Friday, 17 February 2023

I Wish We'd Stop Putting Conditions on Faith


I believe all faiths, all churches, all religions are of the One Prime Creator.

And I believe that each and every one of those religions has been in some way, manipulated by humanity for control. 

This is why holy books were re-written so very many times.

Each change was for a reason depending on whom the changes were made by.

As my friend stated the other night, almost every faith has a prophecy about this period of time, this shift.

We're shifting from identity based living to heart based living among other things.

What I see and the reason for this post, is that the above statement isn't biblical enough for some people.  It wasn't worded this way in their holy book so they shun it immediately.

Yet in my 49 year old eyes, the Creator is so much more than one holy book, one story, one way of living.  

Creator is all things--good and bad.

To deny this is to deny the completeness of Source.

Source created everything and man fucked it up. lol   But in fucking it up, man learned and grew and evolved.

It's a tough crowd right now, have you noticed?  Here's my own personal experience as someone who was raised Roman Catholic from birth but who now considers themselves a Spiritualist who is very aware of Ascended Master Yeshua.

People exist today who will continually make you feel like you're not worshipping enough.  It's no longer enough to believe in Source--you have to also believe that Source is male.

But now to top that, it's not enough that you believe this, you must also believe and decree that Jesus (Yeshua) is your lord and master.  Some even further change what I learned as a Catholic and say that Jesus IS God in human form.

To some, if you don't exclaim this about Yeshua, you're fodder for the fiddler in that song.  You're basically put on the same level as an atheist to them.

So why is this happening?  While I see similarities and correlations between ALL beliefs and factions and faiths and people, some Christians are basically moving goalposts of faith.  Do they want a smaller group?  I see that the Christian faith was like a pipeline and then suddenly, it's bottlenecked.

This is separation.  This is DIS-UNITY.  This IS the evil we rage against.  

And, I almost think in this moment that the idea that it's a Christian's path to spread the good news about Jesus to as many ears who'll listen, is in and of itself the work of those who seek to disunite us.  It is not possible to convince everyone that Jesus is King because so many other faiths exist.  

Were some of the newer ones created so that this plan would be sure to fail?

Very deep Friday thoughts eh?

Prime Creator is UNconditional love. Yet I see conditions being put on faith and belief and mindset at a time when neural pathways are already wearily blocked by fear.  To the traumatized brain, this feels like once again you're not enough.  You give up, opening yourself up for negative energy to set up camp around you.  Who wins then?  You know.

I know that Source has no conditions.  I know that Source loves all because Source created all.

The conditions being placed upon us are, in my opinion attempting to separate us because in great numbers our light is stronger than we can imagine.

Feel gratitude and/or thank Prime Creator once a day.  It's truly as easy as that.


We Got This -- An Anonymous Call to Unity in the Name of Prime Creator


I’ve read the book of Revelation my entire life. I shook my head for that chosen generation. The one that would hold the line. 

The one that would have to endure. The one that would have to rise up. 

The one that would have to get off of the back row and put their money where their mouth is. 

The one that could no longer skate by simply by picking up a card and filling it out. 

No, they’d have to pick up the armor of the Living God. They’d have to lay down their comfort and they’d have to lose their friends to actually be who they said they were. 

I knew they’d be chosen. 

I knew they’d be savages in the kingdom of God. 

I knew they’d mean what they said to their tenacious core when they cried out... 


And I knew He would too...send them. 

In all honesty I think I grieved for them. 

But I quite literally had no idea they would be us. 

I had no idea that one of them was staring back at me in the mirror. 

An end time serviceman. 

I had no idea it would be you. 

I had no idea it would be me. 

I couldn’t fathom that He’d trust us with this. 

Not us. Surely, not us. 

But here we are. 

It’s creeping in isn’t it? It’s lurking around the dark corners and you can sense it. It’s waiting to reveal itself. We feel the pressure. 

Something within us is quickening. 

It sends a shiver down the spine if dwelt upon for lengthy time periods. 

He’s calling the worshippers to arise, the preachers to raise their volume, the anointed to birth their gifts, the prophets to take up their call...

The church to be who she’s always claimed to be...

And My Dear God, I hope she can. 

It’s as if I feel Him whispering in the night...

“Beloved, prepare. Beloved, it’s time.”

A time that will require prayerful weepers and solid soldiers. Just like you, I’m trying not to be afraid. 

But in my desperation and confusion I do know that He would not call a defective generation of believers to something this weighty. He would not trust this to just any run of the mill followers. 


He’d entrust it to warriors.

He’d put His faith in the unshakable ones. 

He’d finish out with the unrelenting combatants. 

So remember, He must know something that we don’t know about us. 

Perhaps he’s saved the strongest for last. 

