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The Only Way Out is Up Part 1-The Set Up

I've been listening to Joe Rogan's interview with two professors about Political and Social Evolution.(<click)
I'm one of those nerds who dig this sort of stuff and considering the politics of the day it's probably a good idea to pay attention.  When I was pretty small in the mid 1950's there was a book in our house of photographs of Nazi concentration camps.  I can remember wondering how could this possibly happen?  How could the people go along with such horror?   Now watching our current situation in our country I understand.


These professors are trying to break that down.  I have a love-hate for higher education especially growing up in a college town where very smart people live in little mental boxes.
The world politics at this moment are all over the place.  It could go either way.

My morning coffee ritual is to check out late night satire like Stephen Colbert.

Political satire keeps it real.  You can say things with a smile that you can't with a club.
Thank God for Jon Stewart!

 I can't wait for Al Franken to host SNL now that he is no longer restrained by the Senate.

If I let my mind wander too far I start picking up past lives...of course, who really knows.
When I worked with Tess at LaBoca in Santa Fe I was doing a reading for her.  I started getting a Vision of her on a small stage doing a comedy schitck during the French Revolution saying "Let them eat cake!"  and look where that led.  She was so cute because being half Navajo she had never heard that phrase I guess and had no idea what I was talking about.

By my second cup of coffee I'm checking out news clips and making comments like

“The FAKE NEWS media  is not my enemy, it is the enemy of the American People!”   Trump tweet 
 "Lügenpresse"    A slur used by Hitler and his Nazis that means  "Fake News"  

 It's freaking me out a bit because my comments are being kept at the top of more recent comments. 

It's obvious that societies are at a turning point.  I hate it when people are throwing out that the world is going to end.
 Earth keeps keeping on even if it has to limp.

 So I've been thinking about what the next step is after listening to professors talk about it like a doctor writing out a prescription.  

The planet is not a machine and people are not cogs.  Real medicine is not replacing body parts and giving aspirin.
 Our Mind creates our Reality.  There is no higher law.

This by the way is high on my list of  "wants".     :)

The Only Way Out is Up

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Psychopaths That Have Tried to Kill Me

After my Melt Down Christmas Eve I asked "Q" ...."Why is this happening?" 
"Q" said "Inventory your life and you will see a pattern."

Now I am a very peaceful person.  I was taught by my Grandmother to see the perfection in another person and because I'm pretty damn intuitive I can scan someone and "see" where their holes are.  I feel compelled to fill them.   Well this is what psychopaths are attracted to to.  Like a moth to a flame.

Over the years I've lost a lot of cash to these con artists.  And I've been one step away from being killed by a handful of them.  I think that is excessive.  The most extreme was Nyles, son of a famous jazz musician.

I think "Curiosity Killed the Cat" should be on my gravestone.  If you have a story I want to hear it.  Nyles had great stories.   He decided at a young age that he wanted to be a musician himself because when he went to a jazz festival with his father he was sitting next to Dizzy Gillespie surrounded by beautiful women.

Nyles was always charming and generous with the royalties he got from his father's estate.  After awhile he gradually got darker and darker.  My mother was always giving me grief and he offered to kill her for me. I didn't take it serious, but as part of his childish Ninja fantasy that he was starting to spin about himself.   Getting distance from Nyles was a big factor in my moving  to Santa Fe.  He came to visit a couple times to introduce me to his girlfriend and I hoped that would chill him out a bit.  He was 50 and she was half his age.  I wondered if I should tell her my concern but they were in love so I let it go.

Right before I left for Santa Fe he asked if I would help him move.  He had been so generous to me that I felt I owed him at least that.  Though he was almost 50 at the time he was very childlike and I knew he couldn't have handled the move by himself.
I got to his house and he was a mess.  Normally he would only see you if he was composed and  he never allowed me in his house before.  The chaos was clearly stressing him out.  We packed 9 expensive guitars, though he never became a musican,  100 T-shirts, 10 expensive leather jackets.   We got down to the kitchen and laying on top of a box was a long knife.  For some reason it gave me a chill and I slid the knife in the box.  I came back to get another load and the knife was out again.  I put it back and the knife was on top of the box when I returned.

I was starting to panic.  His house was fairly isolated and no one was around.  I didn't want to push it with him because he was so on edge I didn't know how he would react.  Though he was a small guy he was all muscle.  His eyes were starting to get crazy.  I was thinking "Fuck, I've had it and no one knows I'm here."

Then I felt a Presence.   Nyles realized then he couldn't fine the key to the U-Haul.  Now he was focused on that which broke the tension.  He called a locksmith, we got the packing finished, he put on his jacket and the keys were in his pocket.

Right now "Q" is asking "What did you learn from all these people?"

It forced me to stand in my own Power.

While I was in Santa Fe I got a call.  They wanted to know how I was coping with the news.  "Huh?"
Nyles had shot the young girl friend close range with a shot gun and then killed himself.

