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Juicy 5D

I watched this Abraham video, and got excited. I don’t know how long it will stay up, sometimes they get yanked pretty quick.

Anyway, I got excited about my 5D vortex family. It has everything and everyone I love about my now family and life and more. What does it feel like?

We all get along well. We love each other. We all find our unconditional mostly. It is comfortable and inviting. We ARE home. Abundance flows. I and my current family are honored and respected, and love flows all ways.

My Partners, diversely exciting. Each one unique and beautiful in their own way. A spectrum of reasons for appreciation. A spectrum of goodness, to love, to touch, to have juicy moments in a variety of ways.

Feminine softness. Curves and warmth. Silky and full of caresses. Comforting and gentle. Snuggles and passion. Firm and strong and capable.

Masculine strength and protection. Firey passion and playfulness. Energetic and charming. Willpower and direction.

Everyone intelligent in their own right and in their chosen path. All having a sense of independence. Good business sense. Aligned and inspired to keep things moving in positive directions as a joined family.

It feels close. It feels like togetherness. It feels fun and exciting and joyful. It feels safe and supportive. It feels like a really really good time. It feels loving and like a grand adventure. It feels wonderfully unique. It feels blessed by God.

Probably a bit complicated at times, but in the good-challenging but hugely-rewarding sort of way. After all the biggest rewards are found through challenges. At the same time there are plenty of moments of feeling at ease, being a good fit and things just go right, smoothly and wonderfully well most if the time.

It feels successful in both emotional and financial ways. It feels like compassion and understanding. It feels like community willing to compromise to support each other and better our world. With common interests and common goals it feels like amazing progress. It feels like doing good for us and for humanity.

It feels like being surrounded by people that care, and who love you. It feels like living in a buffet of life choices all of which are mostly good.

I like the idea of my poly-family. I look forward to my family growing and coming together.

May you all find the feeling place of the things you desire. May you sense your loving partners into manifestation. May you be guided through inspired action, and know if things don’t work out, it is because something even better is on its way. May you enjoy reaching for the feelings of the things and people you desire. May you know you are already loved and supported regardless. May you sense and understand that your forward progress and momentum not only helps you and those in your life, but it also helps humanity as a whole.

Siva Hir Su

PS… The picture is from the pexels library, and is the closest I could find to the feeling. Would rather it had more diversity in race and gender identity, because I want my family to be diverse in those ways.

Long week.

It has been a long week, dad was released to my custody on Sunday after a short lunch visit with my mom. They are divorced so she’s off the hook, but offered to help some if I needed. I told her thank you and explained I should be okay for now, but she gave me gas money anyway.

Packing him up was a challenge. His RV trailer home is full of mold (mostly on walls so probably due to ceiling leaks) and smells like urine from prior incontinence problems. I was quite distressed over the state of his living quarters, but did my best to ensure he had everything he would need for the short term. I even tracked down vehicle titles to help make sure insurance processing happened. Then we drove the 5 hours back to Kansas City to arrive at midnight Sunday.

I settled dad into my revamped office, now fitted with a twin bed and shelves for storage. Monday we argued over doctor forms, and he threatened to flush pills down the toilet. I didn’t punch him like our move after I married Nathan, instead I felt sad for his denial of fixable things and the obvious nature of his choosing to die. He eventually apologized for making things difficult and said he would try not to do that again.

Nathan and I have both had to help him with toilet trips and Nathan took the lead on shower assist. We have both helped him change clothes.

It’s not that my dad doesn’t understand those things, it is because he is holding so much fluid from congestive heart failure that he is having difficulty with range of motion needed to complete the tasks. The fluid is also causing difficulty breathing even after short tasks like walking to the bathroom. Today he was able to do restroom visits alone and even got his shoes on by himself. However, he is pretty much sleeping the day away- every day.

There are moments that I wonder if he’ll even make it long enough to move him to my sister in Arizona. Then there are moments where I think he has a chance to pull up if he wants.

Ultimately, I know it is between him and God, and I just feel like he is demonstrating that his scale is leaning towards a desire to check out and meet his Jesus. There have been hours of conversations to that effect, and far fewer conversation moments of the things he wants to live to do.

Regardless, I have had to pull back over and over again. I stepped up and took responsibility when my siblings were unable to meet immediate needs. I love my father, but simply can’t be like him anymore. So I have chosen to focus on him getting whatever God sees as his dominant vibration. Whatever my dad wants in his dominant thoughts, needs to become clear and manifest easily. I am intelligent enough to know that I can not change his mind, but the compassionate side of me wants a quick solution to minimize his self-inflicted suffering.

Beyond that the extreme negativity has threatened my happy space, so pulling back has been a necessity to keep myself buoyant. I finally have found my ability to be somewhat selfish. At least selfish enough to keep my mood mostly intact. I still conceed other things regularly, but my mood is vital. I simply can’t afford to let that slip.

