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New Journal Entry #1

So I’ve been doing this psychic healer thing for a while. I’ve believed in it but not fully- I was living it but like, it was something that was happening to me, not me living it. I’ve never been normal, there isn’t a time that I could chose to go back to and go yeah that’s the good old days when I wasn’t like this. When I wasn’t different. I thought different was bad, that it meant I thought I was better than everyone, that I was better than everyone else, that different things didn’t belong with normal things. If I was going to be different, I couldn’t be with the collective. Fucked up, but history confirms it with all the greats. Different was horrible, all the greats were different, and eventually being great would not end well, but would benefit everyone else. Well if that’s the case, I think I’ll pass. I did pass, for over 20 years I was aware of this. As a child I was aware of this. I never fully acknowledged myself. If I did I’d have to acknowledge that I was great. By no way in a conceited fashion but shit, the parts I didn’t acknowledge are pretty damn great. I now have to accept the rest of that. That I might be exiled in some way. Irony is that I’ve been exiled before in school. I survived that. What does that look like in adulthood? I don’t think that I was ever really fucked up, not like how I thought I was. I’ve had cruel things done to me in my life. What’s more cruel than choosing to only be half yourself, if that much. The ignored gifted child. I’m sorry to myself for that. That was my fault, no one else’s. I neglected myself in ways that I didn’t deserve. Withheld love from myself. I thought I was protecting it. I protected it as well and shoving a plant in a box to keep bugs out, when all you really do is keep out the sunlight and rain it so very much needed. It’s my fault for that. You can’t expect a kid to know that? I knew it, some part of me know it. I don’t hate that part. I don’t want to hate any part of me. I want to trust that part of myself. That if I let it breathe and be fully integrated with myself that it can survive, even if it’s faced with criticism. I’ve only opened the box and said oh there you are, I’m sorry. Which is a start. I’m really sorry, so guilt. Forgiving myself is at the top of the list. I’ve learned just in time so I think it’ll be alright. I’ve got some great shit to do ya know?


Whose idea was this? Our lives up to this point, and everything that we understand about them is a stone cold lie. They say, they say, who is “They” anyway? Love isn’t anything like I or you, thought it was. The love I knew was a lie.

No matter how we are raised we all still grow up with this idea that if we are loved, it’s for a reason. If someone loves you, it’s not real until they can list it in bullet points. It’s definitely not love if looks come anywhere near the first part of that list. Someone has to be smart, treat you well, respect you and do nice things or be a nice person? Sure. Because history doesn’t show that – let’s face it, we all love assholes. Assholes are actually scientifically proven to get a promotion before your nice ass, let me just point out. Someone loves not nice people. I digressed but I had to set the stage because society makes it so easy to believe that you aren’t lovable until someone can make a list on your ass about what’s socially acceptable as lovable. I’m in love. How do I know? I just do. I don’t have a fucking list but I am. Note, I am not referring to abusive relationships or something purely unhealthy here, I refuse to outline what those standards are because frankly, this is not the Hallmark Channel.

Religion contradicts this only slightly. That God loves us because of who God is, not because we’ve done anything to deserve that love. Well, I’m glad God loves our sorry asses? Again, someone loves an asshole, right? However, despite all that love we must still accept God to be close to God and live on- happily mind you, after death. Okay, I can roll with that. We can love someone and not accept them, usually though until we have a list we think makes sense. We’ve seen all the romantic movies, the guy goes on a whole rant about how the girl makes silly faces when she sneezes, eats cereal walking backwards, and dances in her underwear at 11 pm to get ready for bed. That’s unfortunate, what if she changed all of that? You’re telling me when she sneezes normally that’s just the fuck it, huh? Love.

