Toward a World that Works for Everyone
“You know … it could be so easy with all that is going on to just become a recluse. Many feel this way and unless things change … the great ‘unpricked’ cannot go anywhere in public anyway, so reclusive lifestyle is suiting many. Just keeping themselves to themselves.” (1) I just realized this morning that […]
Since seeing the two-handed script of my Mom and Dad arguing, I’ve been watching my moods, my inner chatter. (1) I’m seeing that the impact on me of watching their heart-breaking conflict, day in and day out, or whenever I ventured out of my room, (2) was way beyond what I’ve seen so far. For […]
Seeing the script I have playing – and the discoveries that it’s leading to – is like an earthquake in my life. (1) And it’s led to numerous aftershocks. It’s opened the door for me to complete the cycle of domestic abuse that occurred in our household. It’s led to me see the identity I […]
Time to return to preparation for Ascension. As an Ascension ethnographer, I’m only writing partly for our own culture and civilization. Many civilizations all over our universe are probably also ascending, perhaps even as we speak. Michael has mentioned other Ascensions in discussing my next assignment: Steve: When will I … have my original dimensionality […]
I’ve been walking around triggering myself for a while now. And if I walk the trigger back, I find that I’m disappointed in myself (Mother). I’m disappointed because I reacted to some forgotten thought with irritation, anger, aggressiveness, or some negative attitude (Father). I have my Father and Mother endlessly arguing in my head. The […]
(Concluded from Part 1, yesterday.) I had such a classic example of old programming going off this morning, exactly as I was working on this article. I have to relate it here. A friend phoned earlyish in the morning and asked me a favor which was at the limits of inconvenience. I said “no,” but […]
I’d like to make a distinction between objective fact and subjective interpretation. The worst I ever did was steal a chocolate bar. OK, a tin of rock candy too. For both of which I was caught and disciplined. That’s an objective fact. Apart from those cries for help (my father was hitting my mother), I […]
