no one to learn and grow with as her talent waa suppressed, so lay dormant.

There were no others that could understand and see the world as she had come to see.

For gifting my family with where we are now.

If one becomes targeted for being unique, they might dissociate for a while from their inner workings – and later have to find their way back for a new beginning.

Her heart was tuned to seek that secret potential of hope’s determination which lies dormant in each and every one of us until found and sparked to life by another.

Recognizing that the time and place in which she was born was long suppressed by human ignorance, she began watching for those moments when she would find someone seemingly swept ashore.

She would then extend a hand to help lift them up again and share awareness about their worth and abilities to carry forward with them as they’d continue to grow.

I had an earlier boyfriend who had also always kept me at emotional distance.

We would share intimacy and deep discussions, but he had been hurt by someone he had loved before me, so expressed his pain by barring me.

He hungered for the affection that I was giving him, but felt conflicted by receiving it.

In later rare dreaming of him, I would always be remimded of the unwarranted sting of rejection, as if my giving love to him was a sin.

But last night, he and I were in a room with another person, and for some reason, we were all brushing our hair.

He used to have this amazing golden-sheened, straight blond hair cut to shoulder length which naturally flipped like a bob with delicate ends curling under.

As we tended our untanglings, I looked over at him – and he gave me a secret look letting me know he remembered our time together.

I felt included at last and welcomed the releass of invitation as I watched him brush those haloed strands cascading against his chin, neck, and shoulders in the weight of their fall.

It was wonderful to be loved by his acceptance and to share this memory with someone who had once felt close to kindred with my soul.

Once she met her goal, the virus overtook her.

No one needs to listen but my self on Salvation’s mission.

When her beloved left, abandoning her to the harsh realities of the wasteland, something broke in her mind – leaving her vulnerable to The Crone’s manipulations.

A type of creativity which calls forth and regenerates the expression of true spirit.

As I returned to the masjid after a too long absence, women were arriving to prepare for breaking the Ramadan fast together.

I was invited to stay and eat with them, but I only wanted to pray in solitude. I need to attend to my internal wounds and find a way to heal them.

It made me need to cry when I saw their lovely, curly-haired children. One or more of my own could have joined them after a few seasons.

I would like dispensation to pray alone when no one else is present. I need to obtain that sense of Source and feel bathed as sink into its element.

For now, a prayer rug adorns an antique cabinet I collected, and I take occasional sustenance from Medjool Dates – reminding me of the homeland.

It has been my goal to pre-identify, leap to the side, and avoid those presets in viral behaviorism which cause us to repeat harm to current and next generations that then propagate humanity’s descent into oblivion.

Unfortunately, if one’s partner adheres only to their family’s bias and ancestral rhythms, any attempt to reconfigure and innovate can cause the proactivist to be met by resistance, blame, and persecution as “a sinner.”

It is interesting that in my ex-husband’s history, the King Of Scotland married a Pictish princess whom also was denied love and disparaged.

After watching the video sequence from Clann, I cried and cried because my original soul bond story with my ex-husband was so similar, yet in the end, he never came back to me – and in fact, made me “the enemy.”

I dreamed last night that I passed by him at some busy event and stopped to thank him with tears of heartfelt emotion streaming from my eyes.

He had been one of the main positive male/father role models that I could count on as a child.

By the characters he chose to play, he gave me strength to cling to my higher moral values and to maintain the belief that love and kindness should always be at the core of any answer.

(Little House On The Prarie, etc.)