On Babylon and Grace

How to write and say what I want to say. There are some aspects to my life that are very hard to make sense of. I have not drawn conclusions on them and that’s why I write. Trying to find solutions for problems that are too complex or obscure for this mind to solve.

So, let me attempt to be as authentic as possible despite an enormous amount of confusion surrounding these topics. Perhaps I’ll find a satisfying resolution through this process. I realize that part of why I have not vocalized much of this confusion is due to the fact that I have been programmed to believe it will incite a certain amount of rejection from my fellow humans. I want to talk about it anyways and it’s going to end up in some weird rambling cause that happens every time. Echoes of endless conversations I’ve had internally, trying to make sense of memories that don’t make sense. Please bear with me. About three of you who these words will reach will be able to read between the lines.

This is a story about my ascending consciously past the constructs of faulty and damaged timelines. It is a story about people like Corey Goode and concepts such as the WingMakers. It is a story about a girl who has been plunged into synchronicities that rarely make sense. It is a story of a girl who walks between worlds but can’t seem to rescue the one fragment of soul that feels held hostage by these ideas.

It is a story about why I was plunged into homelessness and why I’m going to need some help healing these loops and hoops and memories that goes a little further than teaching me about the Law of Attraction cause this poverty well, it runs deep. Teaching me how to fish and dropping me a pole when what I really need is a ladder cause I already know how to fish and it only makes this soul fragment cry out louder “get me out of the fucking well and I’ll tell you what fishing is really all about!”

So let’s start with the confusing parts since this vibe has been circulating, the whys of certain synchronicities, the what does it mean if and when. The numbers. The messages. The so called “secret space program” and the karmic and reincarnate serendipitous nature some of us are living. The threads of timelines we’d just as soon let die and crumble than face. Will we survive the collapse? We’re here aren’t we. We already did survive. Just don’t recreate them. Let’s have a little faith and trust and heal the memories without calling those timelines into this hologram and supporting them into existence.

1992 … the year I fell off the cliff 50 some feet and didn’t die, did get rescued by a boatload of paramedics and firemen going by at that exact moment. Thank you Jesus. 2003, 11 years later, Jesus comes again and brings some friends and cracks the bible code for my dad so his soul could be freed. 2012, nine years later and I figure it’s finally complete but not much happens in my reality so I shrug it off and keep grinding away. I discover a few things… I start writing a story about another reality, about a girl who discovered some ancient writings that would change humanity and the steps she took to decide what to do with them. I share these ideas over text with a dude that liked to help me from time to time, thank you Mason, saved my physical life more than once. “God” calls and asks me to do one more thing, “be the face” was the request. I rediscovered and began utilizing some of the things my dad was taught through art. I was breaking the seals through and with my art cause that’s how metaphor works. We were caged, breaking some of those seals, uncaged us. But the price I paid. The price I am still paying…..

Every bit of that art was thrown away and I was plunged into homelessness, disappeared. The only reason I am still here as far as I can tell is that a whole lot of spirits, both ancestral, off world and “ET” stepped in. I was “extracted” and left for dead but loved by my Creator so… I was saved, that is the best my mind can come up with cause passing through the veil as many times as I have is a hard one even with this much Spiritual proof in my back pocket. And God came really, really, close. I remember having to ask more than once if I was dead or alive because it was all just way too surreal.

“They” brought me to Boulder. And these are the things that are hard to talk about, hard to make sense of. Star of a reality show, tracked, observed, but free to perform the metaphorical finishing touches that released humanity from certain aspects of bondage… of … containment. A Christian saved me and brought me back, because this isn’t your show, it’s God’s. But, nonetheless, I’ve had a pretty difficult time reintegrating. Pretty hard to have seen some of the things I’ve seen, know some of the things I know and not be confused …. Confused to the point where functioning around people who are unaware or unenlightened becomes cumbersome, anxiety provoking, painful. Major pieces of my life that I can’t talk about, that I have to shield from them because the actual truth is not something I’ve figured out how to talk about or get past or or or or or… and the Truth, that disclosure is not the same as ascension or enlightenment and spiritual freedom for humanity, I still see so many ways that this could cause more harm than good. It isn’t THE timeline, it is YOUR timeline and unfortunately mine too except for the fact that it isn’t. And yes, like I’ve repeated ten million times, I am happy to help you heal it, we are in fact, here to heal, I just don’t think leaving me in poverty while I do it, is a viable way to accomplish this given your track record.

And somehow … in all of this, staring at Babylon knowing right where the exit door is, told to hold on to hope, ignore the frustration that I have to figure out a way to create a business selling something to someone, despite what I’ve already done but can’t talk about so I can stay alive because my second trip through homelessness drew a pretty crushing blow to my beliefs in manifestation. That was the time I had to escape the mind fuckery that was coming at me, the energetic frequency manipulations, the threats… yea, I didn’t tell you that was why I hit the road the second time and had to literally travel through hell and homelessness again just to stay alive in 3D, sorry for lying, they were coming for me and I was afraid. Again, I was saved by regular old people, most of whom were/are Christians… that Holy Spirit vibe, I tell you what – THANK YOU JESUS, there’s a reason why we say it so much, there’s a reason why “Alexander” and “Charles” and “Paul” and the rest did what they did. I pray with my whole heart that you never have to know the full extent of what you were saved from. I can tell you, don’t give up your faith no matter what they say. It all still fits together.

What I know is that Christ Consciousness is capable of protecting us from anything you could imagine as a threat, you’ve been watching this happen in seemingly miraculous ways for fifteen years, gentlemen. And if YOUR consciousness is not equipped, turn towards yourself and say the following words I AM SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME THANK YOU I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE YOU. Sometimes you cannot make amends for what you did and the only unifying solution is to let the timeline go, fall into the arms of humanity and allow yourself to be healed by normalcy. It wasn’t people who believe in disclosure or ufo’s or magic that saved me… it was regular old hard-working and heart-working Americans. That’s who saved me and that’s what I think of your call for disclosure. I owe them one. See how cool God and balance works out when you let it?

It seems to me you are using the slogan of disclosure so you have a bigger mirror to look into when you ask yourself for forgiveness. Let me make it really really clear how unfair and unwise what you are asking for is until you stop the use of frequency manipulation and testing parameters of psychological warfare on the general public. Just because you don’t believe in God doesn’t mean God doesn’t believe in God. Should I add a “dummies” in here or have you learned to decipher my uncle’s frequency by now. My dead uncle. My Vietnam war veteran dead uncle who is apparently still capable of communicating. Weird, right.

