Counterintuitive; the opposite of Intuitive


I haven’t talked about something being counterintuitive yet but the word and the concept are well known in our culture. That’s a good thing. That means most people are still using their intuition which means they’re tuned into their body and enjoy it. That is nature and it’s far more powerful than institutional and societal programming. I get out of bed every morning still believing that and seeing it in my patients. That’s why I get out of bed.

I always write about intuition, which on my part, is a bit of a reaction to a culture that lies all the time. Everything in the media shuns intuition and makes statements and advertisements that lead one to believe that we and everyone around us are counterintuitive. They’ve taken it to such an extreme that when they say intuition, they mean their version of intuition which is against the natural body and soul. It’s gotten that bad. When the media says, “let’s be intuitive” it’s actually counterintuitive.

A perfect example is our sick-care system called healthcare. Most people are willing to hand over their body, their physical decisions, their physical awareness, and all their money to a doctor or health insurance. They’ve become convinced by the system and the media that there is no way they are accurate in their own intuition about their body. I’m writing about this here because it’s drastically affecting our BONDING to one another, sex, and intimacy as well as turning intuition on its head, especially now during this unnecessary panicdemic.

The reason for this is the ancient tradition of bloodletting. The worship of bloodletting underpins our entire human culture and has for centuries. It’s sinister and incorrect and I hope to point out the details here.

Bloodletting is such an honored and ancient tradition that it’s become part of most of our Western superhero movies, Hollywood, and most of our human rituals all over the world. Bloodletting is an important part of almost every world religion. In Catholicism, they actually pretend to drink the blood of Christ and call it transubstantiation which means the wafer and wine stand in the place of Christ’s tortured body and his actual blood. It harks back to the slaughter of a lamb in the Jewish temple ritual. Christ was not the lamb of God. He was betrayed by Judas who was Luciferian. He didn’t have to die. He chose to allow it for teaching.

Honoring the blood flowing outside of the encased skin is seen as “a good thing”. That’s a Jewish idea co-opted by the Christians. Jesus didn’t condone it, in fact, he railed against the Jewish temple traditions which included too much hand-washing. Sound familiar?

I hate to bring up an unsavory subject but drinking blood and eating dead bodies is Luciferian. What does that make Christianity then who has an actual ritual around it in addition to entrenched pedophilia? In addition, we carnivores blood let animals and then eat them and call that the best food on the planet. If you haven’t been to a slaughterhouse you don’t know what you’re missing. For that matter, a chicken farm could be a field trip too. It’s awful.

I’m not going to be a liar here and say I’m a vegetarian. I have been off and on in my life but like so many people, I’m addicted to meat. I think it’s wrong of me and like many addicts, I don’t want to do it anymore but I was raised around it. My family is very much carnivore and other bad things as well. They’re basically Illuminati and I’m no longer in denial about it. In addition, we all have a license in our society and even encouragement to bloodlet an animal and eat meat with gravy made from that blood! It’s up to each one of us to clean up our act and not live double-minded.

Then there are the hospitals and all the surgery and blood spilled in our sick-care system. As my patient who is a nurse said to me one day, “I would never want to be in a hospital. It’s the worst place you could be.” She works in one! How counterintuitive is that!??? Humans. My god.

It’s important for there to be a profit in our so-called healthcare system. Wellness is not something to be taken seriously and nobody wants anything to be simple, plant-based, and whole. It lacks conflict and violence so it isn’t sexy. Wholeness or holiness is from God and they don’t believe in God. They thrive on fear, abuse, and wrongdoing. But the SACRIFICE you make as a low strata citizen will always be rewarded like getting a Christmas gift from Santa for free, even though it’s at taxpayer expense.

There’s also the just war that has kept our economy going and governments funded for one hundred years. Blood spilled on the battlefield is sacred blood because it’s violent. A sacrificial war keeps our society going. We like all the nice things we can buy that are killing our habitat. Soldiers are a necessary sacrifice to have all of those nice things. Everything is a necessary sacrifice when the elite are Luciferians. But you’ll be rewarded, if not in this life, in the next.

When you go to work and you’re a loyal worker you’re sacrificing your time and energy for slave wages and yours is a necessary sacrifice. These other jobs that require you to sometimes give up your health, like being in the sick care system in the hospital and not being given the supplies you need are something you’re supposed to accept. It’s fine if you die because you’re the honored dead. The local news will make sure that you’re given that and it justifies your life so, just be quiet.

As long as you sacrifice something FOR THE ELITE, who are Luciferians, your life is worth something. They’re God? It’s for the elite, your bosses, authorities, the people in charge who tell you to go over the cliff when they need something. If someone HAS MONEY and POWER, that makes them holy? They are God, not you. That is the God of materialism and it’s not God, it’s the opposite.

