Living in the moment is an opportunity to be art . Silence shows us our true self . I obsess on the beauty of energy flow . I see in you a person creating yourself moment to moment , fearless , patient , kind , compassionate , a light walker gently walking through life & a person becoming a healer . I can’t see myself as a mirror , because 90% of my life I lived on the outside , a traumatised person , never good enough , always moving away from people , it’s only since the death of my g’boy that I’ve really been able to coalesce myself into who I am today from a deep sense of shame . Much love my dear friend in spirit ❤️🙏🕊️
Helloo. I just stumbled on your account, it was like you said, I was drawn to the video (this is the second one I’ve watched). I’ve recently realised that I’ve been making myself palatable for others and feeling insecure instead of just accepting myself. Just being myself, stop being so judgemental of myself, and using less of my brain as you put it. I liked the way you explained it here, and I’m glad I found your videos. I’ve never done any inner child (or inner teenager) work, I’m sure there’s plenty to unpack. I love your energy and will be sticking around to hear you ramble! Hope you’re well
You pinned the inner teenager if I heard it correctly and you know by now :) I feel a lot of appreciation when I see you, so raw, real, love it. Don't know how I ended up on one of your videos but I'm really glad I did :) Obsession at the moment about recent and future living situations and possibilities. Have a lovely evening! Keep doing this please :) Big hug!
I'm obsessed with the belief that I'm not a likable person and I have a scroll in my mind listing all the reasons why people don't find me likable: not funny, not interesting, boring, rubbish at conversations, looks weird, has a weird voice, looks suspicious, has a resting b*tch face, untrustworthy, etc. The scroll of reasons is so long that it rolls down on to the ground and flows away down over the rolling hills and far away. I partly blame my mood swings and general melancholic nature for this. Some days I'm just beating myself up royally in my mind for no good reason which ultimately creates an esteem so low that I, of course, continue to attract social interactions that confirm this belief system, which grants permission for me to squirrel away back into my reclusive shell and continue this shadow deeper and darker into my subconscious. When I was a child/teenager, I had so many friends from all different walks of life. My heart was so full of love, I loved being around people and making them laugh and boosting their confidence by always filling them with compliments and encouragement. I had no fear. No shame, or cringe for myself. I was very free in my expression. Now I have a HUGE blockage that I just can't seem to break free from. I don't know how to be ME once I step out the door. I feel like a fraud, because deep down I'm this goofy, loving, happy soul but I can't access that part of me anymore. I love the saying "Don't kill the part of you that is cringe, kill the part that cringes".
Thank you for sharing, and lemme just say, I really know how this feels 🤭 I hope you manage to unblock whatever it is that is preventing you from sharing your fun loving goofy self with a huge heart, boy does the world need it 💙
She continued to talk, as I listened intently. I felt like I had been living in a dream my whole life, from the way she spoke. The deeper her voice went, the more she made me question my whole reality. It shook me how far out of left field this had come. The surprise of it was like she had jumped out from behind the cupboard and had begun shaking me violently, waking me up. It alarmed me, but, that is also what I appreciate the most about this video. My response right now. I don't want to live more than I need to in somebody else's reflection of me, unless it aligns with what feels right with who I am, with what I want to attract more of in my life, or what excites me about who I could become. I'm just passing by. 🚪 Somebody once didnt turn up, and went missing. Now, as an adult, a similar object of mind occurs, and a pattern repeats itself, as a reflection of what it was like for him back then. Now I see it as a picture playing in my mind, but for me then, it was real. If only I can bring together the two halves of the whole, and then I'll be alright. God I wish for them to be together again because then I'll be safe, but one of them keeps getting rejected and gets replaced. One after the other. Time after time, and the same result repeats itself. How good can I be if this is what the teacher reflects in front of me. Just another let down. A failure. It was all a big nothing, they tell me. How will I ever be enough if that is the message I keep hearing? That one won't keep the other around, because they're out looking for someone else, and can't be satisfied with what they already have in front of them? Maybe secretly