I am listening to The Beatles
Here There Everywhere and crying on the bus… I am of good feeling straight, great, clean, calm cos everything is real in my intracellular operating systems… I can cry for all the things I haven’t done & all the things I will do.
Onwards & upwards… fight the beast… the demiurge… the mass psy-ops backlash criminality that wrecks destruction within all hearts & minds devoted to universal multi faceted sentient beings..
Fight the Deepstate shadow government secret services hi jacked in 1913-15/33/62/71/ consecutively
It’s time to stand up
Drain the swamp
Kill the beast
Through higher powering up using the alchemy of our beloved
Bowie, Mary, Cathars, purity, strength in self determination self development self awareness self LOVE
Honour thy self thy busy thy greatest work be done.
They those mother fuckers killing our mother, our father, our children, our environment
Will not cross into my territory
My sweet heaven upon earth
My garden Of Eden
My knowledge that the sword of flames protects me from their repetitive Skull Duggery games
Their cloak & dagger shrines
Their 322 degree sacrifices killing the children with their lies
Their blood letting
Their Time Is Up!
Stand up man
This Mother Earth requires you strong
Clear heartfelt energetic
Wake up children time to get up
Shields protecting on
Feet on the ground earthing listening intuition alert connected to crown chakra
Gods consciousness Bird population harbinger
Listen listening listeners
Music might’ve higher frequencies
Mercy lord that we listen in
Turn off mainstream
Vices and virtues
The be all and end all
Automatic, robotic, self-centred and war factoring
We all need to concentrate on our own self realisations
Not the Corporatocrocy and mind manipulations
Man know thyself
Become graffiti artists, become activists,
good and bold, strong, young and old
We must learn detachment from the emotional fearing of attachment that binds us to our materialism
our wants and needs and so causes catastrophic deaths and makes us bleed for attention
However when we break down in our traumas and self-centred minds
we break through to our higher power and our universal Divine whys
Do not fear the unknown, walk with your heart and soul together
For then you will realise your wisdom does ascend for the better
Here on earth we are all so blessed,
feeling our five senses that push our buttons and so put to test our own inventions
Our defects, our ungratefulness
Our hurting and our immense dependency that allow our most honest and authentic ascendency
You go to work, you get up, you go to work ,you are dead
How do we see the beauty in all that is void, empty and so infinite
And there right upfront of you is all that you’ll ever need should you look
You manifest your life, your drama and your strife
You vibrate your formulations and your life
You are what you eat, you are all that you feel within the principles of conflict that all men desire harmony, peace, equilibrium, right adjustment leading to appropriate behaviour
Right thinking therefore leads to right doing
Man is now in his transfiguration that uncovers the lower fields of matter, sexual orientation, desire and suffering
All are now feeling Christ consciousness
All will alight from their darkness and grim consuming of discourse gratifications
All will understand their pain and sufferance
and so all will be touched to align with the Lord of the world and therefore the creator himself,
The group initiation via the fifth ray and spiritual triad via the antahkarana is constructed essentially as the energy of the light bearer
To the light of the logos from high contact to lower plane concerns
And thus we grow into perceptive forms
Even after the gracious storms
Man know thyself
With you in the world my life has sky rocketed high frolicked
Broken down I’m great piles of mess
Rock bottomed and bloomed
I have discovered every single multidimension upon each crest of wave past present now fallen
Up the mountains
Down the rocky slopes
Shagged plenty of hard viral blokes whilst toking and taking
Laughing and faking
Rustling in my awakening
Heart in hand ego floored pinned to the ground
Over and up down dirty and blue
I’m toilet language dressed in vintage second hand too
I have you in the world and that is all the love I ever need
Thank you !
All my life I was a high seeker of approval from a childhood of neglect & poverty consciousness…I went into the life of living in London with no family support & a lot of emotional wreckage- nonetheless I intuitively always did things my way and throughout my journey I began to unravel the terror of my own inner calling & all the external factors that dominated my own self loathing & extraordinary powerful wonder at life on Earth. I have now seen how all of us are fear led by a set of outside influencers from family, schooling, television and multimedia to the State, institutions & business models that have left me powerless and powerful.
