collective tears

even if no one here can bear to read them
I still must put this out into the collective whole
so the energy can be healed..... It is what I do

aka The weeping Warrior

I'm just going to run it in one stream and not pmake many blogs.. just here now all the way up to where I am in this process... for I understand now I have entered into the collective soul of all these jpeople who weep when their children are ripped from their hands.. and other here, the daddy didn't care while babies weep and wanted to know why daddy never called......

this is for the healing of all residing within this part of the collective soul, where grandmothers father/ mother child weeps to be rip from the arms of love..

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I'll be away.... and won't be here much until I get moved back to Kansas City..... In the dream it seemed peaceful..... but in real life it went horribly wrong, and now I will be packing up my life and leaving these beloved mountains and moving back to kc....... I have already found a caretaker for my plants..... and I may have nearly 40 of them...... oh how I have loved being here....... I am taking my beloved stone friends with me... but leaving the plants because when I moved down here to my beloved mountain I brought them with me, and the wind blew off all the leaves...... plus my oldest son doesn't have a yard so I don’t have a place to put them... so still... tears inside.... poetry..

I shall forever love and cherish the visions and water hugs I was given during my stay here... to running into the gate keeper from my home world, to wakinyan mergings and river mergings (when river sang a love song to a misty mountain) and whale dreams and unicorn rememberings. I have loved and cherished you sacred mountains even as my time comes to an end...... I have been here 3 years, wanted to stay a lifetime.. this is a holy place, place of my people.. I love you so.

It's raining outside

matching the tears

running out my eyes

where can I run

that my tears will not find me?

It's the inner child

place where the inner child

sits doodling on a piece of paper

even there she weeps.

thanks.... watching the utube reminded me of why I am so in love with these mountains... seeing them lay there like that looking up towards the heavens, looking out upon the stars at night, and looking out upon the day light I have heard them them humming just like that.... sleeping amongst them in my human form reminds me of what it feels like to be a mountain.

also, thanks for lighting a candle..... Looking back over the last 4 hours..... we had gone out to eat, and staring at the mountains in the pouring rain I again began to weep.. then momma took me deep into her spirit and showed me a picture of rain falling down, while within her body that slept plants began to sprout.. she said, "when you make it to the other side of your tears Maureen you will find such such a garden." and she told me that I had spent the last 3 years planting so many beautiful seeds and bulbs, all inside of me and that the tears would make them grow....

so I think now, as I look back over the last 4 hours, that must have been the candle you lit for me...

thanks

(side note, I've tried several times to erase my signature, as I do not know how this story is going to end and I am weeping so loudly, but Spirit says, "the signature stays" so here it is)

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So sorry for your trial.

Just remember to watch your thoughts, ditch the toxic ones, this is their karma! You are an innocent, sublime and wonderful child of God..Father, Mother, ancient, wise, true, beautiful.

mahalo and blessings on your path.

Get the rescue remedy yes..in all forms, cream, pastilles, drops..Make up a batch in a quart of water, sip all day long!!!

my suggestion, sweet pea;)
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Removing Past Life Impressions
By Jeff Poole

The Vedas describe life as an infinite flow of energy and intelligence expressing itself from an unbounded pure field of consciousness. And just as when we place our foot in a river we never touch the same water twice, each moment our lives reshape themselves as the flow of consciousness expresses itself through the blueprint layer that resides at the finest level of existence.
This finest layer is known as ritam bhara prajna (that layer which only knows truth), it is also the home of all the laws of nature giving rise to this world.

Blocks and impressions reside in our consciousness left as the residue of uncompleted karma from past lives. These impressions can sometimes leave scars like grooves or dents in consciousness, called samskaras. They can give rise to imperfections or abnormalities that manifest in our lives as addictions, undesirable habits and/or unconscious behaviors, all of which create suffering in life.
Maharishi Patanjali’s Yoga Sutras shed profound light on these tendencies of the mind, which Patanjali calls, kleshas. The kleshas are five negative expressions of mind which bring unhappiness and torment.
They are:
Ignorance (avidya) – being unable to see the truth or reality of what underlies existence. This ignorance comes with forgetting “who you are.”
Egotism (asmita) – being certain that “I” really exist, and acting on that sense of “I.” We seldom ask “who is the I”?
Desire (raga) – being filled with a passion, lust or thirst for something. This comes with the craving of “I must have it.”
Aversion (divesha) – not wanting, or pushing something away. This resistance appears whenever we extoll, “I don’t want this.” This is the “inability to be with what is.”
Fear of Death (abhinivesha) – the ultimate fear that exists in all living things; related to the persistence of the mundane. When all you see is only the mundane workaday world, losing it brings fear.

