26/2/22 Processing Planetary Peace

Planetary Peace Process
In Focus hokus poke us
Whirrled War Tree
Has Deep Routes
Do Y our OWN part S NOW
Inner Peace attain able Now & a Gain is up to you to Choose
Free The Will
ELSE
all hell breaks loose
2 versions of experiece Co-existing yet differentiating and dis-entangling con-fusions and resultant erroneous mis-conceptions that add-up-to hell-on-Earth-perception experiences of the "collective beliefs" aligned like iron filings in an electromagnetic psychic*field of "battling odds to get even"
Perceived "loss" of power, motivating plan to take back what was lost in the Passed.
Leaving the pre sent
to go to the passed
to change the out-come of the future-vision
is a total-delusion syntax Error.
To Learn to earn one's Way back to the Pre Sent by approaching the Moment and re-turn to re-member re-joining Re-Union
Revealing the woundings resulting from lost-Love experiences buried deep within the Psyche
From when we Immortals began to die-out
The die-namic died-out
The Will to Live Died
And thus began the self-in-prison-ment of MinD
M other and The Holy Ghost... The BODY left behind with bits of M other's Will magnetised by spirit-Polarities
The W hole became a sum of IT's broke N parts...
Continuous sub-dividing fractal fractures splitting soul frag-ments shattering perception over Time S quantum quadratic Equations complexifying infinities of ration-all probabilities *un-folding* the "fabrics of TimE & sPace"
GoD & His M other only Gnosis kNOWs
Any who deny the current of Absolute inner Peace becoming manifest these days
are fencing themselves-in with their blind-dead-Denials.
Only GoDsElf can guide The Way True to denials to The Pre Sent Truth of The Ab solute.
Every Day is a Miracle born from the rest of the Night be-fore
If you are not experiencing The Miracle in Life these days, then you can simply re-frame your analysis of Life and re-cognise that y our limited egos-elf is in Error and needs to move to The Place of Truth with & in You...
The World is a mirror in which y our un-Truth is re-peat-ed until we L-earn our lessons.
We got re-peat-ed-ly "bogged down" & mired in the quagmires of "guilty" mirror projection perceptions.
May Peace on Earth be
re-cognised by all bless-said Beings Now
Living
in Heave N
Healing the broke N

A wake for the "woke" N

Dawning up on us all

NoW

 

 

 

 

Thanks to all who took time to read
and comment and message
over these past few days.
I can't explain the whole scenario
about what's happening
with my mom since my dad died
and what the fall-out is all about.
I'm still trying to work that out myself
and for half a year, that's been internalising
and going through a lot of triggered past traumas
.
There were things I couldn't fathom
the lack of Love
the use of deception
the stealth attacks
the threats and disinformation
the character assassinations
being completely cut off and excommunicated
the false invitation to come and take care of Mom
the bastardised Power of Attorney
the attempts to have me arrested
the attempts to coerce my mom to get me arrested
the eventual kidnap
the dodgy cops
the dodgy profession of solicitors
there's way to much to explain to anyone
and its all too late
it was in february
when they chained the tree to the gate
there's nothing much that anyone can do
my mom made her life choices, throughout her life
as we all do, accumulating calamity,
hind-sight is always too late
I've posted a little lately, for better or worse
just to overcome my own gas-lit fears
I'm not trying to draw anyone else into a fight
I'm not wanting to have sides taken
I am posting somewhat now
in the strange circumstance of being trolled
and spied-upon by ill-intent
every word "to be used as evidence against you"
and the strange thing is
these siblings must now read what I write
and I have no need to fear
it's not illegal to be sensitive
it's not illegal to perceive differently
There's no war than can be won
There's a Source for all shadows
but shadows can't sustain themselves
We all project our cinema-film-drama
Most of our projection is sourced in subconscious
most are not conscious of their subconscious
There was a lot of emotional suppression in Ireland
when I was a child, a lot of emotion was suppressed
expression was denied
cause was denied
pain was denied
excuses were made for my dad
my mom explained that he'd had a difficult childhood
and carried rough emotional wounds
a boy damaged by his childhood
became a father damaging his children
and this is true for all of us
we are all born into entropy
of generations recycling trauma
my dad drank alcohol as a way-out from feeling healing
my dad had an outer-persona
my dad was successful in his way
but there was a lot that was never healed
My brother Martin says my dad was an abuser
though he doesn't explain what he means by that
My brother Martin says my mom is an abuser
that she abused Martin's wife
but he doesn't explain that either
a week later my brother Martin says I'm an abuser
and that he has gone around and informed all the neighbours and relatives
He tells everyone that his dad is a narcissist
his work colleague is a narcissist
his ex-partner is a narcissist
in fact, he says he's been bullied by narcissists constantly since he was a child
my brother blames his dad for making him a coward
says he was never able to stand up to our dad
says he knows that I had been able to
but yet he tells our mom that I am a "snivelling coward"
while accusing me behind my back
My brothers have some dramatic cinema projections
playing in the shadows of their psyche
projected onto their perceptions of "reality"
reinforced concrete realities
It's all too complex, convoluted, projected and denied
its all fractions and factions and memory-perceptions
colored-in childhood feelings,
black and white sketchy frozen images
lost in perspectives
truncated, pushed-past-passed, buried, ressurrected
It's wrong what's happened with my mom
it's wrong what happened in her life
it's wrong what happened in our childhoods
it's wrong what happened in our parents childhoods
it's wrong what happened 7 generations ago
the so-called "great famine"
It's wrong, but life is wrong in so many ways
and yet, life keeps living
my life is not the worst
my parents weren't the worst
the siblings are not the worst {i'm guessing}
It's about perspectives and evolving options
most people ignore healing
most people take a pill, or a pint, a line or a bag
I chose to feel
feeling was always a big deal to me
as vital as learning to breathe deeply
cos I had athsma as a child
and deep breathing didn't come easy
and overwhelming emotions didn't flow easy
other people make other choices in other circumstances
a lot of people are too busy to conscious breathe
a lot of people can't stop for a moment
a lot of people can't handle the feeling
and don't know what to do
unless it's to be driven by subconscious drives
to steer clear of what feels queer
to drown that feeling in the safety of another beer
predictive programming - subconscious ID entities
bud-wiser
tennents
Old Peculiar
Paddy - Powers
Guinness gives you strength
Jameson
Angels with one wing
spinning out, ever further out
my siblings framed me in their cinema
disgusted with fear that our mother would
invite me and my wife and children to come
and live with her in her old age
to let her live out her life in her own home
and naturally, leave the inheritance to me and my wife and family in return for commiting to uprooting our lives,
caring and sharing and living together.
I didn't know my siblings had worked out a logic
that saw me as likely to be invited home by my mom
that therefore saw that I'd naturally deserve to inherit
in respect of giving up our life in britain
and moving back to Ireland
I didn't know that my siblings judged and feared
and thought I'd fill the place with hippies
It's taken me a long time to realise
that I been talked about in my absence
that I been sabotaged in my absence
and that my mom had kept saying
that I could be the solution for her
to stay living in her own home
I didn't know
That my brothers had kept gaslighting
That my brothers had with held mom's letters
That my brothers had told her I'd never come home to live with her, that I was too wild, to druggy, too mentally ill, too emotional, too unstable.
Well, here's a piece of poetry from 2004
"The Way is intelligent in IT Self"

Perhaps even this mess will bring a greater healing

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