MORNING HAS BROKEN - Cat Stevens
https://youtu.be/3Rifby1tVE8
I hope it’s going to be OK to remain this close to Mirror Matrix paradigm without any ID agenda, except a Cosmic ONENESS Intention of acceptance, yet all the Angels a-fluttering round from God knows where inside, seem to exalt a feeling of Authentic Faith in me, that never made room for this much tranquil humility.
If I were helplessly lost on the Ocean in a leaky rowboat, even that metaphor can’t express how much arrogance that would now mean to me, because I am as helpless as a kitten up a tree, and even that gentle ID seems as narcissistic as rocking, and rolling in an arrogant tiny row boat lost as sea.
I hope I haven’t given Pine Cones a bad rap, for all the focus I needed to burn out my free-at -long-last, but I needed shoes for this soul wide enough to carry the Mother-role through generations of arcing-anvil, and sparking agendas of fear, and protection/projection of all those generations of tender gender warped codependent physical-role mind-control.
What will become of me if I lose my Mother-hatred ID, and who will trust me if I don’t match up with any more need for physical-role separation Karmic Mirror Matrix paradigm, where ‘when’ robs Cosmic Oversoul of innocent souls, cannibals make human beings look, so bad, and those with Duality perceptions cling, so pitifully to concrete reality?
Awake is asleep and Awareness seems constant, yet everything that seemed to hold it all together, Angel~welcomed me Home, where when’s need is replaced with surprise Pleasance, and where’s need is replaced with an adorable kind discombobulating Peace of Love elation deeper within, so there is no difference between flying free, or swimming free with the Stars Ungrounded Unfounded Unbounded.
Thank you for~every~where Grace for helping me focus on censuring centuries of Mother-role pain, and for experiencing forgiveness miracles working through, and for me, until Holy Spirit does for me what any agenda-burdened human can, never seem to let go enough, to do ‘the fox in the hen pen’ Olay-dance adieu.
I needed to focus on the Mother-pain, so long and, even through Karmic lifetimes switching back, and Ping Pong forth, until someone along the line turned within enough, to stop holding onto Dualistic agendas regarding, that ‘constant contemptuous suffering’ as happiness, like the tender engendered who lick the honey from the razor’s edge.
I like this game as a Cosmic ID without any more gravity-need for Earthy Karmic-agendas and, even though this much helplessness has no more rage in me, it reminds me the first time I put my needs first, that scared me as if it felt coldhearted to let go of childhood abuse-caused sick-loyalty to Godless Mother-addiction codependency.
Oh well; I can’t honestly say this freedom, just happened, now can we, because anyone who could stand all the heat in Pine Cone Ascension Kitchen, already knows how many previous switchback life-plans, whatever Angels can do, just wasn’t ready to fly away lifetimes happen yet, until now.
I must be one of the most controlling fear-sufferers singing Universal Ascension
Yet I have no more separation-suffering than anyone in Mirror Matrix Paradigm
https://youtu.be/3Rifby1tVE8
I hope it’s going to be OK to remain this close to Mirror Matrix paradigm without any ID agenda, except a Cosmic ONENESS Intention of acceptance, yet all the Angels a-fluttering round from God knows where inside, seem to exalt a feeling of Authentic Faith in me, that never made room for this much tranquil humility.
If I were helplessly lost on the Ocean in a leaky rowboat, even that metaphor can’t express how much arrogance that would now mean to me, because I am as helpless as a kitten up a tree, and even that gentle ID seems as narcissistic as rocking, and rolling in an arrogant tiny row boat lost as sea.
I hope I haven’t given Pine Cones a bad rap, for all the focus I needed to burn out my free-at -long-last, but I needed shoes for this soul wide enough to carry the Mother-role through generations of arcing-anvil, and sparking agendas of fear, and protection/projection of all those generations of tender gender warped codependent physical-role mind-control.
What will become of me if I lose my Mother-hatred ID, and who will trust me if I don’t match up with any more need for physical-role separation Karmic Mirror Matrix paradigm, where ‘when’ robs Cosmic Oversoul of innocent souls, cannibals make human beings look, so bad, and those with Duality perceptions cling, so pitifully to concrete reality?
Awake is asleep and Awareness seems constant, yet everything that seemed to hold it all together, Angel~welcomed me Home, where when’s need is replaced with surprise Pleasance, and where’s need is replaced with an adorable kind discombobulating Peace of Love elation deeper within, so there is no difference between flying free, or swimming free with the Stars Ungrounded Unfounded Unbounded.
