Cover your webcam

via #SmartTV : Your Smart TV is Watching You – YouTube — Our Shifting Perspective

Advertisements

The Elitist and Cabal Are Powerless

thw9gbk9pxRather than post each of these separately, I felt it might be clearer if I posted the 28 signs Lance has written about in one location. I’ve placed the three linked titles above the 28 signs, which are numbered. One point I like about this is that he has dated each one. I see this […]

via Lance Schuttler, The Mind Unleashed… “[28] Signs That The Global Elite’s Ship Is Sinking” (3 articles in one) — Kauilapele’s Blog

Our mother needs our love and attention

SUNDAY, JANUARY 8, 2017 The Vision Seekers by Archangels, Elohim and Ascended Masters through Sue Lie 1-8-17 The Vision Seekers By the Archangels, the Elohim and the Ascended Masters Beloved Ones, We come to you within the NOW to remind you that Gaia is ALIVE. Furthermore, we ask that, you, the awakened humans, pass […]

via The Vision Seekers by Archangels, Elohim & Ascended Masters @ Awakening with Suzanne Lie — Lakshmi Vishnu – Star Seed – Lightarian (TM) Rays Master-Practitioner – Reiki Kundalini Master-teacher – Spiritual Channeller – Lightworker

Naomi Wolf Exposes Fake News / False Flags ~ YouTube [2014] — Our Shifting Perspective

The point of me sharing this is to suggest that things are not always as they appear.

If there is one thing that I have learned along this journey is…QUESTION EVERYTHING!!!!

 

Former Clinton/Gore political consultant Naomi Wolf explains why we should be skeptical of overly theatrical news stories. Propaganda is legal! This took place at the 2014 Free State Project’s Liberty Forum.

via Naomi Wolf Exposes Fake News / False Flags ~ YouTube [2014] — Our Shifting Perspective

Purgatory…Or Is That, Purge-a-tory?

purgatory

I was given this  curious little question as I woke up this morning. I remember growing up and going to church as a child. I would listen to the minister give his sermon about us horrible sinners, and how we must repent all of our horribleness. The fire and brimstone stuff that movies are made of seemed pretty scary at the time. Now that I see through all of the constraints, brain washing and control issues that are very much a part of organized religion, I decided to look up the meaning of purgatory. I figured that maybe my spiritual team was offering me a different perspective on this topic. Well, lo and behold, I was right.

As a noun, purgatory means:”(in Roman Catholic doctrine) a place or state of suffering inhabited by the souls of sinners who are expiating their sins before going to heaven”. Same old, same old stuff, right??? But then, we use it as an adjective, and everything changes. Then purgatory means:”having the quality of cleansing or purifying”. AHA!!!

thu1n3x2dm

My spiritual team has always had a wonderful sense of humour, as I am currently in the midst of pure and complete purgatory. It all started about three weeks ago. I began having deep, intense, and overwhelming pain in my legs. The pain would start up at my hips and deep inside the joints and muscles. The pain would then radiate down my legs to my knees, shins, and then to my feet. It would come at anytime throughout the day or night. Along with these pains, there would also arise a tremendous feeling of dread or fear. My abdomen would feel like there was ice buried within it, and a feeling of oscillation of energy would accompany this fear. I knew that I was being “dredged” or “purged” of all fear that had no purpose. I knew that the only thing that I could do was to surrender and align myself with this energy. I have a deep compassion for anyone with I.B.S., because I found myself making many a scurried visit to the closest washroom. Wherever I go, I am always on the lookout for the closest facilities…just in case. When the pains first started, I went to see a physiotherapist to see what impact physio treatment would have on my current physical challenges. Well, apparently none is the answer to that question. My symptoms also stumped the hell out my physiotherapist, since my symptoms would vary from visit to visit. I began telling him about my beliefs, that every symptom has an emotional root. He is a very progressive therapist, because he believed that as well. After three treatments with him, and no real success, I told him that I was going to go it on my own. I continue to do the strengthening exercises that he recommended for my general core strength and well-being, which do help with balance and flexibility.