I’m decreeing that we’re wise enough. I’m believing that we’re strong enough. I’m standing upon the promise that we’re a generation that knows what to do. That knows how to stand in the gap. That knows how to intercede in the wee hours of the night. I’m clinging to the hope that we’re the ones that know when all else fails it’s time to put faces to carpet and accompany it with fasting continually. 

I’m believing we’re enough and holding fast that El Shaddai: The All Efficient one is our rear guard. 

Hold your head high...

You’re in a mighty, chosen, spectacular army. 

An outpouring we will see. 

An awakening we will birth. 

It will reach the nations, it will burn with Holy Ghost and Fire, but first it has to burn within us. 

We’re revival revealers. 

We’re Fire-Raisers. 

We’re rallying for the reveal party.

And the God of the ages has entrusted us with such a time and task as this. 

It will take grit, it will require determination and it will demand the absolute Fire of the Holy Ghost...

But that’s okay...

I’m proclaiming that we’re spiritual pyromaniacs and we’ve been anxiously awaiting our cue. 🔥

*original author unknown*

Thursday, 27 October 2022

If Your God Asked You This Question, How Would You Answer?


Let's get weird.

Imagine if your individual "God" or Prophet stood before you tonight & asked, 

‘What have you done with this most precious gift?’

Or in other words, what have you done thus far with this gift of life?

I thought this was interesting because we often tell people what they wanna hear even if and when we resist doing it.

But if the One Infinite Creator, who knows not wealth or poverty, material things or pomp were to ask you what you've done thus far with the life they gave you, what would you say?

It is here that it becomes oh so clear what and why we're here.  The Bible said "do unto others" and Ra of the Law of One said, live a life "in service to others".

It's all the same and I think most of us will answer this question with all the ways that they helped others while alive.

When I used to be made to go to the Confessional once a month or however often it was, I usually made shit up because hey, I really wasn't a bad kid.  I'd say I'm sorry for lying, swearing, and bugging my sisters.  In other words, borrrrrrrring.

If this question is a definite one I will be asked, it almost makes me wanna get busy so I don't have to grasp at straws answering this ultimate question of questions.

I desire to help more people and I know I can.  I'd like to make the list soooooooo long that we'll need extended time.

Thoughts welcome!

Sunday, 23 October 2022

Today I Rest --Will Take Up the Fight Again Tomorrow


It's easier to be selfish, to not care about others.  They've made it so.  As I sit with the anger settled in my chest, I realize that the system is rigged to infuriate, frustrate, and finally knock those down who only want to serve/help others.

Once again, I've tried to discuss the empty subsidized units with those on platforms of influence.

I stopped into my Mayor's campaign HQ on Thursday yet have received zero calls.  He doesn't wanna talk about housing anymore.

I think the homeless is now a demographic that will always be so they wonder, 'why try to change it?'

Two weeks ago I discussed housing with one of my 6 councillor hopefuls who argued that "a home" isn't a human right but "a shelter" is.

What, we're now horses & cattle?  

Livestock deserve shelter;  humans deserve homes.

So I sit here on the precipice of diving into the abyss of selfishness.

This fight is bigger than me.

In campaigning for my chosen councillor, I told people that he was going to try to "fix" housing.  You should hear the chuckles.  Even my buddy that's home-challenged and lived here his whole 70+ years tells me that Housing has always been corrupt.

To feel better, all I have to do is NOT CARE ABOUT OTHERS.

Such is the world; such have we made it?

In the words of Holden of Catcher in the Rye, the world is full of God damned phonies.  

Mayor Paterson says he's a Christian but I think he's a phony.

The Churches say they wanna help the homeless but they're phonies.

The Pastors, the MP's, the Mayor, the councillors .... all phonies as far as I can see.

So I might set my cares aside for a day.  I might concentrate on myself and my garden, my plants, my hunbun, my future ... just for the day.

And then take up the fight again tomorrow.

Love & light to all.

We got this, but we're gonna be mighty pissed off in the end.

Sunday, 21 August 2022

Einstein's Letter on Love to Daughter Lieserl.


”When I proposed the theory of relativity, very few understood me, and what I will reveal now to transmit to mankind will also collide with the misunderstanding and prejudice in the world.

I ask you to guard the letters as long as necessary, years, decades, until society is advanced enough to accept what I will explain below.

There is an extremely powerful force that, so far, science has not found a formal explanation to. It is a force that includes and governs all others, and is even behind any phenomenon operating in the universe and has not yet been identified by us.

This universal force is LOVE.

When scientists looked for a unified theory of the universe they forgot the most powerful unseen force.

Love is Light, that enlightens those who give and receive it.

Love is gravity, because it makes some people feel attracted to others.

Love is power, because it multiplies the best we have, and allows humanity not to be extinguished in their blind selfishness. Love unfolds and reveals.

For love we live and die.

Love is God and God is Love.