I'm obsessed with getting my parents back together again, so that I will know what its like to feel safe. How can I ever be enough when the model of love shown to me growing up was Her always ending things and leaving Him, sending him away. Disapproving. Never satisfied. He wasn't what she was looking for. He was the problem. Off to find another man, she says, with her arms wrapped so confidently around her new attraction, which I can already tell is fleeting. I wonder if any of the relationships would have stood the test of time had she just been a little more patient, I scream at the void with the emotion of anger behind it. I will make sure to be the best man that I can, and understand women so deeply and profoundly, that as a result, my value in her eyes will be so, that she will see how much I care, and won't have any reason to walk away from me. I have to, because it is what I must be doing to keep her by my side, but, she is so precious to me, and her love is the better of any reward that I could ever recieve in this world. Just to see her smile, and her happy knowing she is loved, seen, and cared for The responsibility is that I must, and the gift is that I get to. I get to keep loving her every day, and showing her how much she means to me, and how grateful I am that she is mine I wish for my woman to be in my physical presence with me, so that I can touch her heart, and her body, and hopefully take up a little bit of space in her mind too, because honestly, she's mostly all I think about and we haven't even met yet. She's out there somewhere living her life, just like I am. The thought of her in my awareness, seeing her, and feeling what it feels like to be with her is what gets me through the day. I think about her smile when something I've said or done has lit her up inside, and at the same moment, when I catch a glimpse in the mirror, I see myself smiling too because of it, and I know then that I have fulfilled something deep within me that required my attention and affection. I know if I'm not loving myself, I can't love her. It makes me feel good though, to know that she's loved and cared for. I feel content, and when she cherishes the love that I am giving her, I feel appreciated. I feel like I won the lottery, and I can't believe my luck that this woman is in my life. I learnt that the love I give or have ever shared before was never in vain, even if it wasn't ever recieved or reciprocated in any way. I know now that the love I recieve, is equal to the love I give, because when I give it to somebody else, I feel it myself. It was always my love to give wherever I wanted it to flow, and nobody can tell me otherwise, or tell me that I'm wrong. You don't have to recieve it, and I will respectfully walk away and find somewhere I will be appreciated. I care about myelf now, and I honour my worth. Before, I just never knew my value, so I gave it away for free, got nothing in return, expected nothing in return, and was treated like dirt because of it. Imagine that. You give someone your love, only for them to cough it back up and spit it back in your face again and tell you that there is something wrong with you. Maybe I'm not the problem. I know who I am, I know my character, and I know my intentions. I have a good heart, and I am a beautiful person. So if the way you see me isn't in alignment with who I am, then it's not mine. I've spent enough time now to know my own heart, and if you don't have faith in me, thats okay, because I believe in myself. I don't like to live in the light of others mirrors that they hold up to me, selling me myself, when I'm the one who's known me the longest. For a moment, you have my attention. I appreciate the gift of being seen in your eyes. When I'm aware of the soft presence residing inside, that's where I go. Tender and loving. The only part of me that feels threatened is my ego, as the story fades away. Pages burn up in flames. I am reborn again, and have been blessed with the gift of telling my story once more. I'm really grateful for my openness, and my honesty, because whatever a person has shared previously can make it so much easier to understand them when being seen is needed the most. This allows the true beingness of them to still shine through, no matter what you're experiencing with them in this moment. Its the authenticity that reminds you of why you love the person in the first place, and why you're commited to making the choice for love, and not close your heart anymore. Opening your heart, and leaving space for the unknown, even when you're working through things together in a difficult time, or when what appears to manifest in the outerworld around you doesn't seem to reflect back the love that's always there inside. I have faith that things are all working themselves out, in good time. This is my song. A man is walking through the street of an abandoned town in the late afternoon, as the sun is setting purple and pink through the buildings