I woke up this morning feeling different. My legs feel almost pain-free, except for a little in my right hip. What a difference! I am sure that last weeks amazing full moon eclipse had something to do with it. The energy really built up into a crescendo as the full moon approached, and then I felt a huge release as it passed. It was very much like a balloon that was being filled with air, and then suddenly bursting when it had reached it’s climactic fullness. All I know is that it has left great change in it’s wake. I am never afraid to purge, since I know that moments of discomfort and pain all inevitably lead to emotional blessings in my life. Bring it on! Carry me forward in the waves of love that bring me closer to our new world, and heaven on earth.

thgdpqnxqv

 

The Lost Boy In The Blue Fog

dark-farmhouse

I am standing in a house that I do not know. It feels empty, devoid of feeling and character, and very old. A young boy of 5 years runs past me down the long dingy hallway, muttering to himself, unaware of my presence. He passes the bathroom door, shut tight and dark. He shakes his head as if to say, “I’m not going in there”. As he reaches the bottom of the staircase, he looks to his right and up towards the stairs. Flowing down the stairs like a waterfall is a dense pale blue fog. It creeps closer to the boy, a palpable barrier daring him to try to penetrate it. He appears anxious and doesn’t know what to make of it’s appearance. I approach him from behind, making my presence gently known so as not to frighten him. He looks up at me with curiosity. I offer him a reassuring smile, and glancing at the blue fog, I say “watch this!” As I put my hands out towards the fog, an invisible energy pours out of my fingertips and a small bit of the blue cloud dissipates. The boy looks at me quite astonished at the fog’s reaction. Then I woke up.

sad_boy-3991102

I knew that this dream had great significance for me. I also intuitively felt that the boy, the house, the fog and I weren’t quite finished with each other. I decided to go into meditation and reconnect with the whole scene to investigate it’s importance. I continued where the dream had left off, and there was the boy still standing at the foot of the stairs. I noticed that he seemed very much alone, abandoned would be the feeling that I got. I didn’t feel that there was anyone else in the house except for the two of us. I asked the boy where his parents were, and his reply was, “I don’t know”. He didn’t appear too concerned that he was alone, but more that he had reconciled himself to the situation. It was obvious to me that he was feeling uncertain and anxious due to the appearance of the pale blue fog. Since the house was eerie and dark, I asked him if it would be okay to open the curtains. The young boy was very hesitant at first, as if allowing the light in would be unsettling for him. To make him feel more at ease, I told him that it would help me move around the house easier, since the house was so unfamiliar to me. After some thought, he finally agreed, and we began going from room to room opening the heavy dark curtains. As we flung open each drapery, the sun literally burst it’s way into every dark corner. I could see the ancient dust floating through the air, disturbed by our actions.

sunlight-through-window-300x200

The house began to take on an almost friendly feel with the sun now pouring in, even though each room on the main floor was empty with not a single piece of furniture. After the drapes had all been opened, the boy and I returned to the dark hallway, and to the door that led to the bathroom that he wanted to avoid. I asked him if he knew if there were any lightbulbs. He nodded and then went to get them from the pantry. I told him that he could climb on top of my shoulders in order to reach the light in the hall ceiling. He gently unscrewed the old lightbulb and replaced it with the new one. I opened the bathroom door, and he proceeded to replace the lightbulb in the bathroom as well. I asked him to flip the light switch, and as he did, the room was filled with light. He soon realized that the bathroom wasn’t so scary after all. Now, what to do about that troublesome pale blue fog?