This force explains everything and gives meaning to life. This is the variable that we have ignored for too long, maybe because we are afraid of love because it is the only energy in the universe that man has not learned to drive at will.

To give visibility to love, I made a simple substitution in my most famous equation.

If instead of E = mc2, we accept that the energy to heal the world can be obtained through love multiplied by the speed of light squared, we arrive at the conclusion that love is the most powerful force there is, because it has no limits.

After the failure of humanity in the use and control of the other forces of the universe that have turned against us, it is urgent that we nourish ourselves with another kind of energy…

If we want our species to survive, if we are to find meaning in life, if we want to save the world and every sentient being that inhabits it, love is the one and only answer.

Perhaps we are not yet ready to make a bomb of love, a device powerful enough to entirely destroy the hate, selfishness and greed that devastate the planet.

However, each individual carries within them a small but powerful generator of love whose energy is waiting to be released.

When we learn to give and receive this universal energy, dear Lieserl, we will have affirmed that love conquers all, is able to transcend everything and anything, because love is the quintessence of life.

I deeply regret not having been able to express what is in my heart, which has quietly beaten for you all my life. Maybe it’s too late to apologize, but as time is relative, I need to tell you that I love you and thanks to you I have reached the ultimate answer! “.

Your father Albert Einstein

Friday, 12 August 2022

The Cosmic Dancer


Child. Listen to me. Open up your heart for a moment and listen. You don’t need to banish your anger or bury your grief and sadness. The fact that you may feel anger about some injustice or inequity; the fact that you have the capacity to feel grief and sadness means that life still touches you.

Learn to trust the wisdom-river flowing beneath the river of these emotions. Learn to walk with your depression, your anxiety, your anger as a teacher and a friend. The fact that you feel means that you care. The thing you really have to watch out for is indifference. The ones who don’t feel anything are the ones who are destroying the world.

~ doña Río de Gracian

Friday, 8 July 2022

Palliative Pet Care Using Cannabis~ My Experience

It was gearing up to be a very busy work week for me with my eager anticipation of reaching forty hours.  On day two of five I came home to find that my old kitty India had soiled herself yet was sleeping soundly.

I wasn’t terribly surprised – at nineteen years that body was tired and worn out.  She had various dishes of sardines, red sockeye salmon, and cat milk that went untouched.  I knew that she hadn’t eaten all day, other than her daily medicine that I squirt inside her mouth ever so quickly and delicately.
This medicine is in oil form, so it has a good deal of calories.  It keeps her pain and stiffness away and is a big reason why my girl lived to be nineteen years young.

It was clear to me that India’s end of life was near so I decided to take the rest of the week off to be with my last pack member while she passed over.  We’ve been together for the last half of my life.  I adopted her from a neighboring farmer when I moved away from home.

Every adult memory I have includes this orange kitty, each one seared in my memory and they bubble up more and more as these last days have passed.  So many good and funny memories.  So many lessons learned … yes, lessons from a cat!

Yesterday I felt obligated to make the decision to take India in to a veterinarian and have her put to sleep.  She didn’t really have a doctor, nor has she had one for the last ten years.  It’s my opinion that my girl lived this long because her little body wasn’t ravaged by toxic chemicals on a yearly basis.  But that’s a whole other blog.

The temperature outside was below freezing, as would the cold metal table feel if I had taken her in to be euthanized.  I was torn, to say the least.  So my honey must have sensed this and said, “I think you should keep her here with you as long as you can.  She’s happiest with you.”
The weight of the world was suddenly lifted from my shoulders.  And so the decision was made.  We were going to treat my dying kitty to palliative care using cannabis at home, free to roam and finally pass over wherever and whenever she desired.

India hadn’t eaten in almost five days other than her regular medicine, a light tasting olive oil infused with dried cannabis of various strains.  She’d been on the herbal for almost two years now, and it not only made a world of difference in her mobility, but it definitely gave her the munchies, and she would go from the knee-less robot walk to walking with a slight limp.

Cannabinoid therapy lasts in the body for a very long time, so at first she only required a squirt of 1 to 2 ml’s depending on strength, every few days.  It was only in the past four months or so that she’d been getting it every day.  At first it was a fight and a challenge, but I swear she eventually allowed me to squirt it in, knowing it would bring relief.

I have quite a lot of experience with pet deaths and pet euthanization.  The first was at age sixteen with my first love Rusty, a stunning mixed breed pony.  Suffice it to say that between childhood family pets, and my own pets and their offspring, I know when it’s time to take drastic measures.
In an aged animal, the death process begins the first day they quit eating.   Day one, two, three saw India sit and stare at the water bowl occasionally bowing her head but never actually drinking.  I periodically squirted broth, cat milk, and tuna water in her mouth, but she just shook her head and moped away.