Patanjali says that these tendencies arise in consciousness from accumulation of our karmic debt as a result of our past, present and future actions. The laws of karma are so vast and complex that it’s impossible to determine what is accumulating, when it will affect us and how we can remove them all to find our way to freedom.
It is the purpose of sadhana, our spiritual practices, remove this karma. Meditation has the greatest effect of neutralizing and removing this karma from our lives. Vedic masters actually describe meditation as a cosmic washing machine capable of cleansing group consciousness of its collective karmas.
They assembled large groups to meditate together so their collective influence would generate waves of positivity, significant enough to alleviate the karma of entire cities, countries, nations and the world in hopes of producing an enlightened age.
Vedic masters recognized all lifetimes have connections with those of the past and they understood how to release samskaras. Using a process of samskara nirgata, impression removal, they freed ancient impressions stored in consciousness to restore people's lives to wholeness, called Brahman. They described the process like removing the husk from a seed by first soaking the seed in water, wetting the husk to soften it so it could be easily peeled away.
How this process plays out is interesting, comical and magical: The storehouse of impressions (where the seeds of karma reside) is in the subconscious mind, known as citta. Citta resides at that finest level of creation previously described.
The conscious mind (functions as the husk of the seed) sheilds or protects citta from being seen or observed by it. Nature skillfully tricks the conscious mind ensuring it is constantly engaged in the kleshas, which totally dominate it's attention.
Meanwhile citta constantly influences and shapes the quality and character of the conscious mind as it continuously recreates itself moment-to-moment through the blueprint of the past life impressions that are locked-up in citta’s storehouse.
It’s a viscious cycle that goes on and on for eternity.
The process of samskara nirgata skillfully disengages the conscious mind from the kleshas and places it in a suspended state within the transcendent where it simply becomes inactive. This relaxes the conscious mind's hold on the subconscious mind so it can release its impressions.
The impressions unwind like reels of film while the conscious mind in its rested state simply witnesses the release of citta. Citta becomes "like the seed soaked in water" and the most ancient impressions affecting conscious awareness "bubble up" where they effortlessly release.
The Vedic masters instruction to the participant of the process is to surrender and let go, since it's effortless: “Once you have offered them up, you are free, you recognize this is like a play, and all the karma gets burned up. Be surrendered in this space and the karma is gone. Don’t attach too much to the name and form then you are fully in the Brahman consciousness.”
The overall results of the process enhances one's meditation enabling it to reach a deeper level where it becomes even more subtle, and the process of removing karma and impressions continues becoming more effective over time.
This is the Vedic knowledge for skillfully removing the blocks of the past ensuring progress for all.

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probably cant see all of it

http://www.facebook.com/inbox/readmessage.php?t=152064143656#/profile.ph...

and hopefully this one will actually work... because this was a fascinating interview in which we are told that 'orb' are light spirit beings and and the light we are seeing is the light inside their heart space........ so we are looking at their hearts and calling them orbs

http://pearleysky.wordpress.com/

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oh sister you have missed so much.... but just so you'll know momma has promised me that when I get to the other side of these tears it will be so beautiful in the garden of my soul.. and poppa keeps saying, "don’t worry everything is going to be alright, I think it is part of the plan.. Momma says that the whole time I have been here I have been planting seeds and bulbs. she showed me deep down inside of me a place that looked like looking into the soil, a whole garden, planted and ready to grow she says these tears now flooding my soul .. like spring rain.. will make my garden grow...

yes my time here has come to an end this time round.... strange I dreamed this already. when I was looking for a place to live, I dreamed I moved, and then it seemed like it only a month later and I saw my son lovingly packing my things and moving me to "a better place"

I've just got to tell you, in everything that has happened in the last week, I have found out this is not the first time Tonya has done this. when Tonya appeared one day into my life she brought with her 2 little boys that were completely traumatized.. we opened up our hearts and let her in, made this beautiful magical life for her children and after a time they came to a place of peace... together her and my son gave birth to 2 children, and all of them walking together look like little ducks....

