I think if you can. If you can hit them and kill them. I personally have no skills in that area. But if I had the means maybe I would. Alternatively I am inclined just to deprive them. All these billionaire assholes rely on our labour to make them rich. We should just stop showing up to work. I wouldn't work for these people on principle and I wish others wouldn't as well.
You don't have to be an excellent shot if you have many bullets. Bullets can be in any form, which you have written. Greatest work you have done, in my opinion.
Brilliant piece, Amy. I got one in chemistry (!) which was a shock...plus French, and Art. Love your piece with the trees by the river. I say the same thing you did about copiers...
LOL I'd have to check to see how many keys they awarded there back then. It makes sense if they had one in physics and chemistry but I just recall those broad areas being one. Foreign language I thought was lumped together but you are correct that would put a Japanese versus a Spanish bilingual from birth versus a French student at odds. For what it is worth French was my WORST subject in school. I struggled to even get a C in it. I read it better than I speak I suppose. Neither are very good though. ;-)
LOL I'd have to check to see how many keys they awarded there back then. It makes sense if they had one in physics and chemistry but I just recall those broad areas being one. Foreign language I thought was lumped together but you are correct that would put a Japanese versus a Spanish bilingual from birth versus a French student at odds. For what it is worth French was my WORST subject in school. I struggled to even get a C in it. I read it better than I speak I suppose. Neither are very good though. ;-)
That’s a deep dive. Good read too. Seems clear that truly evil people walk the earth. Some might be irredeemable. I think they are rare, but they congregate, conspire, and study how to exploit vulnerabilities. They accumulate power over people who would otherwise be decent human beings but too easily turn into enablers if not collaborators. We can all get habituated to a favorite thrill or routine and end up addicted and easily controlled. I think most people are resigned to living that way, along a continuum from miserable to uninformed and indifferent to maniacal. I figure the way out of that is getting addicted to something spiritually counter to and more powerful than evil.
I don’t think I can do much about alpha predators or the mediocre middle until I set and follow personal standards for how good, honorable, humble, just, brave, and loving I need to be. It does seem that in these last four years, we’ve been taking a closer look at ourselves as a culture and recognizing we need to clean up our act. I believe healthy grassroots will eventually topple evil overlords for a few generations, but getting there won’t be gentle.
During intensive chanting and later confirmed when I began meditation--confirmed unbidden--meaning I didn't seek out this information--this life for me is to live powerless or without power.
Now...I'm not upset. I think one reason my QHHT session was chosen by Higher Self (The life was so immediate and instantaneous that the hypnotherapist spoke far longer than necessary to introduce me to my reading; I didn't want to be rude and interrupt her, and I wasn't even sure if what I was experiencing was the full experience. It was.) was to show me that I had great power in other lives. To the extent that my family and I with other ruling families brought down a cabal taking our planet into war with other planets.
I remembered flying an aircraft, which was portrayed by the symbol of a chariot [situations we can't understand in 3D are presented in symbols or metaphors]--only this chariot had a power I couldn't comprehend. The power of this aircraft is far beyond anything we now know in this world. I could feel it, but the power was hidden from me in the reliving of this life.
I met my wife in one of these war-torn areas. It looked very much like Gaza but was on a different planet from ours. There were three planets in relatively close proximity to one another around this huge reddish-like sun. Once we realized what the ruling government was actually doing, we formed a group to take them down. We did. The government "ruled" or administrated at our pleasure--not theirs.
The life remembrance opened as I teleported into the facility where I knew a war tribunal would place my family (extended family as my father still lived and I stood as representative) under house arrest and abrogate our rights. We had been expecting this maneuver. We were prepared. I was tall; well formed human; wore heavy cloak and boots; wore a helmet which dipped to my back collar; and had a head which was pointed and enlarged. I was so embarrassed I couldn't tell the hypnotist. I could only think Greys had weird heads, but I was a fully human, well-formed man. I teleported with a device on my wrist which interacted with my thoughts or brain activity. We were trained from childhood how to teleport when we reached a certain age.
I remember crying during the time I told about coming of age. I was a male. I was celebrated by all of society. In that society, coming of age was a huge celebration. Etc. Etc. I was deeply touched by their love towards me which made me cry. This celebration came only because of the lineage of my family--not me personally.
