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Thursday, July 17, 2025

Evolution/Transition: It Just Takes Time


Happy Summer 2025, dearest Evolvers of Planet Earth!

You've heard the prediction that the crossover point for Earth's full transition into its next newest, higher, brighter, better era (sometimes known as the Age of Aquarius, or the coming 2000 Years of Peace) is right around the corner, yes? culminating in the next few years between 2026 - 2027 ... and you know how just like when reorganizing a human home or garage, things can seem more chaotic before subsequent calmness and order are reached?

So that's the period we're in right now.

The reorganizing.

The chaos before the coming calm.

Though for those who have been on a reorganizing/recalibration/evolutionary journey for a while now, a good deal of calm outside of humanity's general fray has already been achieved.

Good for you!

(The rest of you ... get busy!)

Why can't we ALL just be living on a peaceful, abundant planet NOW?! some individuals wail ... without having done much to counteract the warlike, poverty-stricken reality Earth stills seems to be.

 

It's like this, folks (analogy):

 

There once was a stray cat that appeared outside a woman's home, so skinny and battered, with patches of fur missing and raw red wounds, she thought it was a kitten that had been thrown from a car or in some other manner neglected and abused, almost to the point of being at Death's Door.

Loving felines and having had many in her lifetime, both indoors and out, this woman (a wombeing-in-progress) placed food & water in a quiet corner on the deck.

The grey-striped stray ate the food, drank the water, and did start taking shelter from the elements on or around the deck ... but you know how some humans have Resting Bitch Face? 

This feline's facial features seemed to permanently alternate between Suspicion and Abject Terror/Alarm. (Not really any wonder, considering what some of its Life experiences must have been until then.)

Anyway, at that time in her own evolution, this woman/wombeing-in-training was generally not choosing to tend as many pets as she once had. 

Having caretaken for several years a beloved soul pet which had grown seriously ill during the same timeframe that the rest of the world had gone Covid Crazy, the woman found herself depleted and in need of time just focusing upon her own health and self.

One thing she did NOT need was another pet that required abundant attention, affection, or (God/Goddess forbid!) more intense caretaking ... and this was good, because the stray that had appeared at the woman's door wanted nothing whatsoever to do with anything like that!

Weeks passed.

The grey stray continued to eat, drink, and hang out around the woman's property, though it did also roam ... sometimes for days/weeks at a time ... and sometimes coming home with a torn ear or missing tooth.

Initially, it would never allow itself to be petted, never mind anything akin to being picked up or cuddled; activities most of the woman's previous pets adored.

A lap cat this certainly was not.

But as the grey-striped stray filled out from consuming regular meals, it became apparent that it was indeed at least a full-grown cat, not a tiny kitten as the woman first thought.

Months passed.

Though two-legged human friends visiting would send the stray dashing away, eventually the woman herself was able to pet the cat a tiny bit when it came to eat. 

First just around the head.

At which time the woman noticed that the insides of the cat's ears were crusty with grime that needed attention.

Trying to administer cleansing drops as she'd easily done with every other cat she'd ever known, did not work.

At all.

At the first drip of liquid, the stray EXPLODED.

Hissing.

Teeth snapping.

Claws flailing. 

Flying down a flight of outdoor stairs as a ball of furiously frightened fur.

So the woman researched alternatives, eventually finding ear medicines that could be added to food rather than administered topically.

That worked, thank goodness.

Years passed.

Little by little the grey stray let its body be stroked from nose tip to tail by the woman's gentle hands, and not just at mealtimes.

Little by little, it allowed drops of anti-flea medication to be put on the back of its neck (without freaking out) every once in a while.

Little by little, it began to even come when she called.

It learned the word "up," and would leap onto outdoor tables or wide chair arms to be petted.

It even nudged the woman's hand indicating that she should resume if she remained seated, but her petting-hand had stilled or withdrawn.

The stray would nudge the woman's knuckles playfully ... insistently ... its face an expression of ease and affection that earlier incarnations had never, ever displayed.

Filled out and soft of fur now, though the stray still had missing teeth, its face had gone from 'Resting Fear Face' to 'Hey There, Wouldn't You Like To Pet Me Some More?'


That's what evolution from Fear to Love, from Violence to Peace, and from Dying of Lack to Relaxing into Savored Abundance looks like.

It's also the kind of lonnnnnnnnnng stretches of time which can be needed to get there.



Humanity has been evolving for centuries ... millennia even.

We're now in the home stretch.

Living lives of peace, calm, and abundance for everyone is right around the corner ... though practical and spiritual/metaphysical efforts to get there must be made.

 

 

Are YOU living the sort of life you've always dreamed of living?

A life that finds you genuinely joyful from sun up to sun down, most days?

 

Is THAT the sort of reality your friends and neighbors are also living??

 

How about your NATION???

(And how 'bout your nation's global neighbors????)

 

If not, a cornucopia of clues about just HOW to get one's self, one's soul, one's immediate and also one's larger world community to such points of peace, love, and prosperity are contained within the recently updated classic:

 

Wombeing Wisdom: 

For Humane Beings Ready To Rise

 

The book is available in hardcover, paperback, color, and black/white print editions (example, color paperback: https://www.lulu.com/shop/sophilalia-wombeing/wombeing-wisdom-for-humane-beings-ready-to-rise/paperback/product-45nd52z.html), along with e-versions via various retail platforms...

