Thank you for this! About a month ago I hit some kind of wall after 3 years of raging. I deleted twitter, unsubscribed from most of my substack feeds, stopped consuming news and committed myself to being salt and light and getting negative thoughts out of my mind. I have felt a million times better. I had not deleted yours though, and I would have told you it was an oversight, as I almost just deleted this post and unsubscribed, annoyed that I had forgotten one. There are no coincidences though, and I am glad I did not. This was a beautiful read.
As I am sure many of your readers did, I went bananas here in Berkeley during the mandate era. My friends and colleagues and everyone threw me out of the tribe. Or did they? Was my incredible anger after the death of our friend at the hands of a Pfizer hot lot, and subsequent endless bitterness towards mandates and mandaters really me jumping out of the tribe with both long fingers in the air as I left? Hard to know exactly, but through the lens of this post and my own new found faith in God, I have realized I could have handled things better and may have been more impactful walking through it with love and not so much anger. We are still here in modern day Babylon. Things are a mess. I am trying to do better.
Y'all. I hate to belabor this point -- but the occult realm is "the other guys." Ya know. The globalists. Occult door openers Tarot, Oui Ja, remote sensing.
The real gurus in early 19th century India will tell you the "spirits" they make contracts/deals with are separate entities. I'm not talking about the 20th century con job or psychological operation by globalists Julian & Aldous Huxley and British-American Fabian Society of Fabian Maximus ("win by attrition" motto) called the New Age.
The real gurus (19th cen.) will tell you (but don't go there without wisdom) psychic powers are not a human attribute. You must contract (constructively or not) with occult spirits (the globalists call them their "gods" -- small "g").
"Don't open that door." Occult spirits are exceedingly smarter than humans. You will be "flanked" Fabius Maximus style.
For "door openers" see the true story of Sgt Ralph Sarchie of NYPD and his encounters with criminals who opened occult doors ("Deliver Us From Evil").
Thank you for the story, definitely sparked some thinking. I've had an Out of body experience during a traumatic time and in that moment I knew that Love is all that matters....that everything is exactly as its supposed to be and not to worry, just love. When I love, I feel peace.
Wonderfully written. I, like Viktor Frankl the Auschwitz survivor, wonder if instead of asking life what it means, life asks us what our life means. It is up to us to create our own unique meaning at every moment of our lives. When we embody that big love we create our own meaning. It's there for the asking. We need only surrender.
All religions agree that 'nothing is greater than God'. This means that God must be everything, because Everything is the only thing that has nothing greater than itself. Science claims that everything is Energy. I believe that '1-Love-Energy' is all that truly is. Only Humans create the hate-evil-misery & mess that defines our world. But we can choose. And when we choose to no longer create them they will cease to exist, leaving only 1-Love-Energy to still remain, because 1-Love-NRG is all that truly is. Taking it further... if there is a 'God'... God is 'Great Oneness Divine' or G.O.D. And if G.O.D. is Everything... and we are all a part of Everything-that-is... we are all a part of the total-G.O.D.-expression... So 'Hello' G.O.D., expressing as Jessica...
Heading into my later “golden age”, your writing reminds me as to what it is to love and be loved, the two most empowering motivators of my life. Seeking knowledge is power but only loving and being loved complete the circle of the full power one can attain. This power isn’t ruled accruing wealth and it isn’t status measurable by others’ standards. If you love and are loved, others’ standards are meaningless. Thank you for your beautiful and thought provoking essay.
Your ideas got me thinking about the difference between Earthly and Universal love. The Bible teaches that everything we experience on Earth is only a blurry reflection of the actual things in the heavenly dimension. Such as:
We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us! 1 Corinthians 13:12
I personally like to go to the words of Jesus for a clearer picture of how he says God views us. He used parables to convey his message such as:
The Story of the Lost Sheep
By this time a lot of men and women of questionable reputation were hanging around Jesus, listening intently. The Pharisees and religion scholars were not pleased, not at all pleased. They growled, “He takes in sinners and eats meals with them, treating them like old friends.” Their grumbling triggered this story.