But at this juncture, perhaps in preparation for other lifetimes, I'm to experience complete powerlessness.
The absolute worst part of powerlessness for me is seeing events like Gaza and being unable to do anything at all about them. Or being unable to do anything against Israel. I'm powerless. I can write a substack...that's about it.
I think of the images I've seen of the nanotech in blood, injectable materials, etc. produced by substack investigators. Dr. Nixon has some fetching images. If you stare long enough, you begin to understand their meaning. Just as I did with crop circles. If you stare long enough, the meaning becomes exceedingly clear--through your emotions--not thoughts. You know what's being conveyed. The information is transported through the heart.
Anyway, the nano would disappear and then reappear. Disappear and reappear. When the substance disappeared, after a while I could see that it was still there but not there. Sounds like a Zen koan.
So, powerlessness is like that for me. I have to know both sides to understand the totality because powerlessness is part of powerfulness and vice versa...as you said in your post. Kind of a thesis-antithesis-synthesis but in a good way not done by Jesuits.
That's why, I believe, we're on Planet Earth in a densely material medium. We can learn the opposite in a stark, rude way. Only the best come here, and they volunteer. No one is required to come to Earth. It's a privilege. Michael shephards those here now. In the higher realms, the synthesis is made. Perhaps etheric and above.
Alright lady are you messin with my head lol? The email contains another picture of a young lady in a hat. I can’t find her now that I am here. I went back to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. I am not it seems. Who is she? The picture grabbed me for some reason I can’t explain. I don’t believe it is a painting.
Candie was wearing a hat in her American Idol photo which linked to that post. I have no idea why that would be placed first on the email as I put my artwork on before I think. Nonetheless click on the link of the pretty lady if it is the same one I think it is. There's no porn involved unless it's something else entirely!
I think this is my favorite. You have done it. "IT", the nail on the head.
Good vs Evil
God vs Satan
Love vs Hate
Life vs Death
Heart vs Mind
Compassion vs Ego
LIGHT vs DARKNESS
Just beautifully put. I will read this many many times, especially when I feel lost and wandering about.
Thank you.
Makes perfect sense. Seems impossible to understand motivation if we don't recognize and understand binaries.
I think if you can. If you can hit them and kill them. I personally have no skills in that area. But if I had the means maybe I would. Alternatively I am inclined just to deprive them. All these billionaire assholes rely on our labour to make them rich. We should just stop showing up to work. I wouldn't work for these people on principle and I wish others wouldn't as well.
Starve the beast I agree with. I am not a good shot
You don't have to be an excellent shot if you have many bullets. Bullets can be in any form, which you have written. Greatest work you have done, in my opinion.
Brilliant piece, Amy. I got one in chemistry (!) which was a shock...plus French, and Art. Love your piece with the trees by the river. I say the same thing you did about copiers...
LOL I'd have to check to see how many keys they awarded there back then. It makes sense if they had one in physics and chemistry but I just recall those broad areas being one. Foreign language I thought was lumped together but you are correct that would put a Japanese versus a Spanish bilingual from birth versus a French student at odds. For what it is worth French was my WORST subject in school. I struggled to even get a C in it. I read it better than I speak I suppose. Neither are very good though. ;-)
LOL I'd have to check to see how many keys they awarded there back then. It makes sense if they had one in physics and chemistry but I just recall those broad areas being one. Foreign language I thought was lumped together but you are correct that would put a Japanese versus a Spanish bilingual from birth versus a French student at odds. For what it is worth French was my WORST subject in school. I struggled to even get a C in it. I read it better than I speak I suppose. Neither are very good though. ;-)
Amy, beautiful insight here.........thank you for writing this.
That’s a deep dive. Good read too. Seems clear that truly evil people walk the earth. Some might be irredeemable. I think they are rare, but they congregate, conspire, and study how to exploit vulnerabilities. They accumulate power over people who would otherwise be decent human beings but too easily turn into enablers if not collaborators. We can all get habituated to a favorite thrill or routine and end up addicted and easily controlled. I think most people are resigned to living that way, along a continuum from miserable to uninformed and indifferent to maniacal. I figure the way out of that is getting addicted to something spiritually counter to and more powerful than evil.
