Abilities
Eye See
They are often viewed as an occurrence that is unique, and yet, they still exist in every way you can possibly imagine. From the stars in the heavens to all of the biological processes down here on Earth, it is their originality that makes them noticeable in the areas they universally inhabit.
Regardless of this fact, they exist in these so called “normal” venues even though they may seem out of place because they are so different than most.
Often, the universal forces of nature are telling them they should not exist this way, but, if they exist outside of who and what they are truly meant to be, in this case beautifully different, they will disappear into the same quantum vortex from which they have been duly manifested into creation.
Some can be destructive, like a hedonistic black hole indiscriminately devouring everything in its path, and others can be undisruptive, like a remnant of upholstery folded and stitched to the bottom of a frame by its designer, in order to make the entire sum of its parts detailed to absolute perfection.
The power to create or destroy is not Science Fiction by any stretch of imagination. All of the good, bad, ugly, indifferent, angry, and self-righteous people along the way have been here to teach me a thing or two about who I am, and trust me, it has not been easy realizing your own kind will do or say just about anything to change you because they also fear what they do not understand.
Does this sound familiar to anybody else?
Someone once asked, “How did I discover these abilities?” And, that is a very good question indeed. In retrospect, it seems to have all happened by accident. But I know everything happens for a reason. Much like the mistakes I have been making in the progression of understanding myself, and how I have come to realize there is perfection in all things that often seem broken, flawed, or odd at first sight.
The best news about all of this is when you touch the other side, and get to cheat death like I did, everything that is really important suddenly becomes very real, and there is an opportunity to do something bigger by fully acknowledging and accepting these abilities.
My special friends have been encouraging me to come out with it, again now, and own up to my destiny once and for all.
Since we really are a rainbow of people, the best thing I have learned is that being different is not such a bad thing after all. I still cry when I must, laugh at my mistakes when they happen, and hope for a better day whenever a tough day seemingly gets the best of me, (don’t we all) because there have been many, many days that I have questioned my place in this world since I woke up from being in a coma with absolutely no memory or motor function, whatsoever.
Hum?! Come to think of it, this must be what it feels like to come out.
As you have probably said to those who have judged you for being who you are, this is only part of what makes me who I am. When I put everything together it makes a lot sense for me to claim this as my own. Especially when these universal forces of good, bad, ugly, indifferent, angry, and self-righteous judgments pull on me, sometimes even push me into a direction that goes hand in hand with feeling the need to come out of the broom closet, again.
I had a near-death experience and have been given these special gifts by God/Source/Universe/Big Daddy. (whatever you choose to call it) And there are a lot of other people like me in this world, too. By some estimates there are one billion of us coming from every region on the Planet, every race, every color, gender, religious belief, sexual orientation, etc.
The most important thing about this experience has helped me realize that everything is connected in one way or another, much like a combination to a lock, this holds the key to my future.
Here is some more truth; all of this bullying nonsense is not going to stop me. You can tell by my photo I wholeheartedly accept these diverse parts of who I am, as facts. There have been way too many validated experiences to label it as something else. (I have references) Recently, I have discovered the sure fire way to take your power back is to fully own every part of who you are with honor and pride. And as you can see, it just keeps getting better.
Here are some more interesting facts for those who question whether or not these gifts come from God.
Romans 12:6 – We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us. If your gift is prophesying then prophesy in accordance to your faith.
Yes, that is real scripture.
The word faith means to believe in something that is not based on proof, have confidence or trust in a person or thing, believing in the unseen. A knowing.
Prophesy means to teach religious studies, making inspired declarations of what is to come, teaching religious subjects. To preach.
Walk-In’s Welcomed
Have y’all ever heard of a “walk-in”? It may not be what you think, because this term in my world (paranormal) has nothing to do with getting a hair cut or a tattoo.
In the paranormal world it has everything to do with getting another chance to live, a spiritual contract for one soul to exit and another to enter and take over a life that must be lived out with abundance in order to fulfill the life’s purpose, of the soul exiting, who was not given the right chances in life in order to thrive, or their life ends in a tragic twist of fate so the “walk-in” can take over. The person exiting the body has had their fill of tragic or traumatic events that leave them paralyzed spiritually, mentally, and physically.
This soul’s contract is set way ahead of time. It was the story I was writing about once upon a time, to bring awareness to people like me.
The spirit leaving the body has had their fill of that life, where their privacy and freedom to be who they were was invaded on by a narcissist or psychopath, by people pretending to be one thing when they are in fact another, or ends through the careless actions of other people’s poor choices.
