There is a balance. We feel the shackles that the lies have formed. They are around our ankles, holding us firmly to the planet, pulling us to the earth’s core, to our graves. Man made iron. The scales of liberty, deformed and inoperative.
That which has been hidden pours like the overzealous rains. 700 documents of UFO information released by the CIA. Pleas for impeachment and the 25th Amendment, asking for the members of government to react to Truth, to stop backing untruth. “700 Indigenous People slaughtered”, marking the governmental reason for the original declaration of “Thanksgiving” as a US holiday. Facts replacing illusion, the truth unveiling itself to the masses.
The Matrix is glitching, the choice. The red pill. Forced down our throats because we have rejected it for too long.
It can be too heavy and too hard. We feel it in our bones. The tears pour unnaturally. Media drowns our thoughts and our minds. Darkness, depression.
There is wisdom in the prayers, in the meditations and the light. A rosary. A mala and mantra. Creative works. Ho’oponopono. I reach for them all. There is wisdom. It is beyond us, in the higher realms. We must reach for our practices and connect. Hope is there. Relief is there. Peace is in the hands of the Eternal.
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