A new birth time and a period of transition to a new era of spirit. My spirit has broken with this world, with this world of crazy, where we buckle men in with leashes, where men have ownership over my body, my health, my choices, and tell me I come from their rib, and this is my body that I have inhabited for 80 years and imagined Peace, Harmony and Honouring Life.
I am never at rest. I am always engaged with moving forward, every day. The frivolity and boredom of men thinking I am a rib, or they have control over my body, which unsettles their established order of control over my body, that I educated, that is my knowledge, my wisdom, my genetics, my intelligence, my spirit, my instincts, my intuition, my healing, my light, my enlightenment, my Existential Existence, by keeping me leashed to their rules, is gone forever. The vague foreboding of something unknown to many, this change I make hereto. This is a far departure from what I see in the Republican Senate, or in my own government or Tribes. I am a homo sapien, a hybrid with my own passions, and not yours leashes. My body has leaned toward personal responsibility for 80 years, and parented parents and siblings, and always forgave for you keeping me leashed to your beliefs. I have always been adamant about human choices including compassion, and Love for others, rather than hurt, I walk away, but I am tired of living this passion and dream of mine, waiting for others to see how Peace is so important. Is it only a dream? I now live dark moods again, emotions of despair, resigned to my lot in life of being a woman, with anger, angst and the constant frustration of stupidity of others. Breaking and entering into Montreal’s McGill University, our University in Canada is so beyond normal, and the killing of children to get your way. Who are these stupid people?
Lawlessness prevails. Is there no social order, or an embracing comprehension of the world as spirit without making us suffer to the ultimate? Is destiny and fate the futility of the individual decision or does it belong to war, to abuse, to power, to the oxy-moron, like Military Intelligence, like war is art. To those who think I woman, come from a rib. I am looking down the throat of destiny and the overwhelming forces of evil, and forces of the spirit of times, where because your angry, you get to kill children. and no one is wiling to take responsibility. Hereto your actions are called “Logic of Passion”? The Passion of a false age like when Napoleon thought himself God.
The World is to be Unified not by force, but by Spirit, our Love molecule. What should I do? Who should I be? Where do I go to find my Peace, my Spirit, my Harmony, my Expectations, well I go secretly to my hiding place. My secret Garden. Latitude 49.005. Inbetwixt all borders. You speak but you do not follow Love. I am not your handmaid. I am a individual hybrid woman. Where is your thoughtfulness, kindness, and care, empathy and compassion? You who tell me, bless the children only to humiliate me when I do.
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