Around the corner, just a few blocks north of 1st, I met a woman outside my favourite deli. I had taken my time strolling up the drive, stepping my feet to the rhythm of the various beats, when my headphone suddenly slipped out of its ear just in time for her words to resonate above the city noise I drowned out.
“It is my intention to speak the truth!”
She referred to my headphones—that my smile was what grabbed her intrigue. That the music was contributing to my happiness—that I’ve already accomplished step three!
I hadn’t noticed there was a smile on my face. Normally when I walk I am fairly subdued. However, I did investigate the tattoo on her forearm of a snake eating its own tail. It is a return to an ancient tribal mentality, she explained, where nobody goes hungry and everybody gets cared for. She told me we must return to our ancient knowledge in order to move forward.
Move forward!
Her name was Simoa and a few years back she had drowned with her son in her car when it veered into a lake. Messengers came to her and gave her a plan and in turn she became our catalyst for change.
I listened intently as she spoke clearly and confidently of angels and aliens, science and medicine, God and the Self… She spoke of her child; cradling him underwater in her car, spoke of the voices and the life she helped save. She gave word to the three ways each of us can fire our grid: random acts of kindness, gratitude, and the music that makes us heal! “Write down the cause of your joy! Embrace it as you own the right to do!” She reassured us there are enough resources in the world for everyone to share. That the global council will oversee the building of communities getting what they need. She asked: what do you have to lose on taking the chance of finding your joy for just one hour? The energy will be showered on top of us all. Millions and millions of us blazing the way to change! What do you have to lose when you realize there is no suffering! No more pain! That sin is a concept created by man.
Her story was power that dozens of us were drawn forth to hear. No longer just a self-proclaimed prophet with a doubtful spiel, the longer she spoke the more the message became clear. Energy. For centuries now we have been living in misery brought on by fear. State and religion both had chewed us up and taught us to forget to embrace pleasure…love…gratitude…. Positive thought.
Make no room for negativity. Positive thought is powerful thought!
Here I assumed it’d be another ordinary day, but soon realized that nothing is ever boring on the street on which I live. Mothers and their small children, men with their dogs, twenty-somethings on their bikes or skateboards, elderly couples and teenagers alike, men and women on motorcycles, tourists with coffee cups, more people stood and nodded their heads while Simoa reminded us all that we still have free will to think.
“Be the change you want to see. Change it! A new earth. A new frequency. A new humanity! Do you want to change things?”
Channel the positive and only that, so easy and primal, influential and in desperate need.
Trust only self-empowerment! Bury sin in its own womb. Spread the word and repeat: I am going to help make change. I want the world to improve.
I am going to help make change.
I want the world to improve.
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Ldm
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