I’m in love with someone and no idea why. Sure, I’m very physically attracted but that’s not what I feel when I look at him- enough of the time. He’s got a silly ass smile that isn’t a Ken doll but gawd does it make me blush at the thought of it. Those things aren’t why I love him though. Those are things that I like. Quite different. I adore every inch of him, even this birthmark he has on his leg he’s tried to cover several times, I don’t give a fuck about it though. Some people say you’re in love because of how the person makes you feel. Meh. I don’t get butterflies, my legs don’t go weak – not every time I see him. I can count those times. People say, I feel comfortable with them, I can be myself. I applaud you, but that’s not it either. Those things I like, I don’t LOVE. I just love him. Can I shrug for my wedding vows? I’ve researched the twin flame thing and yeah he’s my twin. How do I know, I just do. Not everyone gets one. I got one. So the shit was going to be equally special and difficult from the jump. It’s just love. I’m eating a dish and have no fucking idea what’s in it, I don’t care just love what I’m eating. Hilarious because I’m vegan, but you get the point. He could be an entirely different person tomorrow and my love will still be the same. There is this invisible glue I’ve seen that just makes it so we can only go but so far apart, yet I’m not attached- I don’t feel those yuckies of attachment. So what is it? It’s love. Oh but if it were love there would be more of this imaginary societal foundation for it. Hmm not really. He doesn’t have to be anything more or less. Those things are null. They would be nice and probably helpful to a healthy sustaining relationship but they don’t make me love him any more or less. So again, can I shrug for marriage vows? They are going to be really short. I just love. That’s love I think. No lists, no basis in this physical that is always ever changing. That’s truly unconditional.  There are numerous things that we like about people, love though, really doesn’t have a reason, just is. Love is and comes from God. Source, source for all, including love. Love is not an act, one can act out of love, love itself is – it seems to me a state of existence? A state of energy. As we all know, energy is neither created or destroyed, it is transmuted.

People get afraid, “oh, one day you might wake up and that feeling is gone. How do you know it’s real?” Well, dear those people, love transcends time, and space, including the physical and emotional. If your love is in those finite things, how do you know you’re love is real? Mine sits in a place where it isn’t likely to change because nothing is there to change it, nothing can touch it. Things touch your heart everyday, someone can steal that, too. Where my love for this person resides has always been there, like a candle someone came along with a flame to light it. Except the candle never melts and the flame gently burns for all of time and beyond. Hard to imagine? Yeah, so is unconditional love. I’d try to describe it again for you, I don’t think that’s truly possible though. When and if the day comes, I will tell him, because he has no flippin idea. If someone says they love you, you’ll probably go “cool, why?”. I don’t have an answer for him and never will. He’s an asshole on the outside, I doubt that will fly. Love is beautiful and certainly not anything we think it is, in the least bit, what-so-ever. Love is love, no explanation required. If someone says they love you and they don’t give an explanation why and they are clearly searching their mind for the words, give it a minute and enjoy the cuteness, then stop them right there. I think that’s how love at first sight works. You just know. Except I had to see this person several times in numerous situations and throw in some subtle denial. Then one day I was like shit, I’m in love. No, not in love, I just love. I love this person- this human right here, him. Why? Aura shrug, mental shrug, emotional shrug and God smiled. Yeah, I know, play along okay? These are representations people. Ever since then, life has been the same. I’d say it hasn’t been normal but let’s be honest, when has my life ever been normal or close to? No, my life just got a bit more magical. What that experience is like, well that’s up to your interpretation now isn’t it? Is it cliche to end with a question?

Transmission Issues & Banana Peels

I felt alone and all he did was laugh at me. Jesus told me to keep my eyes on him if I look anywhere else, I would see the devil. I’m channeling so much energy right now. I can see the energy of this tidal wave building on the horizon and it’s a lonely human life in my skin sometimes. All those that can channel- truly, will see it and my God is it amazing what’s coming to us. Even as I write this my eyes are watering from the sheer power of God. I can’t focus on anything else right now.

The voices in your head don’t usually tell you you’re crazy, that’s not normal, no. But a man with nice hair in a black suit, well he says all kinds of shit doesn’t he? While my sister spoke to me- cut my off by every 3rd word meaning well, he stood next to her laughing. Said no one would believe me about him, that I was crazy. Seeing people? Well that’s just crazy. I turned my eye to God and Jesus. I know what I felt, what I feel, what I see, what I hear. I will never let Luci call me crazy ever again.

Light workers from the divine operate in areas, arenas, or departments for better reference. I replied to my sister you don’t see him because it’s not your department. I am – “a soldier” my mom intuitively interrupted. Yes, I am. I fight fucking demons and darkness. All while training others to use their abilities and/or fight as well. I always thought I was just a healer. Well, promotions happen on the other side too I suppose. Maybe that was my purpose all along and I’m just not like ohhh, wait now I get it. So yeah, light workers have areas that they are put in. Some jobs are more local, and some are far reaching.

