Synchronicity is the Source of Consciousness
Time is the strands of past and future in our DNA, not the hands of time on a clock
So it is with every event that happens in time. Time is DNA. They merge with each other because they’re one. The tree, stone and human are all composed of DNA. As time evolves DNA evolves and eventually it’s gone.
The memory goes into the akashic record. But memory is an apparition, unmanifested.
This is new Intel from The White House within the last 24 hours. Please watch and share widely.
Please look at this article by The Watchers before you read my post.
The Changes in the Sun are Greatly Affecting Earth’s Magnetic Field and Thus our Weather
The Sun’s weakening magnetic field and flagging solar wind are not protecting us as usual from deep-space radiation. Earth to Sky balloon launches in multiple countries and US states show that this is a widespread phenomenon.
Therefore, we are literally in the throws of accurately assessing what is actually going on with our climate, in terms of the full picture.
DO HUMANS AFFECT THE CLIMATE? YEEEESS. And I never said we didn’t. And yes, we needed to change our ways yesterday. But humans, especially men and their hubris are NOT as powerful as the sun’s effect on the earth. We have no control over the sun and won’t. How can anyone rationally suggest that we could control the sun and thus our weather? It’s preposterous.
Let’s focus on what we can change on this planet and that is listening and talking to one another in a non-biased way. I’m not going to be a nice girl and be quiet when it comes to scientific fact and questions regarding the Earth. Nor will I listen to or respect religious or scientific dogma that isn’t based on empirical facts.
Gravity is not a force, it’s a curve in space-time which are the four dimensions we see and feel on Earth according to Einsteins Theory of Relativity. I’m not stuck in Newtonian Science. If we are still assessing the Earth’s climate according to Newton, I’m not on the train.
General relativity provides a framework under which the laws of physics look the same for everyone at every moment, regardless of how they are moving. Einstein achieved this by making gravity a property of the universe, rather than of individual bodies.
General relativity describes gravity geometrically. The fabric of the universe – the four dimensions of space and time – is full of lumps and bumps created by the presence of mass and energy. This warping is unavoidable; whenever anything – be it you, me, a piece of space dust or a photon of light – tries to travel through the universe in a straight line, it actually follows a trajectory that is curved (like a woman!) by any mass and energy in the vicinity. The result of this curvature is what we think of as gravity. To look at it a slightly different way, gravity is not what one body does directly to another, but what a body’s mass does to the surrounding universe.
This takes me off course of my subject matter, intuition. However, I work in a field of science; biology and healthcare, so, I do appreciate all aspects of science and study cell biology, physics, and Tzolkin Cosmology or Time Science. My intuition doesn’t need to tell me what statistics show and that is, when women participate in a discourse on science, the men prefer if we’re quiet. Well, sometimes we don’t get our way.
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(Thanks to everyone for all the likes on this. I love writing prose and will continue.)💜
I lose my gaze in a myriad of crystal snowflakes
wending their way to the earth.
I wonder if they could be the scads of tears, prayers, thoughts,
and meanderings of humans all over the Earth
who didn’t quite ascend their minds to the pure, white-hot, burning light of well-being to be absorbed by the sun?
The snows will always return until humans are magnetic and hot…
The snows return to earth under
the sacred gaze of bright cardinals robed in red and
chickadees who speechlessly honor and guard their sacred prayer.
Their temple is truly the bare tree,
The faithful, the crystals, kneeling to bow to the cold wind easing to a snail pace…
the evergreen, the stalwart, pounding, sacred heart of the earth who doesn’t even know what forgiveness is. It’s unnecessary.
Blessings to all the Earth’s living to be born again in the winter white.
©1/2/11 Lisa Townsend
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They know by studying the brain that we are not “thinking” while we sleep.
If I’m not thinking, then where are the people, places, voices, words, events, and feelings coming from? It’s not exactly like watching a movie; it’s more like an opaque, frenetic cloud that’s really alive.
I’m free in my dreams to sit back or join in, to interact or be quiet without judgment. Waking life is a dream for me. All day, while I’m “awake”, I’m trying to go back to my dream state to remember how I felt, who I saw, and what happened. It feels like there is a whole other life full of etheric information for me there. Waking life feels like just a resonance is a type of magnetic can; the kind you string together.
Where did I go? I know it was a good place because it affects my day, depending on where I went that night.
I’m not saying I don’t like it here, on earth, but the other side does beckon somehow. I’m a bit glad of that for when my body is worn to a frazzle at one-hundred and four years old, my work is done, it will be easy to drift off and say, “My work here is done. I’m out.” My senses and my body still want to drink in all that earth has to offer though, right now.
Earth is fabulous, no matter how hard it can get here.
The smell of the grass, the trees, the fresh air in my lungs, the blood coursing through my body; that is sweet.
The physical presence of the soil beneath my feet and the sunlight in my eyes, that is true earthly sweet love and nurturing.
Humans aren’t there most of the time for each other anymore-especially when things are going well. Our culture has taken peoples time and minds from earthly awareness so that we are lucky to see each other for one hour a month if that. I’m not going to make myself sick just so people will come running to me, keep me company, and nurture me while I lie there. How is that companionship? I thought people who loved you wanted to share good times with you, not just bad?
The earth and my body are there for me constantly and give to me all the time, even when I’m confident and feeling really happy. The Earth doesn’t abandon me when I’m happy or treat me like a barking dog because I’m a woman that speaks up! I honor and think of the earth all the time in return.
I’m in love with the Earth. That is my sustenance, healing, and love. I guess it will remain so until I’m done here.
Synchronicity is the Source of Consciousness 
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