INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY~ The Blog (please share)

If ONE MORE PERSON, Male or Female, tries to tell me that THERE IS NO LONGER A PROBLEM with gender Balance/ Inequality, or asks me, "What do women have to be so mad about?"
I am going to make them a super-duper special lemon-meringue
Ex-lax pie!!! {& I hate to make pie!}

This Ungrounded, Fantasyland Bullshit 'That was yesterday, this is today' serves only to slow or stop progress, to confuse, to distract, to side-line... and Our Sisters Deserve and Need Much Better From Us Than This!!

{If you are imagining it so, visualizing it so, or speaking it into being, then fine~ but do so consciously, Clearly with that intention and say so!!}

We can not change what we will not acknowledge.  So on this INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY, I devote myself to doing just that! Please join me in raising Awareness of the TRUTH of the state of being of Girls and Women Worldwide TODAY. In 2014. I can't possibly address every cruelty and injustice suffered at the hands of our sisters, so I apologize for the things that I omit. But let this serve as a Door Opener for you to do your own research and due diligence. Let Love Rule! ♥

Let us not forget that women & children are still being abducted, held in captivity, tortured, raped and murdered. Let us not forget that Slavery is still happening today!

Let us not forget that every day, a Scientist or Inventor somewhere is being blackmailed, beaten, bribed, kidnapped, discredited, disappeared murdered, or thwarted because (s)he is working on Clean Energy.

Let us not pretend that women aren't sexually objectified into 2-dimensional things to be judged solely on their body parts by their bosses & coworkers.  Let us not forget that the Supermodels who are held up as the "ideal beauty standard" have not had a balanced meal in YEARS and more often than not, are hopped up on Coke.

Let us not forget that more than 75% of children in the black community are being raised Without Fathers. 

Let us not forget that women who stand to defend their sisters are falsely condemned as "negative" "man-hating" or victims!!

Let us Not Forget that in many parts of the world TODAY, girls & women are not allowed to vote, drive cars, make $, own property or even attend school!!  

Let us not forget those who experience having their God-given clitoris is CUT OFF so that intercourse will be painful, & that they will experience No Pleasure!

Let us not forget, that even in the United States, girls are thrown out of their family homes for being pregnant, while boys who do the impregnating suffer no consequences and take someone else to the Prom.  Let us not forget that Athletes, from high school to the pros, are protected from consequences including rape, molestation and murder because we value sports and money above Life and justice. 

Let's not forget that while Rush Limbaugh yells until he's in a red-faced frenzy about how Sandra Fluke is a "slut" because she defended birth control rights, he not only still has a job, but most likely has an entire team of Lawyers devoted to protecting him from Paternity Suits!

Let's not forget that while Republican US Senators & Congress members make unnecessary transvaginal ultrasounds mandatory (for just women, of course) while making access to birth control, abortion and women's health services nearly impossible, there is NO LEGISLATION WHATSOEVER governing the reproductive systems and rights of men, including the use of Viagra. More to the point, let us remember that and Senators/ Congressmen from the same Party have been involved in scandals of infidelity, 'illegitimate' children, bathroom perversion and have the SS cover their tracks for them on taxpayer dollars!

Let us not forget that most women are killed, abused or raped by someone they know, usually their boyfriend or their husband. 

In parts of the world, women are not allowed to choose who they marry or partner with. Women are still imprisoned, stoned to death, considered unmarriable for being raped or not a virgin. Women are thrown out of the family home for being raped, left with no other choice but to turn to a life of prostitution.

Let us not forget that women are being raped as punishment, terrorism, and to intentionally disempower them!!

Let us not forget that in parts of the world TODAY, women have to walk behind their husbands and are not allowed out of the house alone. In parts of the world, women can not show their hair, their arms, their legs or even their faces!!

Let us not forget the females born in India, if they are not killed at the moment of their birth, are considered a 'curse', while males babies are considered a 'blessing of God'.  Let's not forget that girls in India are told, "If Allah wanted you to question, He would have made you a man."

It's A Girl~ Documentary Film:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISme5-9orR0

Let us not forget that 85% of Streetwalkers were molested by their fathers/step fathers and that the life expectancy of a streetwalker is 5 years.

Let's not forget that God was once considered a Female, that women were once honored and worshipped for their intuition, softness, care taking, life-creating and other gifts. ♥

I could go on AND on & on & on, but I will leave the rest to you and your conscious awareness, personal research and due diligencehttp://www.rapeis.org/activism/prostitution/prostitutionfacts.html

When God was a Girl~ BBC Documentary :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kwt-cOHeGVU

oNE oF oNe BiLLiON RiSiNG~ one Story from one Woman:

*PLEASE NOTE:*
{The writer requests that you do not comment or reply to this post, as at the time that it is written, most people do not know how to do so with enough sensitivity, in a compassionate, non-violent way. She is not interested in your Spiritual Axiom of the Week, nor is she interested in hearing the defense of men.  The writer already knows that "all men" are not alike and that "all men" don't abuse or rape women.  The writer is also aware that this is not as uncommon occurrence as it should be, as violence has happened to One Billion Women.}  

In the Spirit of raising consciousness and understanding, to those ends, I share (one of) my personal experiences with violence.  As we can not change what we do not acknowledge.  I have healed from this experience, so I am able to share it openly.  I also speak for those who are not yet able to do so...  