on the horizon. He notices a poster in a shop window as he's walking by. An attractive woman is posing on it, and her feminine beauty pulls his attention in and makes him stop and stare. She is wearing fluffy fur boots that come up to her knees, and a cloth draped over her shoulder, wrapping around her waist and covering the most important parts of her while revealing all the rest, as she gazes into his eyes. By now, the sun has already almost set, the wind has picked up, and a sudden sound in the distance wakes him up from his trance and he realises he's been dreaming. She's not really there. He hears the rustling again, but this time he notices a man he didn't see before, who is sitting on a bench. He walks over to speak to the man on the bench. "Hey, what are you doing here", he questions. "Well, I'm here now, because I spent years of my life thinking about carrots, and the universe answered my prayer. I became a carrot farmer. I now own the most successful carrot farm in the state." "Why did you choose to focus on that" the man asks. He answers, "Because I wanted to see if it was true what they say, that what you think about the most is what you're attracting to you. What about you, what have you been focusing on." The man turns his head to look over his shoulder, and sees that there is a person trying to pull down the poster from the inside of the store. "Hey, wait a minute" he calls out nervously, now running towards the window. The last glimmer of sunlight shines through the towers, and he notices the strands of hair flowing down the persons face, and their eyes meet for the first time. They both smile at one another, putting his hand on the glass. An avocado tree takes a full decade of being under the soil, germinating from it's seed, being a sapling, and with the right amount of nurturing and care given to it, it will eventually grow tall and strong enough to bear fruit. Don't pull the seed out too quickly because you havent seen any signs of it showing up yet. Slow down, and have faith. See it in your mind, feel what it feels like with it already being in the state you want it to be, and live in that, for one day soon your dreams will come true, and you will have standing before you a beautiful avocado tree. ☀️🌱🤍🕊
Rather than using words to respond to this, I'd rather just sit, with it, your story, your dreams, your world. It's an honour to witness. Thank you for sharing *sits in silence and smiles*
You've plugged into the fragmented narrative in just as fragmented of ways for me. initially, you popped up as the ideal form/being I've been paying my energy into becoming. For a second you represented the highest form of an ex boyfriend I had(the lowest form represented by a boy at the job I was just at.) for a bit, we seemed to be consorts in a grand research experiment. I'd be doing energetic experiments and reality testing, and you'd pop up with a video summarization, presenting the findings. There was a turbulent point where you were the representation of a far future version of myself that was menacing the others to engineer this experience I'm having. I'm not going to breakdown my relationship with the body hopper or how you fit into that because that was when things got Most chaotic and messy(Chile is involved). Most recently during the water filters thing, you were representing my most recent ex gf who was emotionally abusive but I'm not trying to put that onto you, either. Recently, I've put some distance between us to tear down some of these narratives.
While I was doing a ritual within the storm I created with the body hopper and the higher energy to develop alternative neural body maps, some other things bled in. I was using a sigil of two upside down T's turned into triangles in conjunction with vesica pisces to alter my perception of my physical anatomy. I got the message "where I come from we use pine cones for money" got a download to embogle the clue "Pi ne co nes" scrambles into "pico nines" which I felt was a clue that the body hopper was one of the POC I had been with. But I did pic up a can of pico de Gallo and broke it down into an option "green chilly's"(I had a cold spirit with me) or Haben(having) Nero's. I chose Nero's which had a... larger effect on my internal forms. (Might have chose Green over Nero but I had a face to associate with Nero) After this, a message of someone manipulating his girlfriend so he could get an erection(which, I didn't know which one I was.) I felt bad about it for a while but the universe made a point to have me see you were dating a guy from Chile soon after but decided not to investigate that connection any further. I still don't know if I was the one manipulating or manipulated. I was just following the clues for the ritual in my mind.
Idk whichever energy is associated with green has a big grudge on "evil" purple and blue thinks green has bad intentions, meanwhile the cold spirit was almost universally disliked for different reasons.
