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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

One man's "junk" is a wombeing's treasure...



       If you must have, feel the need to have still, a last name, then let it be the essence of who you are as a being, i.e. Sophilalia Wombeing, or Tigger le Katz.

       But then all people will have the same last name won't they, you are wondering? How will you tell them apart or keep records?

       Exactly.

       The only right way to catalog people is by character.

       Every other way is part of a matrix you wouldn't really want having your number, if you actually knew what they were up to, what their real purpose was.

       Let your character, your nature, your individuality shine through an energy of delight as your signature, whether or not you use a last name, or even a first.

       You are who you are whether or not anyone calls you a name.

       Have you ever looked into a kaleidoscope?

       The same shiny bits & shapes make infinite patterns with light, all beautiful, all worthy of their moment in the sun.

       But you'll notice, there are the cheap versions with just a few shiny bits & shapes, and then there are the deluxe models with many different bits & shapes, all reflecting off each other in a myriad of more intricate & therefore even infinitely more beautiful patterns.

       I'm sure you've heard that mankind has a good percentage of DNA & chromosomes & brain cells & such that are not currently being used, and are sometimes referred to as "junk."
       As in "junk" DNA or "dead" synapses.

       You may have even heard that these other bits & shapes in mankind's structure were purposefully put into hibernation.

       In any case, they are neither dead nor junk.

       They are all womb-beings' birthright to access & use & include in their very own beautiful patterns of living, of life.

       So, reactivate yours, & prepare for what you call miracles to become common place.

       How?

       By this point in our time together, you know exactly how...
      
       If not, reread from the beginning.
       One can never take in too much good, regenerative stuff.

       Re-patterning the brain is healthy, especially when it has been labeled & locked as 90% junked or dead for, oh, eons.

       Repetition of falsehoods is how that happened.
       How you allowed that to happen.
       How you allowed yourself to snooze.

       Nap time is over.

       Rise & shine. J
UNTIL NEXT TIME...

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