It was February 14th, 1991.  

We were newly-wed, and it would be our first Valentine's Day ever!! I wanted it to be special and sexy and romantic and Fun!! After much cajoling, my husband agreed to take a trip to Texas to visit a friend of mine and her husband.   He was concerned  about money, but I assured him that we could drive and stay with them, so it would be fairly cheap.  Finally, he agreed. 

As I knew we would be there over Valentine's Day, I planned a surprise for him for that evening, by purchasing a new bra & panty set.  It wasn't my first choice, but in the interest of frugality, I went with cotton.  It was true red with little black polka dots and the tiniest bit of lace trim at the legs & waist, with a tiny black bow.  It was cute and it would do fine.  It would also be our First Anniversary on the 17th (three days later) and we would still be traveling then, so I was tempted to get a cream colored one as well, but thought best against it.

Valentine's was our Special Day, as we'd gotten engaged on it two years earlier, and married on February 17th the following year (the closest Saturday to it).  I thought that Valentine's Day was the best. day. of. the. Calendar. Year!!! 

We left on the 11th, and spent a day & night in Austin and Hill Country, and were surprised to discover a Vineyard & Winery and a Marina. It was a great day.  Next stop was San Antonio, and we lolly-gagged around the River Walk, took in a NBA game, drank GINORMOUS margaritas and ate monstrosities named Burritos, for $4.  It was Mardi Gras, and there was a gorgeous parade of Lighted Boats, Bands, Costumes, Festival Music... Fantastic~!! 

The next day,  on the 14th we arrived at my friend's house, outside of Dallas. We poked around town, he showed us his office, we saw the stadium.  Next, they proposed that we go to a "Gentleman's Club." I could think of nothing that I would rather do less.  Firstly, the fact that it is called a 'gentleman's club' is a complete misnomer, as there are no gentlemen in it! Secondly, this was NOT my idea of romance, or celebrating our marriage, or celebrating Valentine's Day...  In fact, it was the complete opposite!!  I said no about a dozen times, but I was out-voiced, and out numbered. We went.

 We sat a round table in the middle of the room, about halfway between the door and the stage.  It was daylight, there were a lot of empty tables and it was bright as a hospital cafeteria.  This place, that they ASSURED ME was "elegant," was in fact, skuzzy, as all strip clubs, and I tried to figure out the least unpleasant place to put my eyes.

Was it on the pale, female dancer in nothing but a G-String? Nope! Was it in the eyes of the men in the room?  Definitely not!!  I was very disturbed by what I saw there.  There was NOTHING FUN happening here.  Neither the women nor the men were smiling.  The men sat frozen, with laser focus on her, like stalking prey.

My friend and I were the only two females in the place (not on stage) and I had never felt so on display or uncomfortable in my Life!  Men felt entitled to stare at us, I guess they figured in this setting, we must want to be oogled.  I did not, at all.  I felt like I may as well be sitting on top of one of those hollywood spot lights that swing to & fro on premier nights. What's WORSE, I could not believe when I saw that my husband and her husband's chairs were empty!!!!!

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY:

They were gone!!  I looked around and did not see them!  I looked around furiously, and still did not see them!!  I did NOT want to get out of my chair, and walk around (for all to see my figure), and my friend (very weirdly) did not seem bothered by this.  Now, instead of feeling just on display, I felt very vulnerable as well.  I wondered who in their right mind considered this a date, sexy or a good time. No one, I decided.

Where the hell had they gone??  And why did he not even tell me that he was leaving??  Naive as I may have been, and though I'd never been in a strip joint in my Life, I was still wise enough to know that there were little rooms where private hooking went on. My God, could he possibly be in a place like that?? Would he DO something like that to me??  On today of all days?  Was he capable of that???  I hadn't thought so, based on our 4+ year history together... but I also didn't think that he was capable of leaving me stranded, on our Anniversary trip, on Valentine's Day in a God Damned Strip Club.  So, I guess that it turns out that maybe I didn't know...

I went from feeling very vulnerable and a little frightened to downright pissed!!  I wanted to LEAVE AND I WANTED TO LEAVE RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW!!!!

Finally, I saw them.  Leaning casually against a balcony chatting.  I hadn't realized that there was an upstairs.  As soon as they returned, I demanded that we leave and I essentially just told them everything that I just told you, in Tone #5.  (Not exactly at the top of my voice, but nearly.  Just emphatic enough so that while it's clear that I am seriously not happy, yet not so emphatic that there was any mistaking my words).

Just when I thought that I could not be further disappointed by my husband, or hurt by him, instead of turning into a ball of goo and begging my forgiveness, telling me that I was the only woman in the world that he wanted or adored, that he was devoted to me, that I had nothing to worry about and he never meant to hurt me... no, he did not say any of those things.  They all told me that I was wrong, they said sorry, but with no Heart, and they had no idea what I was upset about and couldn't understand how I could be so angry.  I WAS THE BAD GUY.

