My precious Tribe:
I’ve been missing you so badly & can imagine how uneasy the circumstances are for anyone of us. I’ve been aware of the issues of TIMELINES, repeated patterns in our life both in individual & collective scales. The last days, it even becomes the subject that I have no way to bypass any more, but face up to, even deal with.
There was a very impressive dream that I have had in late 2018, that I didn’t realize till the last week that the key persona who did something very malicious & harmful to me lately in this timeline would in fact be met in not only few other timelines. Along with so many films, fictions, manga, or animations adapted from the last, which all have much to do with the repeated patterns in the various parallel timelines, and all these relentless suffering plots feel like the very “traps” that the protagonists have been trying hard releasing themselves from in any timeline; this video popped up to me at last weekend in such an incredible synchronicity. Lucky me that I didn’t bypass it. May this message help all of us BREAKING THROUGH the unwanted patterns, charging us with the FORCE to create, reach, fulfill WHAT WE WANT !!!!!
Editor’s Note: On my gosh…I just got a new job and will have to tested. how do I avoid this? Simple…just buy your own swab and use these for swabbing, rather then the swabs that come with the testing kit. Or…demand a blood test, for which no swab is needed! Remember, regardless of how inoculation for COVID-19 is avoided, staying free from potential genetic modulation (intoduction of mRNA) is sure to have you BE in…
In January 2019, the WHO defined the growing number of vaccination critics as one of the top ten threats to global health, and since the unprecedented Corona vaccination fiasco, the number of vaccination refusers has truly multiplied.
Meanwhile, resistance is forming even within the orthodox medical establishment. But the masterminds of the WHO continue to insist on an unrealistic vaccination coverage rate of at least 70 percent.
In this article, Jan…
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If you are a part of the spiritual and/or ET disclosure communities, then you need to hear this NOW. There is a serious decision that we each must make right now if we value our souls, our evolution, and our place in the natural Universe.
Watch my video where I go in-depth on the Metaverse here: 👉 https://youtu.be/KBYBcESBt18
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Miss you all so much and am sorry for such a long silence. I finally left the dark abyss, literally being back and hope you all are safe & well. I cannot be grateful enough for these BRAVE Canadian Truckers and the ones who have offered any kind of supports. Now we see the DAWN………
I myself am still in the course of emotional recovery & just realized that we anyhow have to start to charge ourselves with the sharing from each other in the TRIBE of the ones with whom we are much more than just being resonated. Only that when we are gathered and can integrate our knowledge, love, power as a BIG ONE, we can manifest the lovely, ALTRUISTIC world sufficiently with the most powerful strength and energy, from the isolated, lonely, helpless state.
The following videos are quite long and loaded with ancient ESOTERIC knowledge, but interpret & present it in an excellently succinct & explicit way. They are so worth taking time to digest with patience, particularly for the GateKeepers. TIGER is a very key code in them. SHE hence broke through my sluggishness & silence, even evoked me to share them here.
So grateful for all the ones who have imparted the knowledge, the compassion, the HOPE, the blue prints, made these films, so as to the precious ones who would like to share, to respond here during the most difficult past period of time.
THIS FULL MOON & MULTIPLE 2 portals are so precious that I anyhow would like to bring my best greetings and blessings to all the beloved ones here & now.
I was with a friend in a market where the lighting was kind of dark, it was an area with a canvas roof, and stalls in it… we were talking about people changing names, but it was kind of like when a kid puts their hands over their eyes and says they’re hiding…
We picked up some vegetables at one of the farmer stalls. It was kind of tense because we weren’t sure if there were bad guys around the market.
What are “bad guys” and why do they matter?
Maybe they’re just something I made up as a part of my own introverted anxiety… a Paleolithic fear of being feasted on by Jaguars…
Hi Ark, I know you well regardless of the name you go by! I wanted to respond to your post but couldn’t think of the words, and time flew by (as it does these days) and the post was then locked down. This timeout was set awhile ago to prevent spam. We can adjust it to allow for new timelines as needed.
What you said is pretty much where I’m at – and maybe we all are. I see what preceded as a fact-finding process, and I am still kind of amazed that all that happened. It was a series of confirmations for me – things I thought I understood, but could easily be led astray from those understandings by one blog post or another. I can say that I have clarity that I didn’t before, and I can certainly see the holes in the world’s religions, and the cons and empty promises of this “dark” world that we chose to briefly inhabit. And will likely inhabit again, at some point.
It’s fine to not be excited or interested about these things, just as appreciating a mountain view might be pretty cool at the time, but after that, it’s a mountain.