Why does me trying to figure out how to make money always lead me back to this… WHY!!!????

Spiritually mature me knows that stomping my foot on this issue gets me nowhere. Spiritually mature me knows that the solution is to let it go, let that part of me die and never resurrect it again. Spiritually mature me also knows this one cuts deep and this is probably one of those times I should ask for help to heal this. So I am and so it is.



Money & …Stuff

Ah, Money and Random Sunday Thoughts

Money is not abundance. Money is abstract. Money isn’t energy. Money is the accounting of energy, the attempt to quantify, track and control energy. It is, though and unfortunately, quantifying a false light in most cases. Because most people cannot tell the difference. On purpose.

Yea, I’ve been down that rabbit hole of timeline malfeasance again. My rent was raised and I’m living on faith and hope and trying not to be mad about it. Got some pretty awesome healing abilities but yet lack the implementation skills and platform to get to the people, notwithstanding my moral objections … the middle way on this one is still difficult to access. So I ponder, I observe what the Universe sends my way to assist these ponderings and I discern.

Discernment. Hear me laugh really, really, really fucking loudly. This is a gift I came with. The trials and tests and training to use this gift well, fucking A and you have no idea but God Damn if I could speak freely, you’d pay hand over fist for what I know. And therein lies the ethical crux. Over and over and over again.

I’ll share with you some of the things El Maestro brought to my awareness in response to my call for Universal financial support. The “field” surrounding money is dense, dense, what’s a better word for dense…. Quicksand? A density that feels almost like quicksand filled to the brim with emotions that have not been cleared or processed or even looked at for …. You don’t want to know how long.

Abundance matrix and law of attraction and magic and blaming the victim. Ill-conceived understanding of human needs, the interwoven conduits of love and harmony and the role of Divinity in all these human machinations. The truth of the players who hold the cards, beyond social engineering to straight up genetic manipulation outside of natural law but unable to truly exist outside of natural law and those who play no matter how obvious the latter gets ignore this fact repeatedly and repeatedly and repeatedly. Nature and nurture, nature and nurture. If you can see it, you are of it.

Trapped in timeloops and distortions and fumbling for the light but rejecting Divine Counsel and Wisdom as folktale, caught in their own deceptive use of such they did not see and hate to realize the Truth that resides there, that called, even to them.

Men who have done the unspeakable, women who have encouraged and allowed the unspeakable, gods without power attempting to mate a tree with a candle.

Dense energy is easier to move just like a deck of cards in it’s container is easier to move than cards thrown from a plane over the ocean in a hurricane.

Do you know how many realities humans exist in where they are not experiencing this? Do you know who escaped “el experimentica” and how they did it? So… you want absolution, forgiveness, redemption without having to stand face to face with the one capable of granting it. I don’t know what to tell you. Sounds like insanity to me.

And Buddha as prince turned pauper to find a way to save his own soul.

Random thoughts… if you see how the pieces fit together let me know or don’t, that’s fine too.

Goddess Love it is

Perpetual motion

Frustrating emotives

Unending climactic cynamatics

Wayward projections

Cyclical rising

Tidal waves of desiring

Toppled ecstasies

Dynamic delicacies

Fruition of the release

To build again

To build again

To build again

Working in harmony with Mother Earth is much like working in harmony with a woman. Working in harmony with a woman is much like working in harmony with Mother Earth. The elementals of her body, the craving of her soul to be lost to and free from her duties and concerns, forgotten by her self, the mind that sees all. Wild, free, captivating. This is the heart of a woman. At once free from all and any restraints that could ever be thought of or imagined … but oh so willing to embrace, comfort, care for and nurture, provide ecstatic sensations that free you from your mind too and anyways and despite. The ultimate reflection of Will, of right use of Sovereign Design. It is understandable that it scared a few and they reacted. It is a dynamic that takes some getting used to. Don’t always be so quick to worry about catching up, or going some place or doing some thing with it. For a moment just revel, just be one with the womb that is life, let the waves and well spring ocean of her love sweep you up and carry you into an ecstatic and glorious bliss you couldn’t earn or quell even if you had the heart to. This is Grace. You are the offspring of a marriage between the eternal formless consciousness and the energetic Maestro, we are in the latest cosmic dance playing out as the physical embodiment of Divine Union. They like to do this a lot, like any lovebirds would.

May it be well with you.

How I Heal the big shtuff

“Another layer of ye old onion”

Walking through fire

Dancing through the weeds

Wind beneath me

But I don’t float away

I float on and on and on

Begin again they say

Find a root, rest your feet

But where to feel relief

When nowhere ever seems

to want the likes of me

Perhaps I’ll peel another layer

Of ye old onion that is me

And if it makes em cry

Well that was meant to be

Don’t stand in my place

If you don’t like what you see

When I come back to gather

What you must know was meant for me


Another layer of healing from the depths of my soul. I would like to take a moment to make it very clear that I will be more vocal and assured in my understanding, Awareness and Presence in this time of healing. Like I mentioned in the last post, some of the finer points of my journey are going to need to be expressed without the pretty and standard language I use when I am being more “artistic”. Right now, I want healing, I want to feel it in the Collective so… as is my way…. I’m going to bust the rest of this fucking wall down and heal the shit. Peace be with you. 🙂

I will to clear the programs within me that are related to core wounds regarding my gifts. I am a healer. I am healing presence. I am alive. I thrive. I restore. I create. I live in an abundant, intelligent, enlightened ecosystem of love and joy. I release without judgment any confusion, fear, ridicule or shame surrounding the right to heal and thrive right where I am at this moment in time.

Two of the “wounds” I have held are coming up again to be released and transmuted. The triggering and reflective actions of the larger body are resonating a desire to heal and be relieved of these as well (that is why I am sending this out “public”). As I heal myself and transmute these energy blockages, I offer this energetic pathway and conduit for any willing to heal blockages held in the emotional, mental, and physical bodies across all time and space related to or resonating with these frequencies.