Last Tuesday Tonya called home and after she got off the ph she said that her grandmother was getting old and that she needed them to move to Wichita Kansas.. so together, supposedly, her and Jason decided that because I had some things that needed fixing here, and he didn't want to leave until these 2 things got fixed, so he told her that she should go ahead with the children, except Dylan, and him and Dylan would follow her in February... and all week long she pretended that was the plan, and that was what they were going to do..

My family, in general, we are a noble people. we do not walk practicing deceit and as she seemed to agree that this was the plan we didn't think anything.. about anything not going as planned....

and it was really strange because even though I began to weep at the thought of how much I have cherished these last 3 years with having my grandkids so close, and the knowledge that this beautiful chapter was about to come to a close.... spirit has spoke softly to me all along and said for me not to worry that it was all going to be okay..... but still I , nor my son, was prepared what Tonya did on Saturday.. Her sister showed up and Tonya was saying that they wanted to go out for breakfast.. then she put all 4 of the children in the car, left Jason to drive in my car, and left and never came back..

It's a 10 hour drive, and Jason has been frantic with worry over what his children are thinking not having him there... but they will not answer the phone to him.... and now they have called the police on him for ph harassment....... and the only way we can protect Dylan and Bridgett against her is to move back to Kansas City so we can pursue legal action to make certain Dylan and Bridgett have their dad in their life. and know his love is real..

after all of this I discovered that her and her sister have done this before. that they had disappeared with the 2 boys taking them out of the house of the people who were caring for them because Tonya went to jail and to a mental institution... so without honor they just took the 2 boys and ran... those boys were so traumatized when they came into my house..... now she she has taken them and taken my sons 2 children and just disappeared with out a word.. and refuses to even allow my son to know where they are, or allow him to reassure them that he'll be there as soon as possible...

there was no justifiable reason for her to traumatize them in this way. According to the plan that she acted like she agreed upon, the children would have had difficulties as we helped to understand that this was just temporary (I even filmed love messages from them for Dylan to watch)... Dylan was his daddy's boy... she has brought trauma onto these children for no good reason, and now she refuses to make contact or allow Jason to make contact with his children.... If allowed to continue down her destructive path there is no telling what trauma she will inflict on them at a later date....

sooooooooooooooooooo

lovingly my son is now packing my things so he can move us back to Kansas City where it is only a 3 hour drive to try to track her down..

so now I am also gently weeping because I have to leave the sacred mountains I love...

very interesting the 3's huh? must be time to master the trinity.... or the 33.......

I know my letter probably hurts you as you removed your daughter from china and her dad under circumstances I do not know and she wept and asked what happened to her daddy..... I know there must be healing here that belongs to you and I.... what numbers do you have in this picture...

Just remember, there is something in this happening that I know is supposed to be this way.. poppa says, 'don’t worry it will be all right" and momma say these whole 3 years I have been planting flowers in my soul and these tears will make the flowers grow..

it is time for me to leave this place that I so love..... another reason to work hard to move the collective energy to teleport...... though I may sit in Kansas City and dream of laying next to my beloved mountains mountains again, it is now from there I must do my work.......

and you know what.. I know that I planted some very love.. love... loved, strong seeds while I was here... and if poppa says don’t worry everything will be fine, and momma says your garden is about to grow in a big way..... I think knowing the seeds of of emotional being that I planted within my soul... I believe I am almost standing next to my twin flame.... and at the age of 12 when I had that first vision, and the second one that showed me at my home world with the contract I signed to come her, my husband from that planet came in all excited and showed what I believe the place in his contract where we would once again unite on this Earth mission we were both taking... so I think, that in everything that happened since I have been here, I planted the seeds, flowers and bulbs he needed to find me... and momma says all these tears are like spring rain, are gonna make this garden grow.

love, love, love
word is it is going to be great!
xxx xox xxx

your sister

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keep me posted as to when you move. xxxxx

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I'm telling you , I am having the weirdest time with time..... I got another from another sister who goes by the name of elemental dancer.... and in the letter she was asking if I was certain I was supposed to move.. they she told me the sadness of this last year and gave nme her phone number to call if I wanted to..... then I pasted these pieces in here, and when I went back to get her number all the note said was Mountains.... Maureen, love Kim

were just going to keep on keeping on... gonna go plug a heater into the bathroom so I can take a bath..........