breath3

We revisited the bottom of the staircase, and pondered our next move. The fog was very dense, and there was a very heavy feeling about it. It also felt like it had a personality, and an almost foreboding presence. I decided to try blowing air from my lungs out onto the fog, and to my amazement, the fog retreated just the tiniest bit. I motioned for the boy to help me. He and I began to take turns blowing air on the pale blue entity. Before too long, the fog had retreated as far back as the upstairs landing. I took the boy’s small hand in mine, and we began to climb the stairs. We pushed through the last of the fog at the top of the stairs, and peered into one of the bedrooms. Imagine our surprise when we saw three small children, one girl and two boys, playing quietly inside. They didn’t notice us until I said, “Hello”. All three of them looked at us as I spoke and then returned to their playing without saying a word. Finally the little boy that I had met downstairs entered the bedroom and joined them. It all seemed so natural. A man suddenly appeared in the room with the children. I asked if he was their father. He replied, “No, I am your masculine aspect”. He had come to assist in parenting these “lost” children.

thbds98t6t

We all went downstairs to go outside to play in the yard. When we opened the door, the entire yard was a huge wheat field except for the long dirt road that led to the house. The children played while my masculine aspect and I talked. As I looked down the long winding driveway that came up towards the house, I began to see hundreds of what looked like ghosts coming towards us. There were men, women, and children. They were from the ages of very young to very old. They were semi-transparent, and they seemed to be from another world. In fact, they appeared to be from many different worlds, and many different periods in history. They continued marching towards us as we were sitting at the edge of the driveway. As they began to move past us, I looked behind me to see where they were going. Out of nowhere appeared a vortex. I was told that this was a vortex whose purpose was to “harvest souls into the light”.

thvy628zx6

When almost everyone had entered the vortex, the four children that had been playing in the yard, told us that it was time for them to go. They ran off and disappeared into the vortex of light. They went happily, peacefully and eagerly. It was a beautiful sight to witness. So many of the “lost” parts of me had found their way home and into the light, with the promise of eternal love and light. I looked back towards the old house, only to discover that it had completely dissolved. There was nothing left but the outline where the old house once stood. So symbolic of the old me dissolving in order for the new me to thrive. A sense of completeness came over me, and I couldn’t help but smile.

 

 

 

The Gift Of Resistance

floodgates

When the floodgates of understanding open before you, step into the flow, and embrace it.

That was my very huge and gifted lesson to myself this morning. I have been feeling some very deep understandings were just below the surface of my subconscious lately, but for the life of me, I couldn’t seem to be able to retrieve them. Most mornings I check out the WordPress blogs that I follow, and lo and behold there was the key to unlocking the understandings that I was seeking.

thT40UT1N8

I began reading Judith  Dagley Flaherty’s latest posting “Resistance Decoded! Compassion Required”. In this particular post, she puts a question out there for all of us to honestly ask ourselves…”why would I feel such resistance to creating a new experience that I feel so powerfully pulled to create, anyway?”  I swear that I could almost hear the lock within my subconscious click open as the key within that question hit it’s mark. That wise, loving, and very endearing voice from within began to speak with such clarity and honesty, and the deepest of understandings were revealed.

thZLHQ4SO3

Sometimes I wish that I could record my own thoughts, so that I could remember these delicious revelations in detail. However, I will do the best I can. It was explained to me that my biggest resistance at this point is claiming my own power. I have abused my power in various forms and situations in the history of my soul’s journey. I have much remorse in that area, and some fears linger that I may do it again. However, I was told that I chose the events of my childhood, in order to prevent the abuse of power from ever repeating  in this lifetime. As a preventative of sorts, I arranged to have various relatives bully and abuse me during my childhood years, and on several levels, physically, mentally and emotionally. I felt that this would leave enough of an impression on my soul, that the lessons of this would remain with me throughout my life’s journey. I have been assured that this has indeed played out just the way that I intended, and that an inner compassion for all others is the result. It was also revealed to me that I have increased the vibration of love and light within me to the point of no return, and that I need not fear that I will fall to the level of abusing my power under any circumstance. I was simply told to let the fear of that fall away…”let it go”. I awoke this morning, feeling as if I had been gutted like a fish, and my intestines had been scraped clean of all debris…and a lot of fear. I suppose this is what I was working on last night in my sleep, in preparation for this morning. Ahhh, the synchronicity of it all!

phenomena-620x330