“Suppose one of you had a hundred sheep and lost one. Wouldn’t you leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the lost one until you found it? When found, you can be sure you would put it across your shoulders, rejoicing, and when you got home call in your friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Celebrate with me! I’ve found my lost sheep!’ Count on it—there’s more joy in heaven over one sinner’s rescued life than over ninety-nine good people in no need of rescue.
The Story of the Lost Coin
“Or imagine a woman who has ten coins and loses one. Won’t she light a lamp and scour the house, looking in every nook and cranny until she finds it? And when she finds it you can be sure she’ll call her friends and neighbors: ‘Celebrate with me! I found my lost coin!’ Count on it—that’s the kind of party God’s angels throw every time one lost soul turns to God.”
The Story of the Lost Son
Then he said, “There was once a man who had two sons. The younger said to his father, ‘Father, I want right now what’s coming to me.’
So the father divided the property between them. It wasn’t long before the younger son packed his bags and left for a distant country. There, undisciplined and dissipated, he wasted everything he had. After he had gone through all his money, there was a bad famine all through that country and he began to feel it. He signed on with a citizen there who assigned him to his fields to slop the pigs. He was so hungry he would have eaten the corn-cobs in the pig slop, but no one would give him any.
“That brought him to his senses. He said, ‘All those farmhands working for my father sit down to three meals a day, and here I am starving to death. I’m going back to my father. I’ll say to him, Father, I’ve sinned against God, I’ve sinned before you; I don’t deserve to be called your son. Take me on as a hired hand.’ He got right up and went home to his father.
“When he was still a long way off, his father saw him. His heart pounding, he ran out, embraced him, and kissed him. The son started his speech: ‘Father, I’ve sinned against God, I’ve sinned before you; I don’t deserve to be called your son ever again.’
“But the father wasn’t listening. He was calling to the servants, ‘Quick. Bring a clean set of clothes and dress him. Put the family ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Then get a prize-winning heifer and roast it. We’re going to feast! We’re going to have a wonderful time! My son is here—given up for dead and now alive! Given up for lost and now found!’ And they began to have a wonderful time.
“All this time his older son was out in the field. When the day’s work was done he came in. As he approached the house, he heard the music and dancing. Calling over one of the houseboys, he asked what was going on. He told him, ‘Your brother came home. Your father has ordered a feast—barbecued beef!—because he has him home safe and sound.’
“The older brother stomped off in an angry sulk and refused to join in. His father came out and tried to talk to him, but he wouldn’t listen. The son said, ‘Look how many years I’ve stayed here serving you, never giving you one moment of grief, but have you ever thrown a party for me and my friends? Then this son of yours who has thrown away your money on whores shows up and you go all out with a feast!’
“His father said, ‘Son, you don’t understand. You’re with me all the time, and everything that is mine is yours—but this is a wonderful time, and we had to celebrate. This brother of yours was dead, and he’s alive! He was lost, and he’s found!’”
The Story of The Lost Son is known in other countries as "The Story of the Running Father." That describes our God (For according to the Word, our God IS Love) much better. :)
Wonderful, Jessica! God IS love, and His love is unconditional. We’re living on the backside of the tapestry here on Earth, and it’s impossible to see the beauty of it. But one day when we leave this realm for the next (for me it’s Heaven), only then will the front side of the tapestry of our lives be revealed in all its beauty. Surrender makes it possible.
This is one of the most beautiful stories I have ever read. The simplicity is exquisite. Thank you.
wow. thank you so much
Its style reminds me of "Jonathan Livingston Seagull"; I'm buzzing after reading it. Yes, thank you!
Agreed!
