Normal Red Pill stuff.
I am that I am. It is Me. I have the pics. I wondered why I took so many. Who am I ? I am me. I know who I am.
Windmills of my mind.
‘Leaving an abusive relationship usually isn’t as simple as walking out the door.
Along with concerns about finding a place to live, supporting yourself, or being prevented from seeing your children or loved ones, you might feel tied to your partner, unable to break away.
This emotional attachment, known as a trauma bond, develops out of a repeated cycle of abuse, devaluation, and positive reinforcement.
The trauma of abuse might create powerful feelings you struggle to make sense of, especially when abuse alternates with kindness and intimacy.’
Underneath the craziness there is one trauma bond which all ‘creation’ shares. And that is the false belief in separation from God aka Love which has created a false reality which we seem to experience. IMO.
And Dreams. A couple of nights ago I met my guardian angel. She is female. Also I was told to look in a mirror and what was reflected back was a face of a black man. This wasn’t a shadow reflection of the darkness in my soul but actually saying in the mirror I am a black man. These magic mushrooms are good. Returning Home to God is complicated though !