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Intentionally Vague

Tired of stalkers that want to be all up in my business, think they are “helping”, but put their agenda and two cents worth in when I didn’t ask for it. And it’s actually mostly energetic. In fact several of these people have denied me over and over again in face to face interactions. Playing innocent or ignorant or even down right telling me off.

I am seeing the chaos and mayhem thread that runs through several individuals. They definitely have the wavelength of Shiva-God-of-destruction down pat. I suppose I should have quit praying to Shiva when I got out from the worst of my problems. But even that God archetype has a good side, so why the hell do I keep getting the worst side? You only have to destroy once and then spend the rest of the time creating beauty, so why didn’t I get the good creation side?

Anyway, the last few weeks many, many posts have been read from the entirety of my writing journey. I am suspicious of which individuals are rehashing my history, by which posts have been viewed. Dad is obviously one, big surprise- not.

I wouldn’t really care about them being hung up on me, if their fixation moments didn’t fling giant globs of energetic poo at me and my family. I don’t want what they think I want, and they can’t, for whatever reason, see that their efforts are not actually helping me. It’s because they are reaching for what they would want if ____ was said, not reaching for Treasa says she wants _____. I also suspect they are fixating on one aspect and details, instead of the general overall package and feel (Abraham tells us over and over that is how we fail so often anyways).

So then chaos ensues.

Good example. Dad hates my husband and barely acknowledges him as being in my life. I’m certain he’s sent prayers, and overly fixated on Nathan needing replaced, and he probably thinks it should be by someone like my poor little daddy-o. Because I keep ending up with more people in my life that are just like my father. Jealous, bitter, self-hating, addiction laden people that think they know what’s best for me. They want to tell me what I really want or shoot down every possibility, with things that could go wrong. When they aren’t telling me my desires are inappropriate or too complicated, they are busy challenging me, like I need to prove myself to them. Yet none of them work on themselves, no they only focus on: what are my abilities, what are my skills, can I handle this or that, how quickly can I grasp something?

Here’s the kicker, I have passed every such test with flying colors for several years running. Multiple individuals testing me for their own gain, and no serious failures in my part.

Yet not a damn one of them offered me the funding to start Atira. Not a damn one of them honored me and respected me in any lasting tangible ways. Not a damn one of them congratulated me publicly. Not a damn one of them offered me a job that was actually financial improvement for me. Not a damn one of them offered to help me through my next goals. Not a damn one of them gave me emotional support. Not a damn one of them helped me keep my depression puzzle together. None.

Two attempted to help with housing but at the cost of my hours and hours of tedious and difficult labor. Which, one helped negligebly and was busy distracting us with requests to help them with many things, and the other helped more, but cost me a small fortune and blamed me for the sky falling. Three half-heartedly helped with birth of children.

But my Nathan has done all of it. Nathan has never tested me. Nathan has publicly acknowledged and congratulated everything I have done and accomplished. Nathan has offered his finances to help with business goals. Nathan has done his level best to support me in all ways, including reaching goals, housing, births, and depression puzzle needs. And on top of it all Nathan loves me unconditionally and shows affection every time I need it and many many times that I don’t. He genuinely supports everything that I want from the ‘how can I help you get there’ view.

So if you are one of my stalkers that have played dumb to my face: get a fucking life. If you really truly cared you would say it to my face in kind manners and words. You would show love and affection like a good friend or loved family. The fact that you ruminate on my lack of giving you all the credit is proof that you never actually cared about me or my well-being. The fact that you can’t be fully kind and caring to me directly proves that I was never in your heart. Do you even have a heart, or are you all just uncaring calculating ass-hats out to get what you want? You think a little pretending will convince me you care enough to be able to manipulate me. It only got you a handful of inexpensive gifts, or my time, and I see right through you. It’s okay, I am no longer interested, I was waiting for you to get your shit together to try to give you a second chance. I believe everyone deserves extra chances, but none of you cared to see my intelligence or genuine caring, to even see that I was trying to help you and give you more chances. Your manipulative decisions have become a turn off. All seeing stalker eyes or not. None of you get it and won’t even see my new decisions coming.

I am beginning to wonder if anyone in this world knows or understands love, affection and kindness anymore.

Currently, there are three in my daily life that I believe are part of this vague rant, beyond my father and others from my past. All three are failing to deal with themselves, and all three have significant addictions (one food, one drug, and one body-chemistry/thought-drama), all three pretend they care and are interested. But none of them are really authentic, none are genuine with me, let alone anyone else. None of them follow through with anything I care about, none of them give of themselves unconditionally (all expecting tit-for-tat type exchanges).