We ordered Chinese Food, watched tv and headed to our separate rooms~ they to theirs, and my husband and I to the guest room, without much further discussion.  Then, I remembered that I had on my new bra & panties as we undressed for bed.

I contemplated what was the right thing to do for a moment before I undressed.  Should we have  a romantic encounter and end the night on a high note and try and save some semblance of this holiday and this trip?  Or, should I just hurry out of them before he sees them and quickly close my eyes?  Should we have it out? Did anything happen with him and a stripper?!  I didn't think so, but I wasn't sure.   He told me that they'd been on the balcony watching us the whole time, but my trust for him had been damaged considerably... what I would have taken at face value, without question, twenty four hours ago, I felt I no longer could.

Finally, I decided to test the waters, to see where we were.  I took off my clothes where he could see me, and I knew that if I made romance an opportunity, when I saw his eyes, if he had been unfaithful, that I would know it immediately!

What followed was something that I could have never foreseen, or possibly imagined.

He leaned up on one elbow and said as coldly as I have ever heard anyone say anything: "IS THAT NEW???"  There was something in his voice that I didn't recognize. It terrified me.

This was not the reaction I expected at all!  Not only was there not going to be any romance or making up, but there was something chilling and awful happening.  I was thrown. I didn't know what to do.  The one person in the world who I believed would be my Lover, my Champion, my Man and the Father of my Children for the rest of my Life, was now, what??

So I answered him, feeling small, and not sure why, "Yes.  I got it at Target.  It was $14."  That was not enough to satisfy him. He yelled and screamed about money.  I felt naked and like he was someone who I never saw before in my Life!  And in fact, he was.

I laid down and covered up.  I faced my back to him and lay on my side.  He pulled all of the covers off of me and I tugged to pull them back.  He instantly mounted me, with his knees on my arms and his hands around my throat and strangled me~

I lay very still.  Somewhere inside of me a quiet voice was telling me not to move.  The voice was keeping me calm. I knew that if I struggled that he would choke me harder and I would die. So, I lay there perfectly still, perfectly calm, saying nothing.  It occurred to me that if he did kill me, that at least he would be exposed for the shit husband that he was!  And that he would have to answer for it!! I could live with that.

Finally, he stopped. He pulled all of the blankets onto himself and went to sleep.  And I realized that I had made the BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE.

The story does not go up much from there, but that was the only time that he did anything truly Life-threatening.  To this day, I don't know what happened at the strip club~ did he cheat on me, and did his guilt drive him to this madness?  Or did he pick up some energy there that took over him because he was susceptible to it?  He was taken over by something, as he did not even recall that the strangulation had happened.  But that is not the most important part of this story.
  
The most important part of this story is that it took me two and a half years after this incident to leave him, and three tries.  I didn't talk about this to nearly anyone... I'm not even sure which of my closest friends know about it.  I was ashamed.  I thought that I must be an awful wife for him to hate me so much and to treat me so bad.  I thought I could I fix it by acting 'better'. I wondered if secretly, that marriage was like this for everyone, and maybe just nobody talked about it.

When I told my boss that I was leaving my husband, he would sing "Stand By Your Man" every time he walked by me.  My Grandmother said, "I thought that when you got married, that you said that it would be forever..." I went to see two Priests, whom of course had never been married, possibly never been in Love, and I'm pretty sure not strangled by their Beloved. They had nothing for me.  Less than nothing.  I felt much WORSE after leaving their "Counsel".

The biggest thing that kept me there was the idea I had that Divorce. Was. Wrong.  Period.  Always.  In all circumstances.  No two ways about it~ I made a promise to GOD and I was going to Keep It!! Apparently, at any cost.  I even contemplated suicide over divorce.  I watched my wedding video nearly every day, for months, to remind myself of the promise I had made. 

And then, one day I told a friend of mine, whom I respected, something.  Not everything,  just a nibble on a hook, to see what she would say.  I call her the second best Catholic in the world next to the Pope, and as I had converted to Catholicism upon our marriage, I was interested in her opinion.

I told her that he had called me some terrible names, and she listened gently, and told me that she didn't think that was right. She tenderly recommended that I go talk to "her friend" Madeleine.

"Her friend Madeleine" was Madeleine Rose, a Counselor, and I didn't know quite what a wreck I was until she opened her door and I burst out bawling just to look at her!!  And I didn't stop.  I finally let loose the dam of the terror that had become my Life.  I held nothing back!  "And he..." "And he..." And he..."  I said, until she finally stopped me.

"Lizz," she said, very measured and directly, "I have been listening to you continually now for 15 minutes.  And I only have one question for you."  I stopped bawling the best that I could, tears still streaming down my cheeks. Then she asked it:
"WHY are you STILL with this Man?"

"BECAUSE, I MADE A PROMISE... TO GOD!!" I Bellowed, surprised at the emphasis on the word "God" coming from me.

She smiled slightly, and looked at me lovingly.  "Did Chantel tell you much about me?" she asked.  "No," I said, slobbering... and I could see that she had something for me.  She had a gift for me, though I couldn't imagine what it was: "Lizz, I used to be a Nun!!"

