You must wake up, stare the truth boldly in the eye, and rise to stop this charade

I spent a lovely couple of days at my bestie's father-in-law's farm in Derbyshire. I looked after her son Michael, played with some animals and rested in the beautiful countryside. And got smashed-drunk both nights. Yep, not so enlightened of me! But damn, it was such a necessary evil. Even the hangover was worth it.

Well, I had all the best intentions not to drink the second night. However, my friend's annoying friend, let's call her Stacia, joined the party. You know I'm always so compassionate and empathic and do my best to keep my cool-loving attitude? Well, this time around I was mumbling into my wine glass all kinds of words. That's why I couldn't keep it away from my mouth! Otherwise, I'd start to argue... and there is just no point when the other person is a twat.

Guys, this is a PLANDEMIC! We are still amidst the charade of this disaster, a criminal thing that doesn't make any sense anymore (if it ever did) and they (whoever they is) are SHAMELESS about it!

If I stop wondering how come people didn't see that already 1 year ago, I can no longer tolerate that people aren't awake by now. 1,5 years ago I didn't look too much into it. Like the majority, I was scared. But I still wasn't about to believe everything I'd be told without using my discernment, own intuition, and some common sense. Meeting T. (Chris) last year was a blessing. He added a lot more info that, although hard to believe back then, I resonated with that much more than with the BBC, CNN and other bullshit media. I already knew that masks don't protect us, washing hands is common sense, and now, according to my new source (let's call him Jake), I do believe that we can't even "catch" viruses! They're already in our bodies and will, or will not, get triggered by traumatic events in our lives. I caught "covid" after the traumatic breakup. I could not bear being alone in this plandemic, in the winter and in a country where I didn't/don't belong.

Anyway, moving on...

My friends's friend couldn't shut up about the vaccine and how that's gonna salvage us. Constantly praising it, what a brilliant idea so we could all resume our lives... "Come guys, we all gotta do it..." I kept quiet. Well, mumbling into my wine... What an annoying twat. Should I really listen to health advice from a woman who says she's 36 but looks like 45?

I'm sorry, but enough was of my meekness.

I had to finish the bottle and make some excuses about being tired and just got to bed. I'm sure that my friends enlightened her about my stance later. Well, E. and her husband totally accept me with all my quirks and whatnot, and I accept theirs. I accept that they both got the vaccine. I accept the pressure they felt they were under. It's work, it's family, it's protecting their children... all sound like perfect and noble reasons to go ahead and do something to redeem the world...

But the said solution, this experimental vaccine, is, unfortunately, not gonna give them what they want. And what they really want are health and freedom.

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#pandemic #plandemic #novaxx

The spirit of dragonfly, day-dreaming, and healing

I've been healing my gastritis and irritable bowel syndrome with rest, healthier foods, and detoxing negative emotions out of my mind and body. Turns out that the events of the past 2 weeks did leave a small mark. Well, stress flares up these two conditions but it's not the end of the world. I'm co-hosting a women's circle tonight and I can't wait to shed some light on men, sex, and sexual healing for those female attendees! 

Before coming to see my grandmother for the last time, I noticed a giant dragonfly outside of her door. I knew it was a spiritual sign of good luck, but it occurred to me to google some more about it only just now. I asked a question about something personal about 10 minutes ago, pulled out a card from Colette Baron Reid, and - my eyes fell on a cute dragonfly flying past me - indoors! I'm including possible messages below. 

I think I like staying in my own energy, appreciating myself even more for everything I've done and who I've been, and who I'm becoming. 

Life is good when you trust that you are protected, divinely guided, and you really can't fuck this up.

Trust.

The departure of granny and a new dawn

I'm writing this on a much more positive note than the previous post, albeit a bit out of practice sharing with the public again.

Last night I landed in London and was swished off to self-isolate in a hotel that my agency booked for me... I had been looking forward to those upcoming 5 days like nothing else! A totally different spirit from what was I was in 4 months ago. Another opportunity to rest, recharge, detox, recreate myself anew.

This time around I'm not preoccupied with some little man ghosting me. In fact, I'm finally so at peace staying alone. I'm definitely better off without a cowardly self-centered sociopath - whom I nevertheless loved. For the first time in 6 months, or ever, I feel that true love is possible, and most importantly, still waiting for me. I trust my past choices, no matter how dumb. My faith in God and in the Universe protecting me got me this far, so why wouldn't I trust that all my experiences led me to a place where everything comes together?

That I've not yet found the right person, never had the elusive best sex of my life, and never born any children - it all makes perfect sense already. I simply wouldn't have been ready to appreciate what I'd have if I had found it. So to make it easier on me, God orchestrated no marriage =  no divorce, and a lot of emotional pain to learn what I don't want.

Oh my, I feel so at peace...

The last few weeks were incredible, and I mean unbelievable. At the beginning of the year, I felt something died within me. I went on to survive in an unspecific numbness, to suddenly be brought back to life a few weeks ago. So much action since. Beach relaxation, hiking, making new connections, seeing old friends, and going on lovely dates. Of course, the highlight was spending time with my family and lastly, mourning the departure of my dear grandmother. God rest her soul. She's suffered so much throughout the last two years, it was a release for her, and quite a relief for us. Because other's suffering is our suffering. 

When my sis told me the news, it was still a shock. Although I traveled to Czechia last minute on a strong call of my intuition to say goodbye to granny, the conscious mind still wasn't getting it. I'm so happy I got to see her for a few days before she went to hospice to die. We all thought she'd be there for a few months, maybe even be brought back to aliveness, but mere 2 days later she's gone to heaven. 

That day the news saddened me deeply, more than I thought it would because I believed I made peace with it... To my surprise, the following morning I woke up and the grief that had been sitting on my chest for the last two years since her diagnosis (heightened by the pandemic, my own breakup, and seeing her in pain the week before) was suddenly gone. I felt so light. There was a new dawn, and I felt it. 

I wonder if she came the night before to pass on some wisdom.

I feel absolutely certain that she’s now someplace far happier than where she's ever been while on Earth.
She deserves it.

It's time to make my own health a priority. And I hope that my mother will now put hers too!