One of my primary and advanced physical interactions with Transcendent Beings ended with my being hospitalized in a psychiatric ward for 9 days (beginning on 3/3/03) and put on a civil commitment against my will for 5 months which the father of my first-born son then used to limit and block my inherent right to mother and nurture my child, resulting in an enormous ground swell of pain and obvious trauma. This was 15 years ago. In this now moment I witness, observe, feel and will to release judgment, fear, cellular trauma, distrust, feelings of unworthiness, feelings of being “bad”, feelings of impending punishment and the need to shrink myself, the thought form that being a spiritual person or having a spiritual experience, being an empath or accessing my Highest Light was or could ever be unacceptable, “uncivilized” or a sign of mental “illness”.

I release, transmute and request assistance to heal all mothers, fathers and other caretakers separated against their will from their children across time and space. I release, transmute and request assistance in healing and soothing all children both grown and young who have been or were ever separated from their primary caretaker or family for any reason and for any amount of time where it has caused trauma and restrictions in energetic flow without judgment, up to and including all aspects of Divinity, healing both Gaia, Goddess, Mother Earth and Father God, Yahweh and all representations and interpretations of such. We forgive, release the trauma and memories while retaining the benefits and wisdom gained. I forgive myself and all others involved in these energy blockages. I embrace the abundant support of the Universe and fill my heart, mind and body with love, joy, peace, play and inspiration. I ask that the Universe and Collective Body of healers and Divine Wayshowers send Light (of understanding), Love (of compassion, wisdom, strength) and Inspiration (for new and profoundly effective methods) to all mental health professionals now and across all time and space to be restored, redeemed and upgraded in their capacity to assist those in crisis to the Highest Light and Most Abundant ascendant integration on behalf of humanity and all others present in this time of transformation and renewal. Healers, Shamans, Lightworkers/Emissaries/Ambassadors, Empaths and Visionaries restored, esteemed and supported, utterly and abundantly as they answer the call of Gaia, Goddess, the collective, the Universe at Large and the Creator, the Word and the Beginning of time and space and all creations stemming from or connected to this Source of Life. I invoke the Highest level of agreement and cooperation for the relief of disharmony caused by dogmas, ignorance and fear regarding physical embodiment of Ascendant Beings and other forms and manifestations of dis-ease related to spirituality, awakening and atunement to higher vibrations, frequencies and expanded, growing, conscious awareness. Abundant and Highest Light filling all cracks, gaps and misconceptions, energetic plasma shielding, holding, renewing and supporting as cellular regeneration and spiritual integration heightens. Unlimited fountains.

The other is a similar wound that has been carried in much the same way. I have experienced several invasive major surgical procedures on my spine. One was a result of an accident and crushed vertebra, one was not necessary and performed incorrectly, one was a repair of the second. Both the second and third major surgeries have resultant discord, a feeling of distrust in my own ability to make wise decisions which resonates as shame, confusion, guilt, a feeling of being pressured or “tricked” by an external “expert”, feelings of being violated while most vulnerable, weakness, self-loathing, distrust and embarrassment for “needing” to seek relief from pain and suffering, embarrassment that I did not know how to turn on my own healing algorithms or know of, trust or seek relief from other healing modalities. There is cellular level anger and rage regarding the feeling of being portioned off as if my body was a separate and nonfeeling material component incapable of holding memories.

I remove from all layers of my Being all fear, confusion, shame, guilt, separation and anxiety, the need to over protect, limit or abstain, all false beliefs and self-imposed limitations related to and resonating with distrust of the physical experience as unsafe or unable to bring pleasure, and all associating judgments. I forgive myself and all others involved with these energy blockages. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you, I love you, I love you.

I call on the Angelic unbound force of Creation to assist with the swift removal of these energy signatures as they are released from myself and across the Collective and request further assistance to remove and replace “fear”, “victim” and “confused” imprints with the abundant, ever present support of the Universe. May all hearts, mental, emotional and spiritual bodies be filled with an overflow and outpouring of love, health, wealth, joy, peace, play and inspiration. I ask that the Universe and Collective Body of healers and Divine Wayshowers send Light (of knowledge and understanding), Love (compassion, wisdom, strength) and Healing to all medical professionals as they are restored, redeemed and restructured to assist and hold the Highest cooperative Spirit in accord with the Highest Light of Divine Will for renewing the template of humanity as the physical expression of embodied Spiritual Beings.

We accept assistant and fortitude in swift clearing of any fragmented debris or toxins released related to this healing and anything that cannot be transmuted or made useful immediately removed from our realms and returned to the Central Sun or beyond for transmutation.

May the Blessings of living in harmony with Creation bring you Joy all the days of your life.

Music is great assistance with validating your emotional experience. Validate, release, infuse with the new new. You are loved beyond measure.

Integration and Ascension and Stuff

Holy Hannah have the last few weeks been one intense bunch of what the fuck. It is getting to the point and after having survived this latest round of what the fuck that every moment I have to dress my words in pretty and hold back this fire burning away what I ever thought life was about, gets harder and harder and harder. Until, and without fail, I finally have to laugh at just how plain dumb it all is. But there are still way too many who won’t get the joke and my inner healer just won’t let me laugh too loud for fear of hurting someone. One of those healer short-cuts I guess, don’t hurt em, you won’t have to heal em, more time for dishes, right? Sorry, bad joke but sarcasm is my favorite release. Before enlightenment, wash the dishes, after enlightenment wash everybody’s damn dishes. Say whaaaat!? 🙂 You heard me.

Since I am well-versed enough in the art of this here Spiritual Journey I’ve been on, let me offer some insights on how to get through some of this heavy integration being offered up. Number one it is coming from all sides, all directions and every which way but loose, but do hold on loosely, do, cause if you cling too tightly in this air, it’s going to hurt like a beeeeyitch.

Let’s start with the easy one (hahaha) and move on from there. The Masculine and the Feminine. Easy peasy right, we know what it means to be a man, what it means to be a woman (insert more laughter here). We know shit about shit. You want the truth with a side of TRUTH, there’s some truth. I cannot label these energies or aspects one or the other because it isn’t TWO, it’s FOUR. Yin and yang on your masculine aspect and yin and yang on your feminine. Both your “Feminine” and your “Masculine” aspects are able to create and deconstruct. Both, equally, if you’re up for the challenge.

Now check this. These four energies swirling around with various functions are supported by that big ol positive force of the Universe some of us call Grandfather Sky or Father God as well as the grounding influence of physicality, what some call Mother Earth, Gaia or Goddess. There is your well-rounded six dimensional being when these are working in harmony (rather like a V6 Chevy from back in the day and boy can those baby’s hum, am I right?)

Integrate. Understand what you are made of.