Thank you for~every~where Grace for helping me focus on censuring centuries of Mother-role pain, and for experiencing forgiveness miracles working through, and for me, until Holy Spirit does for me what any agenda-burdened human can, never seem to let go enough, to do ‘the fox in the hen pen’ Olay-dance adieu.
I needed to focus on the Mother-pain, so long and, even through Karmic lifetimes switching back, and Ping Pong forth, until someone along the line turned within enough, to stop holding onto Dualistic agendas regarding, that ‘constant contemptuous suffering’ as happiness, like the tender engendered who lick the honey from the razor’s edge.
I like this game as a Cosmic ID without any more gravity-need for Earthy Karmic-agendas and, even though this much helplessness has no more rage in me, it reminds me the first time I put my needs first, that scared me as if it felt coldhearted to let go of childhood abuse-caused sick-loyalty to Godless Mother-addiction codependency.
Oh well; I can’t honestly say this freedom, just happened, now can we, because anyone who could stand all the heat in Pine Cone Ascension Kitchen, already knows how many previous switchback life-plans, whatever Angels can do, just wasn’t ready to fly away lifetimes happen yet, until now.
I must be one of the most controlling fear-sufferers singing Universal Ascension
Yet I have no more separation-suffering than anyone in Mirror Matrix Paradigm
About the Author
Introduction:
I “Love” to Admit it 11/22/16
I “Love" to admit it, but I have been captivated by the constant Blackmail battering of this Child-sacrificing malevolent World, so that I ‘want’ to surrender to Holy Spirit, by turning within, as a new humble priority. Sex-slavery robbed me of my soul, as a child, yet once I realized everything difficult, that happens enhances my devotion to turn even, more within ONENESS Spirit Conscience forgiveness nurturing, instead.
I fought like Hell to work, very hard for Money to, barely survive, but after a few years of meditation, and forgiveness prayers to Holy Spirit, to do the difficult forgiveness of others, as myself, more money came to me from Spirit, right through other benevolent Sources, than I ever, even knew about, before surrender. I “Love” to admit that Money doesn’t come from hard work, or social-norm Blackmail, but comes from Source, just like everything else, we need to ‘thrive’, instead of, ‘barely survive’ in addiction to this Child-sacrificing malevolent World.
After losing connection to my, own Conscience, I have become a kinder feeling empath, and a constant seeming mistaken threat to others suffering, just like me, before I sat down, closed my eyes, and meditated my suffering ass off. Like kindness comes from within Spirit devotion, so too, does being able to feel again, without letting those ephemeral duties control my reactive behaviors any more. Money, kindness, and feelings come from turning within, to ask for help to forgive all my captors that, still suffer much tortuous regret for forcing me, to do things out of fear, that no Child would, ordinarily want to do.
After annihilation traumas of the lower fourth dimensional ‘murky unkind’, everything outside triggered my reaction to live in the past swamp, ‘as if’, so, as I became more addicted to the outside Illusion of, more fear piled up onto, more traumas, I “Love” to admit that, with a gift of desperation, I became a, very willing candidate to surrender to something else, besides this unholy smelling foul-World of sulfur-predator crap. Now I see, all suffering evidence, as a gift from ONENESS to have compassion, and Mercy for, all who, still haven’t turned within to receive Money out of nowhere, and become a kinder feeling person, instead.
I am more sensitive to Blackmail than I have, ever realized, and even that’s a gift now, because I used to blame myself, ‘as if’, all evil was my fault, but NOTHING can, ever be further from the Truth. I was a beautiful innocent Child, and I, still am, inside, no matter what I used to think, and no matter what constant Blackmail, still wants to make me feel that lost-soul way. Blackmail is a constant battering here in Karmic Hologram miming-mirror Earth Paradigm, and who knew; before I turned within, where enlightening compassion makes me feel like a ‘kind kid’ with pocket treasures full of Sparkling Golden innocent-kaleidoscope perceptions again?
When I surrendered to Holy Spirit, Money was the furthest thing from my new mind of Delight, and I, certainly was convinced, that I would, never become a kinder feeling empath, ever again. Getting old had become a ‘given’, but turning within has made, even gettin-gold a ‘variable’ out of my getting younger now, every time Holy Spirit welcomes me inside, where eternal youth commands, all kinder feeling empathic Mountain Top kindergarteners.
Money, Holy Spirit, my soul, kinder feeling empath, forgiveness, my Conscience, compassion, Mercy, my Inner Child Spirit, eternal youth, the willingness to face outside Blackmail with a new motive to serve, with the, very “Love” that I have to admit, all these Wonderful gifts from within nurturing, that replaces any more outside need for what, best can be defined as needy-ransom soul-selling Blackmail=Burnout.
Inner-Child Spirit Safe-Home, within
author Pine Cone
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