The word hit me like a 2 x 4.  I realized that I was sitting in the presence of someone distinctly qualified to give me her opinion!
"Sometimes in our human understanding, we make promises to God, before we have any idea of what God has in store for us..."

"And I can tell you one thing, you're no good to God the way that you are now."

And I got it. I mean, I REALLY. GOT. IT.  I got it Completely! Instantaneously!!  My Heart Swelled bigger than my head and I. Was. Free.!!!

{I am forever grateful to Madeleine and to Chantel, for setting me free. Thank you, my Sisters of Faith} 

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So free, in fact, that I lost thirteen pounds in two weeks and did not sleep but a wink for that period!  I moved in with my parents and my mind buzzed and raced with new possibilities of what my Life would be, could be!! Maybe I'd move to Switzerland?  Maybe I'd be a Teacher?  Maybe I'd...

My husband was contesting our Divorce, though he had no grounds, we owned nothing of value and we had no children.  I'd been in a car accident (again) and my Dad, to spite him, was telling him to pay for the damages if he wanted to be my husband so badly. Finally, I just said that I would take the bills, he could have the stuff and let's just be done with it!!

He called and begged me to come over.  This had happened many times, and they all ended the same way, with him begging me to come back.  This time though, there was something different in his voice.  He promised me that it would be different, he was NOT going to beg me to come back, and that there was something that he wanted to show me.  I could hear in his voice that he meant it.  He'd said that he had started going to church EVERY DAY since I left him.  I believed him.  

Reluctantly, I went.  He led me upstairs and showed me a rosary that his Aunt had gotten him from Lourdes.  It had large wooden beads, and silver link chain.  He said, "I used to pray every day that you would come back to me.  Then one day, Mother Mary told me that it was the wrong prayer.  She told me that I should pray for whatever was best, for the both of us...  and when I did, it started to turn to Gold."  And sure enough, half of the rosary was gold.  He was free too!

One frozen day, he stopped by unannounced, which was weird, and I was feeling really happy, wearing an apron, baking cookies.  He handed me the newspaper from the porch and I honestly don't remember much of what was said, or what occurred, but it was uncomfortable enough that I called my Father, who came down right away.  And he left... leaving tracks in the snow...  It was the last time that I would see him alive.

IT WAS VALENTINE'S DAY, 1994.

I was nervous.  With Valentine's Day approaching and our Anniversary, and I wasn't sure about what kind of a state he was in, but I sensed that it was not a good one.  He had struggled with Depression on and off for all his Life, and I was worried. 

I went to bed, the night before our Anniversary and I asked God to please not let me wake up hearing that he had killed himself. 

It was 7:48 in the morning and I was asleep, but with  just enough wakefulness to hear the phone ring.  My Dad answered and listened and I heard him say, "Oh, no."

I instantly knew.  I heard him walk up to my Mother and tell her that he had killed himself.  I screamed and they ran into my room.  I hugged them and wished that I wasn't naked because I would have liked to hug them better, but I was too self-conscious to.  "We don't know anything yet," my Dad said.  "He didn't show up to work and his brother said that he is dead."  "We don't know anything yet, Honey, and everything is going to be fine!  Get dressed, come downstairs and I am going to call his Father."

He called, "We just got the news." he said, and "are we welcome over there?"  We were and we went.  I had very few words for anybody and none of us had much to say to one another. He had died on Valentine's day.  I hugged his Mom and she told me that 75% of his Heart was gone.  And the Coroner said that he'd never seen anything like it. 

He had a fatal heart attack. He was 25 years old. One of the most sad things, was that his Mom was the one to find him.  She went to his house, saw the papers stacked by the door and knew right away. She called the police and they were the first to go in. 

They found him, at the side of the bed, holding his rosary and wearing the brown sepulchre.  For those of you who are not familiar, it reads "Anyone found wearing this at the time of their death ascends directly into Heaven."  I know that his Mom and his family took a lot of comfort in that.  

I guess the reason why I wanted to share this part as well, is that it was integral to becoming who I am today.  For years, terrible things would happen to me on Valentine's Day!!  Including an entire palette of pop-- 2,000 individual cans-- falling on me!! This was before I understood body memory~ how traumas get trapped in memory in our cells, and can trigger trauma again, and again, and again on the same day, week or month until we figure it out and heal it. 

And I hated it~ hated it~~ HATED IT!!  I hated Valentine's Day!!! I LOATHED and dreaded the annual holiday of Valentine's Day more than any 20 people that you know put together~

I don't hate Valentine's Day anymore.  I don't even hate what my husband did to me anymore.  I have separated my like/dislike for the holiday from what does or doesn't happen to me or for me or not on February 14th.  Nor do I feel the need to rebel against it, resist it, change it, ignore it or burn men in effigy on this day. 

In fact, I Love it!  I Celebrate it!!  I decorated my d*mn tree for Valentine's Day and strung red & silver sparkly tinsel above my cabinets!!