The so what / what now factor is there because we peeled away a part of our idea of what the universe was, and got boring old dirt as an answer. This to me is pretty exciting in its own way because that is probably the right answer. The exciting answer can be the one that’s been fabricated to line someone’s pockets with “money”, or some weird darkened path as darkness for the sake of darkness. Or perhaps a distraction from something else going on. The exciting is now boring, and the boring is now exciting… or something like that…
There are some things that are now coming to pass that we were waiting for, for quite some time. Movements of the world’s mafias is not part of that, but I see the US Navy admission as one example – others might disagree. “Soon” has become “now” in many ways, though perhaps not always in the way we might have expected. We are used to the idea of being more than we thought, and okay with the idea that people assume they have more limitations that they really do. It’s the human experience we came for, anyways. As paying customers, we should be able to experience the movie the way we want to experience it. I don’t think it ruins the experience to know how that movie was made.
The other side of the question is – what does excite you these days? How’s it going? Do you think these last couple of years were the “apocalypse” needed to get things moving in a different direction? Or is it back to same old, same old, and that’s it?
I for one am embracing boring as a change of pace!
I feel it’s time to break the silence here. Who am I, you may wonder? I changed my name to what it’s been elsewhere. Both to avoid confusion and perhaps to discard an old persona. Online you can be anyone, you can put on a role like a suit. This suit really fits better, I feel.
Let’s see if this is a topic of interest. Perhaps it will become a series of posts.
I used to present myself as an openminded skeptic. How am I even here? Because I’m openminded. It sounds good.
Lately I’ve had to re-evaluate this stance. Maybe this is just something I said to fit in? I don’t feel openminded. Maybe I am really both narrowminded and a skeptic. I tend to not believe in anything I haven’t experienced. So how am I here?
I want to believe, like Mulder in the X-files. But not only that. I found that my mind does not care about if something is “genuine” or not. I can choose to believe. As an experiment. It’s not fake belief. I see people believe in something, it looks interesting, they seem to do and learn things I can’t, all because they believe. So I learned – I can’t tell how – but I can decide to believe in something, and then go from there. It’s a very useful skill. It’s not mere intellectual entertaining of ideas, it’s a real belief. Sometimes a belief is not beneficial at all. Then I can choose to discard it. Maybe what I’m writing here now will make someone upset. Does this mean belief is fake? Am I lowering the value of belief by saying this?
I don’t think so. Is love fake if you intentionally seek it? Should we stop trying to find love? What if we could all decide to love something or someone at will, wouldn’t that be better? What makes something genuine?
At one point, I decided that the quality of something is more important than its process of formation.
That’s how I am here. I wanted to believe that this is real, I followed the instructions for boarding a galactic lightship, and the following night I had a new dream experience. Seeing how something you did actually had an effect, is a common way to reinforce belief. By that time it would be genuine, no matter how it came about.
So many things have shown themselves since. But not once, when I look back, has it really made me believe in anything. I’ve read about the Galactic Federation. Nonsense, I thought. At one point I was suddenly contacted over telepathy. The message was very mentally intrusive, complete with visuals. A boring looking man in a white shirt and dark pants was standing before a whiteboard. He said “Look closely, I’m going to show you something.” He did, I memorized the message, which included diagrams I did not understand. I knew the message was meant to be posted on here, so I did so. Dreamwalker444 could fully understand its meaning. I still had no idea who the man contacting me was.
Now, years later I’ve had to simply conclude that yes, there is a Galactic Federation, that man was them. It must have changed my worldview, I feel like it should have, but I don’t feel amazed. I can’t say I find this realization very interesting. Some things fell in place, and I now know other people probably weren’t talking nonsense.
Is this a boring post?
Maybe someone finds this interesting. If so, there may be more parts to this story.
~ Until next time
Just sumthin to chill by… and a reminder that many hands make light work! ❤
Who is in charge of the clattering train?
The axles creak, and the couplings strain.
Ten minutes behind at the Junction. Yes!
And we’re twenty now to the bad—no less!
At every mile we a minute must gain!
Who is in charge of the clattering train?
Why, flesh and blood, as a matter of course!
You may talk of iron, and prate of force;
But, after all, and do what you can….
Man is in charge of the thundering train!
Man, in the shape of a modest chap
In fustian trousers and greasy cap;
A trifle stolid, and something gruff,
Yet, though unpolished, of sturdy stuff….
Only a Man, but away at his back,
In a dozen cars, on the steely track,
A hundred passengers place their trust
In this fellow of fustian, grease, and dust….
The hiss of steam-spurts athwart the dark.
Lull them to confident drowsiness. Hark!
What is that sound? ‘Tis the stertorous breath
Of a slumbering man—and it smacks of death!
Full sixteen hours of continuous toil
Midst the fume of sulphur, the reek of oil,
Have told their tale on the man’s tired brain,
And Death is in charge of the clattering train!
Those poppy-fingers his head incline
Lower, lower, in slumber’s trance;
The shadows fleet, and the gas-gleams dance
Faster, faster in mazy flight,
As the engine flashes across the night.
Mortal muscle and human nerve
Cheap to purchase, and stout to serve.
Strained too fiercely will faint and swerve.
Over-weighted, and underpaid,
This human tool of exploiting Trade,
Though tougher than leather, tenser than steel.
Fails at last, for his senses reel,
His nerves collapse, and, with sleep-sealed eyes,
Prone and helpless a log he lies!
