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10 in 2 years

SARS-CoV-2 Variant Classifications and Definitions (COVID-19)

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Wake up. NOTHING that has been done worked. Live or die, but I’m fucking over the stress and bullshit arguing, when no one has gotten it right. God could fucking fix this and isn’t, maybe he’s sick of our bullshit too. God supposedly could fix a lot of things and isn’t, he checked out ages ago. Get over it, all of it.

Of course if he was really that sick of us he find a way to smite everyone and just be done. Bible says he’s done it before, what’s s stopping him now.

An it harm none, do what ye will. God’s will be done. Finished. On Earth as it is in heaven.



Doctor Oz, before you get elected please run shows on how to educate our children for the safety of their own health. We should be teaching them better options than carried by their parents and generations past, and better options than the establishment is offering.

Oprah, open family yoga centers, where kids learn to do yoga as a kid should, but their parents get the same time for the same thing. Make it easy and fun for the whole family. Meditation too (maybe every yoga class does a meditation at the end). Make it like Wonderscope KC, but for yoga and truly healthy eating.

DIAL, Brookdale, or any other senior living facility. The boomers are the first to go, and our timeline has just sped up significantly. If you want to thrive you need to figure out how to take people of any age for care, but also preserve the health of your employees. If you don’t, it won’t be long until all your employees become residents.

If you came to this world for a reason and your intentions are good, then now is the time to put your foot down and act. Otherwise you’ll join the unaligned in bickering death.

Actions based in aligned intentions of the divine are life saving. Prayer, meditation, eating foods worthy of gods, drinking drinks worthy of gods, treating your body as the temple of god it was always intended to be, giving yourself the same praise you would God because you can and will be the channel of God to do great things in this world. Do it for you and because it is the hope for humanity.

May we all navigate the path with ease. May God’s will be complete and our hands, our bodies, our brains, our connection to the divine, be a daily reminder of such. May we all heal this world together. Above all may you know that you are loved and supported in all that you do.

Om Shanti

Appropriately Colorful Euphemisms- a good start.

Put up or shut up.

Pot calling the kettle black.

Shit or get off the pot.

A few bricks shy of a full load.

My morning started with dreams, a shower rant, and holding a dieing raptor.

The dream was essentially being told I wasn’t listening and I was doing it all wrong. Maybe it wasn’t a dream maybe it was me loosing to the brain trauma of that sentiment in my repetitive experience. I moved my hands and turned on my Reiki. It helped but did not fix, again.

In the shower I went off about how I have energetically carried everyone my whole life, not even knowing that I was doing it. Their words and actions having an even greater impact me because I felt them on levels our language can’t handle and I had no comprehension for… No one did. I was angry that God didn’t fix it, that nothing I have wanted or enjoyed ever lasted because I would get sucked right back into energetic lead boots. Even worse, was the acknowledgement that my children carry the ripple effects and I’m powerless to fix it.

On my way to work at the 2nd stop sign of my route, there was what I thought was a perigrine laying in the road. Once our vehicle stopped I realized he was still moving. I lept out and picked him up. He was bleeding from his nose, brain truama had definitely occurred. He looked at me and then closed his eyes. Nathan asked where, or if, we could take him for help. I said he wouldn’t make it, there was nothing I could do. I placed him gently in the grass beside the road and got back in the car crying out loud.

I am angry over a lot right now. Traumas I and my brother faced. Diseases we contracted that medical institutions did nothing to solve but pretended to have solutions for. Failures at every turn, often missed by people supposedly educated enough to have God complexes. Angry at myself for allowing the diseases and traumas in, for dragging my family like a whole train of lead carts, for failing to help myself sooner.

I’m angry at the perceived promises and my believing them too long. I’m angry that I didn’t listen to my inner being better and sooner. I’m angry that I’ve been unable to get others to see it and that the same system is doing it again and keeping everyone stressed in the process. That the system itself is dooming us to death sentences, that we are all now ticking time bombs, that no one even registers it’s already begun and the system is set-up to deter real healing because of impacts to profits.

I’m angry that my stumbling through textbooks and the internet has provided answers that help, but still don’t fix it enough to save my life. My best answers were divinely guided, but too slow, too late, to ineffective, and not complete solutions. My connection to God has only slowed everything. At the rate my family is going, and my ability (or lack thereof) to maintain near perfection indefinitely, I might get another couple decades if I’m lucky. If I fail, my life is more likely to end sooner. No miracles have happened, no solutions for any of us, means we are all squarely responsible for our own health however long that may be. So I’m angry that I’ve been unable to get anyone to understand that, and heed warnings which I simply feel in my body and awareness.

