Unfortunately Tessa, no good deed goes unpunished in this corrupt world, and corruption is very often occult. Hang in there and stay true to yourself, as you undoubtedly will continue to do. It's the only way.
I am so sorry about your Mom. She was beautiful with a beautiful soul. Thank you for sharing your journey. The last five years have been difficult. I experienced a lot of the same things you describe.
May the Creator look with favor on you as you strive for truth, the light that is love and harmony within and outside your body. As you move forward, peace will find you, sometimes when and where you don't expect it.
You have received a great spiritual inheritance. It's such a blessing, and sadly, it isn't always so. In which case one's life is plagued by the consequences and the sense of being unlovable.
You really have a treasure within and you are most lovable. I also love your writing.
Dear Tessa, my heart goes out to you. Your words carry the ache of loss, the fire of survival, and the quiet strength that comes after being broken open more than once. May your Mom, your fortress in Heaven, continue teaching you from that place beyond words. Thank you for sharing such a tender and powerful piece.
Yes, you resemble your Mom...so much that it brought to mind the passage below...you honored her presence while she was with you, and I'm sure you will honor her memory.
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Now there grows among all the rooms, replacing the night's old smoke, alcohol and
sweat, the fragile, musaceous odor of Breakfast: flowery, permeating, surprising, more
than the color of winter sunlight, taking over not so much through any brute pungency or
volume as by the high intricacy to the weaving of its molecules, sharing the conjuror's
secret by which—though it is not often Death is told so clearly to fuck off—the living
genetic chains prove even labyrinthine enough to preserve some human face down ten or
twenty generations ... so the same assertion-through-structure allows this war morning's
banana fragrance to meander, repossess, prevail. Is there any reason not to open every
window, and let the kind scent blanket all Chelsea? As a spell, against falling objects. . . .
Hi Tessa, condolences... none of us know who we really are... as far as I know... I might be under-developed but hey that's where I am... I wish you love light and best wishes as well as a kiss or seven
“For the millionth billionth time, I am reinventing myself.” And THAT is what makes you such a beautiful soul! How many refuse to? Remain stagnant—stuck?
Your Mom was gorgeous! Her genes are STRONG in you! If you told me it was an old pic of YOU I’d believe you.
Thank you for sharing, never wavering in this fight for freedom, and being a source of inspiration throughout the years. 🫶🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻
Tessa, it's so good that you've finally posted a pic of your beautiful mom, as you've shown us yourself a few times, especially the one of you as a tot on your little bicycle, or whatever it is.
I've actually thought of, and even approached one artist so far, taking that baby pic of you and having it painted onto a rosy crisp apple under a tree, with an impressionistic, ethereal, older woman's face, to represent your mom, on the trunk of the tree, gazing down at you. I'm still thinking of asking Sasha Latypova if she'd accept the commission to create it. Now, the pic won't have to be impressionistic, with this latest photo.
In terms of looks and strength of character, the apple truly hasn't fallen far from the tree, and the magnitude of the ache you feel missing her is evidence of what you two have been to each other. You are still becoming the mighty woman she always wanted you to be; you were actually always heading towards that, even as you resisted her efforts to make you ". . . an important practical goose, for your own good," as you've written elsewhere.
P.S.: Rest In Peace to Jon Rappoport, 4/16/1938- 7/8/2026, a fellow robot-slaying truth-teller and seeker, just like the Tessa.
Unfortunately Tessa, no good deed goes unpunished in this corrupt world, and corruption is very often occult. Hang in there and stay true to yourself, as you undoubtedly will continue to do. It's the only way.
Thank you dear Manny, I am honored to call you a friend!!
The honor is all mine, Tessa, for your friendship.
Makes sense.
She is beautiful.... just like you. ❤️😘
Thank you StellaMaris!! ❤️❤️❤️
Agree.
Thank you Robert!! xo
I am so sorry about your Mom. She was beautiful with a beautiful soul. Thank you for sharing your journey. The last five years have been difficult. I experienced a lot of the same things you describe.
Thank you, Silver Bear!!
Wow you look like each other. Brains and spirit connect for eternity.
Thank you Cynthia!! I am so happy to look like my Mom!! xo
What an amazing picture of your mother, wow! May she rest in eternal peace, Grüß Gott!
May the Creator look with favor on you as you strive for truth, the light that is love and harmony within and outside your body. As you move forward, peace will find you, sometimes when and where you don't expect it.
You both are strikingly beautiful.
