Prose; Separateness and Wholeness


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The two are seemingly opposite but one is an illusion, the other Truth.

We speak of our bodies as having separate parts but we are one whole unit.

We say we are Mind, Body, Spirit but all three are one and the same.

The mind IS literally the body.

The body IS literally the mind.

The mind literally IS the spirit.

The spirit literally IS the mind.

The spirit literally IS the body.

The body literally IS the spirit.

Feeling and knowing this is living holism daily. I live this way and consequently, I have direct ears to Spirit through my mind, into my body. I have clairvoyance, clairaudience, clairsentience, empathy, pretty much all of them. I live my intuition as a reality every day and it is confirmed by the quality and accuracy of my readings for others, the treatments I give my patients and the way people respond to me in public.

We are ONE whole human race, members of the body of GAIA.

We are one whole solar system, our Sun at its center.

We are one whole local galaxy, our galactic center in the Milky Way.

We are one whole universe of millions of species of life, Havona (Heaven) being Source and Center, God the Father and God the Mother at the helm.

Blessed Be.

 

 

 

Prose; Adoration Be Damned


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©️Lisa K. Townsend

Today is June 3, 2026 and I live alone with patients in and out working on my computer chip project, and feel more this way than ever.

I’m stalking a case for spring in the autumn of my middle age.

My assembled energy is diametrically opposite that of needing the validation of an amassed group of imposters pretending to agree so they can drink together later.

It’s not that I don’t like the group, or that I don’t occasionally have a very dry martini, I just don’t viscerally need the group. They get exhumed energy from each other; even demand it threatening social castigation, as though there would be any real loss there.

I haven’t figured out how to affix myself to a rumbling male in my present condition.

In addition, my mephitic eighteen-year-old son will be moving out of the house soon to go on his way to sow his oats and beans. My peaceful environment is proliferating.

As I think back on the men/mates I’ve adored and who have adored me, as vain as that sounds, it was called love at the time and then it turned into territorial civil war and possessive jealousy.

I’m pretty sure that uncorked behavior is common and some couples like it that way but some don’t. I don’t.

It’s just that, in this new paradigm of sitting in my body and owning myself, that adoration doesn’t feel like it’s all it’s cracked up to be.

A man feels as though I’ve forged an alliance with a fawning cat whose nursing by pushing its paws into my chest.

Maybe it’s just the mood I’m in.

When a man starts to adore me he wants to own me, my time, and my body, like a puppy!

That’s been my experience with every man I’ve been with except this last guy I dated. At least he didn’t bug me. I know there are all the ideas about giving your mate the space they need, but then the real emotions of amorous desire creep in.

“I want you”, “I adore you”, “I need you”, “I love you”, “I miss you” becomes a medieval prison!

I used to think I wanted to be adored by a man with high self-esteem and all the pheromones I need to be turned on, but now I’m not so sure.

I love my life, my work, my friends, and my home. Maybe all of that adoration would be oppressive! I’d have to respond after all or that would be rude.

A Matter of Opinion


Some people need to take their own advice instead of endlessly propelling it at others. “The truth” is only “their truth” which is just their opinion. There are facts of science and nature. But when it comes to people, it is all relative. It is a matter of opinion.”

Lisa K. Townsend

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Prose; brought to my knees


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“I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go. My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for that day.”Abraham Lincoln

Sometimes memories go deeply away into the unconscious like a rabid dragon.

But sometimes they rear their grotesque head and fill my colorless brain in the morning.

My 16-year-old son, coming in the front door and dropping to his knees, weeping, after seeing his Dad for one of the last times before he died was a moment like that. They had a little sacramental exchange showing they were bonded forever head to heart.

It’s four years extinct (in 2019) but there is a harrowing rock between my throat and my heart that wells up bereaved tears into my eyes and makes my mangled heart break, wondering where all the music in the house went? His dad was a musician. And what of my son’s future without his father?

Three months later my fiance died, dropped to the floor at the hospital from the flu and never came back awake. I felt like I was going to die standing there. I felt my fledgling spirit try to leave my body. Some friendly phantasm kept me there and I just went into numbing shock while a hospital helper offered me an innocuous sandwich. I thought I was going to throw up my soul. How could she offer me a sandwich? It was very odd to me.

Why am I even still here?

Death is always around me but I am full of Life. What vortex do I live in that protects me in this fragile dimension? My own.

A prophetic, intuitive one that takes great joy in serving my fellows and honing my vital body. Still, that doesn’t stop the sudden onslaught of being brought to my knees with grief and awe at what I’ve been through but still alive.

Well, part of me is not. Part of me died with them.

The death of someone you love is not something you get over. It’s something you live with and becomes part of your saliferous breath. Life is not a happy merry-go-round for most of us and there’s no point in pretending.

(Dave died December 2015. Michael died March 2016)

©️Lisa K. Townsend, 100%

Prose; brought to my knees


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Can Time be Measured?


Can time really be measured? It’s like trying to measure 0 or infinity. ♾️ Ultimately, there is no time. It’s an illusion, a ghost of manifestation of stuff for learning only.

So, no, it can not really be measured.
That’s why the days pass in life, babies grow up, houses and mates come and go and before you know it, you can feel that time didn’t really pass at all yet you called it years.