The list could go on and on.

But I must stop it.

Man who stands on toilet is high on pot.

I’m not high right now, but would like to be, it helps. I’m not as flexible as is ideal, but would like to be, it helps. I’m not as slender as I’d like to be, my body feels a bit better the slimmer I get, it’s easier to find balance than in my past, it has helped. I’m not as healthy as ideal, but would like to be, it helps. I’m not as smart as I’d like to be, it helps. My intuition isn’t as clear as I would like it be, it has helped more than anything. I like eating everything, but like feeling better more, so I’m doing the best to find the best balance I can.

I can’t fix it, so right now I’m not. I’m not fixing anything. I’m not being there for anyone. I’m not helping anyone see anything. I’m not making a difference or changing the world. I’m not keeping anyone else alive. I’m not dragging anyone with me. I’m not getting my point across. I’m not making anything right. I’m not arguing for anything anymore. I’m not filling others’ roles or expectations anymore. I’m not taking care of anyone else. I’m not repeating myself for anyone. I’m not getting anyone to listen. None of my efforts have worked anyway.

I’m ineffective, misunderstood, misconstrued. I’m intimidating and fear inducing. And none of that is me. No one wants me. No one wants all of me, most everyone only wants one small portion of me. If no one wants all of me, then I want me for me. I’m not mirroring anyone or anything else anymore.

I’m me. What is me? Who is me?

If I really truly drop every iota of that and more, then there’s nothing left but me. Is there any hope left? Is there any kindness left? Is there any healing left? Is it possible, can I just be me for me in wholeness and goodness? Just let go completely and still be alive? I don’t know the answer and I’m scared. Grieving for my family and letting go of everything. Letting go fully is hard when things are going well and energy ties are easy. Grief is hard when it’s only one obstacle. Layers compound everything.

Easy is just breathing. Right now just breathing. Quiet stillness and breathing. It’s a good middle ground that is easy to find. That’s where I will aim. Just quietly breathing and focused on where I sit. It is the closest I can reach for now, for being the fullness of ME, for little ‘ole me. Quietly breathing in this one spot.

May you find your best spot for quiet breathing and know that your best has to be good enough. May you know you will make it through trying times. May you know that being yourself is the best thing you could ever be, and that it doesn’t matter if anyone ever notices, cares, or listens, because God intended you to be just as you are. Above all, may you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti


Bird Correction: It was a red shouldered hawk, see link:

https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Red-shouldered_Hawk/photo-gallery

I’m going to go with between morning lighting and my emotions, the head seemed much more grey in the moment, and belly less red. Still a raptor I couldn’t save. That’s not how I wanted to hold a majestic bird, anyone for that matter. I hate being a harbinger of death, a real life Banshee; death doula makes it sound far too benign. Regardless of the name used, it is my most disturbing talent, which occurs far too frequently for comfort.

Manufactured Fear

So the short of it is the news is scaring us again when info has to be being fabricated, at least in part. It may be just an exaggeration, but not acurate info in our news should incite everyone’s awareness reactions.

I had a rough massage Sunday morning. I think I pissed my therapist off, but have yet to fully understand, already having offered up apologies. Leaving the massage I was having the major physical response to a full body trauma release: shaking, crying, the whole 9 yards. When the involuntary shaking and crying subsided, my body started hurting as if I had consumed corn or potatoes. Everything from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, was majorly inflamed and screaming in pain. I went home and took an epsom salt bath and hydrated including a large can of coconut water. I took all my herbal remedies for inflammation. Nothing touched it so I went to bed really early to at least eliminate the depression it was causing.

This morning I woke still in massive pain. I didn’t want to go to work but knew I needed to, still no alternate solutions available. So, I took my herbal anti-inflammatories and some Advil, nothing else. Another day of fasting.

Once I was at work, the one client called us and cancelled, and the admin work was acknowledged as being able to be managed by the one front desk person. I was released to go home. Another 4 hours of sleep and the worst of the pain was finally subsiding. Down to just a massive headache and a few painful hotspots throughout my body, the office manager and acupuncturist both suggested a c-v.d test. I said sure, and acknowledged that even though I had absolutely no other symptoms, they could be right.

I started attempting to solve that. Walgreens would not accept me in the drive thru saying I needed to schedule online. I went online from their parking lot and 30 frustrating minutes later gave up. I went to Hy-Vee online to attempt to get in at one of their locations. No Hy-Vees within a 100mile radius had testing available. I went to CVS online. No rapid tests available in a 50 mile radius, and no 2day tests available at any one of 25 locations nearest me for at least a week out.