@@LiminalLightI don’t know what to make of this .. first thought was you are a spiritual scientist , then I thought is this Ai .. then maybe it’s a time sink .. then finally I thought , you might need to rewrite and distill your thoughts into a simpler form .. you have a magnificent mind , there is no doubt , but a scientist with great & powerful thoughts needs to communicate those thoughts for others . ❤️🙏🕊️
@@ionageman Its my quantum fun adventure 😂 I wanted to do that as well until the sharks started circling. I've had those same notions but there's always the threat of drawing adversaries into the mix or giving people information that works for me but might not for others. Or being institutionalized. Mostly, I'm trying to wait until I have something quantifiable to play show and tell with. At the moment, all I can do is share experiences and wait to see if the others recognize some parallel or symbolic event that weaves into my own.
You're expression is absolutley marvellous. I like sometimes it makes perfe r sense and other times it's totslly beyond me, and I like it, it excites me. Interesting what you said about green and purple, apparently as far as scientist can work out, green is simply the absence of purple in our processing... hmm maybe you're onto something there. Really appreciate the sharing ✨️👏
Obsession? Well the unknown isn't threatening me.. Curiosity isn't calling me just now. Of course there are various women I find endlessly intriguing. All 2nd and 4th chakra issues can be ominous or beguiling when they come up.... Love and sex are still as mysterious as ever to to me for some unfathomable reason or other.. often leaving me depleted, depressed or dazed and confused.. I have turned most of that over to my mythical higher self or me in the future who has everything under control and figured out. Politics ehh.... Can be a little bit excruciating.. My own will power and intent. I'm doing one meal a day right now in order to simplify my diet and fan my digestive fire. So ok, I am a little obsessed with that. I mean with my next meal. Other than that, I'm quite simply oblivious.
New username, formerly PSYCHIC-PSYCHO (the teddy bear lover). Jessie I have no criticisms of you because I hardly know you, while I haven’t agreed with everything you’ve said, I haven’t disagreed with anything you’ve said either, often I’m just neutral to what you say. That mirror metaphor you use to describe yourself is one that I use to describe myself too. Because you hardly know me, if you got to know my flaws you would be utterly shocked and terrified to say the least; however people like you have nothing to fear from me, as I trust that you are a morally decent person, even if you have flaws. One of my traits I pride myself on is my honesty, I am definitely not deceptive or two-faced; I never hide my flaws from anyone, I’m always upfront, unlike my mother. I believe you could be more upfront in your videos about your negative emotions, if you’re angry let it show, I won’t hold it against you. I don’t expect you to reply to this.
Hey teddybear Thank you, it's a mature position to take when watching any videos online, and I really appreciate you and others who show up in this way. Thank you for saying you could see more of sides to me I've trained myself to hide, it means a lot ...TBC... 💕💫✨️
Mirrors apparently define us and there are all kinds of mirrors. Just as there are all kinds of surfaces many of which inform us of our own qualities and limitations way better than a piece of shiny backed glass and a light source would. Some reflect or deflect my emotions. Some have even knocked me down. It's like the whole objective world of experience is mirroring me and my fixed in place but somehow slightly alterable, (if I only knew how), wave-form. I rather dislike mirrors sometimes... They only show me what I want to change. The more I change those things, the more boring it becomes and I no longer find myself that interesting or that entertaining so I just walk away.. Not happy.. Not unhappy.. No further drama.. I just leave.
Hahaaa you see they haven't grown yet!! I got into an Internet rabbithole of searching people who have grown horns, and the images will never leave my head. I'm sure they will come when im aged and wisend 🤘
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I'm comfortable with silence.
Living in the moment is an opportunity to be art . Silence shows us our true self . I obsess on the beauty of energy flow . I see in you a person creating yourself moment to moment , fearless , patient , kind , compassionate , a light walker gently walking through life & a person becoming a healer . I can’t see myself as a mirror , because 90% of my life I lived on the outside , a traumatised person , never good enough , always moving away from people , it’s only since the death of my g’boy that I’ve really been able to coalesce myself into who I am today from a deep sense of shame .
Much love my dear friend in spirit ❤️🙏🕊️
Do you still feel shame? I think what you described is a lot of peoples experience...