Moving on up… we have the integration with our past lives, our trips to Heaven, the Celestial Realms and knowledge, if you will. Some of us bypassed, didn’t know, couldn’t handle it, had too many wounds and moved on up anyways without fully integrating those wonderous 4. Maybe some of us came straight from that 7th heaven and forgot how important the integration with the physical vessel is, knowing how awesome the place we get to go back to is? Maybe some of us got a little head strong and got our asses kicked in January cause we were half-way through integrating all three levels of 8 when we realized it isn’t possible without a stable 4? Shit happens. Transmute, heal, take the lesson from the Elders. They are a tough bunch but none of us would be this far along without em. Remember we have 4 brains, essentially, and integrating, balancing and harmonizing that 4, makes 8 come a little easier. In other words, depending on what kind of work you are here to do and when or what you have been before, seven isn’t nearly as important, the Angels are getting so restless, they’ll pretty much do that one for you, if you would just take care of the stuff that you and only you can do. Ahem, physical vessel, Sovereign Being, remember? Your LightBody as it has been referred to, is nongendered. Utterly. So, fix your pieces and you’ll have a much easier pathway to weave this larger spiritual “body” into.

Integrate. Understand what you are made of.

And that brings me to my final point of consideration, if I haven’t lost you yet, integrating with those not hyper-focused on healing millions of years of human history. Boy, hasn’t this one been fun. I’m sitting here in the thickets with them. I love them. Do you hear me!? I fucking love them!!! We are one!!!! Right? “They’re asleep”. “They’re the problem”. “They’re the “normies”. Et cet era, et ce tera, et cetera. All I have to say is, what makes you so damn sure? They could be your elders, coulda been through this all before and are literally just here to support you, provide mirrors, give you a big, giant grounding stone so you don’t fly off to la la land with your pants around your ankles. They love you too, just for the record, don’t understand half of what we say, but that love is as real as the sound of water making you pee your pants when you’re riding in the car with no rest stop in sight. Be kind and maintain your common sense, so we don’t end up planting seeds of discord in a community Garden we all eat from.

As you work on integrating and healing what needs integrating and healing, please also, don’t lose your sense of humor, your sense of wonder, or your sense of awe. We are learning to bear the truly limitless Intelligence and fullness of Love that emanates from our Creator, from the Source of all Life and from US because THAT’S WHAT WE ARE MADE OF so we take small bites, digest, let our tummies settle, give a little love burp or two and go back for more until we realize THAT’S WHAT WE ARE MADE OF and we never hunger again …that one you can take to the bank.

Peace until next time Miss Sassy Pants decides to tackle integrating again. Hopefully it will be the Big Three we’re all waiting on pins and needles for: Humanity, Clarity and Courage. I love you. We love you.


{Side note: I am about two-thirds of the way through my advanced Reiki training. My teacher calls it Laser Reiki, it is a multi-dimensional healing modality, beyond the traditional Master level 3 (which I have completed), that can help tremendously with clearing house on the things that often hang us up (dogmas, trauma, DNA level “invisible” memory passed through your family line, spiritual contracts you didn’t know you signed, etc). It combines Shamanic and Cosmic know how with Reiki’s delivery. While I’m waiting for the official shingle, I am available for those who feel called on a donations/trade/barter basis. I get practice, you get relief without a $300 price tag 🙂 Please email me if interested (melissalafontaine99@gmail.com). Many blessings on your journey.}


New Year’s Stuff and Stuff

There is a Bible verse running through my head today, Matthew 17:17 but for a little bit of context, I’ll give ya 14-20:

14And when they were come to the multitude, there came to him a certain man, kneeling down to him, and saying, 15Lord, have mercy on my son: for he is lunatick, and sore vexed: for ofttimes he falleth into the fire, and oft into the water. 16And I brought him to thy disciples, and they could not cure him. 17Then Jesus answered and said, O faithless and perverse generation, how long shall I be with you? how long shall I suffer you? bring him hither to me. 18And Jesus rebuked the devil; and he departed out of him: and the child was cured from that very hour. 19Then came the disciples to Jesus apart, and said, Why could not we cast him out? 20And Jesus said unto them, Because of your unbelief: for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.

Interesting choice of reflection on this, the eve of a new calendar year. I learned a lot this year, made huge strides if I’m being honest (and using something other than my bank account as a measuring rod). I’ve been looking back over the past year, pondering the pertinent ponderables…what have I accomplished, where have I succeeded, what needs to be addressed going forward?

I spent a  whole calendar year housed and somewhat stable (…in a shitty, mold infested apartment with several neighbors that like their dope so much I have a panic attack nearly every time I have to walk my dog and a kitchen sink that never drains or fails to remind me how much I still need to work on swearing less, stuck in a less than ideal relationship I can’t leave because I don’t know anyone else who would stay this committed to keeping me alive without trying to change me even if it’s only barely and only because I feed him, in other words, still dealing with shit I am losing the strength to want to keep dealing with but me and little dude are stable) and that’s way better than where we were two years ago when all I had was blind faith.

I was able to homeschool my son despite the enormous and almost soul crushing difficulty of the task (and immense anger I have to suppress on the daily because the local public school system has left me no better viable option). I self-published a book I’m still too chicken and self-doubting to try and convince anyone to buy (but it has been one of my life goals to write a book and I do consider it an accomplishment even if I’m still so surprised that I actually did it, I haven’t completely figured out what to do next). I finally convinced my mom that I’m never gonna get over my drive to heal and help people and will remain the weirdo spiritual anomaly I am, so she agreed to pay for me to take some Reiki training classes and when I’m through with them all in the next couple of months, I can finally back up my natural abilities and inclinations with some much needed, and long awaited, credentialing and networking opportunities. I healed more in this past year than all the others before it. So overall, even if things are still tenuous as fuck, I’m gonna call this year a win for Team Melissa.