This is my own unique reminder of how it weakened my cause for a tremendous life & the individuals I’ve met who are legends for being and living outside the box.
As I am blessed to be here in the world, I have realised my purpose that aligns to all things Organic, local & seasonal & that we come from the soil so we should really start demanding the food we eat is clean and that how we live as individuals isn’t dominated by then and us, Black or white, labour or Tory, democrats v replublicans, as the old duplicitous model demands one or the other..or else….I have broken down hundreds of times self awarely realising that my individual who I am is sovereign and I am thoroughly assured that whatever happens I am blessed with high vibratory outcomes from choosing a unique coordination of how and whys…
I am reading the most extraordinary book right now written in 1972 called The Secret Life Of Plants…it’s cemented my self belief in sentient life and energy beams that transcend the ridiculous dumbdowning, grotesque processed, mass intensive food erosions we eat in the name of feeding the world, and with that, this book has surplanted my innate gifts to furthering my relationships with being here on Mother Earth.
I am aware I’ve been a sloth in many parts of my life hiding my talents through fear alone. Fear has been a major undercurrent that has strangled my attempts to be epigenetic and original in my own nature.
I have trembled and fallen every single time I felt the breath of god upon me that tingled, sparkles and brought me to potential success in all my hairbrained schemes and not so…
I’ve struggled with nicotine & alcohol that I would use to block my potency and life giving force as I’d tell myself I am not worthy of being the best. I’ve stumbled plenty of times on my trajectory to seeking souls to love me and for me to love.
I have no illusions anymore about government & business working hand in hand to hinder the individuals right to govern their own wondrous paths.
The church, the state, corporations & institutions have all clubbed together a false lower vibratory mindset to keep one from rising high, and deplugging from the matrix.
Either or, I read artists like Jon Rappoport who is a good thinker who seeks his own imagination that doesn’t fuel fearesque tactics daily under the hypnotic trance of buying into mass hysteria.
I do not feel anything other than intrigue, curiosity and wonder that as my daughter opens the windows towards the light in the tropics, I feel honestly grateful for even knowing what I know.
I have a raft of individuals of whom I disclose my humane vulnerability to and accept that I like many, love being involved in groups that match my frequency such as going to a party with a purpose like raising awareness around the increasing worries of synthetic food & Pharma, the awe fullness of deforestation & mass acidification in the environment that are tripling human & natural disasters to health & wellbeing, and the constant grip the government & banks have on usury systems to abstract your hard working efforts to paying for a very dubious accounting game.
I’m an Individual that thanks the crazy way my parents gave me such good bloodlines bathing me in vital organs and intracellular multidimensional factors that stand up for Mother Earth & Father Sky and the movement of fire, wind, water fixed and fusion to earth, metal and ether. That I am elemental and mystical as I remember to dream in my waking up.
I have so many gifts that have frightened me and confused me. Complexity and complimentary are who I am. And so as I look upon the year just gone, I mark my breath with a sigh in-breath and gasp and shake and nod and plod upon the way I went this day.
2017 started then a French trip that blasted me back into my beloved nicotine and weed, coming up to my senses in June, I stopped all things including caffeine, I fell at the hurdle and soon got back in to canoodle with my age old scene back on nicotine, from there on I remember Dark Mountain in Schumacher, Siddington point to point, gay, abandoned, family forging ahead in a fantastic new fam light, jobs forging from apres France working with legends; therapeutic leading to self mastery of saying No, more to come on that one, then old passions returning, the Men start showing their potential for opening my box of love again more to come!