Thank you so mich, as always, for your kindness and support ☺️
Helloo. I just stumbled on your account, it was like you said, I was drawn to the video (this is the second one I’ve watched). I’ve recently realised that I’ve been making myself palatable for others and feeling insecure instead of just accepting myself. Just being myself, stop being so judgemental of myself, and using less of my brain as you put it. I liked the way you explained it here, and I’m glad I found your videos. I’ve never done any inner child (or inner teenager) work, I’m sure there’s plenty to unpack. I love your energy and will be sticking around to hear you ramble! Hope you’re well
Thanks for the kindness and support! Very happy the videos give you some food for thought! 🙌💕🌸
You pinned the inner teenager if I heard it correctly and you know by now :)
I feel a lot of appreciation when I see you, so raw, real, love it.
Don't know how I ended up on one of your videos but I'm really glad I did :)
Obsession at the moment about recent and future living situations and possibilities.
Have a lovely evening! Keep doing this please :) Big hug!
Thank you ! 🙌🌸😊
I prefer to be the mirror for people of what they could be.....because i believe in limitless potential.
👏💕 beautiful
I'm obsessed with the belief that I'm not a likable person and I have a scroll in my mind listing all the reasons why people don't find me likable: not funny, not interesting, boring, rubbish at conversations, looks weird, has a weird voice, looks suspicious, has a resting b*tch face, untrustworthy, etc. The scroll of reasons is so long that it rolls down on to the ground and flows away down over the rolling hills and far away. I partly blame my mood swings and general melancholic nature for this. Some days I'm just beating myself up royally in my mind for no good reason which ultimately creates an esteem so low that I, of course, continue to attract social interactions that confirm this belief system, which grants permission for me to squirrel away back into my reclusive shell and continue this shadow deeper and darker into my subconscious. When I was a child/teenager, I had so many friends from all different walks of life. My heart was so full of love, I loved being around people and making them laugh and boosting their confidence by always filling them with compliments and encouragement. I had no fear. No shame, or cringe for myself. I was very free in my expression. Now I have a HUGE blockage that I just can't seem to break free from. I don't know how to be ME once I step out the door. I feel like a fraud, because deep down I'm this goofy, loving, happy soul but I can't access that part of me anymore.
I love the saying "Don't kill the part of you that is cringe, kill the part that cringes".
Thank you for sharing, and lemme just say, I really know how this feels 🤭 I hope you manage to unblock whatever it is that is preventing you from sharing your fun loving goofy self with a huge heart, boy does the world need it 💙
She continued to talk, as I listened intently.
I felt like I had been living in a dream my whole life, from the way she spoke. The deeper her voice went, the more she made me question my whole reality. It shook me how far out of left field this had come. The surprise of it was like she had jumped out from behind the cupboard and had begun shaking me violently, waking me up. It alarmed me, but, that is also what I appreciate the most about this video.
My response right now.
I don't want to live more than I need to in somebody else's reflection of me, unless it aligns with what feels right with who I am, with what I want to attract more of in my life, or what excites me about who I could become. I'm just passing by.
🚪
Somebody once didnt turn up, and went missing.
Now, as an adult, a similar object of mind occurs, and a pattern repeats itself, as a reflection of what it was like for him back then.
Now I see it as a picture playing in my mind, but for me then, it was real.
If only I can bring together the two halves of the whole, and then I'll be alright.
God I wish for them to be together again because then I'll be safe, but one of them keeps getting rejected and gets replaced.
One after the other.
Time after time, and the same result repeats itself.
How good can I be if this is what the teacher reflects in front of me. Just another let down. A failure. It was all a big nothing, they tell me.
How will I ever be enough if that is the message I keep hearing? That one won't keep the other around, because they're out looking for someone else, and can't be satisfied with what they already have in front of them?
Maybe secretly I'm obsessed with getting my parents back together again, so that I will know what its like to feel safe.