I was heading to an urgent care center for an obviously not urgent matter, when the acupuncturist called me to have me come get her last at-home e-test. Unopened and new.

I got home, sat down, downloaded the app, watched the video, and started the test. Immediately after it connected via Bluetooth it gave me a recall notice but refused to produce the “order a replacement” page, despite many attempts to do so. I even thought of starting completely over from scratch and the exact same thing happened, recall notice with inability to obtain replacement. I didn’t screenshot every single attempt, that would have been a lot of pics. I only did a few after frustrations peaked.

I’m just saying. There are some awefully big numbers being cited by news organizations when the only actual testing is happening at hospitals and health department locations. We know they have tests because that is where Nathan has received all 5 of his. But hospitals reserve them for pre-proceedure or the horribly sick people that enter the ER. It’s not the tens of thousands of people (locally) or hundreds of thousands (nationally) they are talking about.

How are the numbers so large when tests are unavailable and previously purchased tests are suddenly recalled? Who’s actually accomplishing testing?

They’ve admitted the latest variation isn’t as severe, so, are that many people really wasting all day in urgent care centers for a simple test? If they were, there would be news stories about all of the urgent-cares being overwhelmed, and I’ve driven past enough of them this week to simply know that isn’t true. There are 3 on my route to work, and several others in proximity to my daughter’s work and our regular shopping areas. None of them have full parking lots. So I’m having difficulty with my awareness, painfully not matching, the numbers that supposedly just keep climbing and climbing daily.

Just sayin’. Something smells fishy here, and it’s not anything cooking in the oven.

I may or may not, have had a c.v.d experience the last two days. To me it seemed more like a physical response to my massage, which is not unheard of. It was more extreme than I warn my clients of, but then again I am hyper sensitive these days. Regardless, I will never know for certain, and the office staff will not have the comfort of a negative because it’s simply not available.

One last thing that is still getting my goat. If this is so damn scary, and the injectable is failing at controlling it, then why on Earth aren’t we testing a couple dozen options for treatment and full recovery? So far there’s the two existing meds that people are fighting over, and one new proposed drug in testing. That’s it?!?! In my universe I’d try 12 and go with the one that works the best, or maybe get a surprising combo out of the works. It’s been a good practice in multiple arenas in my life, saved my ass more than a few times. But hey, what do I know, I’m just a stupid massage therapist trying to survive something much bigger than any singular individual can truly solve.

May you never have reactions like my body produces. May you stay healthy and be less sensitive. May we all find a true solution and our own survival. May you see the things that simply just don’t add up and use that knowledge to disarm your fears. May you know that sometimes corporations really enjoy feeding off of our fears. May you know there is always a alternative way around, through, or over, and patience is what is needed most. May you know you are always free and that fabricated fears have no home in your life. Above all: May you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti

I hit post and then Nathan found this in a local FB group.

Colors

On this Christmas day I think of my family. I chose not to call any of them because I disappoint them by not being simply a “regular Christian” like them. They don’t understand how I call myself pagan, celebrate yule, and still celebrate Christmas.

Mainly it’s because I educated myself enough to know that Christianity stole a lot from earlier peoples in an effort to convert people. I also understand that Jesus came to save us by teaching us what we were already looking at and ignoring (see the withheld Gnostic Gospels). Several religions already had books and teachers, teaching how to get to our divine selves, and there have been several ascended masters sent before Christ, all to show it could be done. Yet, the masses were doing anything but. Christians, Jews and Islamics, constantly fighting wars over the same damn book and a central patch of land. Other peoples fighting other wars over similar stupid reasons. 2000 years after Christ we’re still missing the point, and so now we’re in the midst of a colossal learning lesson for all of humanity. I wish I had more hope that everyone will get it for once. It seems every couple thousand years God really hits a point where he needs us to get the message or die and start over. I don’t blame the divine for hitting that wall, we very much created this mess and expect the divine to fix it for us.

I had a conversation with a client about details of that, and I must have put a massive chink in the layers of his ingrained box, because between him and his wife I received roughly $200 in tips. I’m grateful for the cash as it was very needed, but my goal was not tips, my goal was healing for both of us, and helping him see healthier more accepting ways to view things. I must have had the desired effect, and I’m grateful that the divine supported me in conveying what he needed to hear and understand. I wish I had that ability with my own flesh and blood more often.

Regardless, I do still believe in Christ and still refuse to call myself Christian. I refuse to participate in the politics of religion. I do intend to be as authentic as possible, work on myself as much as possible, and heal myself and my universe as much as possible. I can be the change this world needs to see- with enough practice. Christ taught that God could be found “in a grain of sand or a blade of grass, in the sun in your eyes or the wind on your face”, that the divine was everywhere and that we were responsible for being divine children spreading light and love, compassion, understanding, and healing.