"And now these three remain; faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
~ 1 Corinthians 13:13
Thank you for this! About a month ago I hit some kind of wall after 3 years of raging. I deleted twitter, unsubscribed from most of my substack feeds, stopped consuming news and committed myself to being salt and light and getting negative thoughts out of my mind. I have felt a million times better. I had not deleted yours though, and I would have told you it was an oversight, as I almost just deleted this post and unsubscribed, annoyed that I had forgotten one. There are no coincidences though, and I am glad I did not. This was a beautiful read.
As I am sure many of your readers did, I went bananas here in Berkeley during the mandate era. My friends and colleagues and everyone threw me out of the tribe. Or did they? Was my incredible anger after the death of our friend at the hands of a Pfizer hot lot, and subsequent endless bitterness towards mandates and mandaters really me jumping out of the tribe with both long fingers in the air as I left? Hard to know exactly, but through the lens of this post and my own new found faith in God, I have realized I could have handled things better and may have been more impactful walking through it with love and not so much anger. We are still here in modern day Babylon. Things are a mess. I am trying to do better.
Nice. ❤️
Y'all. I hate to belabor this point -- but the occult realm is "the other guys." Ya know. The globalists. Occult door openers Tarot, Oui Ja, remote sensing.
The real gurus in early 19th century India will tell you the "spirits" they make contracts/deals with are separate entities. I'm not talking about the 20th century con job or psychological operation by globalists Julian & Aldous Huxley and British-American Fabian Society of Fabian Maximus ("win by attrition" motto) called the New Age.
The real gurus (19th cen.) will tell you (but don't go there without wisdom) psychic powers are not a human attribute. You must contract (constructively or not) with occult spirits (the globalists call them their "gods" -- small "g").
"Don't open that door." Occult spirits are exceedingly smarter than humans. You will be "flanked" Fabius Maximus style.
For "door openers" see the true story of Sgt Ralph Sarchie of NYPD and his encounters with criminals who opened occult doors ("Deliver Us From Evil").
Not a pretty sight.
Thank you for the story, definitely sparked some thinking. I've had an Out of body experience during a traumatic time and in that moment I knew that Love is all that matters....that everything is exactly as its supposed to be and not to worry, just love. When I love, I feel peace.
Wonderfully written. I, like Viktor Frankl the Auschwitz survivor, wonder if instead of asking life what it means, life asks us what our life means. It is up to us to create our own unique meaning at every moment of our lives. When we embody that big love we create our own meaning. It's there for the asking. We need only surrender.
Beautiful. Thank you.
Beautiful.
May you love and be loved in return.
Thank you for your honesty, integrity, and determination.
The love is real and universal- the greatest awakening is upon us.
All religions agree that 'nothing is greater than God'. This means that God must be everything, because Everything is the only thing that has nothing greater than itself. Science claims that everything is Energy. I believe that '1-Love-Energy' is all that truly is. Only Humans create the hate-evil-misery & mess that defines our world. But we can choose. And when we choose to no longer create them they will cease to exist, leaving only 1-Love-Energy to still remain, because 1-Love-NRG is all that truly is. Taking it further... if there is a 'God'... God is 'Great Oneness Divine' or G.O.D. And if G.O.D. is Everything... and we are all a part of Everything-that-is... we are all a part of the total-G.O.D.-expression... So 'Hello' G.O.D., expressing as Jessica...
So many overwhelming perceptions - thanks.
1 Corinthians 13 : 4-7 …. Love endures all things …. The good book has a lot to say about love . Thanks Jessica .
Heading into my later “golden age”, your writing reminds me as to what it is to love and be loved, the two most empowering motivators of my life. Seeking knowledge is power but only loving and being loved complete the circle of the full power one can attain. This power isn’t ruled accruing wealth and it isn’t status measurable by others’ standards. If you love and are loved, others’ standards are meaningless. Thank you for your beautiful and thought provoking essay.