How can I ever be enough when the model of love shown to me growing up was Her always ending things and leaving Him, sending him away. Disapproving. Never satisfied. He wasn't what she was looking for. He was the problem. Off to find another man, she says, with her arms wrapped so confidently around her new attraction, which I can already tell is fleeting.
I wonder if any of the relationships would have stood the test of time had she just been a little more patient, I scream at the void with the emotion of anger behind it.
I will make sure to be the best man that I can, and understand women so deeply and profoundly, that as a result, my value in her eyes will be so, that she will see how much I care, and won't have any reason to walk away from me.
I have to, because it is what I must be doing to keep her by my side, but, she is so precious to me, and her love is the better of any reward that I could ever recieve in this world.
Just to see her smile, and her happy knowing she is loved, seen, and cared for
The responsibility is that I must, and the gift is that I get to.
I get to keep loving her every day, and showing her how much she means to me, and how grateful I am that she is mine
I wish for my woman to be in my physical presence with me, so that I can touch her heart, and her body, and hopefully take up a little bit of space in her mind too, because honestly, she's mostly all I think about and we haven't even met yet. She's out there somewhere living her life, just like I am.
The thought of her in my awareness, seeing her, and feeling what it feels like to be with her is what gets me through the day.
I think about her smile when something I've said or done has lit her up inside, and at the same moment, when I catch a glimpse in the mirror, I see myself smiling too because of it, and I know then that I have fulfilled something deep within me that required my attention and affection.
I know if I'm not loving myself, I can't love her. It makes me feel good though, to know that she's loved and cared for. I feel content, and when she cherishes the love that I am giving her, I feel appreciated. I feel like I won the lottery, and I can't believe my luck that this woman is in my life.
I learnt that the love I give or have ever shared before was never in vain, even if it wasn't ever recieved or reciprocated in any way. I know now that the love I recieve, is equal to the love I give, because when I give it to somebody else, I feel it myself. It was always my love to give wherever I wanted it to flow, and nobody can tell me otherwise, or tell me that I'm wrong. You don't have to recieve it, and I will respectfully walk away and find somewhere I will be appreciated. I care about myelf now, and I honour my worth.
Before, I just never knew my value, so I gave it away for free, got nothing in return, expected nothing in return, and was treated like dirt because of it.
Imagine that.
You give someone your love, only for them to cough it back up and spit it back in your face again and tell you that there is something wrong with you. Maybe I'm not the problem.
I know who I am, I know my character, and I know my intentions. I have a good heart, and I am a beautiful person.
So if the way you see me isn't in alignment with who I am, then it's not mine.
I've spent enough time now to know my own heart, and if you don't have faith in me, thats okay, because I believe in myself.
I don't like to live in the light of others mirrors that they hold up to me, selling me myself, when I'm the one who's known me the longest. For a moment, you have my attention. I appreciate the gift of being seen in your eyes. When I'm aware of the soft presence residing inside, that's where I go. Tender and loving. The only part of me that feels threatened is my ego, as the story fades away. Pages burn up in flames.
I am reborn again, and have been blessed with the gift of telling my story once more.
I'm really grateful for my openness, and my honesty, because whatever a person has shared previously can make it so much easier to understand them when being seen is needed the most. This allows the true beingness of them to still shine through, no matter what you're experiencing with them in this moment. Its the authenticity that reminds you of why you love the person in the first place, and why you're commited to making the choice for love, and not close your heart anymore. Opening your heart, and leaving space for the unknown, even when you're working through things together in a difficult time, or when what appears to manifest in the outerworld around you doesn't seem to reflect back the love that's always there inside.
I have faith that things are all working themselves out, in good time.
This is my song.
A man is walking through the street of an abandoned town in the late afternoon, as the sun is setting purple and pink through the buildings on the horizon.
He notices a poster in a shop window as he's walking by. An attractive woman is posing on it, and her feminine beauty pulls his attention in and makes him stop and stare. She is wearing fluffy fur boots that come up to her knees, and a cloth draped over her shoulder, wrapping around her waist and covering the most important parts of her while revealing all the rest, as she gazes into his eyes.