We’re in a body to be alive for a time, for the evolution and learning of our own souls. It’s a gift. We breathe the air, live life with the animals and the plants and people we love, have a baby, have sex, and be free. It’s codified in our Constitution that some incorrect politicians and citizens would like to shred. We are free to work in a career that we are passionate about. We don’t need anybody to patronizingly tell us what to do with our bodies as though we’re children in need of a state governor who is a babysitter. Blood sacrifice is not necessary. It never was. It was edited into books and stories that way for brainwashing profit. Fuck them and the donkey they rode intrusively into our lives. Christ rode a donkey to his crucifixion. We’re not riding their donkey to ours and Christ never asked us to. They twist the truth and always have.

Justice

Prose; Fact or Fiction


hiking-slovenian-mountain-trail-julian-alps

There are two paths leading up to the summit on the mountain.

The mountain is the universe of Mind, Heart, and Knowledge.

The scales of justice, held by blindfolded Athena have innocuously, with no offense, decided that fiction is just a fact told yesterday or… planning to be told in the future.

The only fact is right now, no, right now, no wait. Ok…NOW!

It’s an eternal chase with each in-breath and out-breath, but the final breath happens where both paths meet at the top.

Breathing ends with the fact of death and time claims fiction.

Heartset; Who has your back?


lemniscate2

If you didn’t need human permission to be born and you don’t need human permission to die, why do you think you need human permission to live your life as you see fit, or that it is at least a good expansive experience for you? The same Energy that got you here and helps you leave here…HAS you here.

1/13/13 copyright Lisa K. Townsend

Prose; brought to my knees


Rumi Water

“I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go. My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for that day.”Abraham Lincoln

Sometimes memories go deeply away into the unconscious like a rabid dragon.

But sometimes they rear their grotesque head and fill my colorless brain in the morning.

My 16-year-old son, coming in the front door and dropping to his knees, weeping, after seeing his Dad for one of the last times before he died. They had a little sacramental exchange showing they were bonded forever head to heart.

It’s four years extinct but there is a harrowing rock between my throat and my heart that wells up bereaved tears into my eyes and makes my mangled heart break, wondering where all the music in the house went? His dad was a musician. And what of my son’s future without his father?

Three months later my fiance died, dropped to the floor at the hospital from the flu and never came back awake. I felt like I was going to die standing there. I felt my fledgling spirit try to leave my body. Some friendly phantasm kept me there and I just went into numbing shock while a hospital helper offered me an innocuous sandwich. I thought I was going to throw up my soul. How could she offer me a sandwich? It was very odd to me.

Why am I even still here?

Death is always around me but I am full of Life. What vortex do I live in that protects me in this fragile dimension? My own.

A prophetic, intuitive one that takes great joy in serving my fellows and honing my vital body. Still, that doesn’t stop the sudden onslaught of being brought to my knees with grief and awe at what I’ve been through but still alive.

Well, part of me is not. Part of me died with them.

The death of someone you love is not something you get over it’s something you live with and becomes part of your saliferous breath. Life is not a happy merry-go-round for most of us and there’s no point in pretending.

Everyday Spirituality; Confidence or Faith?


purple woman

I’ve recently been told I need to show more confidence. ?? Confidence is the ego. There is no rational reason for confidence based on the facts of time and space.

  • Death is imminent as are unjust taxes.
  • Lies you tell and live will always come to light.
  • Nothing “great” you do will be remembered longer than 100 years.
  • Once generations are overturned we are all forgotten and the youth take over.
  • The money you make or accumulate and the things you make or accumulate can’t be taken with you.
  • Only the great and true work you do will be used with your name scratched off once you’re dead. Our entire existence rests on the nameless shoulders of those who have come before and put their shoulder to the wheel at all levels of society.

Over-confidence is what makes our society and social media insufferable for people who live in Spirit and follow their intuition. FAITH is the spiritual version of egoistic confidence, the EVIDENCE of things not seen. Faith is rooted in Love. Faith and Love are rational and real. They are a silent vibe and last for eternity. It’s the only thing that is rational on this planet. My actions and work on this planet are based in faith, not confidence. I’m not confident about anything and believe even less. I follow no one and worship no one. I just respond to Life.

Sorry to disappoint the fame seekers who think people like me are losers and have no problem insulting me and calling me names because I don’t want to be put on a pedestal just to be knocked off of it. I have no time for that nonsense and care about its fruits even less. I love myself no matter what you say, I always have what I need because I work with the Universe, and I don’t need approval or understanding from humans because I rationally know that it won’t be forthcoming because of who I am.

 

Heartset; There’s No One Left. I’m Alone.


It has finally happened after twenty years. I live alone in my house, no men, no noise, no demands for food or rides, this or that, “Mom can you help me!” “C’ mon, let’s go to the store”.