Sometimes the messages come through in a way that make me feel like a malfunctioning robot. Mental stutter, incomplete words, imagine a cd skipping – for those of you who somehow are reading my blog and don’t know what a cd is imagine a radio station you can’t quite pick up – mixed with video game lag. Yah, it’s like that. It’s not fun. Every time I get a message having trouble coming through, I get sick to my stomach, until it comes out of my mouth as words. When I’m less subconsciously resistant, I should hope it flows better. I’m fairly certain that at the moment, I am still currently all over the place, like the worst possible car to pick in Mario Cart with little control left when you make the turns- on the Rainbow board. Is that a regular life issue? Banana peel! Anyways..

I use to hate grounding when I was younger, now I take dat shit like ibuprofen. I actually stopped taking ibuprofen but for example sake I’m using it. It’s your best bet to get through what you’re going through spiritually. Get in your damn body. Sometimes you’ll bring in symptoms of energy channeling in with you. The shakes, chills, headaches (close that crown chakra), aches and pains. I’m no doctor so don’t read this, have a real problem and think that you can ignore it. I’m saying if you’ve never really had these issues and suddenly this is happening for you without any other logical reason, it’s spiritual. Here’s your bill. Good night folks!

Tangible Constantine pt 1

Seeing is believing for most people but what happens when you see and still don’t believe? How do you fix that? We seem to think that we just get thrown into life and things get thrown at us from every direction until we die, thee end. I don’t think that’s quite how it works.

My friend told me to watch Constantine. She’s my human diary for my life and has a pretty grounded outside perspective of my situation. So I painfully watch it. Not because the movie was bad, (it was good) the energy pressure coming out of that thing (and when you are super aware and energy sensitive) could have you passed out on the floor. I kept my palo santo and holy oil handy. Keanu is my husband in another life- beside the point. John Constantine and I had a very similar attitude in our approach to kicking dark evil asses. We do what we do out of some teenage sense of responsibility. Working for the man because we have to, not because we wanted to. I see this shit every day of my damn life but parts of me still felt like I should be evaluated, and I have been- perfectly sane, go fig. I never told the therapists this stuff though. I didn’t tell them that when they spoke to me as a child I saw dark entities behind them in the room. Constantine represents what many people went, are and will be going through, denial. Society does a pretty damn good job of breeding Christian Atheists. Makes people do, not believing in what it is they are doing. All spirituality/religions are guilty of that. In my experience it takes a personal experience to truly have a real core belief, people out here are still “worshiping” out of some level of fear instead of actually  believing, be it family pressure or God sending them to Hell. It’s unfortunate that instead of finding their own way to a spirituality, people are being led, and lets be honest no human on Earth really deserves the full on title of leader. The captain of a sinking ship is still a human on a sinking ship, and it’s simply a consensus that he knows what’s best for those who are also on the sinking ship.

Constantine, like me, was aware of his gifts at a young age. He did what most would do (and I have done). Called it a curse, convince ourselves it wasn’t real, that shit like this doesn’t happen in “real life”. It’s fucked up ya know. Lucifer does something fucked up to us and then gas lights us to believe that we’re crazy for believing it was him. He does it so much, we learn to do it for him to ourselves. Sure, it’s not real, I mean insanity is more believable in today’s world than being spiritually gifted, right? Insanity somehow is more tangible, more “fixable” and in many ways more acceptable in society. A man kills a man, gets insanity plea and suddenly he isn’t as accountable for his actions (not saying that he should or shouldn’t be). Like someone punching you in the back of the head, you can’t prove that it was them but you felt it, it hurt and it wasn’t likely the person next to them. Without solid proof, we just look like babbling idiots screaming on about dark forces. People do attempt suicide, they drink excessively, indulge in sex, or anything else that can take their human mind away from their spiritual mind, because lets face it, who feels like being immersed in this shit all day, right? I had to remember something to get myself back together again (the part two to this, keep an eye out for it). Because when you separate yourself from yourself for so long, they begin to become independent or a part of you becomes dormant, much worse it seemingly dies. Hence adults that vote for- I kid, I kid.

There are going to be many more people waking up to this whole “gift” thing (abilities). It’s only unfortunate because they will have almost no idea where they come from or why they have them. People think it’s “new age” blowing up. No, it’s mass realizations about what being human really is. Guess what though, just like any other skill, like painting or football, some are better at some skills than others. That should be a whole other fun ball game when that phase comes into play. Pokemon battles, psychic spirit kinds though. I surely hope not. It’s not a curse to be this way, I had to ultimately realize. It’s a gift, a talent and a very purposeful one even if it doesn’t always feel that way. Denying it is like denying your right foot because it’s not as coordinated with the rest of you. Yeah, imagine how that looks and works out. Religion didn’t teach me that bit unfortunately, not the way that I needed to hear it anyway. It’s human to do these things. Some can and some can’t but that’s no different than dancing. Some can better than others. Some cut a rug, some simply trip over it.

Constantine eventually realized using his gifts to serve wasn’t enough, he had to willing want to do it, like out of the kindness of his heart. Instead of hating your existence, abilities, and purpose how about you realize that this is not a talent given to anyone, and it wasn’t thrown at you, you chose it, whether you remember it or not you did, every light worker did. So here we are…then the Devil told me to crash my car.


Mom’s Food Tastes Better

People read about the disciples, who actually relates? No I’m not talking about the Devil spilling your cereal this morning. Fuck that. I mean who can really freaking relate? Disciple mumbo jumbo, I get that shit.

I’ve always related to Moses. Here’s a guy like before he’s even years old gets sent up shits creek because his family is trying to keep him from getting whacked by the pharaoh. Then ironically gets adopted into the very family that wanted to whack em. Fast forward he kills a guy (that escalated quickly) and then says fuck it I’m out after finding out the whole truth. He gets lost in the sauce, finds a way to live his life then whammo a fucking bush talks to him. I was just tryna find a lost sheep God, not have my first acid trip today. Bush is like not my problem dude, I got some shit I need to tell you to do. Moses trippin out like nah I’m good, I’m alright. That bush said have a fucking seat, it’s God you freakin idiot, like I made you and you just gone try to skip off. You gon learn today. So like forever later they go back and Moses is asked to do all this shit he doesn’t even personally understand, it’s just gotta get done. God is like, I got you, I just need you to be the vessel. Moses was not fully down with that at first, his brother was in charge now, they all happy to see him, and Moses has to tell him oh yeah so your empire is bullshit – God’s words not mine- and this all needs to fall and end because you’re bullshit for trying to be God – I’m just the messenger- and if you don’t do it, some pretty bad shit is going to happen – again just relaying a message dude.

We all know the story. I relate to this story. I’ve been asked to do things that’s like- can you get someone else to tell this person this message, I’m really not sure if I’m the best one to deliver it? Funny thing is you learn pretty quickly that God is like a parent. Is a parent, actually. You may have the choice to say no to something your mother asks you to do, but is it really a choice? That “no” is a choice synonymous to “will not end well at all”, and then you end up doing it anyway- the hard way.

I’ve had the voice like thunder. You feel it like you are hearing with your entire body- brings you to your knees, and then you cry because of the pure power, not even just what is being spoken to you. Electricity, pure and true like the very fabric of existence just intercepted your whole reality matrix. The disciples were very human. I totally get all those weird ass examples of Holy encounters, because how else do you explain it? You cannot, hence passages that are weird as fuck because if I don’t have the words in year 2018 (I have an extensive vocabulary) how could they? Then, they not only had these experiences, they were told to tell others, which just cracks me up. I’d have to ask for like a format template or something, can I get some spark notes to start from before I write this experience God? No? Well I tried…”Suddenly a sound like a mighty rushing wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. 3They saw tongues like flames of a fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. 4And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.…” Act 2:3. That’s how you end up with these kinds of descriptions. I’ve written an essay thus far in this post and still at a loss of how to portray the experience and I am a creative writer people.

Before I complain why me? I know it’s a lot for a vessel to take. I hold very large and vast amounts of energy in my body and still God’s voice throws off all my frequencies for hours. It’s not for everybody. This is the voice that makes mountains shake. The power behind it could easily have people believe God’s a man, but in comparison of “properties” God’s voice is like water. Colorless, gender-less, sexless, it just is, in the purest form of being. It’s a blessing to hear God, but does anyone understand what that entails? Do you know how difficult it is being a human and having these experiences? I was at work the last time this happened to me, because trivial stuff like our little societal rules does not matter to God they way it matters to us. It does not. It’s like watching kids playing house, and you interrupt to tell one to wash the dishes or pick up their clothes. Authority has overruled all of where ever you were in life, in your pretend life (another story). I get it Moses. I’m like you, it’s a hard love, a hard road, and a hard life to do these things. You are being asked by the very fiber maker of your existence to do something for them and you look around like- so you just gon to ignore these billions of other options and ask me- equivalent to your mom asking you and not your sibling to get the remote off the table for them- that they could easily get themselves mind you, but you gotta get it. Plot twist though, then your mom turns to a channel where your favorite movie is just beginning, and she asks you to sit next to her on the couch, have half her sandwich and you get to drink some of her pop (mamas stuff always taste better). In those moments, you’re so happy and so loved you could cry because you were chosen. While getting the remote seemed to suck at the time you were first asked, deep down you know, you’d have it no other way. Thanks for asking me.

Peter Parker

Did Peter Parker feel more like he was really Spider-man or did Spider-man feel like he was really Peter Parker? Then I lost all my nails.

I don’t read the comics enough to know, I did watch the cartoon series coming up though. I didn’t really see a sense of loss identity in the cartoons or him identifying with one or the other. I picked Spider-man because he was “normal” before receiving his gifts. He was already a person established here. I was a kid and always could do something extraordinary, I didn’t think it was until I realized other kids didn’t interact with the rest of the world like I did. Oh you guys don’t see all this energy around us? Solid. Well, then I became Spider-man. Through my child years I realized not only did people not see what I saw, humans don’t talk about it- like at all. It’s just not human. Thanks to society muting our abilities, making us think humans are ordinary I grew up thinking that I was anything but human. If I wasn’t human, then what was I? Tough questions for a kid. I was Superman. An alien from another planet, a warrior soul coming back to this world (still could be), but I had a secret identity now. One that could never be revealed because if anyone found out that I wasn’t human again that never ends well for the nonhuman entity. I had a choice: come out with these abilities or hide them behind “normal glasses” hoping people won’t put two and two together and realize what I may have really been. I did this for an extreme amount of time. Christians told me abilities came from the Devil, they neglected to mention John 14-12: “I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me, can do the same miracles I have done, and even greater things than these will you do.” Everyone seems to forget. I wasn’t exactly on the best terms with Jesus/God so yeah. Whatevs.

I met up with a friend and during the course of our conversation Lucifer showed up in the doorway of my healing space for people. I told ya’ll about that blessing oil right- yeah. Let’s just say my friend brought a friend with him and was completely unaware and I couldn’t tell him (for many reasons). Although he and I sat still and mostly just made uncomfortable eye contact about our unhealthy friendship (long story), my spiritual focus was on fighting darkness. My friend eventually left, I had to sage, I even reapplied the oil over my door. My nails had been “mysteriously” and oddly broken from prayers that I was saying for other people (I’ll get to this later). I got in my car and cried on the way to my sisters house. Feeling like I couldn’t go a day without a spiritual battle. I’m aware of the times we are in but for fucks sake can I just something normal? One fucking day. It doesn’t work like that and I still fight invisible battles in and around people they have no idea is going on. That friendship ended, as it was time. I clipped the rest of my beautiful long nails (no exaggeration my nails grow weird quickly and beautifully). I also have very small hands part of why my nails were kept long – so you know, I’d look like I have adult hands. Anyway, nailess and one less friend and I was frustrated with life a bit. Cutting my nails represented starting over, something that I don’t really do. It would seem my hand was forced…yes I totally said that to be dad joke funny.

So am I still Spider-man? I, myself, would argue that they are one in the same, it’s just presenting two sides of the same coin, just at different times. Was Spider-man necessary? If you wanted to live two separate lives, yeah makes total sense. I don’t want to live two separate lives anymore. That shit is exhausting, you start being two separate people and that’s not fun for either, lemme tell you. Just one- one life is good for me where I’m at. I’m not Superman, I’m not an alien (I mean I could be- beside the point). I am a human with what I personally consider very human abilities. Do people really think we’re just “meat bags”? (Thanks Bender from Futurama). I don’t want to be Spider-man. I just want to be me and me happens to have have other senses/abilities most humans aren’t familiar with just yet. I’m Peter Parker, just some kid who got dealt a different hand in life and hoping society can accept that one day….You know what? Fuck that I’m Professor X if I’m choosing people. Oh you didn’t know? I train people with abilities too. That’s a whole other story. I have like a Barney bag of abilities I can pull out of this vessel. I’m still very human though and still very me. Finally.

Holy Crap, It Really Works!

I didn’t understand praying over your food, before sleep, holy oil- none of it. What point did it serve? Do they even make a difference. Turns out they do, and not just when I eat something questionable. I did once recently though. I’m vegan (for many spiritual reasons) and I went to try something processed, new and vegan. Lawd- “Please let this food nourish me, uplift my soul and energize my body for the good of your kingdom”. I didn’t think I would die eating it, I just didn’t think my stomach would appreciate it as much as not being hungry at the time. Sure enough I was fine. I was not only fine but the crap of a sandwich I threw together was friggin delicious. Well I’ll be! Going forward I prayed over my food. It tasted better, digested better too. I’ve thought, maybe I’m just speaking positive juju over my food. Either way, my stomach and taste buds are happy. I now pray over food and pray extra over questionable food. Hell, I might start praying over my rum and cokes.

Right so, nightmares and getting halfway stuck in my body while traveling ( I astral travel a lot in my dreams). I asked Archangel Mike a couple times and he helped but the real game changer was getting right in myself with letting the light in. So I did a bedtime prayer for a bit and soon it turned into just making sure my energy was “in the right place” before sleep. The prayers worked surprisingly. It’s funny, we are told to do this and that but how many of us have actually experienced why? We say bedtime prayers because our spirit is closest to the spirit realm during sleep and Freddy Kruger aka Lucifer or any darkness can interfere with us there too- not only just in case you might kick the bucket with your eyes closed. Who fucking knew right?!

Communion- shots and bread right? Let me tell you how I had my mind blown. Holy Spirit lives in my body, (dis a whole’nother story) so I thought I’m automatically clean. I lay hands, I’m a healer so I’m automatically good. Wrong. So wrong. I looked with my energy eyes and saw the light in me was covered in muddy looking dirt stuff. I was like da fuq is going on? I reported to church as I sometimes do (whole’nother story too) and it was communion time. Sparing you a longer story, came time to ask God/Jesus (mah teacher) for forgiveness. So I did for all things known and unknown. Immediately the light shined bright again and the dirt disappeared. I did a clairvoyant double take. So you tellin me dat this really clears us up? Especially as a healer?! The I broke the cracker, drank the grape juice- recommitting myself. Dude, I was on fire- the good fire, not the pits of Hell because of my terrible sense of humor that would probably get me in trouble. My light shined. You know all those pictures of the Spaniard guy who is supposed to be Jesus and the light shines out his chest, yes. Carebear stare. Okay so there is something energetic to all of these things. It’s not crap. People just do it and don’t know why. I’m assuming if someone is not a healer it still purifies the light within them that we all have in one form or another.

Holy oil. I have many examples. I’ll give one. I’m writing an entry not a book and honestly I should be working. I’ve seen Lucifer come in many places including church. Sharp looking handsome fellow, the best tailored black suit you will ever see, fresh to da gawds. What can we say he is an angel remember? So I’m in my Hangout nonprofit space talking to a woman who sister gets terrorized by this prick. I turn during the conversation and this fool is outside the doorway of my space, but he could not enter. I wondered why. The next day my open sign keeps falling down while my friend and I are talking outside the door way. I look up and see something dripping. What the hell is that? I touch it and see the oily cross on the door that I had placed there months ago. Months. In warmer weather- months ago, and it’s just now dripping. My friend and I looked at each other and said oh, he tried it didn’t he? He couldn’t come in because I blessed the space, windows and all. I suppose this heart and healer was true enough.

I’m noticing more and more of the why there are certain spiritual “rituals” that we do. They shouldn’t be rituals, practiced for the sake of what we’re supposed to do as Christians, rather done because they help us in our spiritual walks to live easier, spiritually safe lives. This is a tough business fighting the forces of darkness, can’t think that they would leave us unarmed I suppose. In any case my mind was blown. I did because I thought it was “necessary” then I stopped because I didn’t see the logical reason, now I do because dat shit will change your life especially when you’re a light worker. I don’t know if you have to be Christian for these things to work for you, though honestly. That’s another label for a set of somethings we’re “supposed to do” instead of just so happening to be doing the act simply because it’s real in the field out chea. “Be watchful at all times”.  Good looking out God, you the real MVP. Till next time ..