By now, the sun has already almost set, the wind has picked up, and a sudden sound in the distance wakes him up from his trance and he realises he's been dreaming.
She's not really there.
He hears the rustling again, but this time he notices a man he didn't see before, who is sitting on a bench. He walks over to speak to the man on the bench.
"Hey, what are you doing here", he questions.
"Well, I'm here now, because I spent years of my life thinking about carrots, and the universe answered my prayer. I became a carrot farmer. I now own the most successful carrot farm in the state."
"Why did you choose to focus on that" the man asks.
He answers, "Because I wanted to see if it was true what they say, that what you think about the most is what you're attracting to you. What about you, what have you been focusing on."
The man turns his head to look over his shoulder, and sees that there is a person trying to pull down the poster from the inside of the store.
"Hey, wait a minute" he calls out nervously, now running towards the window.
The last glimmer of sunlight shines through the towers, and he notices the strands of hair flowing down the persons face, and their eyes meet for the first time. They both smile at one another, putting his hand on the glass.
An avocado tree takes a full decade of being under the soil, germinating from it's seed, being a sapling, and with the right amount of nurturing and care given to it, it will eventually grow tall and strong enough to bear fruit.
Don't pull the seed out too quickly because you havent seen any signs of it showing up yet.
Slow down, and have faith.
See it in your mind, feel what it feels like with it already being in the state you want it to be, and live in that, for one day soon your dreams will come true, and you will have standing before you a beautiful avocado tree.
☀️🌱🤍🕊
Rather than using words to respond to this, I'd rather just sit, with it, your story, your dreams, your world. It's an honour to witness. Thank you for sharing
*sits in silence and smiles*
10:25 it was the conversation about healing your inner teenager! would love to hear about that
I made a vid about jt :))
I think about being a part of a total.
I think about collaboration
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You've plugged into the fragmented narrative in just as fragmented of ways for me. initially, you popped up as the ideal form/being I've been paying my energy into becoming. For a second you represented the highest form of an ex boyfriend I had(the lowest form represented by a boy at the job I was just at.) for a bit, we seemed to be consorts in a grand research experiment. I'd be doing energetic experiments and reality testing, and you'd pop up with a video summarization, presenting the findings. There was a turbulent point where you were the representation of a far future version of myself that was menacing the others to engineer this experience I'm having. I'm not going to breakdown my relationship with the body hopper or how you fit into that because that was when things got Most chaotic and messy(Chile is involved). Most recently during the water filters thing, you were representing my most recent ex gf who was emotionally abusive but I'm not trying to put that onto you, either. Recently, I've put some distance between us to tear down some of these narratives.
While I was doing a ritual within the storm I created with the body hopper and the higher energy to develop alternative neural body maps, some other things bled in. I was using a sigil of two upside down T's turned into triangles in conjunction with vesica pisces to alter my perception of my physical anatomy. I got the message "where I come from we use pine cones for money" got a download to embogle the clue "Pi ne co nes" scrambles into "pico nines" which I felt was a clue that the body hopper was one of the POC I had been with. But I did pic up a can of pico de Gallo and broke it down into an option "green chilly's"(I had a cold spirit with me) or Haben(having) Nero's. I chose Nero's which had a... larger effect on my internal forms. (Might have chose Green over Nero but I had a face to associate with Nero)
After this, a message of someone manipulating his girlfriend so he could get an erection(which, I didn't know which one I was.) I felt bad about it for a while but the universe made a point to have me see you were dating a guy from Chile soon after but decided not to investigate that connection any further. I still don't know if I was the one manipulating or manipulated. I was just following the clues for the ritual in my mind.
Idk whichever energy is associated with green has a big grudge on "evil" purple and blue thinks green has bad intentions, meanwhile the cold spirit was almost universally disliked for different reasons.