My son’s dad died two years ago…the last time I saw him was Christmas Day. Five days later, he was gone. I barely eeked out a smile as I said goodbye. He had been pretty emotionally abusive to me, frustrated his whole life, not knowing he was high-functioning autistic savant until three months beforehand. My efforts at solace could not change his brain, but he was a music legend on the pile of my torn apart heart. In addition, my son did not see his father respect me; the fruits of patriarchy.

Three months later my fiance died. I had fifteen minutes notice. We loved each other and did everything for each other. It was not to be. He had not taken care of his body and it caught up with him.

Now four days ago, my nineteen-year-old son went out the door with his backpack and no notice to start his hero’s adventure quest which is his birthright. Good for him but he could have warned me! It reminded me of the sudden death of my fiance.

On his way out, of course, he was mad at me and said I was so selfish. I suppose because I take care of myself and being a female, that is unacceptable and taboo. I wonder if he thought of the effect of his words on me, skipping them like stones across the water? Doubtful at his age.

But the men walk out quickly and don’t return I’ve learned, to the other side of this world…or town. It doesn’t matter. They’re not with me.

It is so peaceful in this house without a raucous male. Part of me has waited twenty years to take my body back from my partners and my son, and before that, a line of men, but not a long line.

Now I get an adventure quest; a fresh start, the second half of my life, a thriving business, a home, free to do whatever I want and a body with no risk of pregnancy. I haven’t given it all away.

It’s like this secret I have as a fifty-four-year-old who no one would suspect and assumes in our youth-worshipping culture, female-sacrificing altars around every corner, that I’m all washed up. “Hasn’t that woman been laid flat yet? Well, why not?” (My mother keeps literally asking that as though she’s waiting for me to fall) “She’s Selfish!” they cry. With a capital “S” not a small “s”. There is the low self and the Higher Self.

Truth is, I am my own best friend and for the first time in my life, I’m taking care of my body for me and no one else. More and more women are doing it. I’m not alone. We still have work to do and adventure quests to commence. Ridiculous isn’t it.

I feign an attitude and a bird ready to flip until my dying day…because I said so.

 

Prose; If We’re Not Thinking in Dreams…


earth magnetic portals - hidden

They know by studying the brain that we are not “thinking” while we sleep.

If I’m not thinking, then where are the people, places, voices, words, events, and feelings coming from? It’s not exactly like watching a movie; it’s more like an opaque, frenetic cloud that’s really alive.

I’m free in my dreams to sit back or join in, to interact or be quiet without judgment. Waking life is a dream for me. All day, while I’m “awake”, I’m trying to go back to my dream state to remember how I felt, who I saw, and what happened. It feels like there is a whole other life full of etheric information for me there. Waking life feels like just a resonance is a type of magnetic can; the kind you string together.

Where did I go? I know it was a good place because it affects my day, depending on where I went that night.

I’m not saying I don’t like it here, or earth, but the other side does beckon somehow. I’m a bit glad of that for when my body is worn to a frazzle at one-hundred years old, my work is done, and I’ve had the best damn orgasm I can possibly have with someone I love, it will be easy to drift off and say, “My work here is done.  I’m out.”  My senses and my body still want to drink in all that earth has to offer though, right now.

Earth is fabulous, no matter how hard it can get here.

 

Essay; Sad and Sorry…Pivoted


courage4

I was just, in the flow of things, feeling sad and sorry today thinking about the fact that we are heading into the Memorial Day weekend and I am mate-less because he died March 13th.  That could make you feel sorry for me in and of itself, especially since he was my soul mate but that is leveling itself out now that we’re in May in Michigan.

Michael, my mate, who was going to be my fiance, is still with me. Ashes scattered in the garden, we are absolutely, telepathically connected. He’s with me all the time, still learning on the other side, we continue to teach each other, and he’s trying to earn his wings and climb the spiritual ladder. So, that’s all good, but that’s not the theme here.

I was feeling very down today until my patient came to get her medical massage and asked how I was.  Essentially I said, “Meh” (I didn’t precisely say that) and she asked me why.  I told her I miss Michael and we always had great fun at the holiday, shopping, cooking out, blah, blah, blah, all the traditional things. I’m not marching from grave to grave this year with flowers due to the many people around me that have died this year.

She counters and says, “I’m married and have a big family and I just want to be by myself. I don’t want to do any gatherings! You’re lucky!” She’s the third woman in the last week who has said she wants to be alone! When patients walk into my office to get a medical massage, they always tell me the truth about how they feel.

I wonder what is going on? Other women are telling me that men they know are dying suddenly and they’ve been to too many funerals. For real. Guys…you may want to put your best foot forward these days before the Light sucks you into its eternal vortex. Because lately, on this planet, we women like to be alone.  If you’re not here to help and to love…well…

I’m not wishing it!  I’m just observing what’s going on.