‘Eternal love is eternal being
and eternal being is eternal love’
Sun Ra
Your ideas got me thinking about the difference between Earthly and Universal love. The Bible teaches that everything we experience on Earth is only a blurry reflection of the actual things in the heavenly dimension. Such as:
We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us! 1 Corinthians 13:12
I personally like to go to the words of Jesus for a clearer picture of how he says God views us. He used parables to convey his message such as:
The Story of the Lost Sheep
By this time a lot of men and women of questionable reputation were hanging around Jesus, listening intently. The Pharisees and religion scholars were not pleased, not at all pleased. They growled, “He takes in sinners and eats meals with them, treating them like old friends.” Their grumbling triggered this story.
“Suppose one of you had a hundred sheep and lost one. Wouldn’t you leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the lost one until you found it? When found, you can be sure you would put it across your shoulders, rejoicing, and when you got home call in your friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Celebrate with me! I’ve found my lost sheep!’ Count on it—there’s more joy in heaven over one sinner’s rescued life than over ninety-nine good people in no need of rescue.
The Story of the Lost Coin
“Or imagine a woman who has ten coins and loses one. Won’t she light a lamp and scour the house, looking in every nook and cranny until she finds it? And when she finds it you can be sure she’ll call her friends and neighbors: ‘Celebrate with me! I found my lost coin!’ Count on it—that’s the kind of party God’s angels throw every time one lost soul turns to God.”
The Story of the Lost Son
Then he said, “There was once a man who had two sons. The younger said to his father, ‘Father, I want right now what’s coming to me.’
So the father divided the property between them. It wasn’t long before the younger son packed his bags and left for a distant country. There, undisciplined and dissipated, he wasted everything he had. After he had gone through all his money, there was a bad famine all through that country and he began to feel it. He signed on with a citizen there who assigned him to his fields to slop the pigs. He was so hungry he would have eaten the corn-cobs in the pig slop, but no one would give him any.
“That brought him to his senses. He said, ‘All those farmhands working for my father sit down to three meals a day, and here I am starving to death. I’m going back to my father. I’ll say to him, Father, I’ve sinned against God, I’ve sinned before you; I don’t deserve to be called your son. Take me on as a hired hand.’ He got right up and went home to his father.
“When he was still a long way off, his father saw him. His heart pounding, he ran out, embraced him, and kissed him. The son started his speech: ‘Father, I’ve sinned against God, I’ve sinned before you; I don’t deserve to be called your son ever again.’
“But the father wasn’t listening. He was calling to the servants, ‘Quick. Bring a clean set of clothes and dress him. Put the family ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Then get a prize-winning heifer and roast it. We’re going to feast! We’re going to have a wonderful time! My son is here—given up for dead and now alive! Given up for lost and now found!’ And they began to have a wonderful time.
“All this time his older son was out in the field. When the day’s work was done he came in. As he approached the house, he heard the music and dancing. Calling over one of the houseboys, he asked what was going on. He told him, ‘Your brother came home. Your father has ordered a feast—barbecued beef!—because he has him home safe and sound.’
“The older brother stomped off in an angry sulk and refused to join in. His father came out and tried to talk to him, but he wouldn’t listen. The son said, ‘Look how many years I’ve stayed here serving you, never giving you one moment of grief, but have you ever thrown a party for me and my friends? Then this son of yours who has thrown away your money on whores shows up and you go all out with a feast!’
“His father said, ‘Son, you don’t understand. You’re with me all the time, and everything that is mine is yours—but this is a wonderful time, and we had to celebrate. This brother of yours was dead, and he’s alive! He was lost, and he’s found!’”
Luke 15:1-32
The Story of The Lost Son is known in other countries as "The Story of the Running Father." That describes our God (For according to the Word, our God IS Love) much better. :)
Wonderful, Jessica! God IS love, and His love is unconditional. We’re living on the backside of the tapestry here on Earth, and it’s impossible to see the beauty of it. But one day when we leave this realm for the next (for me it’s Heaven), only then will the front side of the tapestry of our lives be revealed in all its beauty. Surrender makes it possible.