Be a Miracle Maker, and Don't Let Anyone Scare You

A very important personal note

First, a PSA. I would like you to be aware of something very important for next few weeks. No matter what you see or hear, don’t even consider fear.

Stories of enemies of the people, market crashes, empty shelves, flying saucers, whatever … don’t even consider fear. Anything that may show up in the news or even in the physical world, please remember that anyone who tries to sell you fear—of any kind, for any reason—is not your friend. Situational awareness is not the same as being paralyzed with fear! Also, please remember that we are groomed from the first second of our lives to focus on external events (LOOKIE LOOKIE HERE IS A SHINY THING) BUT there is a lot more to our existence and to us than what the eyes can see. We are body, and we are soul. We are here to experience reality as human beings but there is a lot more to us than what the eyes see. And our home is in the spirit world, that is where we come from, and that is where we go.

Which is t, no matter what you see, please stay focused on your real, pure, unscarred truth. Pray for it, build it, join hands with others who truly support you, pray your loving truth onto the world. Pray for healing. Pray for major breakthroughs in your relationships and in your life. Pray for clarity. Pray for being appreciated and understood. Pray for abundance. Pray for protection. Pray for joy. Use your power to heal what you want to heal. Pray like a loved child who doesn’t even know fear.

Here is my pledge.

I have let go of the fear of my enemies because I let go of giving them even crumbs. I feel no hatred, I actually feel compassion for them, I feel love. And in that love that I feel for them, there is an understanding that if they try to hurt me, the universe is going to conspire to turn their intentions onto them. There is no way around it. It has already been done. God knows how to do that. The time of wasting my energy on distractions is gone. Love is always an option for all living beings, free will is always a part of life. No one gets to attempt anything wicked without having to look in the mirror one day and crying for all they intended to do.

Now, I want to share a few things that are very intimate and private to my life. Just a few examples of how I personally evict the fear.

In my private life, before “COVID,” I used to love a man. I used to really-really-really love that man. It so happens that predators circled around him like crazy. They were not very nice to him (although they pretended), and they were not very nice to me. There was a woman who was trying to mind-control him in order to hurt him. I ran into her once accidentally, she walked in a cloud of fear and a knowledge of how to make people blind to her poison and very attracted to her. She was rather not nice. She was in great pain. I saw great pain in her eyes. Yes, she was chasing money and power, and there is a place where her soul is just light, but something must have happened to her, there was so much pain in her eyes, it was mostly pain. She caused temporary harm but she also taught me ultimately to see through her covers and not be scared. She was an enemy who caused sadness. I used to cry about it. I feel love for her in which she is not allowed to even look my way unless she wants to apologize. And I no longer care.

There was also someone who sent thugs to spy on me. I didn’t even tell the man about it because there is very little value in telling people what they don’t want to hear. I hoped he would see with his soul. Maybe one day he will. I have not walked in his shoes, it’s not my place to judge. But anyway, after dozens of women were going to war with me, I was, like, you know what, this is bullshit, screw this misery, I am out! I gave it a lot of my soul, I fought for my love with honor, and I stopped tracking at some point. I hope he is well. Everything gets healed some place, some day.

COVID-related COs weren’t very nice, either. Some of them are still considered “honest dissidents” in my circles, which is rather ironic. All in due time, all on God’s time. No one may want to hear now but God always wins.

What I’ve learned in the past 5 years is that the real battle is happening in the world where various magicians wave their magic wands. And this, by the way, has zero to do with the so called “Judeo-Christian values” vs. “the darkness of paganism.” Knowledge of energy is a neutral thing. Some choose to use it to heal, and some (badly wounded ones) choose to use it to steal.

And the very magicians who engage in dirty tricks go to great lengths to perch themselves into positions of “spiritual leaders” or “honest dissident experts on psychology, mind control” etc. It is funny as hell.

And yes, there is a deeper level

Here is my personal experience of divinity and how everything in this world comes from love and IS love (even when it doesn’t act like love).