Having spent the entirety of my life attempting to understand the why’s of poverty from every angle except for the one where I have abundant resources to address it, has left me often repeating a variation of this scripture verse. I’ve seen a lot of really shitty things in life, and many, many times had nothing more than that small grain of hope from which to pull a miracle out of my ass. It isn’t such an easy thing to maintain faith in goodness and my own ability to command and change my reality with nothing but stubborn and unwavering belief. How many times must the abc’s be repeated to people who are stringing together full sentences? This one is a double-edged sword though, cause I do know how many times I have thrown that poverty mountain into the sea only to see it rise again. Just when I think I have a little peace on the issue and finally put that mountain so far into the abyss that I’ll never be bothered again, something sets me off, the wound comes ripped open and a mess of blood and draining yuck must be cleansed, sutured and set with covering to heal again so the entirety of my spirit does not become infected. Sorry Jesus, this one still seems fucking impossible more days than I’d like to admit so you’re just gonna have to suffer me a little longer. Thank God you look good in a pair of Levi’s 🙂

Someone asked me one of my triggering questions, “do you work?” not that long ago. I’ve been avoiding him since and the guilt of that avoidance is starting to gnaw at me. I’ll have to figure out a good New Year’s resolution for handling emotionally triggering shit with a little more grace than running away and hiding. Nothing makes me want to extract myself from “the human race” quicker than that question but there is no way he could have known that. The memories of being homeless, having absolutely nothing but the clothes on my back and being that close to death in front of people who were throwing away things that would keep me alive with one hand while pointing their finger at me as the one in the wrong, (BECAUSE I DIDN’T HAVE A J-O-B) with the other, it still hurts very deeply. It is the mindset that has hurt my soul my whole life really.

Like the pretty girl with big boobs that wants to be seen as more than a sex object, I’d like to be seen as more than a tool to feed the money machine. It’s a hard one to get over because it should be glaringly -without a doubt- obvious that there is more to human life than how much money can be extracted from it. That question, a version of which I have heard so many times from people who cannot see the spiritual realms, who do not understand and refuse to accept what some of us have been put here to do and help with, frustrates me because there is no easy or quick answer that I have ever found to give. So yea, though the understanding is coming in slow waves to the consciousness of the masses, that question in particular still remains more frustrating than ignorable and high on my list of things to improve on in 2018.

While trying to manage keeping myself a tiny bit human when homeless, if I’d had a dollar for every time I heard “get a job”, “why should I pay for your mistakes”, “lazy piece of shit, get a life” “go away”, “you can’t be here”, I wouldn’t have been homeless very long. The list of similar such statements goes on and on and so few ever gave me the chance to explain. I swear half the reason I found the strength to go on was just so I could get access to a place with a computer, the internet, electricity, warmth and running water so I could collect myself and write a thoughtful response on behalf of every one of us who have been on the receiving end of those accusations.

So this question, “do you work” it leaves me struggling, it leaves me grasping to compile a list of reasons why I’m worthy of staying alive anyways and desperately reaching for my medical records to give a 3D-centric acceptable list of reasons for not working while simultaneously resisting the urge to get self-righteous, angry and judgmental in return… “what gives you the right to question my life” “walk a mile in my shoes” I know damn well where that leads (a slap in the face by karma herself cause self-righteous infused judgment is big on the list of no-no’s when you’re operating outside the norm, spiritually speaking) and I also know that if I simply lied and said yep, I work at McDonald’s, they wouldn’t think twice about the fact that someone who has saved as many lives as I have, has only now been deemed worthy of life by them because she works for a place that literally kills people.

It’s one of those things that’ll stick in the craw of a critical thinker, try to resist the urge to put that on people because we are quickly heading into an era where work will need to be redefined for all of us, that is what the advent of our technological advances and tools is ushering in whether you like it, are prepared for it, or not. One of the jobs I am here to do that is not currently earning me a taxable paycheck, is getting people prepared for this and able to grow from the evolutionary opportunity a “new tool” inevitably presents.

What is the nature of “work”? Let’s come up with some better questions in 2018 that gives a broader perspective on the nature of being a good citizen and conducting a worthwhile life that goes beyond collecting a paycheck. Maybe we can start asking, how mindful of others have you been? How many doors did you hold open, how many elderly people living in isolation did you share a meal with, how many children did you make smile, how much litter did you pick up, how many healthy choices did you make, what did you learn… how about a simple how are you, what’s your favorite color and commit ourselves to actually pausing to listen to the whole answer?

We have been born into a system of rules surrounding resource distribution and there are many positives to this system, but there are also a great many negatives. Trying to find that useful line of ethics and morality where the system can be updated has proven ridiculously complicated. Many blame this on greed. “The rich are greedy” the battle cry goes. But I’ve seen plenty a poor person and even more upper middle class react in the exact same way that we have (perhaps erroneously) defined as greed. So…is greed really the “word” we should be putting our collective attention to addressing?

Heading into this next year, a Master year no less, I do believe a more appropriate and less judgmental stance to take regarding this issue is territorial behavior, the animal instinct that despite enormous brains and even more enormous spirits, capable of pondering a shit ton more than how to preserve 2000 square feet and secure a socially acceptable occupation and appearance, is nonetheless, ever focused on just and only that. If we could think, observe, rationalize beyond this, a simple adjustment could be made to our bottom line and it would take a lot of pressure off. But in order for that to happen, you’re going to need to stop thinking of your neighbor as the enemy, as competition and judging whether or not they are more or less worthy of living or reproducing (or ascending for you spiritually minded egotists) than you.

Right now, the bottom line in this “first world” nation, the bar defining who lives, prospers, grows or doesn’t, reeks of territorial behavior, and it doesn’t actually make sense. It’s like having a giant sink hole in the middle of our country that everyone just keeps driving around and calling anyone who would seek to address it crazy. It’s hard to accept that we still do this. We’ve gotten territorial about our dysfunction! This, to me, suggests manipulation on a level most will miss. The thing we have not been able to get around, as of yet, is that we are still defining worthiness based on occupation and access to resources (or power), and both, as currently defined, are the product of a seriously restricted and horrific classification system that did not account for the human being as inherently Divine. A classification system that has tried to define and limit the soul as a product or result of some externally contrived Divinity measurement, something to be earned based on impossibly obscure parameters of “unless” or “if” instead of nurtured and grown into from the same little mustard seed we all come to planet earth with.

Territorial behavior has some obvious biological advantages, but it also comes with some problems that for the most part, we are creating needlessly because we haven’t stopped the behaviors or addressed our addiction to the chemical responses these behaviors produce long enough to do anything else but find more reasons to keep on doing it! There is a tremendous amount of energy spent “defending” and “hoarding” that could be spent in other ways, like cooperation, building, inspiration, learning, exploring, celebrating. So, do we lack faith and trust or… do we lack the understanding and information necessary to upgrade (evolve) out of this predicament? If your consciousness does not expand beyond this territorial behavior, you are using about 1/10th of 1% of what you are capable of. I hope you hear me and hear me well.