In my case it was being assigned a task to fulfill a purpose, bring forth knowledge, or insight to the world that the previous occupant could not, for whatever reason.
There are other people like me out there in this world, those who are educated in these matters know it is far from being possessed, although some people may still think this simply because they are afraid of their own shadow, or they have listened to other folks whose intentions are not so pure.
But, these are usually the same people with motives and intentions that are less than honorable when they only repeat a part of the entire story in order to shape these opinions. It is called deflecting and mobbing. And it becomes a bit ridiculous when so many people get involved, because, they will take zero responsibility and no accountability in any of it when push comes to shove.
It is almost like being put in “double jeopardy” in court of law except in this scenario is not so forgiving, because, this type of “conviction” comes with a lifetime of purpose, or three.
The entire point of this exercise in denial is to create cognitive dissonance, to induce a schizophrenic state of mind, believing in one thing when there is overwhelming proof of something else entirely different.
They feel no shame or guilt in doing these sort of things either, often mimicking disingenuous emotions to set you up to fail, saying it is your own fault for wanting happiness or success, often times getting what they want, leaving you feeling extremely violated once they have drained every part of your Spirit in the process.
It is the equivalent of spiritual rape with words like, “You lack faith,” or “What is wrong with you…just stay positive…” or when you confront them they will usually say, “What are you talking about” or “You’re so full of drama” and “Don’t sweat the small stuff,” when in fact there is nothing small about the events taking shape that will ruin your chances for happiness or success, manifesting some dark, evil, and wicked things on top of it, if you are paranormal like me.
These are the self-righteous crazies that could use a little dose of reality regarding the cosmic laws of “cause and effect.” And it will never stop until they ruin every aspect of your life in the process, especially if should ever try to stand up for yourself.
The narcissist and psychopaths will never admit they are wrong, either, because they can do no wrong, and you do not ever want to say no or confront them.
Idiots. Hello to all of my wonderful little mobsters. Don’t worry I will not call you out by name. I am not like you.
However, both the old and the new me have had my fill of people like this. And I have every right to “feel” such disappointments and loss regarding these matters that have occurred in every lifetime, too. To stand up for myself.
No wonder the old me had to check out.
Having been thrown into this set of circumstances, again, it is apparent “feeling” these things, in what is suppose to be a unique purpose, designed to bring out the best in me using my emotions, is also taboo, unless I am found worthy when I finally come out on the other side of these people being, doing, and saying things, that if I would have said or done, would have landed me strapped to a hospital bed, fully medicated with saliva dripping from my mouth.
Isn’t using your emotions to manifest your greatest potential called “The Secret”? I don’t really know anymore because for some reason this does not seem to apply to me, just yet.
On a side note, Actors are not the only people who should be allowed to feel emotions, living under the intense scrutiny of those who have said intentions, when the faceless audiences of critics, who are itching to give you a bad review in such matters regardless of the reason’s do this to subjugate the truth. They are the motives of the evil characters in a play or movie.
“The bad guys.”
The truth about a lie is usually layered to cover-up something or someone.
Your best will never be good enough no matter how much faith you have, how positive you stay, how much white light you surround yourself in, how much you meditate or exercise, or how much yoga you do. It will never be enough to satisfy their neurotic tendency to shoot first and ask questions later; simply setting you up to fail at every turn.
In my world it has created some incredibly awful, evil, and wicked situations on top of the already insurmountable pressure of incorporating the old and the new me into one, without any kind of support system.
Doing stuff like this is not being supportive just so you know.
Perhaps that was the point, though? Is it no wonder people loose their faith and mind when these conflicting signals of “doing your best” seems to only apply to those who fit in a certain box or category.
Labels are funny things, aren’t they? Again, it is called deflecting and mobbing and it gives other people permission to do the same.
This particular experience would make one heck of a movie, to finally put an end to who is mentally fit and who actually needs some professional help.
The statement, “we are all a little crazy’” should be no excuse for people with this kind of motivation, either.
It starts at the top. It has nothing to do with God.
It is no longer a mistake at this point. It’s a choice, over and over and over, again and again, no matter how much proof they are given to realize what kind of things this has the potential to manifest in life because they already know, and that is the entire point.
It would be way too much for one person to endure all of this scrutiny from a cast and crew full of people ready to make these poor judgments on “your behalf.”
Right now, I am literally shaking my head at the question of, ‘When did being paranormal become a sickness?’ This diagnosis is in the eye of the oppressor.
Personally, I can tell you this entire situation has “exposed” me to more than my fair share of personal violations before, in my previous life, and since I woke up when the walk-in had to take over.
