I actually READ you folks posts before I hit like and I don’t hit like if I didn’t like it or it wasn’t my thing.
No one is obligated to like my posts. I know most don’t understand what I’m talking about. BUT…you could seek out and read my 3000 posts on the oracle and study more. Understanding synchronicity could save your life.
I ask that you not like my posts if you haven’t read them. Authenticity. Tell the truth please 🙏 . It’s all about individual empowerment so we can each contribute to the diverse COLLECTIVE without expectations. Be secure in yourself without needing the approval of others.
Word Press sets these algorithms to try to steer you toward what they want you to see. The Intuitive Categories should take you to Categories not tags but they’ve set the science search on the science category to tags. Why? Not.
There are 600 great posts on here under science. USE THE SEARCH BOX AND TYPE IN SCIENCE and the posts will be in chronological order.
I’m not done categorizing and tagging but making a good dent. There are 750 posts left to categorize.
I took an Excedrin for the morning’s headache, got back in bed and did some Wim Hof Migraine Breathing. Three cheers for our pal, Mr. Hof!!! The pain vanished, and the caffeine took me back to the words of my dear mother, God rest her soul. “We live in a sex cult.” Yeah, right out […]
“Some people need to take their own advice instead of endlessly propelling it at others. “The truth” is only “their truth” which is just their opinion. There are facts of science and nature but when it comes to people, it’s all relative and a matter of opinion.”
I make my bed as though someone other than me might want to lay on it to relax…
Fans, fanatics, stalkers, jealous husbands, jealous siblings, errant preachers, starry-eyed parents, and students all seeking some higher bedding more like a cloud…nothing low to ground where I am.
“THIS is who you are”. “THIS is who you are”…”This is who you are” rings the cacophony.
I am not going to spend my last breath, defying all of you because you are surface dwellers; American Idol, Desperate Housewives watchers. Fantasy. I hate TV.
I’m glad my son can cry and be tired. It means he’s human. That’s all there is.
I’m glad I can kick my ex out of the house for insulting my talent. It means I’m human.
All I have is myself and time…
Let me divorce all that is not calm and in balance.
Ring out the true madness that jumps up…to lightness.
Jumps up…to levity
Jumps up…to where gravity is turned upside down.
My feet are my head. Who cares? Must we always walk?
I want to live in a dimension where upon meeting someone I like, I kiss them with ridiculous abandon.