Lo and behold, it seems that the portal to the afterlife was the bath tub.  A frantic early morning search ended with us finding India in the tub with the curtain closed.   It was in here that we had our moment on day three where I held her chest firmly in my hand and rubbed the back of her head, kissing it over and over.  She always loved that sound.  No energy to eat, and yet energy to purr.  Faintly in her chest I felt it.  A sign that I was doing the right thing by letting her choose.

Every eight hours I squirted her canna-medicine into her mouth.  We hot-boxed the shower twice that night … both of us sitting in it with candles lit.   It wasn’t until later that night that I remembered the little capsule of black stuff I had made months ago from the crystallized trichomes trapped in our grinder:  Rick Simpson Oil … of one form or another. I was saving this for someone.  Now I knew who.
I began dissolving this in the oil and the relief was evident very soon.   She was completely sedated, yet when I sponge bathed her mouth and face with warm water she woke right up and clearly enjoyed it.
This stuff is medicine.  Because of this plant, I was able to ease my last pack member into the afterlife painlessly and at her own speed.  This doesn’t occur with pharmaceutical pet meds.  Cats are highly sensitive to dosing that oftentimes wreaks havoc on other organs.  Metac*m, for example, is very damaging to the kidneys.  My girl played a short but brisk game of floor hockey about a week before she passed, so we know the herbal wasn’t damaging her fragile little body.

The author with India’s bestie
On the night of day four we forgot to keep the bedroom door closed and she made her way under our bed.  It was her spot.  She slept there with my honey and I and her bestie, our Boston Terrier, sleeping above her on the bed.  Eight hours later she had managed to turn her old body around and roll over. I carefully carried her out to one of the many pillows and blanket piles on the floor so she could soak in some sun, carefully lying her on the other side.

Lying still makes the body sore, so after about every hour or two of sleep, I rolled her over and gave her a body rub.  Such a good kitty.  It would soon be time for more medicine.  This time once again, I mixed it with the RSO for an extra boost of sedation and pain killing.

I now know what my mother meant when she told me so long ago that it was a blessing when her own mother finally passed.  My girl slept with her eyes open.  And when I closed them, they’d slowly open again.  She wasn’t in pain, but she wasn’t really there anymore either.  She smelled of infection.  The death-smell.  I noticed that she was swallowing a bit, so I thought it would be a good time for more cannabis oil.  Her little jaw was almost seized at this point, but I managed to squirt it in through a gap in her teeth.  She very quickly swallowed this down, now knowing very well what it did.

A little over an hour later she suddenly jerked and squirmed a bit.  Up until then, she was sleeping peacefully on a big pillow covered with a fuzzy blanket.  Something inside me knew.  I went over and just enveloped her with my arms.  She hated being picked up so I left her lying on the pillow — respect means nothing if not given in death.  She sort of stretched a few times and gasped.  I cooed to her and told her she was such a good kitty.

How many times did I kiss her head trying to sear it into my memory?  Her fur still smelled like her kitty-ness mixed with the herbal cannabis smell, and it was still as soft as ever.  She gasped quietly two more times and then she lay still.  I kept feeling for a heartbeat but if it was there, I couldn’t feel it.
I lit a candle and sat down in front of her little body to pray that the Goddess take her home.  I whispered the names of her favorite pack members — there truly were just far too many to mention all of them from the past nineteen years.  I smudged around and over her with a bundle of sage then one last time, I kissed and smelled her head, telling her she was such a good kitty.

“All ends, new beginnings” is a verse from a popular pop song;  I feel this so strongly now.  My furry sister’s ashes will return to me in a cedar box inscribed with her name on top:  India.  Cedar seemed right and fitting for a barn cat turned city, orange Tigress.  But her energy is now returned to its source where she’ll see all of our pack- even the ones she loathed, like that dang lab Magic.

I know I am lucky to have been able to spend my kitty’s last days with her.  Not everyone can.  But as long as pain can be controlled then I believe that death in its own time is a beautiful thing.  I feel blessed to have witnessed her passing.

I expect judgement from some regarding this decision.  Some will say that I was a complacent pet owner or that I have no right taking the position of doctor when it concerns another living thing.  There are still those out there who will think I’m a complete loon to use an untested plant instead of a proven sterile pre-packaged and commercialized drug from the vet.

To those of you, I tell you this:  the natural breakdown and inevitable death of my kitty’s body is the exact same process we allow our fellow humans to go through when dying.  Dare you say this was the inhumane way to let her die?  Ironic at best.  We sedate our fellow humans and we kill their pain, as I have done with Cannabis infused olive oil, and we wait until death takes them.

Think about that.  And let your heart direct you.  In Canada, the Government is opening up debate once again to legalize “medically-assisted suicide.”  Imagine being able to say goodbye while they’re still coherent.  Death on their own terms … because respect is nothing if not in death.
RIP India … you’re such a good kitty.