In the past year or so, I spent a lot of time thinking about who I am in this world. I experienced what felt like an impossibly tragic loss, which brought me face to face with myself. Looking back, I think it went how it was supposed to go.

I believe that one of the most important things we can do for ourselves is understand where we comes from, learn how to pray for real, learn how to talk to our family in different realms, and hear what they say. In my experience, spiritual work on oneself carries more weight in terms of one’s well-being than following all the latest about the proverbial Klaus Schwab, etc. :)

And so, as I was praying, I called on my African Ancestors to tell me anything that they wanted to tell me. And God, they really spoke. Their message to me was to focus on my work because they have my back. I saw my Slavic Ancestors standing shoulder to shoulder with my African Ancestors, standing in unity, standing with love.

There was an emotion, however, that caused me unease. All throughout the known history of my home continent, there have been many big invasions, many cruel wars, and the blood of the victims is mixed with the blood of the invaders. The invaders’ quest was about domination. And their blood is in me. I am against domination. And yet, their blood is in me. They are me.

I didn’t know what to do about it rather than pray for clarity. And here is a vision that came to me (I don’t do psychotropic anything, just to be clear).

I was an empress in an ancient land. I was not afraid to fight, I was not afraid to kill in a fair fight, I was not afraid to die. I made a point to fight fairly and give my opponents a chance but when I defeated the men in the fight, I was not very nice. I liked to put them on their knees and drink power. I didn’t want their lives. I did not want to cause them physical pain. I wanted their incapacitation, I wanted their submission, I wanted to ensure that no one, and I mean absolutely no one, had a chance to diminish me. I was powerful, independent, and not trustful of anyone at the same time.

Warmth felt like a dangerous weakness. Feeling any warmth toward them felt like it would diminish me, and that, I could not allow. Being on top felt good. The feeling was tremendously attractive and remarkably strong.

I was kind of shaken and changed by that journey and sat on it for a couple of days. Then it came back, and found myself experiencing the continuation of the story and looking at the same event through the eyes of me, the empress, after I walked on. And as I was looking at it at a higher frequency, I felt like an idiot because me, God’s light, was abusing those chained men, God’s light. In the moment of seeing their true nature as me, I felt very embarrassed that in my ignorance, I abused myself. Like a fool, I abused myself. Jesus how foolish. And I cried for them, which was the same thing as crying for me. In that moment, I just felt embarrassed that I have made an ass out of myself, and all I wanted to do was correct it and heal it and make it sweet. Surely, all this power of a boot was a childish delusion, a generator of feelings, not good or bad but embarrassing like hell.

In this experience, I felt a message from my Ancestors who during their lifetime, experienced pure power. I was walked through a journey of the soul where it starts as a game, where the illusion of separation and individual superiority is a drug that feels good at first, and then, centuries later, there is a blood bath and generational trauma galore. It’s like, two brothers want to play, they pick up their swords and make an agreement that whoever loses the fight will run the winner’s chores for the rest of the day.. Then one thing leads to another, the energy of control feels sweet to the winner, the competition is on, and the next thing we see is slave markets and whips and chains.

My theological theory is that possibly, at one point in time, the human organism chose to play with the energy and see what happens to love. And maybe, teach the all-knowing God about what love does when enslaved. Maybe, the human organism chose to play this strange game to see whether it even likes it. Maybe the human organism, being a part of God, knew that at the end of the game, love will make way.

I don’t know. I am just a human being trying to remember where I came from. But I can’t unsee how in my vision, the spirit of the powerful empress cried for the men whose submission she drank with pleasure on Earth because, outside of the game, she was them. Outside of the make-believe game, there was nothing but total love, purest love, unconditional love.

And perhaps, the Ancestors who sought and found power in the domination game are knocking on our doors with the message that love is sweeter than seeking control. Love is sweeter than perpetual self-defense. And I pray for the sweetest freedom, for the sweetest living, for the sweetest love. I am just one human being learning where I came from, and I am praying for love to pour in gently and heal all.

Healing is on the way, I know. It cannot be stopped. It’s been written. It cannot be stopped.

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