"Q"

There has been evidence of "Q" influencing my Reality from the beginning, indirectly.

When the comet hit Jupiter in 1994 Reality started ringing like a bell.  I was loosing my grasp on sanity as my world was flooded by a new vibration.   

 "Q" took the opportunity to come forward since I was fractured and started educating me in my dreams.

Much of it I could not comprehend or remember but knew that the information would come to the surface when I needed it.  Two things impressed me however.

I was shown a vision of the sky.  Someone slit it like a canvas and the edges curled back and pearls started rolling into the empty space.  "Q" wanted me to realize that what I thought was solid was in reality no more than a projection of an image.

Then they showed me that our Reality was in Octaves.  Any situation could be experienced in a higher or lower key depending on the filter we saw through.  Hitler of WW2 could be a lower tone while there were six other versions of that event.  In one he could be a humanitarian that saved people.  

"Q" wanted me to realize that WE have a free will to "see" any event through what ever filter we chose.  By changing our filter we then changed the vibration of our reality.  Each octave represented a higher or lower Universe Frequency that enclosed that event.  I think I was being prepared for these times.  Reality is going to jump to higher octave within my life time.  Even lower vibration events will then be expressed through a higher Octave where we will have the free will to live in what ever tone we resonate with.  

I took that advice seriously and tried to see every situation from a higher perspective.  It was very confusing.  I was loosing people in my life.  Not everyone wants to go up the scale.  They were convinced that their power was to be controling.  I was trying to hold on to the old while the new was pushing me forward.  I appeared to be bat shit crazy.

"Q" has been explaining that I am shifting to the next Octave and there is a period of nothingness from one set of scales to the other.  If I resist it will take longer.  

A trick I use when I'm put in a situation where I have to be calm and I'm not  I envison myself floating in a pool,  focusing myself  bobbing in the water.

Weightless

I've been trying to put my finger on this unsettling feeling I got going on today.   This video just about captures it. 
Neither here nor there, nor up or down.

"Q" says that it represents my total non-attachment.  I am unto myself alone,  allowing myself to float in the zero gravity of reality.  Never to land again.  My relationships were "taken" so that I would have no reason to stay.

Now, I do know a lot of people but I've also moved a lot so we have lost track of each other.  When I came back to Aztec I just became a hermit to sort things out.   And in this town that is sort of an odd thing to do.  My family has an ice cream shop that my father built to keep my mother busy and it's still going strong 35 years later.  EVERYONE in this county knows it.  If I meet someone new all I have to do is mention the Vanilla Moose and their eyes roll back in their head as they remember hot chocolate.  I'm immediately given a pass.  I could probably end up mayor if I played it right.  LOL

"Q" says that  my parallel life would have been to stay married, be a Cookie Grandma and go to all the grandkids's basketball games since I would have stayed in Indiana where my husband was THE county basket ball star of 1965.  In some parallel universe there is a Beth that hosted a Christmas for about 30 people yesterday.  If my husband hadn't beat me up I probably would have stayed.   I would not have known of the life I didn't have  that I'm having now.  My life would have been out of  "Hoosiers".

Usually "Q" gives me a hint as to the direction I'm supposed to go next.

Not this time.  I'm weightless.

Time to Get on With It

When "Q" was first making me aware of "IT's" presence I would be put into a state of going infinitely small and expansively big at the same time.  I was a molecule and a galaxy at the same time.  It definitely puts you in a weird head space.  This was 40 years ago.

Of Two Minds

.....Or   Merry Fuckin' Christmas
                                                                                             

Yesterday was difficult. 
I could not get drunk enough. 
Even on the best days I don't get Christmas
 as it's celebrated  with it's
Coke Santa and shopping.

Psychologically it's healthier to align with the winter solstice energy and allow what no longer serves you to die.

 My Big Self get's that and that is how I live my life for the most part, but my Small Self doesn't think it's fair that as the Grandmother I'm not part of the celebration.

I have been having very technical dreams and when I woke up this morning I felt GREAT!  I couldn't remember the dream beyond a bit of quick images of the schematic.

The "Q" have worked on me for years.  They are always tinkering with my brain.  I really don't blame my family for thinking I've gone over the edge.   It's difficult for me also to keep up too.

This morning my face had fallen on the right side even more, but I felt so calm I didn't pay attention.  Though I'm sure a half bottle of Merlot didn't help.

I just got back from walking to refill my water jugs.  It has the dual purpose of getting exercise.   I just don't drive anymore and sometimes I've walked across the street with traffic coming that I just "didn't see".   My life is small and predictable these days.
The walks are a good time to chit chat with "Q".  So I asked "What was going on in my dreams last night?"    At first "Q" acknowledged that they were pleased with the new persona.  They are curious and do not know all the answers so they enjoy having a wrench thrown into their plans.  To them it's like they have been playing 3 dimensional chess and some of the pieces on the board started looking up at them.

