Fantasy Harvest

       When you fantasize about things "they" want filling your consciousness (dominance and submission, rape, being surreptitiously seen in a compromising or humiliating situation, being taken, forced, coerced, shamed, scorned), guess what?

       The energy of those thoughts and your orgasms go out to provide continual fuel for the current system of imbalance.

       Ever heard of energy harvesting?

       Energy vampires?

       Orgone?

       The concepts are real, just not in the form you've seen on TV.

       So you will have to get a grip on your thoughts and reign them in.

       Take the reins of your own life, of Life in general, back.

       Begin to reign as the Queens of Life that you are.

       Begin your Reign here on Planet Earth.

             

Want to experience Change?

Change what you desire and what you allow.

No Harm Done...a parable

       There are rocks everywhere, big & small, smooth & sharp, heavy & light, porous & dense.

       The world is made of rock.

       They are abundant.

       The slabs I cannot move.

       The pebbles fit in my pocket.

       A wheelbarrow or rolling suitcase works well for those of good, durable size.

       I find them.

       I place them.

       One after the other, beside the other, fitting like puzzle pieces, all pointy ends down, anchoring into mud.

       "What are you doing?" they will ask.

       I am building a road.

       I believe in roads.

       Sure-footed paths from one place to the next.

       I believe in people visiting their neighbors.

       In change of scenery.

       In new lands & new challenges.

       In getting away.

       I do not believe in the military.

       Or enforced education.

       Or prisons.

       Or raping any land for any resource.

       I do not believe in mind control.

       Or politics.

       Or child abuse.

       Or employment.

       Or unemployment.

       Or business of any kind, really.

       I do not believe in income or expenses, in buying or selling.

       What I believe in is giving & sharing & enjoying & dancing & savoring & loving & tending & sleeping soundly every night, no harm received, no harm done.

       And so I am building this road from material already covering the surface of the earth, only not quite as neatly as my puzzle rock pieces fit together, edges nestled tighter to provide a firm walking surface that will last hundreds of years, maybe more.

       They are just beginning to recognize roads of people no one knew existed, after all, people who lived in ways & built things previously considered inconceivable for their era.

       I no longer pay taxes or work for a living because I no longer strive or struggle to get ahead.

       If I want to get anywhere, I can just walk on my road and see where it leads.

       Even where I've not yet laid rock, the road exists, invisible, waiting.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Do what you can...

       By good times we do not mean inebriating yourself into a haze of stupefaction from which no new thought or actions can emerge, guaranteed.

      

       No, we mean becoming high on life.

       Realizing that it is your right & duty to love life, to feel exhilarated by it, to be able to honestly say you cherish every moment of every day.

       Who can honestly say that at the moment?

       Only wombeings who have already left the landscape of men & wo-men behind, who have already crossed over not from life to death, but rather from zombie-hood -- death masquerading as life -- to real life, real joy, real liberty & justice for all.

       That is where all movement is headed.

       Those steeped in the old patriarchal ways of subservience and the oppression of law & order do not wish to allow it.

       They wish things to remain locked down, shackled to the order of their choosing.

       But this benefits no one, not even them.

       Little boys allowed to torture a helpless creature they have trapped are not, in reality, better off if they are not stopped.

       Who can stop them?
       Who can turn the tide?

       Either the animal/creature itself, a compassionate bystander, their own conscience, or an act of divine intervention...& sometimes all of these combined.

       So, begin.

       Do what you can do.

       Stop the torture of innocence worldwide.

      

       Stop the business as usual method of operating on a mode set to maximum harm.

       Just stop.

       Leave the dead paradigm behind.

       Extract yourself.

       Be complicit no more.

       Go dance in meadows full of wild weeds with other emerging wombeings who refuse to be tromped on one more minute!

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