This morning I woke from a sequence of visions that were very clear to me and not even worth writing out. The first two visions had to do with me covering for people who wanted to do things privately regarding their own health without interference from others. I understood this in the visions and was cool with letting these folks do what they felt was best for themselves; my feeling being that they weren’t asking for my involvement in any real way. Then in the last vision, I kicked the crap out of Dad once again due to his “know it all”, Slick Willy Knows Best, attitude and woke from the vision as I was placing my foot on his throat.
It is clear to me that Dad will be reaching out again, soon. This time I will not be answering the call. He can email me if there’s a real problem.
I wouldn’t put it past him to show up unannounced on my doorstep, either. But there’s no law that says I need to answer the door. “The next few days shall be interesting.”
In all honesty though, if he can inform me via group text that my mom has passed, he can do everything else with me via email with as little contact as possible. My trust is broken, “This time for good.”
There really is no safe space for me. The people around me are so caught up in their own drama, leaving me with a strong impression that their own worlds are on the brink of falling apart the way they talk.
And we all now know where we stand with even the United States Government. If you can’t walk away from a conversation with any certainty that folks feel like they have even fifty percent control of their own situation, let alone trust that your government is going to do right by you, what do you have beyond yourself?
Women are good for sex. People in general are good for conversation from time to time. But beyond that, there’s always going to be a question mark as to whether or not anyone will be able to deliver on what they say they can do when help is needed. “I require more than words.”
I already know that most agencies can’t follow their own guidelines and the law in general except when it’s convenient for them to do so. Sex is a tool, promises are empty threats, guidelines are for political means or persecution, religion is all about control, health care of any kind is simply for profit, and people like me are simply a token to be used to satisfy someone else’s greed if not lust for power in general. “DEI and Accessibility policies are meaningless.”
But I do have tools to navigate all of this crap. Many will disapprove of my attitude with regard to their usage going forward. But, given the lack of ethics within even my own family, “It just doesn’t matter to me anymore.”
I’ve begun letting the Waerloga within me come out to play in full. I’ve stopped holding back. I will continue to do the right thing where I can. But the things I feel appropriate to attempt manifestation of against the treacherous, greedy, incompetent, and prejudiced around me, “God help them all.”
Of course, if the witch within is indicating I need to back off, I shall. But, where it’s plane that my path is clear to return the abuse, I’ve received at the hands of another 10X, “I will cheerfully do so.” After all, isn’t that what the American version of Equality and Justice for All is about in society these days?
But what will this look like for those who continually screw me around? If it feels like the elements of the earth have risen up against you, “Remember how you’ve moved against me.” If your car and other appliances or devices you consider to be basic life essentials have become costly or frustrating to manage, “Remember the intentional frustration you’ve caused me.” If things begin happening in your world that leave you feeling unsafe and even a little intimidated, “Remember your deliberate unsafe actions or attempted intimidation you projected towards me.”
I don’t have to put up with a third of the garbage I tolerate from anyone. And… Why should I? Would you put up with you if you were me? “People might want to start asking themselves that question.”