I don’t think I can do much about alpha predators or the mediocre middle until I set and follow personal standards for how good, honorable, humble, just, brave, and loving I need to be. It does seem that in these last four years, we’ve been taking a closer look at ourselves as a culture and recognizing we need to clean up our act. I believe healthy grassroots will eventually topple evil overlords for a few generations, but getting there won’t be gentle.
Do you follow Brian O’Shea, Naomi Wolf’s husband? His recent post on Mangione comes from humility and bravery. That’s a rare and honorable combination. https://brianoshea.substack.com/p/please-accept-my-apologyamerica
I had to SMH, Amy. I understand you.
During intensive chanting and later confirmed when I began meditation--confirmed unbidden--meaning I didn't seek out this information--this life for me is to live powerless or without power.
Now...I'm not upset. I think one reason my QHHT session was chosen by Higher Self (The life was so immediate and instantaneous that the hypnotherapist spoke far longer than necessary to introduce me to my reading; I didn't want to be rude and interrupt her, and I wasn't even sure if what I was experiencing was the full experience. It was.) was to show me that I had great power in other lives. To the extent that my family and I with other ruling families brought down a cabal taking our planet into war with other planets.
I remembered flying an aircraft, which was portrayed by the symbol of a chariot [situations we can't understand in 3D are presented in symbols or metaphors]--only this chariot had a power I couldn't comprehend. The power of this aircraft is far beyond anything we now know in this world. I could feel it, but the power was hidden from me in the reliving of this life.
I met my wife in one of these war-torn areas. It looked very much like Gaza but was on a different planet from ours. There were three planets in relatively close proximity to one another around this huge reddish-like sun. Once we realized what the ruling government was actually doing, we formed a group to take them down. We did. The government "ruled" or administrated at our pleasure--not theirs.
The life remembrance opened as I teleported into the facility where I knew a war tribunal would place my family (extended family as my father still lived and I stood as representative) under house arrest and abrogate our rights. We had been expecting this maneuver. We were prepared. I was tall; well formed human; wore heavy cloak and boots; wore a helmet which dipped to my back collar; and had a head which was pointed and enlarged. I was so embarrassed I couldn't tell the hypnotist. I could only think Greys had weird heads, but I was a fully human, well-formed man. I teleported with a device on my wrist which interacted with my thoughts or brain activity. We were trained from childhood how to teleport when we reached a certain age.
I remember crying during the time I told about coming of age. I was a male. I was celebrated by all of society. In that society, coming of age was a huge celebration. Etc. Etc. I was deeply touched by their love towards me which made me cry. This celebration came only because of the lineage of my family--not me personally.
But at this juncture, perhaps in preparation for other lifetimes, I'm to experience complete powerlessness.
The absolute worst part of powerlessness for me is seeing events like Gaza and being unable to do anything at all about them. Or being unable to do anything against Israel. I'm powerless. I can write a substack...that's about it.
I think of the images I've seen of the nanotech in blood, injectable materials, etc. produced by substack investigators. Dr. Nixon has some fetching images. If you stare long enough, you begin to understand their meaning. Just as I did with crop circles. If you stare long enough, the meaning becomes exceedingly clear--through your emotions--not thoughts. You know what's being conveyed. The information is transported through the heart.
Anyway, the nano would disappear and then reappear. Disappear and reappear. When the substance disappeared, after a while I could see that it was still there but not there. Sounds like a Zen koan.
So, powerlessness is like that for me. I have to know both sides to understand the totality because powerlessness is part of powerfulness and vice versa...as you said in your post. Kind of a thesis-antithesis-synthesis but in a good way not done by Jesuits.
That's why, I believe, we're on Planet Earth in a densely material medium. We can learn the opposite in a stark, rude way. Only the best come here, and they volunteer. No one is required to come to Earth. It's a privilege. Michael shephards those here now. In the higher realms, the synthesis is made. Perhaps etheric and above.
Alright lady are you messin with my head lol? The email contains another picture of a young lady in a hat. I can’t find her now that I am here. I went back to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. I am not it seems. Who is she? The picture grabbed me for some reason I can’t explain. I don’t believe it is a painting.
Candie was wearing a hat in her American Idol photo which linked to that post. I have no idea why that would be placed first on the email as I put my artwork on before I think. Nonetheless click on the link of the pretty lady if it is the same one I think it is. There's no porn involved unless it's something else entirely!