Category: United Front

I might not be able to remove the cancer, but I can go after other infections.

(Caring for my Queen)

Where the heart is.

What better use of money than to attempt to prolong love’s life and to invest in a youngling’s future?

Youngest launching is a success in parenting, not personal failure.

All that time when we were desperate for survival (still are, lol) and the animals’ health held firm has come due.

It would have been great to have been able to wait for the pet insurance, but there was no time.

I just accidentally drank a few days-old water that our wolf had drunk out of!

It is important to help nestlings gain air under their strengthening wings.

A tool for Possibility.

Being able to care for loved ones is essential.

There is a rightness to tending to that which needs care.

The name of the game.

Our tiger is back at the specialists.

It is a terrible waste to have to consider “end of life” when the spirit’s spark still burns so bright and limited funds are the knife’s deciding factor.

If money were abundant, I could get my tiger a pacemaker and my wolf cataract surgery.

I could do procedures to address my silver queen’s liver cancer.

I could get new hind knees for our fawn feline ranger and rehabilitation for our young hound’s hip dyslasia.

Keeping promises as best possible.

It is expensive ensuring health care for pets, just as it is for humans.

How much fluid they siphoned from our tiger’s chest.

Our tiger is getting fluid removed from his chest – the biggest risk being sedation.

By Athena Stairs, July 15, 2024

The doctors and scientists would end up caging us one by one after we took the serum to restore our humanity’s origins because it helped those of us newly inoculated to have sense of safety by defined external boundaries.

We could not roam nor wander lost and confused in the throes of healing while overcoming our brokenness, and no one could enter these artificial yet soothing barred havens as our minds realized just how fragmented of an existence as a species that we all as humans had been living.

What outside observers yet unadministered to misread as “regression,” those in transition quickly realized in process as “reclamation.”

Spasming and shaking worked out where our bodies had been trapped in “fight, flight, or freeze” from life’s pressures while we cried out in distressed pain from now-conscious experiencing of how many horrible and tragic twists and turns our ancestry took as it had veered away from the truth of original existence.

It was frightening to witness our eyes rolling back in our heads as we initially panted and frothed from our mouths in distress while mini strokes reopened once blocked and scarred-over neural pathways, restoring passaged access to our true ancestral lineage encoded messaging.

We were at last being delivered from half-lifed ignorance imposed upon us by centuries of insane tyrants, yet untreated society and family members at first sought to stop our progress by disrupting the process.

Luckily, those zealots who tried to kill us in this vulnerable stage were were caught and detained by “guardians” who had already undergone cognitive reparation.

And after about a day or so under the care of this groundbreaking scientific innovation, clarity was restored to our third-eyed  vision, returning each one of us to our own ancestrys’ trends of interdependent animism.

Some were accessing knowledge from more like that of the wolf, big cats, or rhinos, for example, whereas others accessed more ancient understandings as that of the first aquatic dwellers who emerged onto land and evolved into birds and reptiles.

There were even groups we would later come to realize had knowledge passed down from the equivalent of great serpents like mythological dragons!

But the common unifier in all of humanity was the synaptic relinking of our species with nature, itself.

Intelligent behavioral characteristics as ancestral instinct were restored to our easy daily access which flowed down through generations, healing our humanity’s separation.

Reconnection to these trace memories gave us each the visceral experience of no longer being alone.

We were reconnected to Source, and the resultant relief and joy at this reunion spread almost instantly across Earth’s nations as we all embraced our species’ salvation.

We still looked the same in our various genetics passed down from “monkeys” as “the change” ultimately took over each and every one of us.

But our minds, hearts, and spirits were no longer rifted apart into segments.

Violence against one another and the other species of our planet became a fading nightmare of insanity as we all came to realize the lie of “survival of the fittest.”

For Nature has ever best flourished by its inhabitants seeking symbiotic relationships.

Viral parasitism has been a genetic mutation aberration that had for too long run rampant among our species, unchecked and selectively propagated by sociopathic narcissist’s who had risen to power by greed and terrorism of our dependent populations.

Targeted culling of healers and innovators during “wars” had continued selective inbreeding of the “retardation” of our species – likely first begun by accident of genetic mutation among certain clans caught by and isolated from the rest of us by ancient envirinmental disasters.