Yet, I still find that moment manifest in Eastern philosophical practices, far more often than practiced by any one of the desert seat religions. None are perfect, all religions have flaws, and there are exceptions to every rule, but percentages seem to imply that the eastern peoples have a bit better understanding of that responsibility and how to accomplish it.

Anyway, after a play doh based conversation over color with Katherine, my client exchange before the holiday, and feelings regarding birth family, it is stirring my creativity. Perhaps I can convey, with a little divine assistance, another message of acceptance on this Christmas evening.

Colors

In the beginning
There was an
Abundant
Array
Beautiful
Uniqueness
Everywhere
Something to
Appreciate
Regardless of
Where
Gaze
Feelings Or
Descriptions
Landed

Mistakes were made
Punishments levied
People hurt
A vicious cycle
Begun
Intent on
Even
Level
Sameness
If all are same
No one can make
Mistakes
Based on others'
Rules
Or ignorance therein
If all are same
Doing the same
Then no punishments
Need be levied

Yet once colors
Become so blended
The result
Is quite
Boring
Bland
Undesirable
Somewhere between
Mud
Or 50 shades
Of murky
All uniqueness
Lost to
An icky
Mixed up
Mess

The bright
Colors
Of individual
Spirit
Is what we
Really
Long for
Everyone
Tapped
Into their
Band of
Rainbow
Into their
Vibration
Of goodness

The mistakes
Which prevent
Connection
To one
Unique
Source
Of gifted
Inspired action
Are punishment
Enough

Difficulty
Lies in
Reaching
Maintaining
Your piece
Of vibrant
Beautiful
Rainbow

Perhaps
Helping
Each other
Reach their
Beautiful
Self
Potential
Is far more
Appropriate
Than fighting
Over rightness
Or waging war
Over
Perceived wrongs

Rainbows
Of light
Bring joy
Always
Not just
When bulbs
Are strung

See
Appreciate
The beautiful
Array
Of colors
Uniqueness
Everywhere
In everything
And everyone
And you'll
Find your
Rainbow
Of God
Here
Now
This day
Always

~Treasa Cailleach

* The picture is my children under “The Magic Tree” in Lee’s Summit. It’s 5 min from our house, and I’m grateful to be so close to a beautiful celebration of living color and holiday magic. It’s a perfect blending of all things holiday and joyful unique colorful expression.

May we all have a magic tree in our life. May you have a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Kwanza, Joyful Dwali (belated), Happy Yule, Savory Solstice, Happy Ramadan and Happy New Year. May you welcome everyone and support their holidays as their way to celebrate this world, all goodness, and the divine. May you see and feel how to connect yourself with your Self. May the rainbow of uniqueness fill your world with awe and wonder always. May you be present and find the healing you seek in the now. May you enjoy holidays of all kinds knowing they help people feel a sense of belonging, love and light. May you see your way past the politics of religion and sameness. Above all may you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Happy Holidays, Om Shanti

The Magic Tree; Lee’s Summit, MO

Real is now.

I owe Nathan an apology. I had a ‘”look at the real picture honestly so that you don’t get disappointed” moment and he wanted me to have hope for better.

I still prefer a quick easy life exit, and still don’t have much hope for major sweeping social changes during my lifetime.

But in a way Nathan was right. My biggest problems lie in trying to solve what is out of my hands, and I not staying in the now consistently.

My now really isn’t as bad as it could be, and the disease(s) that like(s) to lie to my brain, is loosing more frequently than previous. I see the mental lies for what they are, and when I catch them I can walk right around them.

Really when I catch the negative lies, I simply refocus on the now, and the positives I do know. But after several years of practice I am still not 100% consistent. Hell, I’m not sure I’m even 75% yet, but I do think I’m over the half way hump enough to matter for improvement.

So when brains start telling us the other is going to die; I remember that it’s not right now or I wouldn’t be having an argument with my brain to begin with, I’d be dead.

Now
I'm breathing
Now
I'm awake
Now
I'm making a choice
Be present
Be here
Be alive
Be me
Remember who
i am
I
God's
Gift
A healer
Incarnate
Here
To Do
Divine
Work
For mySelf
To Do
The ultimate
For humanity
It is
Possible
I can
If i
Let I
Help

~ Treasa Cailleach

May you see your now and the way to healing. May you know that your own healing is the first step to healing all of humanity. May you know the ripple always starts with one drop. May you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti