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its-a-madworld · 3 years
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Whether we know it or not, we were given a golden opportunity with this quarantine time to work on our lives. This was the time to do self inventory, look at our lives and change what needed changing. We were graced for a period to improve relationships, our view of ourselves in relation to others and mull over how we can contribute to the population by being a manifester and generator rather than merely a consumer.. Our hearts have been tested...kind of like Maat, goddess of the underworld weighing hearts against a feather for entrance to Shambala, Paradise,or heaven...whatever you wish to call it but this has been to decide who gets to go to the "West World. There is a major culling about to take place when the magnetosphere goes off which will "rapture" the vast majority of the population, vaporizing living creatures whose hearts are closed. We need the magnetic force in our chest to survive the event. It resonates as the same HZ as Mother Earth. Sorry, it's not the rapture folks. It happens every few thousand years when the planets are aligned for it. I think it is probably what happened to the Atlanteans as well as the Aztecs and Mayans. Some say it is a change in leadership from the House of the Golden Dawn to the House of the Phoenix.
Next comes the Supernova of the Blue Kachina which will scorch all of the earth, so you would need to be inside the earth for safety. They have been watching our efforts online. Think about just how addicted you have been to your phone. Also, they have been listening through the devices that have microphones.
Now is the time to work on our weaknesses, increase our social awareness and service and take care of our bodies. This time was a gift, period.
How would you grade yourself?
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The gate beckons. The question is, What lies on the other side and will the gate be locked behind you if you try to leave...
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There's nothing else quite like it.
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The Realm of Possibility - David Levithan (photo by heartsbend)
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Truth....
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Godesses of night in paintings
Auguste Raynaud (French, 1854–1937)
Auguste-Alexandre Hirsch (French, 1833-1912)
François-Léon Bénouville (French, 1821-1859)
Americo Pedro (Brazilian, 1843-1905)
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I am on a path I never foresaw. I am utterly confused, looking for the correct path. I pray I end up where I was created to be.
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Ahhh, books. I forgot books....
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It's the little things. Someone watching behind them to make sure you are keeping up, making more treats when they have finished them...unlearning being self absorbed is a struggle to say the least but what good are all the trials if you can't learn from the lessons the universe sends your way?
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starchild…✨
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Why we have no room for pedophiles in a New World.
The damage done from sexual abuse is devastating to say the least. The data concerning young boys and girls in this sphere is beyond shocking. 1 in 4 girls and one in 3 boys are thought to be sexually abused during childhood. The ramifications of such abuse are horrifying. I often catch myself thinking of my Dad and telling myself that it was "just" inappropriate touching since he didn't penetrate me. Then I look at exactly the ruin this caused in my life and clearly see what an asinine question that really is. Doctors ask it, so do pastors. That should tell you something. These guys are the professionals aren't they? It insinuates that if penetration did not occur you can't possibly have suffered much for it having been done...I truly think there must be a better way to ask questions...TBH, I don't see the need for the question at all. The rest of the story will come on its' own.
When I finally spoke out to my Mom I was 17. Her question was exactly that above and since there was no penetration, it was no big deal and the topic was immediately dropped.
This, I think is where my brain got caught up. This is where my amygdala went into overdrive and my hippocampus started shrinking. This is where some of the real brain damage occurred. I will clarify what I mean by that later. This thing with my dad started around age 12. My mom went out all the time with "friends". I would get home from school and if I didn't immediately see her upon entering the house, I would run to the bathroom. If she was there putting her makeup on my adrenaline would race and I would go into a panic because I knew I would spend the entire evening avoiding and dodging my dad whom I loved dearly. His attention was everything to me. He started asking for back rubs every evening and he insisted on giving them to me. His hands always came much to close to my private areas...grazing them, making me feel sick and frozen. When he got the back rubs he moaned and groaned like crazy.. He was in only his underwear. When he had enough of a rub, he would stand up, never facing me and trot to the bathroom, never turning around. This happened EVERY time. Yet, I preferred giving a back rub to receiving one. When he started doing this he had no idea of the utter betrayal it was. There he was...I could have all the attention in the world...if...kind if like my life feels now.
More later.
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I WILL decide my ending.
“The opposite of recognizing that we’re feeling something is denying our emotions. The opposite of being curious is disengaging. When we deny our stories and disengage from tough emotions, they don’t go away; instead, they own us, they define us. Our job is not to deny the story, but to defy the ending—to rise strong, recognize our story, and rumble with the truth until we get to a place where we think, Yes. This is what happened. This is my truth. And I will choose how this story ends.”
— Brené Brown, Rising Strong
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I wonder who has been changed through robotics and AI and doesn't know yet?
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Recycling
For the first time in my life, I am being conscientious about recycling. I never understood that this was part of being a good steward of society. We have come to a major crossroads...the Southern Cross if you will...We need to decide what is of value to our communities. It's time to rid ourselves of old belief systems that have caused divisiveness that no longer serve us. It's also time to take a look at many things we threw to the wayside and promote unification if we wish to continue as a species.
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Looks a bit like the fast mover.
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