It is unclear if I am suffereing from sleep deprivation as I keep going to bed but I keep waking up and listening for Dylan

It has grown cold....... I may be confused...... I think I am supposed to get me down to that tree..... even though it is on gated land... a baseball field and in the woods

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I'm doing better today..... yesterday I about felt like I was going to fall over, like the chemicals in my body wacked out.... It would not serve anyone for me to surrender to a breakdown...... got the rescue remedy and some sleep aids.... so I got some sleep... and today I am ready to move forward... got up and went to get boxes at Walmarts at 3:30 this morning.... Jason's almost got his house all cleaned out for moving, and I didn't unpack too much here because the house is so large and I wanted to paint it first...... I just keep thinking about that dream, that I moved and then I moved again..

such is a leap of faith.... even the belief in what momma showed me, that at the end of this sorrow lies a beautiful garden is a leap of faith..... for oh how I loved these mountains, one of the living sanctuary's of my people, the Church without walls... and the knowledge that when I drive down the road with the truck, the next day when I awaken I will not be laying amongst them.. my beloved mountains.. such is a leap of faith

such is a leap of faith

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WOW... I FOUND THE PATH FOR DYLAN AND BRIDGETT TO FIND ME IN THEIR DREAMS, I FOUND THIS LINK WITH STORY BELOW

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bVlLdPtcW4

this has happened since my arrival here in the Holy of Holies, these mountains that I love.... I was at an Indian Gathering and in between the ceremonies they would play music... I heard the most beautiful music by a group called Brule` and in time their cd came to lay at my feet as a gift.. some time after that I got a Palm Centro and one of its features is called P tunes in which I could download music into my ph.. so I downloaded 1 song... Bravehearts by Brule'

Now sometimes when I especially wanted Dylan to not be running through the store I would put him in the cart with my ph. put Bravehearts on and away we would go...... which I would sing, even though there are no words..... and in time I began to catch him secretly singing the song........ then when Bridget got old enough she began to dance to our song Bravehearts while we sang it, and she began to sing it...

so now I know this gift so beautiful from my sister, the path by which Dylan and Bridgett can find me in the new location when we move shortly.... He will be able to hear me singing Bravehearts... we have sang that songs 100's of times together..

and inside the dream time we can practice teleportation..

then we can learn to teleport, thus send a message to his mother you can take me from my dad, but you can not keep me from seeing him or my grand mother..

and in time all the children that I have seen upon this wall of missing children, who have been ripped from their loved ones hearts will be able to teleport, will be able to send the message that they will no longer be torn from the hearts of the ones they love.. which will be the healing of the core inside this collective soul..

we came here to Evolve

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Yesterday I entered into the collective space of my Native heritage, to view with sadness the pictures upon the wall of Natives who have come missing... I entered into this space to watch their stories... but they were silent, when grief gets hard to bear, they cut off all their hair, and the process of working through it is reflected in how long their hair has grown back... but they are silent, they are silent

today I entered into my own collective bloodline through history (I look around and there are others like me only the age at which it happens is different.) When my first born granddaughter was 3 ( I was taking her nearly every other weekend to stay with me. then her parents split up, and my son kept her close to him, no more did she get to come spend the night.. I wept there too at the end of our legacy together... and this now, dylan being 3...I've been sleeping between these mountains for 3 years... all of this happened on 10/03.. 3 days later mysterious phone calls where no one is speaking.. My grandmothers grandmother (3 grandmothers,including me) married an indian man in full regalia, so the story goes, then she left with him and they went somewhere but we dont know where, and some years she came back bringing with her a 3 year old daughter...

I made and emergency appointment with my alignment of energy doctor..... and he said, "I am available at 3"

of course...

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the part of the collective I am in now.. in silence I enter into a long hallway.. it is lit with white light , or maybe it glows with white light. It is a very long long hallway, very white.. and something strange, I cant tell if it is the spirits of the missing who have passed on.. but there are light beings flicking or moving past me as if they are on their way somewhere..... they look like light orbs.... I am trying to hold myself in stillness so I can see inside.. but this tunnel of white light seems to draw movement through it..

