1/8/22 1901 Meditation Thoughts

Listening to music that is supposed to induce theta waves and lucid sleeping, Rip cuddled up next her. Feeling mellow, a compelling need to read all the books, watch all the tik toks, the illusion becoming more apparent. Talks of crashing the economy on Tik Tok…wondering how far they will go, knowing life will probably never be the same. The Tower cards is scary—but change is unavoidable and outdated systems need to be transformed. We should not be living in America, eking out a living. We should be thriving, helping each other, our resources shared equally and everyone is recognize by the part they play.

Closing my mind, trying to find the silence. My ears are more sensitive, and I know I need to be calm. At ease. Let the tension from my shoulders go, focus on bbringing divine light down, filling me pu. Knowing I am okay, needig to lean into it. The idea oflife’s arrows for the knight painting. Thinking tomorrow II’ll see how the gabapenit does i- on i;s own. I fell like everywhere I go in the Universe I’m seeing more and more signs, synchronicities. I need to keep reading that book, The Awakening. Realizing what the chakras are about, drawn to the 3rd Chakra. We need to realize the way our parents raised us authoratively, (because that’s what their parents taught them) IS NOT OKAY. Gaslighting, projecting, anything that makes you feel like you’re shrinking in their presence as your power is stripped away one screaming scolding and a few spankin’s later. Obey or else. Ignore your soul and heart and only follow what others tell you to follow. Self-medicate to drown out your persistent inner thought and wishes and how stuck and hopeless you feel, living a life being someone you don’t know if you even like, working a job for a greedy business to count out quarters for gas because you’re living paycheck to paycheck.

Realizing I can be different. I can change my hair however I want. I can follow my heart and soul, do what resonates, I am free to be me. The ads, the commercials. So much materialistic bullshit. The high-end fancy brands that burn their unsold product to maintain their image. Puppeteers in the sky controlling main stream media and TV, pumping out shows to hynotize and enthrall the weak-minded to be a certain way, do a certain thing, dress a certain way. We become clones of each other, not realizing we’re the clones…sleep walking through life, doing boring tasks like we were trained, eyes glazed as our minds wandered while we monotonously go through the motions.

I wish I could be happy and light sometimes, but there’s this secret urge that time is ticking, listen to the message, that there will be time to play and laugh, but sharing love and helping others to realize the truth, helping them to see that there is hope, and they can live the dream they’ve always imagined.

Jenni ShattoComment