Let me attempt to put this into perspective. We have yet to understand the complexity of who and what we are, literally, and so we have allowed ourselves to become a product of our environment, a created environment (which some of us have fought against tooth and nail and our lives don’t always look so pretty because of it). Rather than operate as Beings capable of interacting on at least 7 dimensions out of the box and 15 with a little work, the vast majority are operating as unconscious dolts basing huge ethical decisions off rudimentary animal instincts. The question is why, and it’s a loaded one. Consider this your 2018 Master year cheat code.

In this year ahead, many opportunities will present themselves, I pray you and I realize we are fully equipped and more than worthy of them all. I’ll leave you to that and wish you a very Happy and abundant New Year.

A Note on Narcissism

A note on narcissism from the Angelic Realms

Mankind has been given the gift of self-reflection and awareness. This gift does not preclude nor is it allowed to circumvent all other gifts and attributes of the totality of the All.

Governance over one attribute, “the created self”, as seen individuated from the multitude, does not assume governance over any other “created self”, known or unknown. The All remains whether perceived and transformed as an individual embodied representation (understood through the faculties of the mind) or not.

Where you become confused in your individually perceived state as a “particular event” of time and space, does not and cannot negate all others. Those who wish, those on the path of KNOWING communion with the All, shall not be imprinted by those who seek to alter the Sovereign status of such and be made into, altered or limited to the box of another’s created state based on their desire for reflection in order to perceive as if through a mirror, their own individual state of insanity in which the All does not exist or the All is limited in definition because you have decided you want it to be that way.

In simpler terms, if someone believes in God, is on the path of harmony with the All as it were, and you attempt to alter another’s growing perception of the All (the growth of consciousness which enhances and enables one to be in harmony with all that is revealed and made accessible so that the Sovereign Being grows in ability, capable of directing, navigating or creating a life path that is in purposeful connection and peaceful relations of), your attempt to limit that Being into a mere reflection and mirror, to invalidate their experience for the sake of your own self-serving desire to substantiate your individuated and separated consciousness, is (in essence and intent) to seek to enslave and imprison them to what you have just proven through your own action and intent as illusory (if you are separate and perfectly so, why would you seek to use another or imprint and override their truth for yours to prove that your self-evident truth is universal truth?). This is where karma may intercede. Those who seek to make captive will themselves become captive. As it is written, so shall it be.

Narcissism is a beast of a burden. Resist the temptation to experience an “other” as less than, knowing -fully- through the obvious and extensive examples found in the natural world that we are part of something larger than one individuated view or opinion in time and space could possible perceive or conceive of. New species are still being “discovered” on THIS planet- new species that are observable to the limited human eye and mind!!! How can you call it anything other than narcissism to think that you know enough to make declarations about all that is unseen to the point you would take it upon yourself to tell another that what they are perceiving as guidance from THEIR inner Kingdom cannot be, because you yourself have not also perceived it? Take note of this while also digesting the fact that as each blade of grass is given it’s measure to grow and hold its’ place – sublimely – in the circle of life, it is neither more or less valued than the ants that crawl upon it for a better view or the birds who will use it’s decay to build a nest, a home for new life to grow.

If you gaze into the subconscious of another (or even your own) with the solitary quest to reap the reward of viewing yourself, you will miss the depths that exist under that surface reflection. These depths, which hold the Divine Countenance for humanity’s sake, could allow you to experience a more robust and expanding revelation of Life’s true abundance.  Engage instead, with Love, awe and wonder which are the seeds of joy.

This is an important consideration in an age where so many walk around with an electronic mirror in their pocket. Like any mirror, it can be useful in adjusting ourselves to a more pleasant image with which to engage others or cage us in self obsession making engaging and agreement stifled at best.



It’s been awhile.

Haven’t felt much like writing in this space for some time. An opportunity presented itself for me to heal more fully from some deeply rooted trauma and I took it and that taking required some silent reflection. Three relative strangers gave me gifts, two of them without having ever laid eyes on me and it threw me for a loop. There’s a lot of noise out there and I wanted to make sure I was answering -only to my Self- why a gift brought so much dis-ease to the surface.

My earth walk has had a few recurring themes, but they all orbit the same concept in the end: worthiness. In examining worthiness, I have found that the known history of our civilization and even moreso, the why’s and how’s of the cycle of “life and death” come a bit closer for the application of reason. Viewing this from a first-person perspective has been challenging but also priceless.

Poverty has been one of my main drawing points to this end. Am I worthy if in poverty? Am I worthy if in poverty but with intellectual and spiritual gifts? Am I worthy if in poverty but chosen by God to use those gifts? Am I worthy if I’m physically attractive? Must I be young, must I be old, must I be male, female, an alien, an angel …and on and on and on until I finally came to the point where I had to ask… worthy of what? What is it Dear Self that you want to be considered worthy of? Fame? Fortune? Glory? Wisdom? Love? What?

My answer is LIFE, I wish to be worthy of life. This sacred, grand explosion of awesomeness that not even 10 thousand years of recorded observations can do justice to. I sit and stare at the majesty of this story playing out before my eyes and soul and question how it could be possible that I deserve to bear witness? A little late to be asking that one. I realize this now. I realize too, how often that button gets pushed in all of us, cycling us through the self-doubt, triggering the “woulda, coulda, shoulda’s” again and again and again.

Whether deserved or not, here I am, breathing the air and drinking the water. Yet, isn’t this the question we all play out, answering in one form or another. Why me? Why am I alive? Does it even matter that I am? No doubt about it, we all seek some measure of validation that we are not only alive but earned a right to it. We know it’s precious, we just don’t know why. For me, the conquering of this question will come in the form of joy, pure, unbridled, spontaneous, unadulterated joy falling like manna from heaven, the best evidence of Grace I can fathom.

Perhaps younger me was smarter than I give her credit for and all the doubts and shame can finally and utterly be put to rest. Younger me examined all the things that could stand in the way of a full experience of joy. The lingering doubts of worthiness. The need to define. The question “what does it mean to experience joy while others are literally starving or being brutalized in some form or fashion”. What does it mean and how dare I … so I didn’t dare, but I did set to work finding out about suffering and what the ethical considerations of experiencing joy while others are oppressed, depressed or suppressed to the point where the word joy is no longer relevant …really entails. And holy shit, the skimming of such has not been pretty. I can tell you that.