I am surprised I am not dead yet since this kind of trauma has manifested nothing but negative things even though I have stayed positive through this entire process.
Look how far I have come, too.
Where is the sanity in any of it? Well, the proof comes with these malicious intentions are designed to manifest a certain outcome when it is all said and done, once they ruin your life and you have no family or friends or support, your chances of success by doing your best is squelched by this kind of oppressor until they deem you worthy of having, being, and doing. It is not supposed to be this way, but it is.
An awful movie full of twists and turns where nobody wins in the end. And. It. Will. Never. Stop. At least until they get what they want.
There are some movies already out there that explore this concept. If you are people like me, who got the chance to do it all over again, and again, you will be glad you signed on the dotted line.
Hands of Time
There is no doubt in my mind these abilities are real. I keep asking Spirit why me and the answer I keep getting is “To prove to the world the I AM exists in each of US.” Being held to the highest standard sometimes means the double standard is harder to live up to with this kind of cognitive dissonance, testing my life’s purpose along the way, to make sure this is what I really want, calling it the reward for such a sacrifice when push comes to shove.
Being a child (We are all children so do not get any ideas about wanting to teach me your ways of being. I am a conduit.) of two very different worlds means I was born with visions of two lives being played out in the conscious and unconscious world of my waking and dream states of being.
The two are enmeshed so tightly together, both struggling for dominance over my divine purpose. I AM one thing here in this world and something entirely different in the other, both incredibly wonderful. Waking from a dream state, sometimes I find myself jumping out of bed, wondering around the house checking to see who is around to give me an idea of where in the Universe I AM waking up to this time around. Talk about needing a GPS! Whew!! And the clock is ticking in the background in both realities.
Tic tock around the clock
The hands of time will go
In and out of different realms
My heart breaks with each toll
The price to pay for such a gift
Makes me yearn for a time when
The heavens and earth will reveal the truth
That now looks so very grim
Around and around for whom the bell tolls
Is more or less the truth
And a rose whose reach is very high
Means its thorn will sting with every sigh
As we pluck it for the muse
The beauty of it all may seem
So innocent at birth
But when we must destroy to create
The change we make
Is from fear of it at first
Real Coordinated Space
An enigma. Pi, the double TT, as I like to call it now simply because I did not know what this symbol meant when it started appearing in my dreams, has always been a bit of a mystery to me since I have been dreaming about this symbol since I woke up from a diabetic coma seven and a half years ago. And I have admitted this to only a few people, until now.
This particular symbol, in itself, is something so incredibly unbelievable that is transcends time and space much like the sign it represents.
‘What does it mean’? I keep asking myself. Well, I think it has everything to do with the transformation of energy, a cyclical pattern that is transferring its energy into something else. The unexplained, as it were, mystifying even the most educated people in the world to believe in the impossible again.
To “square the circle” represents the impossible, a miracle in the making.
It is like staring at a fly on the wall, as if you could see its soul, then making a commandment to the Universe, speaking gently to the ether as if it will obey your every wish, “Mister fly, if you let me hold you I will release you outside, I promise.” And the fly did exactly what I said. What the?!
Yes, that really did happen, simply by resonating a vibration in the realm of the unseen.
Animals, Children, Insects, and Mature Adults react the same way sometimes too, so being “spatial” is indeed very special, most of the time. And I AM just as fascinated with all of God’s creatures as they are with me, it seems.
Needless to say, but then again I must, “Something incredibly profound happened when I took my little nap several years ago. Trust me.”
As I stare longingly into the lights of another weekend, right before my eyes, again, I find myself amused at the simple yet very powerful way the Universe chooses to reveal itself in rhythms and patterns of all kinds as the strobe lights are flashing in the club, celebrating life itself, spinning round and round, in a three sixty, while all kinds of players get on and off of the dance floor after just one little jig.
Light and circles, circles and lights
Anchored across the beams and down in stripes
The ceiling fans wobbles as the time flows
Fanning air in the room for all in the show
Eating and drinking the people will see
As the round of the circle revolves in times three
The luck of the draw they will call it today
As the hands of time slowly creeps with dismay
Pleasures and seekers will come and will go
To take full advantage of those in the know
In space and in time the points of light are
To view in this place for who they truly are
To the givers and takers
All lights must shine on thee
So some are destined to shine brighter
Than those who just want to be
For in doubt we must question
Life’s purpose to be
When some look out in the distance
To take instead of see
A light that shines brighter
Than a star by design
Is made to shine brighter
As though it’s in trine
A Fixed Point 