"Q" said they were Gene Splicing.  This will allow my physical body to transition to a Reality of a different vibration.  A lot has already been done over the years.  Little bits at a time otherwise my body could not handle it.

They added that an economic turn down is being slipped in because holding too  much stuff weighs down the soul. It's not that things are bad, but if they are used to fill an emotional hole they neither fill that hole or allow the soul to grow.
Things that hold memories "hold" your soul to an illusionary time line.
KISS...Keep It Simple Stupid.

I've found a couple online tarot readers who seem to tap into the story.  I always go to Sal if I want to know what's going on.   There is another story line that hasn't been brought up yet.

Going Back in Time and Picking Up the Pieces

Letters to my Kids.....

Even though there was all this behind the scenes drama, as far as I was concerned I lived in Paradise.  My father inherited some land surrounded by corn fields down a quarter mile dirt road.  The property had a pond.  I can not hear a red wing blackbird without becoming 5 years old again.

I'm here because my parents looked like this..
Looking at this photo I sense a similar dynamic.

My mother was the girl next door who moved to the sticks from the Southside of Chicago.
My Motherland is Blackstone Ave, Chicago.

And my father sang like this.

Down the road was the state mental hospital.  As a Christian Science healer my Grandma Lydia visited people there and I went along.  The place scared the shit out of me.  Probably because I was open to all the vibes being stoned.  The point it made on me was.... NEVER go Insane.  I volunteered in high school to do art classes.  One of the funnest times I ever had.

I was at my Grandmother's most of the time.  It was like living in Munchkin Land.

My Grandmother had a green thumb and a compulsion to grow things.

Past the vegetable garden was the orchard, then the woods where I pretended I was with Lewis and Clark.  Past that was the field where racehorses from Chicago were kept.  They wanted my father to be a jockey.
  There was an old gangster car with bullet holes  dumped back there.
Around the corner was a Gangster Hideout.  I went there for a party once when it was a Bethlehem Steel Executive Hangout.  I was married to a manager.  I just remember the carpet being incredibly lush.
Then I would rotate to my other Grandmother's and Aunties who took me to Chicago.   I would go from cornfield to Marshall Fields in an hour.

Summers were spent on  Lake Michigan.
One of the most magical moments is watching the sunset behind Chicago.

 

Summers we went to the Museum of Science and Industry.

Aunt Donna introduced me to the Art Institute.  My mother took classes there when she was young.

ReBoot

When my laptop acts up the Skateboarder resets it for me to  factory setting.  So I'm applying that to myself.  This brain stuff is confusing.  I am replacing words randomly when I type.  So I'm experimenting with taking myself back in time to when this all started when they put me on phenobarb at about 5.  I spent a lot of time then with my Grandmother Dorothy.  She is probably where I get this gypsy thing.  She could pick winners at the racetrack.  She was a lunch lady at Valparaiso University in Indiana.  I would wait for her in the Student Union watching American Bandstand, high as a kite.  The college kids thought I was cool.  A stoner preschooler listening to rock and roll.

 Dave has a photo of his dad and Elvis as pals at this time.

Realities are splitting as they are singing.  The back up singers do not live in the World of Elvis.  I sense a similar split is going on now.  You don't have to be a psychic to know that something is up after watching the news.  Could it get more surreal?

At home mom listened to "Birdland" while she did housework.

Learning to Fly

Kiss From a Rose

Native Wisdom

Nothing More to Say Really

I think I have summed up what is going on and I can't think of anything more to add.
Besides, my laptop is acting up and I never know when it will finally not open.   I've gone to too many sites and stolen too many photos.  LOL  I hope I'm forgiven.  There are some interesting stories that I could share as long as my computer is ok.  But this is the gist of what is going on.

I could use a break also.  This Fairy Tale has consumed my life.  I'm still planning on turning my Breaking Bad Bus into a store and will do something here at Bubba's lot.  :)  During the meteor shower the other day "Q" incorporated some cosmic magic and sent it to this spot.  They are creating some sort of vortex.  This spot is the Target and Durango is the outer ring.

I had been dreaming of the Target symbol for a long time.  A circle within a circle within a square.

My brain is about in the same shape as my laptop so I'm not too sure what's going on there.  During the session with Cheryl "Q" said that they were breaking my brain so I would not be able to rely on my usual way of forming language so that there was less resistance to their communications.  They said it was like a bone that doesn't heal right and has to be broken and reset.

If you set a pen and a pencil in front of me it takes me a half a second to "remember" which is which.  Navigating the internet and my laptop is clumsy because I forget the steps to take.  Thank God I don't have a job because I wouldn't be able to pull it off right now.   I'll just see how it goes.
My face is doing better and most people don't notice if I don't say anything.  Kinda.

So if I don't come back it is just a technical glitch.