@@LiminalLightI don’t know what to make of this .. first thought was you are a spiritual scientist , then I thought is this Ai .. then maybe it’s a time sink .. then finally I thought , you might need to rewrite and distill your thoughts into a simpler form ..
you have a magnificent mind , there is no doubt , but a scientist with great & powerful thoughts needs to communicate those thoughts for others . ❤️🙏🕊️
@@ionageman Its my quantum fun adventure 😂 I wanted to do that as well until the sharks started circling. I've had those same notions but there's always the threat of drawing adversaries into the mix or giving people information that works for me but might not for others. Or being institutionalized. Mostly, I'm trying to wait until I have something quantifiable to play show and tell with. At the moment, all I can do is share experiences and wait to see if the others recognize some parallel or symbolic event that weaves into my own.
You're expression is absolutley marvellous. I like sometimes it makes perfe r sense and other times it's totslly beyond me, and I like it, it excites me. Interesting what you said about green and purple, apparently as far as scientist can work out, green is simply the absence of purple in our processing... hmm maybe you're onto something there. Really appreciate the sharing ✨️👏
Obsession? Well the unknown isn't threatening me.. Curiosity isn't calling me just now. Of course there are various women I find endlessly intriguing. All 2nd and 4th chakra issues can be ominous or beguiling when they come up.... Love and sex are still as mysterious as ever to to me for some unfathomable reason or other.. often leaving me depleted, depressed or dazed and confused.. I have turned most of that over to my mythical higher self or me in the future who has everything under control and figured out. Politics ehh.... Can be a little bit excruciating.. My own will power and intent. I'm doing one meal a day right now in order to simplify my diet and fan my digestive fire. So ok, I am a little obsessed with that. I mean with my next meal. Other than that, I'm quite simply oblivious.
Fan that fire 🔥 🙌
I didn't know you speak Portuguese!
Falo :)
New username, formerly PSYCHIC-PSYCHO (the teddy bear lover). Jessie I have no criticisms of you because I hardly know you, while I haven’t agreed with everything you’ve said, I haven’t disagreed with anything you’ve said either, often I’m just neutral to what you say. That mirror metaphor you use to describe yourself is one that I use to describe myself too. Because you hardly know me, if you got to know my flaws you would be utterly shocked and terrified to say the least; however people like you have nothing to fear from me, as I trust that you are a morally decent person, even if you have flaws. One of my traits I pride myself on is my honesty, I am definitely not deceptive or two-faced; I never hide my flaws from anyone, I’m always upfront, unlike my mother. I believe you could be more upfront in your videos about your negative emotions, if you’re angry let it show, I won’t hold it against you. I don’t expect you to reply to this.
Hey teddybear
Thank you, it's a mature position to take when watching any videos online, and I really appreciate you and others who show up in this way. Thank you for saying you could see more of sides to me I've trained myself to hide, it means a lot ...TBC... 💕💫✨️
Mirrors apparently define us and there are all kinds of mirrors. Just as there are all kinds of surfaces many of which inform us of our own qualities and limitations way better than a piece of shiny backed glass and a light source would. Some reflect or deflect my emotions. Some have even knocked me down. It's like the whole objective world of experience is mirroring me and my fixed in place but somehow slightly alterable, (if I only knew how), wave-form.
I rather dislike mirrors sometimes... They only show me what I want to change. The more I change those things, the more boring it becomes and I no longer find myself that interesting or that entertaining so I just walk away.. Not happy.. Not unhappy.. No further drama.. I just leave.
I appreciate how you think, even if it can be a little doom and gloom sometimes 🤭
Greetings ❤ I see you I am very awaken I see and know alot and you missing something your horns u should get some and wear them
Hahaaa you see they haven't grown yet!! I got into an Internet rabbithole of searching people who have grown horns, and the images will never leave my head. I'm sure they will come when im aged and wisend 🤘
Yeah hahaha
Are you giving me middle finger throughout this video??
GOOD CATCH MAN she DOES start flippin us all off at the 5 minute mark hahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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