May you have moments of clarity and find a way to help those that don’t wish to help themselves. May you be selfish enough to keep your mood and your own personal necessities intact. May you find a way to love your parent(s) even in challenging situations. May you know how to let God work miracles. May those wishing to die get their speedy painless exit.

Siva Hir Su

I care.

Sometimes too much.

Yesterday, my mom called while I was working. I had just talked to her the night before and I was in the midst of another full day, so I brushed it off and knew I’d call her when I got home.

Just after lunchtime I felt as if someone pulled my power cord out of the wall. I suddenly was just exhausted. I still had 2 massages to go, so I took some Chinese medicine herbs I thought would help me get through.

I dragged myself through the last two appointments and managed to get home. Then I returned mom’s call and that triggered a chain of events that eventually revealed the reason for my sudden exhaustion.

Mom explained that Dad had been in at least one and possibly two accidents the week prior. She said she was told his truck had been taken to a dealer, and they didn’t know if he damaged his SUV or not. He had spent a few hours in the hospital being treated for low blood sugars and high blood pressure. They were not sure how he had gotten home, but the hospital had most definitely discharged him.

For some strange reason I decided to reach out to his pastor friend before trying to call dad. I emailed and received a very quick reply.

The pastor said the one accident they knew about, his Yukon had been totaled and they had given him a ride home from the hospital. They had helped him with errands for a couple days, and then did a shopping trip for him.

When they went to take the purchases to him they called several times trying to let him know they would be by later. They even had another friend try to call him. No one could get an answer. They decided to just swing by and check on him.

When they arrived his lights were off but the door was unlocked. They opened the door and saw him sitting in his recliner, but he would not respond to them. They called 911.

This was yesterday, the same time as when I hit my exhausted wall.

Late last night on a conference call with two of my brothers we shared everything we knew.

There was 2 accidents. The Yukon was totaled out by insurance, or at least pending that process. The truck is AWOL at the moment, but we just found out it had been sitting at the bottom of a pond for several days and a farmer pulled it out with their tractor. Dad is currently being treated for low sugars, high thyroid, high blood pressure, kidney failure and congestive heart failure, as well as being evaluated for the dementia concerns. Yet he was unscathed injury-wise and coherent enough to talk to my older brother on the phone.

I care enough that I have done everything I can from Kansas City. I care enough to let everyone involved know I’m willing to take him in immediately if the doctors don’t want him being alone. My little brother is trying to use his police officer skills to track down his vehicles and make sure they are taken care of. My big brother is staying on top of the hospital. I tried to call dad earlier and he was with the P.A., and they both said they would call me back. It’s been about 4 hours and I’ve heard nothing yet. Merh.

Dad has always been stubborn, disgruntled, angry, bitter even, and often abusive. In fact he is where I learned all of my least desired habits and traits. Two of my brothers refuse to talk to him unless necessary. Yet, despite his lifetime of bad behavior, we’re all concerned about dad being in the hospital after two car accidents due to medical issues.

He’s likely going to lose his ability to drive and if the hospital releases him to go back home alone, it may not be long until he has another episode. Which if there isn’t anyone to check on him often enough could mean death.

Dad has refused all efforts both me and my older brother have made to help him. We’ve suggested things to prepare for end of life concerns, we’ve both even suggested him moving closer to one of us. Now it seems there is likely going to be an uncomfortable push to convince him or demand he move where he can have help, the hospital evaluation will determine a lot of the forcefulness there. If he still refuses, another hospital trip may cause the state to insist on a nursing facility.

All of this is stressful to think about and deal with, but I do, because I love my dad; pig-headed, abusive faults and all.

In the end I just hope he’s either okay and cared for, or that he gets the quick easy solitary exit he seems determined to have.

One moment though, leaves me scratching my head, I haven’t knowingly felt my dad in eons. I haven’t felt his dragging down energy since living with him last, well over 15 years ago. Why on Earth did I get hit so hard with it yesterday, but with no indicator of who it was or what needed done? And how did I know to contact the pastor and not him? I get things psychically all the time, but this was just different and odd. It still doesn’t make much sense to me because there is no way I could have done anything with what I did get. If God was trying to save him through me, it failed even worse than any of my other half correct or misinterpreted messages. It’s just a bit confusing and frustrating.

I’m glad the pastor decided to just show up though. Despite the lifetime of hurts from my childhood, which I have mostly worked through and forgiven, I do still love and care about my father. I’m glad he is being treated and cared for.

May you have helpful intuitive knowing. May you always know who is in trouble and how you can help. May your loved ones be safe and healthy. May you have forgiveness for those that left scars. May you love your family through thick and thin. May your parents respect your desire to help. May you have the answers you seek. May you know you are loved and supported and that God cares about all of us. May you have a strong appreciation for the preciousness of all life and how easily it can end a variety of ways. May you know it is not your time to go yet.

Siva Hir Su