Because I Love Hearts.  And I Love the colors Red, and Pink, and Silver and White.  And I Love them together and opposite one another.  And I Love Romance, still.  And I Love the Dream of a Beautiful Love~~ a True Love~~ and a Happy, Sexy, Laughter-Filled, Dancing Filled, Intimate, Real Partnership Lo ve.  

And though, I know that I have no control over whether that happens for me or not, I do know that it surely won't unless I am open and available for it!  And that I haven't separated myself from the joys, delights, and Essences of all that Love Between Lovers Is

Wishing you and your BeLoved all of these delights always~~ ❤❤

Lizz Christed 

I Love Being A Woman ♥ ✿ @-`-,---

I like when my hair falls in a spiral near my face 
I like matching my occasion to my skirt length
I like going from jeans to sparkles, sari or fringe

I like smelling of lily of the valley, myrrh & rose
I like glitter on my hair, shoulders and nose
I like expressing my mood with the color of my toes




I line my eyes intense like a pharaoh
or softly mischievous in a bunny-rabbit pose
I like matching my eye lids to my clothes



HENRI DE TOULOUSE-LAUTREC

I like faux lashes, stockings & come-hither heels
I like how silk, fur, cashmere and velvet feels
I like shimmer, feathers, sequins and stones





I like changing my lips from rose to raisin or red
I like languishing in my bed
I like peek-a-boo wraps and jaw-dropping lingerie

I like the pink moistness of my skin after I bathe
I like the smoothness of my skin when I shave
I like how my skin glows when I am generous with oil~

I Love Being A Woman  ✿ @-`-,--

GOD IS... Not Found In The Mind

God is not Found in the logical mind, God is Found in Madness! 
God is Found in Anguish, Despair, and Unforeseen, Crushing Defeat!
God is Heard in Spontaneous Song and Seen in Uninhibited Dance.  

God is Experienced in Uncontrollable Laughter, the Swelling Heart, the Tearing Eye.
God is Found in Unparalleled Resonance, Paralyzing Beauty, and Astonishing Vulnerability.
God is Found in the Glistening Dew, the Rustle of the Trees, the Rolling Brook.
God is Witnessed in Unmistakable Goodness, Inspiring Strength, and Defenseless Frailty.

God is Found in Heart-felt Understanding, Soft Eye-gazing, and Tender Care-taking.
God is Found in Boundless Enthusiasm, Shattering Realizations and Hysterical Creativity!
God is Found in Miraculous Recovery, Renewed Hope, and Inexplicable, Unabashed Faith.

God is Found in Inconceivable Life Changes, Unstoppable Desire, Impossible Pursuits.  

God is Felt in the Perfection of a Voice, Exquisite Silence, Overflowing LOVE.
God is Found in Striking Simplicity, Unshakeable Courage, Incomparable Genius.  
God Lives in Remarkable Purity, Restored & Unwavering Devotion and Ennobling Honesty.

I See God in You~ Namaste' ॐ

~STIR MY SOUL~

I want Music that Stirs My Soul

I want Movies that Stir my Soul

I want Memories that Stir my Soul

I want Connections that Stir my Soul

I want Friends who Stir my Soul

I want Food that Stirs my Soul

I want Feelings that Stir my Soul

I want a Life that Stirs my Soul

I want Travel that Stirs my Soul

I want Vistas that Stir my Soul

I want Nature that Stirs my Soul

I want Moments that Stir my Soul

I want Art that Stirs my Soul

I want a Humor that Stirs my Soul

I want Dancing that Stirs my Soul

I want Movement that Stirs my Soul

I want Kissing that Stirs my Soul

I want Intimacy that Stirs my Soul

I want Touching that Stirs my Soul

I want a Love that Stir my Soul

I want Mysteries that Stir my Soul

I want a Revelations that Stir my Soul

I want Meditations that Stir my Soul

I want a God who Stirs my Soul

Namaste'

Art by Soul Portrait Artist Wendybyrd Smith

- Uninvited -

Dearest Soul Ohana, Blog Readers, Beloveds & Friends~~

Because of the keen observance and concern of some of my closest friends and allies, I have recently become aware of an unfriendly and uninvited soul who has been traveling with me from the last week in July until last week. 

He was one without a body who was looking to use his voice and for an audience. It was tricky uncovering him, because he was using my ideas, ideals, contemplations and revelations to work from.

However, with the benefit of hindsight, I can now recall many moments in my thoughts, writings and conversations where it was his voice coming through-- harder, harsher and more male than mine. The essence, the words, and the spirit behind the words was not mine. 

As I was very busy in the deepest and highest spiritual work of my Life, this went undetected.

So, I want to acknowledge that these words and ideas came across with less care and caring than they should have, and for that, I apologize and I ask for your forgiveness ✿

After some reflection, I have decided that it is best to let the writings stand, as the concepts are relevant and indicative of the work that I was doing at the time, though delivered rougher-around-the-edges than I would have liked.

So, the ideas and ideals were mine. But I think that it is important to be clear that if something strikes you as particularly sharp, chances are that it is the other voice speaking at that time, and I ask that you take that into consideration~

Namaste' ~ MitakuyeOyasin ~ Aloha ~ Mahalo ~ Malama Pono

Let's Do It. For Real. Finally. Evolve the Earth.