Spain in summer with the ugly ness of shit floating on the Mediterranean that left me poo pooing the effects of our pollution, swimming with bubbles of Brown effluents. Returning straight to the Kemble Train & my darling brothers 50th partayy….followed my lechlade river boating splashing and so much laughing! Onwards to Somerset for walks and much babminton, tor Mandela mystical inward onto a gentle tribal countryside pub Birthday hub, watery themes, Buddha dharma sanga deepest Devon with jimmy Frost and my brother. Separation, investigation, wondering should have I stayed or should have I left. Of which the latter was the choice. Back to carnival and onto the garden party, sparkly, magical, aligned and theatrical. The beautiful people. Into autumn trauma and tribal upheavals for all hands on Dec. Back to
Someerset. And so Campfire, Union Chapel, food festival and fear..introspective as I resound a loud cheer. Lessons for learning. Humility fork attuning. New and old friends returning. Less said better ahead…onwards to the ultimate tests of readressing the past tense, waking up each morning, not reaching for a rollup but rather seeking new old projects for my dreaming to come into the physical plain, not seeking approval, and hanging with well negative people, and dropping my masks revealing my glorious pasts as I present my presence with preceptorial miaisms! Ya!
2018… The doggie gates opening….friends, communities are all reengaging in blasting the old paradigm out into deep space memory as we strive to remember our individual differences are so much more biodiverse and not bland and boring, low sucking and warmongering. Unconditional love to all things present and living, animal cruelty stopped in a nano second, as we all push forward from fear to complete open minded enthusiasm and utterly uniquely passionately driven! Ya on with the revolution for rejecting plastic, intensive chemicals that cause wholesale harming from mental breakdowns to inflammatory cancerous carcinogens, and those creeping feelings of not good enough and scaredy-cat as I hold onto my hat. I should know. I’ve worked hard on my shadowy sides, interpretations and lies, and I can honestly say, as words pour out of me daily, you are your own insider your own choice decider, life is for intrepid and interested journey makers, when you’re blocked look at what feeds you, as my daughter says: when I eat good clean foods, I automatically become in a good place and mood.
Stop getting distracted by the plugged in matrix
Swich off your telly
Go befriend those that are lonely and isolated
Press forward tentatively with your own myths and story telling
Be self caring, loving and open minded
Feel your fear anyway as you laugh and cry everyday
Read good books as you take a good look around your own place and remember you’re ace!
Take off each mask you put on to hide your whose who..,
Inward intracellular multidimensional light walking feather light, indigenous tribe of humanity
Seek to the mountain top
Stop your internal external dry rot
Raise your whole game and think not
Of the sham 69 that the systems Devine’s as sane and bland, boring and unkind. We are not two sides yes or no, in or out, yet the third way is ancient ancestral and authentic
As my father would say: you left the gate open you stupid cow! Ah daddy !
Oh my god I think I’ve written a good blog! Sort of…lol….
Little Clusters of emotional bombs
taking up time, feeding a fractionated mind
madness in clinging to the old parts of people pleasing
Remembering that little girl who piped up words to the adults, please take notice
creating an intense separation inside
crushing the ability to suffering shadows
dressing inner purity hiding down in an attic somewhere
with coping behaviours taking a distinct turn
wishing to be ever so good, pretty, held
only it is on pause
A magpie takes little things from there and here,
being held in a sort of social engineering
seaward bound into an esoteric ocean
which becomes real meaning
Once the voice to wish our selves well,
breaks through the deep old well
as the death of a child becomes a fantasy teenager
rhythmically life takes over
Legs opened, heart warm plenty for all, just so long as that smile keeps glowing
carrying on in a same sort of breath
Later, in the muddling years, does the movement rudder break forcing
the clattering wooden vessel to repair
her sails come down to be repaired and cleaned
the work can truly begin
Even from that acting up one bows down to growing up,
ready to let go seeds a scattering
wide nets full of hope,
wishing mantras everywhere,
blown with the wind in her neatly mended souls
o everything, anyone who will listen
feel their natural part in this correlation
Should see upon their shore, a little girl crying to herself,
Hold out your hand, reach deep into your heart
united by our duty to hold each other;
Be warned to listen inwardly to a voice that is
takes up hold of the small thing,
a child is left no longer wondering alone, broken hearted
all can reach out holding her hand
as she walks feeling familiar ground
noticing a crowd
of elders, willing her to come
She will sleep well tonight
All will be done
Mia Manners Feb 2017