To oppress means to keep (someone) down by unjust force or authority. To repress is (1) to hold back, or (2) to put down by force. Suppress, which is broader and more common than the other two, means (1) to put an end to, (2) to inhibit, and (3) to keep from being revealed.

Oh! How these have played their discordant strings through all our lives, so blatantly  here in the “modern” Western world. We have not so much relished the conquering of life’s daily and sometimes mundane challenges but rather, (perhaps finding it too obscure a conquest?) set about “subsuming” and “shoulding” all over each other. We’re up to our necks in it. Wallowing in it even. And the work remains.

So, long story short, my quest has been worth it. I have found a midline to work with and a pretty broad landscape from which to pull and pour my Spirit into. If I would withhold joy from myself, I am no better than the beasts who play men and traumatize for kicks. But, if I do not contribute to the increase of joyful opportunities for others, if my joy is not also found in relieving the suffering (even momentarily) of those who cross my path in good faith, I am no better than the beasts who play woman for the sake of fleeting advantage.

I accept that I take smaller sips from the nectar, because I am strong like that and relish that strength to the point I experience it as a prolonged fruition (a “particular flavor”) of joy.  Just enough to keep me alert and refreshed for the battle (that yet continues) to end the clearly ignorant message that convinces a Divine Creator Being there is no other choice but to take personal advantage wherever possible and glorify or demonize the suffering and pain of their fellow citizens just because that is the way it’s always been done.

We are each other’s shields and strength and inspiration just as much as our own. It is up to us to decide to keep each other well and utilize our gifts and will to fill in the gaps where needed. When my body gives up independence or if my mind takes leave… will I find anyone out there capable of seeing the soul beneath straining to squeeze yet one more lesson from life? Will they be merciful and kind?

Pondering ethics and morality remains one of the few free pastimes we have that doesn’t involve plugging into a machine. We are in a time, a crossroads for our species, where this task simply cannot be undervalued. Think, without using the same tired narratives. Join the conversation. Heal yourself so you can come back to us and tell the story and wisdom your unique perspective provides. Where can we go from here and do we have the heart to stop defining each other’s missteps in order to get there together and with PEACE the reward and beacon of our triumph?


Facebook Psychics & Stuff

I’ve been noticing a lot of tarot reading and spiritual or “ascension” guidance being promoted on Facebook lately. Youtube also has them crawling out of the woodwork, almost as if everyone is intuitive now (ahem, that’s the point of evolution right?) I like to share little nuggets of wisdom I come across, so it makes sense that the algorithms would send these sorts of things my way but it is really starting to be obnoxious. And what I see coming out of certain portions of the “ascension” community are down right exclusionary, pay to play kind of bullshit I thought an ascending being would rise above. (Guess they want another ride on the merry go round.) The promoting is done in poor taste, often includes straight up obvious things they imply they have unique access to or are the first to discover and without any review or credentialing, they’ve set up shop, cultural misappropriations be damned and started charging.

As someone who SEES souls and LIVES in many dimensions, let me tell you that a few of them ought not to be doing what they are doing. It almost seems as if the vultures have come to feast on our stunted spiritual maturity or confuse the visions of those who have been too long without sight beyond the veil. I just want to make sure everyone is aware of the differences because so many multi-dimensional beings are here to help and some of their voices and messages are being drowned out or syphoned. Fucking capitalism.

To understand what a “psychic” or “medium” is accessing, an investigation into quantum (multi-dimensional) entanglement would be wise. I hope that anyone who pays for the advice of someone other than a true sage, master, or enlightened angelic takes it with a tablespoon of salt. Being able to perceive moments or potentials for quantum events is a learned skill, but operates like any other sense. The psychic may be able to perceive these things, but if sufficient work on the soul has not occurred, you should not allow them to infer the connections between those quantum points or describe to you a story of how they fit together in your life and timeline, which should at all times be a product of your own free will creation (within reason).

One who has studied the wisdom teachings rigorously, been tested and advised by Beings more Ancient than our Sun, is a far better guide for advice regarding anything beyond the auric field. These tests ensure that their consciousness will have been far more expanded, thus providing greater sight, thus providing far greater points of potential quantum activity related to your frequency which allows for a much more sophisticated understanding of the choices you, as the sojourner, could take for the development of your own soul and consciousness.

What those psychics who are charging 10-300 dollars to show you, a well-written algorithm could just as easily predict (in other words, matrix-level shit) and 9 times out of 10, they will only be reflecting back to you what you are choosing to not consciously acknowledge. If any advice is given, it will be given through their perspective, their filter which includes all of their soul lessons, biases and beliefs. I promise you, very few of these beings have reached conscious enlightenment and far more than are aware of it, are communicating with entities that do not have YOUR best interest in mind.

Are there exceptions? Yes, of course. I am certainly not saying there is anything wrong with getting a psychic reading as long as you maintain your own discernment regarding whatever is being relayed. But it always brings me to ask the question, why do you feel compelled to pay for someone’s opinion when everyone and their grandma has one and loves to give it? Does it seem more valuable because they are charging for it? Take some free advice, you don’t have to pay to speed up your ascension, spiritual awakening or find your true love, you just need to ask and be still enough within to hear the answer.

I find that what most people want is validation. We want to know that we are unique, noticed and special and that desire does not end with physical affirmation. Trying to examine our own consciousness can get a little bit like the cat chasing the tail and in those times, feedback can go a long way (especially if these are things we don’t want to talk to friends or family about because chances are, we’ve already asked and decided we didn’t like their answer).

It’s a short-cut, in short, and that’s probably why there is so much controversy and strong opinions about it. Let me make a few more notes on some other points to consider. Significant characteristics about a loved one can be accessed directly from the energy matrix of the one being “read”, many significant memories are stored in the subtle astral bodies. Anyone with their third eye open can access this, technically. Flipping over tarot cards is often closer to creating a portal and inducing a quantum event than any other form of reading and you should be most wary of your choice of reader when it comes to this form of psychic transference. If they are a strong and thoroughly tested, intelligent and old soul, they are more than likely able to act as gatekeeper successfully without allowing transient entities to cross. Remote viewing, hypnosis and telepathy are other techniques that may be used and you’ll want to make sure both you and your reader are aware of the differences.