Humanity hasn't learned a damned thing in 100 Million Years.

The people who come into this world with a Heart full of nothing but the best intentions for us, those we treat the worst.

While we exalt the scoundrels and throw them massive parties, welcome ceremonies, we run to greet them, shake their hands, give them our most precious treasures, our children to kiss.

Those who come to Free us from tyranny, to bring Peace, to share Truth, to give Love, we do everything in our power to bring them low... and ultimately, to destroy them. 

We haven't learned anything since Jesus Christ 2000 years ago.

He was arrested and then crucified, people calling for his blood.

We haven't learned anything since Jean d'Arc.  

She was arrested in 1430 

And burned at the Stake in 1431.























We haven't learned anything since Gandhi.  He was arrested twice  in 1908, once in 1909, three times in 1913, also in 1917, 1919, 1922, 1930, 1932, 1933 and 1942. 

Until he was shot to death in 1948.

We haven't learned anything since Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King, JFK, RFK or Lennon.

The message is clear.  Preaching Peace, Love, Truth, Justice and Harmony is a capital offense.  Punishable by death. (If we allow it).

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Support Yourself, They Say

The dumbest model for a society is "Support Yourself."  No one has bought into this model more than Americans, or become so heavily invested in it.

We let our elderly eat cat food [we do not use the word "Elders" as Elders are the ones who came before us, who share the wisdom and knowledge of our People. We are responsible to our Elders. The elderly are just old people who inconvenience us by driving too slowly].

Decorated Veterans decorate our doorways.  Poor children "live" off of fast food & pretend 'food products'. We let our people freeze to death in the cold. We do not care about our Artists, Mystics, Prophets or Poets. 

We let our inner city people attempt to survive off of nothing, or next to it. We don't even allow our homeless to sleep on park benches and the police not only do not help them, but often add to their difficulties instead.  [Though the kind and compassionate officers deserve commendation and praise, as their tenderness is a crucial salve to those most urgently in need].

The police just protect merchandise, not the people (who actually have feelings). One serious illness makes a family destitute, while those who rape the land for oil and spill it into our oceans drive $425,000 cars and get subsidized by our government. We like it that way! We're Americans!!!

It is our secret shame and no one talks about it. In fact, there is not another subject that Americans are more defensive about. If you want to see how hateful and ignorant we are, just post something like this and watch the comments roll in...

Most people and families are ONE layoff, serious injury or accident away from being in financial crisis or worse:  homelessness or being destitute. 

This is why so many people HATE, slander and judge the homeless and the poor.  Because they know that in reality, it could be them; and that it's a very thin line between where they are now and being broke.  Those who are poverty stricken are modeling our worst fears to us.  And people do not like it~ not one little bit!

Instead of showing compassion to those who are in most desperately need of it, people often actually go out of their way to harm them; and exasperate their problems by mocking them, yelling at them, calling the police on them, stealing from them, abusing them or even killing them.

There is a very special honor for those who tend to the destitute & desperate.  Those who serve and assist the homeless and the people that society has thrown away are a very special breed of Angels. They have also truly suffered or have highly developed empathy and sympathy; they have a very high calling and have broken out of fear.

May New Eden come now.  May it come swiftly on the heels of Hermes, may the New World rescue us from our wrongs and suffering of this world, and may it be our Truth, our reality and our inheritance now!  **:)☮♥✿

#mitakuyeoyasin #shalom #alohanuiloa #malamakakoa #malamapono #malama'aina

{Painting by Kelly Grimes}

Praise The Three Queens of Heaven~~ Newly Installed!!

The 3 Queens of Heaven:

One of the many reasons that New Eden is Perfect Bliss~~ a Balance of Colors, Power, Races, Gender & more:

It has taken 7 inhabitations on Planet Earth for us to finally get this close to getting it right~!! The history of each of them has been revealed to me, and the Giant Task that was given to me (just one of many, by the way) was to heal what went wrong with each one, to find the original players from each and to undo the misdeeds and karmic effects of each--- all in this One Lifetime!!

New Eden is unlike any inhabitation we've ever had for a myriad of Glorious Reasons, but for this writing, I'd like to tell you some more about the installation of the Queens of Heaven!!  ~**~✿♥♔♥✿~**~

We have not successfully installed this leadership since the time of Egypt. The last was Isis, and She has been waiting through the inhabitations of Lemuria, Atlantis and the crucifixion of Christ Jeshua.  Finally! At long last, a change of Leadership has come to pass~~ and this time, not just one Queen, but THREE!!

The Trinity is a key element to the Creation, maintenance, flow and operation of our New Eden Garden Paradise.  And it is an integral element that repeats itself again, and again (and again!) ;)

There are ALL SORTS of Trinities that make up of our beautiful, shining jewel of a new home.  I have witnessed more than I can count... and I'm quite sure that it is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. =) 

New Eden is a place of Perfect Balance & Harmony in every way possible. I have learned a lot about how hair color plays a big role in this~~ how each hair color has a lot to offer, and the lack of any of them leaves us wanting. 