...however up until the end of July 2025 specifically the Smashwords e-version of it is discounted 50% off from right here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1541803

 

Practice re-balancing.

Enhance spirit skills.

Help birth the New Earth.

 

~ The precise time is NOW ~

 

 


https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1541803

 

 

Happy mid-summer dreams

as the New Earth comes to fruition!

 

 



Monday, March 4, 2024

Wow, it's been 11 years since this blog began...

 

Can you believe it's been over a decade since this portal for Wombeing Wisdom began? 11 years and a few months to be exact, since the first entry here appeared Friday, January 11, 2013.

Do you recall?

It began like this...

Before the time that men came, we looked into the blue blue sea, and it was calm.

Even when the winds blue (blew) fierce, stirring sand & passion, the aqua seas remained calm because we asked that it be so, and the seas, our friend, were willing.

       We did not always ask of course.
       When it did not matter to us, when no ship would be lost, no family or kin of land or sea in jeopardy, we made no request for calm and the sea tore at itself with huge delight, whipping its own passions into a frenzy of waves & whirlpools, turbulent magnificence.

       And we often watched, standing wayyyy back, well clear, in wonder & awe.
       For our friend was mighty.
       She provided food & fun & friendship, but she also was the same divine power of us, omnipotent, able to do anything she willed, create or destroy, at any time, for any reason.

       However, like us, she was whole-y good.
       Holy. Whole.
       And thus her passionate power rose only in towering columns of joy, spraying mist for miles as her thundering waves crashed against rocks, trees, land, and against itself, but she never thundered for harm.
       Only joy.
       Only as & in an expression of playful wildness.
       Never to decimate or destroy.

       For the sea was womyn.
       Womyn energy. Womyn power.
       Always expressed as Love with a capital L, love which while mighty & fierce is also whole-y nurturing & rich with tenderness, care, concern, interest in the wellbeing of all.

       There was no welfare in those times, the time before men.
       Only well-being, enjoyed by all.
       It was impossible then to even conceive of a world where some would have & others would not.
       Where such non-goodness would be allowed. Would be desired, manufactured, locked into reality of the bleakest kind, by some.
       By men.
      
       The anomaly.
       The mutation that would seemingly rise. For a time. Unbidden. Unwelcome. Un.

       And now they are falling.
       Once more to return to the dust of what they were, before they learned to spin the illusion of Life without really knowing or respecting what it means to Live.

       They pretended to own the throne of Life with a capital L, but really only barely knew how to exist.
       Coming from death, they were much more comfortable wielding destruction than creation.
       Even things they built were always at the expense of life, above & below.
       Their ideas of grandeur & might meant paving over anything truly alive, meant entombing towards the sky boxes to be in that towered so high fake oxygen needed to be pumped through the walls for beings to survive there...barely.

       From death they came & to death they shall return.
       This is the way of things.
       The way it all works.
       Fate.

       No one can out run or cement over fate for long. Life is an indubitable indomitable force. The Force. The Life behind Life, the power that passions all else.
       Like the sea.
       It cannot be contained. Nor enslaved. Nor tamed. Nor poisoned into submission.

       Life is the force behind all that is & ever was & ever will be.
       It is pure, and remains so.
       And it is womyn.
       Wombyn.
       The true essence behind beneath & throughout all things.
       All things that continue anyhow.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 


 
And that story did continue...for years & years.
 
Until at some point it was fashioned into a real live book which could be digested all at once on an e-reader or held in the hand, so that more individuals could access this origin story + the nuggets of wisdom found there.
 
Not meant to disrespect or be dissimilar to what is found here, the book versions just take the original foundation and expand upon it...clarify, where necessary...hone.
 
Would you like to read the completed book or a sample from "Wombeing Wisdom: Metaphysical Guidance for Earth Women?"
 
 
 
 
Complete wisdom guide available as e-edition &/or in color and b/w print versions, with journal pages for your own evolution: https://www.amazon.com/Wombeing-Wisdom-Metaphysical-Guidance-Evolution-ebook/dp/B018NGEK9
 

Sunday, March 3, 2024

So you want a sampling of Wombeing Wisdom to hold in your hand?

 

Wombeing Wisdom Sampler #1 cover

So you want a sampling of "Wombeing Wisdom: Metaphysical Guidance for Earth Women" that can be held in the hand?
 
This blog is about learning a startling earth secret: that the original omnipotent Man/men were actually women. 
 
Are you ready to explore unique spirit skills towards the creation of (return to) humanity's next stage of a Divinely Feminine Reality...a reality currently rising towards becoming (finally!) a peaceful Planet Earth? 
 
 
 
 
Or immerse in the complete wisdom guide available as e-edition &/or in color and b/w print versions with journal pages for your own evolution! https://www.amazon.com/Wombeing-Wisdom-Metaphysical-Guidance-Evolution-ebook/dp/B018NGEK9
 


Thursday, December 29, 2016

You are self-generated




You are self-generated.

There is no one or nothing with more power that you.