You have received a great spiritual inheritance. It's such a blessing, and sadly, it isn't always so. In which case one's life is plagued by the consequences and the sense of being unlovable.
You really have a treasure within and you are most lovable. I also love your writing.
Tessa, may I call you "Tess"?
By chance are you an "Empath"? The language using "Phoenix" is exactly the same empath's use to describe "transformation".
Just how old are you? (Just curious). If you are, you might want to tell. I wish you well. Good article.
I'm 65+, and know this journey well.
Dear Tessa, my heart goes out to you. Your words carry the ache of loss, the fire of survival, and the quiet strength that comes after being broken open more than once. May your Mom, your fortress in Heaven, continue teaching you from that place beyond words. Thank you for sharing such a tender and powerful piece.
Yes, you resemble your Mom...so much that it brought to mind the passage below...you honored her presence while she was with you, and I'm sure you will honor her memory.
.
Now there grows among all the rooms, replacing the night's old smoke, alcohol and
sweat, the fragile, musaceous odor of Breakfast: flowery, permeating, surprising, more
than the color of winter sunlight, taking over not so much through any brute pungency or
volume as by the high intricacy to the weaving of its molecules, sharing the conjuror's
secret by which—though it is not often Death is told so clearly to fuck off—the living
genetic chains prove even labyrinthine enough to preserve some human face down ten or
twenty generations ... so the same assertion-through-structure allows this war morning's
banana fragrance to meander, repossess, prevail. Is there any reason not to open every
window, and let the kind scent blanket all Chelsea? As a spell, against falling objects. . . .
Long time since we corresponded but wanted you to know you are a wonderful light for us all. With love Best to all of us, Clark in Florida
Hi Tessa, condolences... none of us know who we really are... as far as I know... I might be under-developed but hey that's where I am... I wish you love light and best wishes as well as a kiss or seven
LOVE to Your Lovely Mom, Tessa. I have read your words with inner illumination.
Another Russian friend of mine was just reborn into modern civilization after her usual Siberian wilderness summer.
Climate Physicist Anastassia Makarieva and her husband Andre are back from their Siberian summer research-retreat: Between Taiga and Civilization - Uncategorized Messages from the Siberian Wilderness https://bioticregulation.substack.com/p/between-taiga-and-civilization
Thank you Brother!!
And thank you for the link. The flowers!!!
Anastassia is deeply human. I am grateful to have become acquainted with her through mutual friends. Are all-y'all Russians like that?
;-)
Not sure how much I'm following, but please do write more
“For the millionth billionth time, I am reinventing myself.” And THAT is what makes you such a beautiful soul! How many refuse to? Remain stagnant—stuck?
Your Mom was gorgeous! Her genes are STRONG in you! If you told me it was an old pic of YOU I’d believe you.
Thank you for sharing, never wavering in this fight for freedom, and being a source of inspiration throughout the years. 🫶🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻
Thank you Sister!!!! I was just looking at the picture of your Grandmother that you posted, and thinking, wow, you look so alike!!
I am so looking forward to talking to you. xoxo
I forgot to add a very important detail: you and your Grandma whose photo you shared are so beautiful!
Tessa, it's so good that you've finally posted a pic of your beautiful mom, as you've shown us yourself a few times, especially the one of you as a tot on your little bicycle, or whatever it is.
I've actually thought of, and even approached one artist so far, taking that baby pic of you and having it painted onto a rosy crisp apple under a tree, with an impressionistic, ethereal, older woman's face, to represent your mom, on the trunk of the tree, gazing down at you. I'm still thinking of asking Sasha Latypova if she'd accept the commission to create it. Now, the pic won't have to be impressionistic, with this latest photo.
In terms of looks and strength of character, the apple truly hasn't fallen far from the tree, and the magnitude of the ache you feel missing her is evidence of what you two have been to each other. You are still becoming the mighty woman she always wanted you to be; you were actually always heading towards that, even as you resisted her efforts to make you ". . . an important practical goose, for your own good," as you've written elsewhere.
P.S.: Rest In Peace to Jon Rappoport, 4/16/1938- 7/8/2026, a fellow robot-slaying truth-teller and seeker, just like the Tessa.
~ Al
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Wow Al, you are such a beautiful friend!!! Thank you!!!
And yes, rest in peace, Jon Rappoport. What a giant he was!
Defeat is a psyop, according to Jon (from Celia Farber's goodbye tribute to him):
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Despair is giving aid and comfort to the enemy. Heck, it IS the enemy!
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