We have a red haired Queen: my aspect of Magdalena

a brunette Queen: the New Paradigm 

aspect of the Rainbow Bridge 

and finally the Trio is complete as the Lord Yeshua/Life Herself has Emerged from The Ark of The Covenant her radiant Golden Locks flowing~ as the auspiciously foretold in the prophecy of the Second Coming!!!  She is a Dual Being, both Female & Male at the same time.  She is not the same being as Christ Jeshua~ the Golden Christ Light.  
In New Eden, we have TWO Christs, mirroring 
the fact that we have TWO Suns.  

Nothing is lacking. Balance & Harmony Reigns and Rejoices as we finally have all of the elements of a successfully recipe of Peace, Love, Joy, Cooperation, Sharing, Harmony, Reverence for Life, Our Hearts Deepest Desires made Manifest, Creative Self-Expression, FREEDOM, Radiant Health, Life Everlasting, Justice and whatever piece you bring to the Divine Puzzle, my Beloved... in a phrase, NEW EDEN!  **:)☮♥✿

I Love You. I Rejoice With You & In Your Holy Name. Namaste'

#SeeYouInNewEden

With The Benefit of Hindsight: All Is Forgiven

The thing that we hate about someone becomes the very thing that we Love about them THE MOST, when everything is illuminated. 

 I'll share a few examples with you, to illustrate my point:

I have a beautiful, sweet friend, whose name begins with B.  I Love this girl, and I know that she Loves me.  However, there's been a slight rift in our relationship since the time that she let me stay with her for a few days.  I was in one of those situations similar to what I am in right now [while the situation is comparable, the degree is not. This was a bubbling brook, and now I'm in a full-on Monsoon].
At the time of this story, The Mystery was an undeniable force, working in me, making itself known to me, demanding that I heal one thing after another, with no stopping, no off-switch.  And me, finding myself pretty incapable of functioning in the 3-D.  Out of the kindness of her Heart, B. let me stay with her. Most of the healing that we were doing was on her, and it was one of those relentless things, one thing after another, after another.

She was getting sick, and asked me to go to a motel to stay.  I packed up my things, and we went.  In my altered and weakened state, I had forgotten to take my clothes out of her closet. 

To this day, I am not sure of why that was such a trigger for her, but she called me (I think) in a complete outrage! and threw a fit!!! And when I went down to the motel office, the owners told me that she had wanted to throw all of my clothes on the ground in the parking lot.  Fortunately the motel owners put them into a utility closet for me. 

I have not felt as close to her since this episode, I have always kept a little bit of a distance since, as I wasn't sure that she respected me as much as I need from a trusted ally and close friend...

Fast forward to a week ago.  I was in the Womb of the Tree of Life, and as I literally have done over a million things in the last week and a half, I do not recall the details leading up to this moment, but what I remember very clearly is this:  I was not able to get out of the womb.  The Mother in this story was B., and of my own volition, I could not get out... (another interesting detail.  B. had become a motorcycle enthusiast of late.  I am not a fan of motorcycles, and I had not shown her much support for this new passion). 

One of the curious, but understandable things that I have noticed in New Eden, is that it is a looking-glass 180 degrees different from this old earth.  On earth, there is a male being with Blonde hair who has the role of Guardian of the Gate of the Mayan mysteries.  He is also one of the Four "Horsemen" of the Apocalypse, and he uses a motorcycle in this role, as well as in his Life.

In New Eden, it is not a role of destruction, but a role of Creation, and the person in this role is a dark-haired female who rides a motorcycle... it is my Beloved Mother, B. ♥ ♥  It just goes to show ya, you never know what might be important to a person's Destiny, Life Path and Spiritual contribution.  Motorcycles. Who knew?! 

Okay, so back to being stuck in the Womb of the Tree of Life.  In that same fury as the one who wanted to scatter my clothes all over the parking lot of the motel, my Awesome, fierce, kick-ass Mother showed up (I literally heard these motorcycles every time that they were dispatched, by the way) on her motorcycle and got me out of Her Womb!!  And I cried out of pride and relief.  I knew that She would let nothing get in her way of completing this task, and She did not.  **In fact, it was clear to me that we were reLiving that exact same moment again.  If she had NOT thrown that tantrum at the motel, that THIS moment of completing this birth cycle would not have come to a successful and critical completion.***

So, I Love her the MOST for her Fiercesome Territorial instinct, which I will call it for now. ♥ ♥

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Same goes for Delaney, who broke my Heart into a million bits. Delaney and I were a dream come True (until we were my own personal worst nightmare).  

He brought out the High Priestess in me, and I brought out the High Priest in him.  We knew the Temple rituals, rites, secrets, healing, ways, practices and magick, and that was our daily Life and existence.  In short order, we were engaged in the Hieros Gamos, and calling in a Sacred Child together.

I didn't know until that moment, that that was my Heart's Deepest Desire, and what I had always wanted, more than anything-- that was the thing in me that had always been in me to do.  To bring forth a child who would save the world.