To reduce your risk of a bad reading, buyer’s remorse, or worse an expensive placebo effect that has you feeding the psychic’s ego and creating karmic attachments, you’ll want to ask a couple pointed questions (if you are not already very familiar with the “reader”). Have they had any experience of significance with psychedelics or plant teachers? Have they overcome any significant traumas or challenges in their life? You may also want to ask what their opinion is on something that you already hold a pretty strong opinion about. A consciously aware and genuine healer and helper is going to answer these questions with an authenticity that should be apparent. Look for authenticity, not any particular answer. These things will also serve to establish a few access points for them to tell you what you are expressing in your energy fields.

I would be remiss if I did not also say, when you understand your own wholeness, you will find no need for this sort of reflection. You will be centered in that nice little zero density cave o’ bliss within you, not hanging out in those tangential fields. No one can provide that for you, and usually if you are seeking spiritual advice, that is the thing you are really looking for, the proof of your own divinity, a neutral, unadulterated disposition. A guide may help support you and offer advice, but you still need to do the work. Anyone who tells you otherwise is being deceptive.

Maybe you’re just looking for some unbiased insight about your latest crush or feel like shaking your psyche up a bit, a psychic interaction could help with that. However, remember that during this time of transition (and potentially for a long, long time after this transition), anything related to future events is phenomenal, changing, transient and you can end up creating something you don’t really want because you took too close to heart, the words of someone who does not have to walk a mile in your shoes.

With that said, let me also say this, the Universe will provide direction if you seek it, by way of synchronicity, guides, and angels in human form. You should get in the habit of bringing gifts to the unadvertised shaman and elders in your life, deliver a hot meal and conversation to a homeless angel. More often than not, you will be getting wisdom that is priceless and because they know this, they would never charge you for it. They have likely forged their wisdom through trials and tribulations you should consider yourself blessed to avoid. For that blessing, thank the Universe by acknowledging them with a gift. It feels a lot better than a business transaction in my humble opinion and actively clears karma, pretty painlessly.




The Bride Allegorical, not rhetorical.

There once was a young woman, soon to have a child. She was visited by the old wise hag that lived nearby and given advice on how to raise the beloved daughter she would have. As the years went by and the woman followed all the advice she had been given, her daughter grew into a woman who moved with an assurance of regal, yet always graceful proportions. She was a strange combination of everything not useful but of the highest quality, like the finest walking, talking, piece of art so sublime your heart becomes useless in it’s presence.

When it came time for the daughter to marry, her mother grew anxious, unsure, senile almost in her confusion over how to accomplish the very specific task the wise old hag had given her. Each night she would lay awake pondering and begging for a better option. She had been warned by the knowledge keeper, that her daughter’s choice of husband would be a thorny one and many would be aghast that something so fine, would become coupled with one so controversial. Aye, but the old one has been so, so right about everything else, I cannot falter now, she chided herself relentlessly, seeking escape from the task before her.

She was out in the garden pulling weeds when she heard her daughter weeping. She went to her with more confidence than she had anticipated and in fact, in the walking, the exactly right words, came to her. The daughter told her the news that she had not received any confirmations from the guests invited to her wedding. It seemed they could not see past the confusing nature of her choice and unable to block out the gossip any longer, she fell as a puddle of desperation and misery into her mother’s arms.

Her mother revealed what the old hag had said. She repeated every last note. The daughter reacted with a strong desire to run, to implode, to escape by any means, but she remained, for loyalty was a prize far better than any other. “Do you think it will work, mother?” she asked. Her mother looked at her with the Universe reflecting in her eyes and said, “yes, my Dear One, it will work, but with this comes the knowing, there is no other way.” Though fear bit her heart, the love for her groom soothed it. And she nodded yes, her fate playing gentle tunes across the contours of her mind, images dancing in the distance, just out of her mind’s current reach. The knowing would come closer and she would remain.

On the day of the wedding, the mother enlisted her closest friends, the confidants she had always relied on. Together, they fanned out far and wide and convinced 500 guests to come celebrate the bride to be and her groom in honor. They came from all around and filled the seats with excited cheer, waiting with anticipation and some even helping to add a few spectacular finishing touches to make the wedding hall and reception even more befitting the special occasion.

Soon the groom was standing at the alter, tears streaming down from his eyes, trembling from the outpouring of love. The music began, the people sang and laughed and celebrated with actual joy, some for the first time in so long and for no other reason than they were asked to, encouraged to. They were all told that the man was the most powerful Being to ever walk the earth and there was no telling what blessings he would bestow on those who showed honor to his bride and his consecrated union to her. Seeing his moving and deep appreciation, the crowd became even more ecstatic. Guards, chosen from amongst the guests had been set at all the entrances to avoid permitting even one antagonist entry.

The music softened and the blessings began, guests rising again from their seats, one by one, calling out blessings to the couple, each blessing becoming more and more profound and divine as they went, adding and topping each other as best they could. All of this, with only the groom at the alter. And soon the groom became grieved, pained at the absence of his beloved, he became angry at the crowd of guests for shouting blessings without her here to witness them, how callous, he thought, how confusing, when it is usually the bride that is honored.

And the mother sat silently. Knowing, but not wanting to know. And soon, the groom left his post at the alter and demanded to know where his bride was. He begged the mother to find her.

The friends were enlisted once again to search the building’s every nook and cranny for the missing bride. The guests continued carrying on but with muffled whispers and murmurs where joy and excitement had once been. They spoke loudly against one another now hoping to steer the groom’s resentment away from themselves. The mother met his eyes from across the expanse and made her way to the exit. At the foot of the building sat her majestic daughter, covered in dirt, broken finger nails and hair amiss, the dew she had freshened her pleasant face with had long been washed away by salty tears that reeked of anger, bitterness, disgust, and broken heart. Defeated, she met her mothers steps without feeling.

“They wouldn’t let me in.”

“Aye, now you know.”

The bride met her mother’s eyes and reached out her hand. “That I do.”

The groom, unable to hold back any longer, burst through the doors with a flock of enamored guests following steps behind him. The scent of cedar and oak had long been overpowered by the scent of fear and sweat, his loving eyes now those of a madman.

And still the people thronged around him, in between him and that hope for relief, balm, water in a woman’s form gazing at him now from the depths of a heart stronger than any mountain and he threw the people off and ran to her. She held him to her bosom, and turned her eyes upon the crowd, they were silenced, and bowed their heads to take two steps back, and then three until they felt a little relief of their own from that reflection of their own mistake.

And the couple wed.

And the blessings made the knowing a little easier.

The end.