Yet despite my best efforts to play tit-for-tat and still give of myself to them unconditionally, I still get waves of negative chaos in my experience.

Frequently, I can feel which person is responsible for the particular chaos wave I’m dealing with. See my gift gets more understood all the time. When the chaos hits, I now feel parts of my body that connect to certain individuals; be it just where the connection fell or they actually touched me there or somehow my body held a memory of them there due to ailments of theirs or whatnot. When the physical sensations arise I often get a paired thought of that spot that confirms the person. So most of the last few weeks I’ve known whom was fixating on my blog, thus on my not meeting their expectations, and creating negative chaos in my experience.

On one hand I am getting much better at kicking them out, my anger can be just as strong as Lord Shivas’. Potent anger directed at the source of chaos is an easy way to cause it to cease.

There’s also been lots of telling the archetype off. “Shiva go destroy yourself. Destroy your own anger, jealousy, greed, and chaos. Destroy yourself and your bullshit. Siva Hir Su. Siva Hir Su. Siva Hir Su.”

I mean it. I need no more destruction. I’m ready to throw in the towel like my father and walk away from this world, but I’m pretty sure I’ve hit my limit where it’ll stick this time because I know I beat depression. It’s easier to kill yourself when you know you’ve done everything you could, improved things as much as possible in every way, and your world is just plain not worth living in. Bonus I found a gun today, so I even have access to the proper tool this time.

Siva Hir Su

I need the loving, protective, creative, supportive side of God. I don’t need anymore kicks in the ass, I need acknowledgement, much greater financial support, less work (God seems to forget that I’ve spent over 3 years working 6 to 7 days a week), and more healing (the last round of EBV flare-up a couple months ago did a number on my pancreas and I have yet to recover).

I need the loving kindness of divine caring. I need healing on the deepest fullest level, the kind that makes your body tingle and every cell feels relief, near miracle. I need appreciation. I need rest but with every bit of my income plus some. I need my broad desires, the big picture, the whole package, to begin manifesting.

Because, it is pointless to walk away from this particular set of nonsense, you just get repeat. I’ll just end up with a similar but different set. I’ve done that several times.

No if things don’t genuinely improve for me, inside and out, I will choose death and rebirth willingly.

I have prayed enough for hosts of angels, all the divine in all is aspects, to help. Start showing it, and kill the chaos. Start helping me experience the better that the bible, koran, bhagavad gita, and other ancient texts talk about. I’ve had glimpses of the good things, but the chaos is so busy destroying my world that my glimpses are fleeting. I want the chaos to just end.

My new mantra:

“My vortex knows what I need. My vortex knows what I want. My Good God knows the quickest easiest route to get it to manifest in my life. I love myself and deserve more. Om gum ganpatiye. Om shanti.”

May you never have extreme chaos disrupt your world. May you enjoy your experience. May everyone around you be genuine and authentic. May you know that others genuinely care about you and love you. May you have ample reasons to keep living. May you enjoy your life.

Om Shanti

Drowning in the barrage.

I found my tree at Minor Park this afternoon after work. It’s cooler than it has been, but still quite beautiful.

Now I sit trying to ground and find relief.

I’ve had 3 moderately heavy days, they ended up not as heavy as expected because some of my clients didn’t get their reminders. It seems it might be a glitch in the system.

Regardless, I have mixed emotions on that. I’m glad the work load was manageable, but I could really use the extra cash to save for that treatment and a half dozen other somewhat vital things I’ve yet to pay for, taxes being one. You can only stall so long before they come after you.

Anyways, I’m grateful because I have been trudging through energetic muck and negative thoughts. It has made me feel like even the manageable work load was too much.

I know it’s not all mine, but every time I ask the angels to clear for me it is temporary relief. And I suspect some is mine, but not in the usual way, and I’m perplexed on how to fix that.

I suspect some is my father, that whole digital stalking thing, every time I make a comment about his unsavory behaviors and demeanor throughout my childhood, the negativity intensifies. Yesterday was downright oppressive and I had written the post with a minor comment about his abusiveness the night before. I just wish that if it is him, either he or I would die so that I could be free of it. At the moment I know I don’t care which, but also know I should care.

Additionally, based upon intrusive thoughts I have had flood my brain despite efforts otherwise, I suspect some may be either my mom, or the sick friend, or both. Those thoughts center around ending suffering and going home, and it makes my battle against the negativity that much harder. I’m fighting tooth and nail just to stay functional.

I suspect some to be the American man I am in close proximity to on a regular basis. The one I wanted but was turned away by. I feel him energetically and care for him, and I know my concern has caused me to feel emotions from him before. Yet, this time he’s either hiding it really really well, or my perception is off. Perhaps I am picking up on a side tangent not really related to our interactions, or what I am feeling I have horribly misinterpreted. Either way, his outward demeanor when I have been in proximity is nothing like what I am feeling, but I have noticed a correlation between proximity to him and intensity of what I am feeling.