In my outside world, 2 mysterious phone calls in which no caller id shows and no one is saying anything..... first time Dylan came to me in a dream puzzling over 'why did everything change?'

then yesterday Aaron showed up in my dream with his mother.. He was just sitting there looking lost... Last night at 10 someing like in my ph calls my sons ph rang, again no one saying anything, again no caller id.. so we know we have to move to KC and keep our Arkansas ph numbers...

I will admit that even though I have gone to an energy doctor to get realigned so that I won't exit the earth over this.... I feel exceptionally sad at the thought of going back into the heart of city life.. I know my family is estatic that I am coming back to KC.. all the while I feel this could be what kills me, having to go back into all that noise with no arms to wrap around me...

It is so silent here and very few people understand why I prefer to sit in silence.....
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Feel like I was sitting in the woods deep in thought and you just walked up and sat down beside me to chat.... feels nice sitting here in front of the fire chatting with you... was thinking, since we are talking about teleporting that you should take that stick, draw a circle and in the center of the circle you should draw a SYMBOL, and we'll see if anyone else shows up.. while we talk..

all this talk about the leap of the edge of the precipice, and flying on faith, transforming that energy into teleportation and Indian sacred dreaming reminds me of a dream from 2000 in which I got my wings, so I had to go look it up and thought I would share:. I call the dream RITE OF PASSAGE. (I'm also thinking about the fact that I burned my journals only to discover that I burned the journals written with my ex husband and then discovered that I still had the journals from Journey to the Edge of the Precipice, which I counted as a sign that I had moved forward from my past.)

It was quite a lengthy dream, so now that I've had a chance to think about it I'm just going to share the whole dream with you.. funny how in the beginning of this dream I thought I was having a nightmare.. This also is a dream about the Indian who walks with me through my dreamworld (In the beginning I thought he was chasing me, bent on killing me.. this is the dream in which I moved past that)

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Rite of Passage!
11/17/00

Was having a dream I was finding somewhat frightening. It seemed some guy had gotten the hots for me and he was making his presence known. The moment I became alarmed was when I received some mail from him. It was my renewal for my tags for my car (the little sticker you get) with two pictures he had taken of me. I could tell this guy had been watching me for some time. In one picture I was sitting on a balcony in California. That was in 1984. In the picture I could clearly see this guy smiling with glee as he captured the picture of me sitting there with my panties exposed. In the second picture it was the same thing. He clearly was taking pictures of me in my most vulnerable position. This picture was taken at least 10 years later!

This was when I became quite alarmed and the dream began to terrify me. Soon after this the dream split into two dreams. In one, I was still in the house but I had begun watching a movie on TV. The movie was very frightening. In the other dream, I was the one living the movie. I saw myself going into the woods. There was also a man going into the woods with me. It seemed he was not so much my ex but he was a ghostlike image of the memory I carry of him with me.

The me inside the house saw my ex fall onto an ax and get back up with it sticking out of his head. The me living the movie knew this was going to happen so when he got close to where the ax lay I yelled a warning for him to stay away from there. But it was too late. I watched in horror as he stumbled to the ground. When he got up, sure enough, there was an ax stuck in his head. I went to him and pulled it out. He seemed to be in a daze.

About this time, the part of me that was watching the movie thought, “Oh I’ve got to turn this off! This horror show is scaring me to death.” As I reached up to turn off the TV the part of me that was living the movie was helping the part of my ex I carry in my memories into a ditch to hide him.

As I was dong this, an old woman and a young sapling appeared. She was an Ancient One, big, and dressed in a gray dress. Her dress had darker streaks and lighter streaks going up and down it. I instantly recognized her as a tree I had enjoyed the pleasure of hugging. Grateful for her appearance I exclaimed, “Oh I’m not scared of you. You are the tree I once hugged.” Relief swept through me as I proclaimed, ‘ Here let me give you a hug!”

She held out her arms to me as I went to embrace her. She told me that all was not as it was appearing in my dream. That this dream was about me and “Cha-che-wo-ah ,” the “Rite of Passage” that I had to pass through to get to where I was meant to be. As she said this, she pointed her finger down a path. But it was like a vision, not a part of this dream. She held out her hand and from her hand stretched out this path that I had to travel to get to my final destination. And this destination felt like home, only there was a veil hanging over my destination and I couldn’t remember ever being there. I just knew that once I got there it would feel like home. And then she said, “This dream is about you and what you must overcome, the path you must now travel to get to the place you were meant to be. (The place that felt like home.) It’s your ‘Rite of Passage.’”