A hundred hearts beat placidly on,
Unwitting they that their warder’s gone;
A hundred lips are babbling blithe,
Some seconds hence they in pain may writhe.
For the pace is hot, and the points are near,
And Sleep hath deadened the driver’s ear;
And signals flash through the night in vain.
Death is in charge of the clattering train!
–Punch, 4 October 1890
Sharing some catch-up and thoughts about how the election and pandemic get along with being non-neurotypical.
Need a break? Life got you down? How about a few words to help you feel better about confusion?
It’s okay when nothing makes sense. Because “All Reasoning Is Futile.”
My story’s a bit extreme, but ‘typical’ seems a thing of the past now, so I’ll go out on a limb and share it.
I’ve seen myself as an architect for most of my life. But in 2010, out of work and deeply stressed, I began to experience psychic phenomena. With no frame of reference or mentorship, it was scary, and I was unprepared.
When I began ‘channeling’ — if that’s even what it was — I grasped desperately for explanations. Why was I spending my time this way? How could I ensure that these creations — the words I committed to paper, the images that flowed from my head and heart — weren’t merely random products of messed-up brain…
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Send fear packing.
Fear and I have a dog-and-bone relationship.
Power outages. Achey chills. TV news. Unemployment. Downed trees. The Election. Plague-doctor nose cones. Lost mail-in tax returns. Panic attacks. Masks with too-tight elastic. A sinking bank balance. That large creature in the attic that will scrape through the walls any day now. A low car tire. Poison Ivy. Loud trucks. Sweaty-palmed phone calls. The cat’s swollen, bald ear. Ruined soup in the fridge. Bathroom scale readouts. An empty asthma inhaler. Search results for “How much is too much whisky?”
I’ve got a bottomless basket of worry-bones for Fear to toss, and I obediently chase them down rabbit holes. I bet I’m not the only human with a stash of stinky buried bones to supplement the common ones. It’s become a family tradition, and I get it. I used to believe in it.
Maybe it’s my Deep-South upbringing or my Autistic characteristics, but…
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Coming out of my 2020 cocoon to share what’s been going on with me. Wishing everyone peace and happiness!
July 2020 will ring in my memory for a while. Not because of COVID-19, protests, elections, or wildfires. On July 7, a video chat announced that I’d lost my job.
For the third time in four years, unemployed. My inner liberty bell rang — time to quit trying.
The job-loss showed me how deeply Autism* and my concussions** had eaten into my ability to ‘play architecture’ in a traditional setting. The anxiety and PTSD, accumulated across four decades of laboring in a field I not-so-secretly despised, overwhelmed me. Exhaustion had eaten my free time; depression stalled my creativity. And I needed to learn why my body experienced crippling pain.
With decisions to make and resilience shredded, I froze. Gaming, Mexican food, ice cream, and whisky kept me distracted until I admitted it: I didn’t care whether I lived or died.
Since my early twenties (that’s 30-plus years), I’ve dealt with…
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A WAY OUT
We try to confront one another
Face to face, as seen in a mirror
But inevitably we see things differently
On this plane our views will always conflict
The one view being the other’s complete opposite
Whatever is on my left is to your right
While if it is on my right it will be to your left
Impasse! Deadlock! Despair! You think?
Now here’s the thing … Try looking up
We both see the same heavens, the same light
Look down and we see we stand on the same ground
So let’s stand side by side, give ourselves a chance
Some of you may have heard of this case – seems like proof positive of the Galactic Lightship fleet to me! I hope the stills can be posted to a gallery at some point!
Deep night finds blossoming in dawn, where light
And shadow crystallise into a dream
Fit to enchant the dormant mind that might
Forever seek in vain to find a seam.
And is it with the day the mind begins,
Or is it that the mind begets the day
For light to rid the onion of its skins
And tinker with the clockwork in the clay?
Things change, things change beneath Eternity,
And when analysis shall have an end
What will remain? Beside a gallows-tree,
A victory banner floating on the wind.
I noticed this site has been inactive for a while, so how is everyone?
I know the pandemic is turning many people’s lives upside down and it’s important to take care of yourselves. The current political scene is also very draining, regardless of your beliefs, I’d think.
I was considering arranging a group astral travel or something of the sort, if any of you would like that.
The great solar flash idea that’s been cropping up a lot lately is interesting, though personally I don’t think it’ll be as climatic as many people hope and will be more of a smooth change, just like 2012 and 2000.
It’s definitely a powerful year with lots of chaotic energy for manifestation.
“We are the people who need to be light for one another.”
In times of deep darkness, we not only need light — we need to be light for one another. That’s a message we must take to heart as we find ourselves lost once again in the all-too-familiar darkness of America’s culture of violence. Who better to deliver that message than Mary Oliver, in a powerful poem that re-tells the story of the Buddha’s last words. Before he died, she tells us, “He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd” and said, “Make of yourself a light.”
We are the frightened crowd the Buddha looked into as he drew his last breath. We are the people who need to be light for one another.