Living your truth isn’t easy, but I just don’t see another way to be truly happy in this world. Material things are empty. Vanity is superficial. Power is fleeting and promotes superficial and temporary allegiance. I’m obviously generalizing for ease of making my point but it seems to usually be the case with these things.
Meanwhile living your truth, while scary and full of it’s own consequences is the most beautiful thing one can do and the most uplifting for one’s own soul and life journey as well as for the world itself.
I speak out about chemtrails or weather engineering (as they now want it to be referred to), government corruption, vaccines and pharmaceutical evilness, pesticides, bigotry, sexism, gender ideology, religious and general hatred, hypocrisy and violence. I put myself in the crosshairs of big players with no scruples and more money and power than I can even dream of. Why?
Because I simply can’t be the quiet as a mouse, never complains, just wants to fit in, just wants to be liked girl again. Fuck that shit!! Hate me. Kill me. Fuck me. Rape me. This life means nothing without truth. It barely means anything with the truth. Truth is all that is relevant to me. I must live mine. I hope I am allowed to live mine. That’s all I want, but I know that isn’t always permitted.
I was talking to the naturopath who doesn’t advertise or have a website or any social media presence. He is strictly word of mouth because of fears and not unsubstantiated ones unfortunately. I was telling him about a doctor I had heard about 20 years ago who was curing cancer with sound waves. He knew exactly who I was talking about.
He told me that doctor (forgot his name) had made the “mistake” of successfully curing breast cancer in 20 women in a row and that men in black suits came and burned down his clinic, threatened his life and left him a dysfunctional alcoholic who never practiced again. They destroyed his life’s work. Now if we are to believe this story who are the men in black? Government or pharmaceutical agents or? So intriguing.
I don’t know. I don’t care. I can only do me. Frankly I’m more scared of the powers beyond this world than the powers in it. All that can be done here is the death of my body. The death of my spirit is something I would have to allow and well…. fuck that shit.
I have to believe….. I choose to believe that even one day lived out loud is worth a million lived as a half zombie. We live in a world of Karma. We live in a world of good and evil. I didn’t create this world. I’m not really sure about being able to change it, so I just go one person at a time trying to help those I can where I am in the world….if I even can do that.
So, I’m just going to find happiness doing what I am doing and being who I am being and let the rest settle itself as it is meant to.
I still have to figure out what the heck I’m doing in life. For now I’ll stick to my name, it was after all given to me for a reason I suppose. I don’t need any titles to justify living my life and being myself. Do I? Nope. I definitely don’t.
Enjoy the beautiful day.