if you want to get past those feelings and that is the path. Past them is the only way. You must speak up about them. I know it’s scary doing that for many. You have held it in so long. And what about this and what about that. But I am telling you this. It is no easier than holding it in. How’s that going for Ya? Cuz if you’ll look at our bodies they tell a story. Eat it, break it down, alumni are waste from within.
We all need to purge, dump, drag to the trash any and all that does not serve our higher good. How can we continue on a course and to believe in that course when the a large amount of evidence in plain VEIW to show the contrary? What are we doing here? And why? Are the questions at hand and this one too.
Is change avoidable? Look around you at nature. Change happens whether you want it or not. But you get to decide how you go at it. But it will happen for sure.
I am a voice to express an idea. A way for us to come back together. For we are never with our Mothers Really. They live in us in the very fibers of our beings, our flesh is coded with a similar code to attach us to her. And she is a vital link to our development. Many of us are super brains because of being adopted, but have been labeled disabilities persay. I do see that certain parts of my brain that give me joy fire more when I am with both moms. I have seen that my brain had to devote much energy in translation of terms and ideas that I could not remember names and such. I guess I can best describe it as a whirl pool inside my head. I was always in a daze of sorts. But processing mass quantities of information. I guess I can describe it as being on all the time. Open, receiving, hearing and processing against my two moms. My gut mom. And my mama jean. My gut Mama was my instinctual memories of my first Mom. My dna guided me I guess would be a safe explaination. Not sure how it all works. But it’s all
Out there. The proof. I guess in my head somewhere I had a part of me that I refered to as my Mother. What I remember. I reserve ted her to help guide me. It was so deep under so much that I could not see this consciously. My children helped show me. So I could work to heal. If my brain found answers. If truth is spoken the brain recognizes the vibration as truth.
As we find out the truths. We mourn the loss. And accept it as part of the fabric. And we work to get to the place where we can bless it, then it will leave. Then, there is space for new. And God has so many gifts unopened. Children are gifts.
Why pay someone to hear what the person who did should hear? ME