And we did that.  In that moment, the Moon turned into a Star.  I will never forget that, for as long as I Live. ♥

It seemed that though late in Life, my real Life had finally begun.  I was in Eden, I was being my best self, and our child would rescue the world from this irreversible course of death, decay, decline and destruction!  

For the first time in my adult Life, I was completely and radiantly happy.  He is an alchemist, and fed me the strangest savory mix of foods and beverages, he was a doting an attentive mate.  We ate figs right off of the tree, naked.  We lied in the sun, and soaked in it's Life-giving rays.  We pulled cards from oracle decks and marveled at the perfection of it all~!!

And then came the Fall...

It was not pono.  It was based on a lie.  We had come together under the fiction that he was not really married, and he was.  He brought yet another woman into the story, and I watched as the thing that was the most. sacred. thing. to. me. ever. was turned into a farce, and was used as a loophole to justify an affair.  My Heart broke and the baby was lost.  

He & I both suffered at the masterful manipulations of a most devious Snakewoman, who did not Love him-- who lured him with lust-- though she did not even want him.  What she wanted was for me to not have him, for us to not have that kind of Love and magick.  She wanted no one to have that kind of Love and magick, as she thought that it was not fair for anyone to have it, if she didn't.

It's fair to say that she has been my least favorite person on the planet; and as far as he goes, that I never thought that I would consider letting him back into my world under any circumstances... Until now.

It has been revealed to me how The Sun is connected to the frequency of a world.  The Sun is the sacred, Life-giving force that sets the tone for all of the Life there.  The one of the primary reasons why New Eden is the Loving, Harmonious, Life-Revering, Peaceful place that it is, is because we have a new, second Sun there.

We have two Suns, the physical Sun from this world still shines her vitality and enthusiasm for our Lives, and we have the Sun of the next world, which is the Great Central Sun!!

To follow this logic, the Sun of the world beyond New Eden is the Sun of the Great Central Sun, and so forth.  With each jump in evolution/ascension, there is a jump in the potency of The Sun.  So, the second coming of Christ, "The Son", is also manifested in the Sun.

So, how does this all tie together?  It turns out, in order to gain access to the Sun of the next world, of evolution, that there first must be a new STAR, as each Sun has a corresponding Star.

It was revealed to me that I am the Christmas Star (along with Master Sananda).  It is not a coincidence that in the story of The Nativity, that there is a Star to guide the Magi to the Birth of The Son, Jesus.  One always precedes the other.  So it was an act of guided, great Love that Created the Christmas Star.

And it was an act of guided Great Love & Service that brought the Star of the next World,  New Eden, which is the Dog Star Sirius. And this is the very star that guides the Second Coming of the Christ Yeshua to New Eden.  As we have two Suns in New Eden, we also have two SONS:  the Christ Jeshua of the Golden Christ Light and the Second Coming of Christ Yeshua, Life Itself, reborn of the Ark of the Covenant.  (And both female, ironically).

So, I return to my original point:

When Delaney & I engaged in Hieros Gamos, and our Moon became a Star, it was the same moment as the Magi being Guided to the babe, Jesus.  It was the Starlight that lighted the trail of the Star Sirius, Star to the new Sun of New Eden to this world!  

Had we not played our roles in the Eden that we had Created, there would not have been this evolution in consciousness that is now being made manifest in man.  And we would not have been able to claim The Great Central Sun as our own!!  It was this Star that guided the Sun as well as the Second Coming.

So, to sum up what may now be obvious, though our personal story of this child ended very sadly, and not the way that I wanted or intended at all, it turns out that it served the greater purpose just as it was meant to... and in the most round-about, Mysterious way, my Heart's Desire was filled, afterall.  Which is ALWAYS the case in Life, but it is rarely apparent.  And so I find myself, Loving and feeling grateful to Delaney afterall.  And I am so thankful for this and every act and moment of Life.  Even... no especially... for the ones that I hated the most.  Because I now know that it is an illusion and that what is really at work is the Greatest Mystery of Love. ♥

I even Love him greatly for bringing about the end of our relationship, because there is a far greater Love that awaits me in New Eden, and so much more there, for me, for him, for all of us who choose to go.

When we were together, Delaney shared his vision with me, of New Zion (and The Wonder Bump).  He will be pleased to know that it has been made manifest and we'll all have a Go-Go of an awesome great time there... young & old alike!!  *=))

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Already, the same can be said of my feelings and revelations about me & Christ Jeshua.  But this is enough blog for one day.  For now, let me just say that I have forgiven him completely and my Love for him is unwavering and I now have the full understanding that I needed to bring peace back to my mind and Heart where he is concerned.

And this even extends to the foul and cunning Snakewoman in my earlier story, who I now know is The Opposite of my Loving Mother, Bianca.  Without this being who is so opposed to Love, I would not have my Mother who is all about it.  They literally need each other to both EXIST.  So, I thank her for being all of the sour and bitterness that she is, and I do not envy her for her role.  In fact... when I try to describe my feelings about her living out this putridly unhappy and dissatisfied role of constant coveting & perceived lack, I find that I am quite humbled by it.

I Love You & I will See You In New Eden ♔**:)☮♥✿
-excerpt from my Book


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