There have also been random, perhaps not random, thoughts about several others in my past: SJ, Rajesh, Hannah, and they have all carried massive waves of negativity with them, despite major efforts to focus on the positives. The moments I do manage to shift focus onto the positives it makes my heart burn so strongly I feel sick. It is frustrating me intensely because most of these people have a place in my heart. I have had many moments with all of them where love and appreciation were the focus. Yet, right now the way I’m feeling and what I’m working through makes me wish I could erase it all.

All I know for certain is the thoughts and negative waves left me in tears for most of the last two days, and I would have loved for any one of them to apologize and hug me. As it is only 2 of them were within reach and I didn’t dare say anything to either because I feared the response of the man and didn’t want to add to the friends’ challenges.

And that brings me to the final possibility of my own mess. Usually a downturn like this would imply thyroid imbalance. Yet, I am doing everything right and taking everything in a system that works. Yet, I literally had a moment where, while working I felt extremely exhausted like I was going to fall over, but my heart was actually beating slightly faster than average, but not racing. If I was low on thyroid meds/iodine my heart rate would drop with the exhaustion and be extra slow. If I was high on thyroid support, I would have a racing heart rate and anxiety. Not a combination of the two. These are well known to me because I have had direct experience with it all.

So then, I cycle to the damn chronic virus infection I finally labeled. Because I can’t afford the IV treatment yet, I upped the anty at home. I have been taking extra colloidal silver, olive leaf, grapefruit seed extract, much larger doses of vitamin C, oral peroxide doses, and the immune support mushroom complex. All intended to kill the effing virus and anything else that might be dogging me long term. Potentially, my past two days could be partially or wholly, because I am slowly killing a decades old infection that has commandeered cells in my body, which ultimately means I am killing those cells. The cells are merely innocent bystanders that were captured by the virus and are now collateral damage. My body could simply be very angry from the dieing cells, resulting toxins, and a virus desperate to stay alive.

Detoxing always affects a person’s mental state and often causes extreme fatigue, as well as a whole host of other possible symptoms. If that is the case I’m winning in the long run, but the short term doesn’t really seem like it.

I have used this system to kill the flu, sinus infections, and other respiratory colds several times over the last decade. So now my only question is why didn’t it kill this virus when I was killing the others? Why is it finally working on this chronic infection? Is it merely because I triggered the acute phase 3 weeks ago, or is it because I finally got healthy enough that only the chronic infections are what is left to fight?

I’m really not sure I even need all the answers. Ultimately, I just want that carrot of full health. I just want to feel good again. I certainly want energy levels and mental stability to return so that I can do my job regardless of how many appointments I have on the books. And if the others are energetically invading my space, then I really need them to let go and leave me alone. I certainly don’t need anyone that rejected me causing me additional hurdles to jump over just to exist maintaining my life.

Healthy, happy, energetically sovereign self. That’s my goal and biggest desire right now.

May you find your own healthy, happy, energetically sovereign self. May you see solutions. May you know how to handle exhaustion when faced with the inability to sleep. May you know you are overcoming your challenges. May you know that God loves and supports you. May you know that everything works out in the end. It’s all okay.

Siva Hir Su

Heart Fire

One day I will learn the meaning of the fire in my heart. Today has been a good day.

I have made many thought progress steps. I know I could not have done anything to change my father’s actions when I was a child. I was there to love him and the rest of my family. The negative moments were not mine to alter or change, merely observe and do my best to do better. I have a tiny inkling that I know how God feels when we have big failures. God loves us and wants us to do better but can not help if we don’t allow it. We have to allow the help to come.

So now I sit with a strong fire in my heart. Somewhere mixed between anxiety, relief, love and burning desire. I know I feel the two halves at the same time again, like so many times from years past.

This time, I sit just feeling. Minuets to go before my next client. I trust that God knows and it is all okay. I will eventually understand. I know I am loved, and this too is a gift. I would not feel it if it wasn’t important somehow. There are far worse feelings, and in the mix is definitely love. That I cherish. It feels like a big hug from afar, but laced with a little unknown.

Unknowns never last, eventually everything in awareness becomes known. I look forward to that day.

May you feel others in your heart and know it is very okay, more a blessing. May you find an easy path to knowing. May you know God supports you. May you accept the journey and enjoy the ride. May you know you are safe. May you find forgiveness for the things you can not change, but rather would not have experienced. May you find a way to help your world be a better place. May you feel the love always.

Siva Hir Su