About that time I heard a motorcycle coming. I was still in the mode of feeling frightened, so I threw myself into the ditch with my memory of my ex who still was in a dazed state with an ax in his head.

On the motorcycle was a nice looking, dark skinned Indian man with long hair flowing in the wind as it came out of his helmet. He smiled at me as he drove by. This made think he was the one who had sent me the pictures! I was trying to grasp what the Ancient Tree Spirit had told me, and yet as my terror grew I huddled down in the ditch, thinking the guy was going around to make a pass before attempting to hit me with his motorcycle!

I turned to the Ancient Tree Spirit again and asked her, “This dream is not about someone trying to kill me? This is about my overcoming something as a part of my “Rite of Passage?” She assured me, “This is about you and only you. It is something you must do. It is your Cha-che-to-wah (phonic spelling) your Rite of Passage.”

With that I found myself back in my home. I was in my waterbed. It had just been put up and it was all dusty. I was trying to clean it and make it pretty. There was an Indian figurine I was attempting to clean and put in its place, but it seemed I was over-doing it and that was causing it to change shape. She was becoming more pliable so that soon she was in a very humble position down on her hands and knees.

Then I heard this “Pop!” Then a crackling sound as Eagles wings came out of her back and began to spread open as if she were preparing to take flight!

With this I panicked again! I had made her so pliable in cleaning her that I wasn’t certain she would balance right and by now it seemed like she was trying to upright herself and was stuck in a half upright position. . Like she was still bent over but was only 3 quarters up. And her wings were still spread so it did not seem like she could possibly remain upright!

About that time I realized the memory of my ex was in bed with me and he was struggling against what I was doing because a song was playing that was telling him to go to sleep. I was feeling irritated with him for being in my bed when I was trying to do something so important. But the Ancient Tree Spirits words were reminding me that this was something I must overcome as a part of my ‘Rite of Passage’ and it seemed they were singing my memory of my ex to sleep.
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In this place where I feel like I am doing that Journey to the Center of the Earth, fall down the volcano and the journey is so long I have time to think and make a plan, between that and your teleporting blogs, the memory of the winged ones dreams has surfaced.. I know I am a winged one.. I found 2 other dreams of winged ones while looking for this dream to share with you... (nice that Spirit told me to write a book once I got a computer, because I had gone into my journals and pulled out the dreams..) for some reason this is on my mind as we work on teleportation.. and I am free falling...

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I believe I am dreaming into the future... that these dreams of winged ones... and my unicorn companion walk hand in hand...

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spent the night making a necklace

In the beginning I was feeling distraught because it felt like the seed of hatred had been planted inside my heart, and I am such a creature of love that I could not bear to travel down that path... so I worked on making a necklace to allow the energy to move through me and see where my journey led from there... At first I was babbling raging, but after a while I entered into a more quiet place.. and my mind drifted off to the place of my dreams.. woke up back in the life where I was a mermaid. In that life the villages loved me dearly as they lived on an island that was really a mountain with most of its body submerged beneath the deep. In the side of the mountain was cave that I could swim through that would take me to a place that had an airpocket. the villagers had built a stairway leading down to this airpocket/cave and they would leave me gifts of flowers that I loved dearly. In exchange for the gifts they left me I would guide their fishermen out to the best food.. I loved them dearly and they loved me dearly... I loved those flowers they would leave for me..

woke up realizing that my daughter in law was/is a Siren.. when I saw her posing as a mermaid there in that 'time/space' without a heart...

Last night when I realized a seed of hatred had been planted inside my heart I called out for my sistars to hold me in prayer... woke up to their messages and one about the need to travel through time to find the place where she became heartless... and realized this journey between my son, her, and my grandchildren is about a Siren finding her heart again, or being implanted with the seed of love so that her heart comes back.. or healing... and the writing of the new legends...

In my whole 4 years with her I, of course, saw through time, so this affected her visions (because she is a seer also) except for reasons I couldn't understand back then, every time she saw through time she said it would make her hate herself. She said that everytime she died all of these souls that had become trapped by her would be released, and that she hated who she was as she would be forced to watch 300 or more souls being released from her body through her death... and every time she would looked through time she would see this again and again...

So here we are, realizing that this journey is about a Siren having her heart restored...

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