“To Love or Not to Love?” ~ That is the Question
I wrote this true story below about my own personal Re ~ Awakening that happened to & for me = 1987. I was 33 yrs old.
I had come to a place in my life where I wasn't sure I wanted to be here anymore and I began begging God to help me innerstand my process.
Why he brought me into this world and put me with my family ~ or was it my choice? Because ~ it felt to me like one of us had made a mistake.
I did not feel loved or accepted by my family and could not get them to believe or accept that I was never a bad girl no matter what I did or did not do.
I am telling you this because I have come to innerstand ~ there is no thing I / we could possibly do or commit including being stupid, asleep and or even in choosing the Jab that will block you or I from God's Love.
I have learned from (JasonQ) ~ once our Crystal Sun / Son arises and Creator Tesla Technogy / Tartaria Technology turns on ~ we all will be completely healed ~ each and everyone of us.
And ~ I believe that we are living after the 1000 years in the time frame of where Evil was released for a 2nd chance to see if they had mended they ways ~ made better choices ~ And
Yes, they indeed ~ blew it once again.
So, enter ~ Potus+ (Redeemer / Messiah), Q, Alliance, White Hats, Military and YES, starting at the beginning of his tenure ~ ALL Evil has been / is being removed from this planet right under our noses as we watch this Covid / Vaccine movie.
The Wall is the Ark . . .
Each of us have our own unique lessons to learn ~
Remember X 2 ~ unwind, reverse, circle back, relearn . . .
And once this movie finishes ~ All those left here in / on the Ark ~ We all are stepping together into the New Tartarian Heaven and New Tartarian Earth with New bodies (No more junk DNA) . .
. Where the dream I have had cuddled in my heart is going to become a reality.
We Are All Healing Sanctuaries ~ where Unconditional Love, Recovery from MK Ultra & Personal Unique Dream / Vision Discovery . . . Is Activated.
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My Story . . .
God is calling for our Re-Birth
When Q says ~ Watch the Water . . .
If you understood your own personal amniotic fluid or the body of water represented below is where we came from ~ Would you begin to see and listen to the Precious Child of God living inside of you ~ differently?
This is my story : What is yours?
“To Love or Not to Love?”
That is the Question . . .
. . . When Empathy leads to Compassion & Forgiveness . . .
Written by
PrincessAmazingrace in 1987
~ In the Beginning ~ Asleep
1953, It all seemed so ugly and no one seemed to really care. If they weren’t covertly manipulating and controlling their environment there was dead silence.
Routinely a voice would pray fervently, “Precious God and Heavenly Father, we come before thee to ask that this little baby growing inside my wife be a boy.”
“I am a girl” ~ "Why won’t I do?" ~ "Who was he talking to?" ~ "Why can’t he hear me?"
Maybe she could be the boy he wanted so desperately. She could at least try.
Tired from all the spent energy and concentrating on the warm liquid nourishment filling her belly the pain slowly subsided until jarring angry thoughts jangled her awake. ~
“What if it isn’t a boy?” ~
“I don’t want to get pregnant again!”
Everything began to throb intensely. The walls caved in. Fear and anger replaced false expectations as she struggled for survival.
And magically, as if she had caused it, the tension released itself but still no answers came.
Only now the forceful flow of warm life, which carried her with it into a world full of pain and pretending.
~ Rebirth : Re ~ Membering
Shoulder to shoulder, myriads of people with uplifted glowing faces swung from side to side singing.
The familiar words, “Shine On Me” rang thru open ears, touching on an unexplored place deep in my heart.
Two hands crept up past downcast eyes outstretched as if I myself was trying to touch the hem of His garment.
Old familiar pain, pushing and shoving its way to the surface ran ahead of me.
In the past thirty-three years if I carefully swallowed hard I could push every little bit of un-comfortableness into the shadows and forget its existence . . . but, no more.
It was bigger than me now.
With a guttural moan, the floodgates broke and wave after wave of molten repressed feelings racked the black emptiness and all I could see was . . .
A picture of a tiny baby girl pulled tightly into a ball with her heart breaking, abandoned, lost and alone.
The pain of watching her became excruciating as I tried to encircle this child with my arms and bring her in towards myself.
Maybe, if I comforted her, my own pain would disappear.
As I cuddled her to myself ~ her sweet face came into view. She was beautiful. She was all the things I ever wanted to be.
And wave after wave of oppression forced new tears to erupt and flow as my heart bled with compassion for a precious Child of God I never knew.
Yet, in the midst of my tears, my Creator God held me in His loving arms and tenderly said, “I Love you so much and I am so glad you are here."
And as I was carried back into reality, a voice quietly whispered,
“Do what you did before and TRUST the process.”
~ A New Awakening ~ Ressurection
“Tiny hands touched everything in wonder as a little girl wandered slowly into a wooded glen filled with flowers and tall grass swaying in a warm breeze.
It wrapped around her like a blanket as it swirled in off a sparkling clear body of water wooing her to itself.
I stood for a few minutes watching my sparkling reflection lovingly as I put on my earth suit and dove in.
Swimming, floating, giggling, kicking large sprays of water into the air as it fell back splashing.
Almost magnetically the water of everlasting love and amazing grace enveloped me, curiously whispering, Come and join me Gracie, Come and be my precious daughter.
In a split second the glen changed. The sun disappeared. Cold drifts of snow hung from leafless branches transforming the spectrum of beautiful colors into dirty shades of brown.
Warm clear reflective water glazed over as consuming fear, false expectations, and anger jerked me again like an automaton back into the illusion.
But this time it was different.
A new realization emerged and began to raise itself in newness of life within me and a gentle voice quietly spoke ~
TRUST me . . . Gracie
YQU are so precious to me ~
Feel Your emotions fully and allow me to transform them
Stand in the Center of my Amazingrace and Mercy ~
Become the water ~
Filtered with Compassion and Forgiveness
and
Follow Me.
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