Something always stood still, no movement unless your mind or heart really changed. Somehow, that is beyond your body. It’s your breath.

Colossus


Sharing a fellow bloggers post; from Fauxcroft

Seek to stand with your feet upon mountains Standing astride like a colossus of life, Viewing life and seeking the balance Seeing where there is destruction, And seeing where there is life evolving And then feeling the power within your soul, Then connect with the environment and with nature Then become one with the universe […]

Colossus

Mystic Mamma Speaks to The New Moon


 
NEW MOON in LOVE:::LEO is auguring a wave of profound change. Big wheels are turning, generating momentum to close out cycles and to catapult us unto brand new shores. In the astrological speech, we are heading toward the much-anticipated conjunction of the great Awakener Uranus with Mars, the planet of taking action on our desires, all coming together on the North Node, our point of Destiny.

The energy of this conjunction will perfect on August 1st and is akin to a sudden wave arriving to lift us to the next level of our journey. The way this will manifest will of course be different for each of us, but what I have been receiving is that it could be a turning point on our own personal evolutionary path that is ultimately guiding us toward a more complete and embodied understanding and experience of LOVE. LOVE, after all, is the catalyst that inexplicably and unexpectedly cracks us open. It is what heals us, lifts us, and ultimately brings forth the deepest transformation within us. This love I speak of is the transcendent love that has been experienced by mystics of all faiths, where Love transfigures us from the inside. There is a turning point, where we no longer doubt it or question it.

It is the feeling of being loved so completely that great grace and kindness toward Self descends upon us and restores our original blueprint. This inner alchemy can be sparked by many varied experiences, but ultimately it is a love of Self that permeates our inner landscape and like Buddy Guy sings, it feels like rain. We can ease into the comfort of our own skin, and allow our truest selves to emerge. 

We are creatures of the wild reclaiming our multidimensional natures. Leo says, even though we might feel afraid, we must have the courage to stand with our hearts wide open and trust in the Great Mystery. For LOVE is a CURRENT rushing in to transform us. (there’s no holding back the dam) LOVE is a CURRENCY. It is the currency we must all invest in, trust in, and stream in. May love reign.

I love you with all my heart! Mijanou~MM  

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I went and hung out at Buddy Guy’s on Belmont in Chicago all the time when I lived there in the 90s. I didn’t live far from there in a brownstone in Roscoe Village. Not surprisingly, I worked for a Union and was a strike organizer as well as assistant to the President of the largest Social Security Local that represented our SSA workers nationwide.

Not so cynical


By fauxcroft

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Don’t be fooled by false flags

And untrue realities,

In this corrupt world

In which we all exist

Truth is the biggest casualty,

Not everything is what it seems

And things change very quickly,

Don’t take sides because they all lie

And that’s just no me thinking cynically.

Essay: How Can Our Experience of Time Effect Our Bodies?


When I was on a swing as a child, there was no time and I was in heaven.

Once upon a time, Earth became a Timeship, and we became time travelers given a spacesuit on our birthday; our body. That’s the context. Most stories begin, “Once upon a TIME” and then things and events follow. This is embedded into our culture. Time is not abstract. It’s literal.

We could even say that backward; how do our bodies affect our perception of time? Because in the final stretch there is no time and we are in timelessness. What tribe is that followers? White Wizard/Magician/ Jaguar which was the Maya priest class. The religious are the ones who talk about eternity right? It was no different with the ancients.

We’ve all experienced a sense of time flying or dragging while we’re awake in our bodies living our life. It’s a mental perception or feeling about events around us impacting our physical senses positively or negatively. Those senses go into every cell of our bodies and every cell of our body is DNA. These are basic scientific facts. No straight scientist or doctor would disagree with me. But how are they connected?

If it’s an enjoyable experience we want time to feel slow or for the day to never end. In essence, we feel like we’re in heaven or eternity. That’s the dharma strand or A.C.  strand of DNA activated in our body and we physically and emotionally feel it. I think I’ve only had one or two days like that in my life. One was with my son as a newborn.

The day that dragged on too slow was the first day I came home after Michael dropped over in the E.R. I looked at his empty computer chair in my office (now) and had a terrible feeling it would remain empty. It did. That day is embedded in my mind. That was karma, the C.A. strand of DNA that brings the past into the present. Karma coming forward takes a toll on our heart and body but then we need to let it go.

Note that there are days that souls we love come in and go out of the Matrix, usually next to someone they are close to in a Tzolkin Harmonic as my followers know. Everything that occurs in life on earth is synchronicity…always. You are either experiencing someone from the first 10 tribes as karma or the second 10 as dharma. Note that these individuals can be right next to each other in this timeline, but if one is bringing someone in as dharma for you, in time, next to you, they can function as a time bridge via DNA, like your children coming through your mate or your best friend dying and bc of that you meet your soulmate. It’s a mix. Nothing is an accident.

Time is nonlocal and your body is local. The tendency of time to be nonlocal is what makes events interesting physically because they can morph. Time changes constantly because it’s a lighter density but the body is a heavier density and stable as a projection of Time because it has work to do. If you keep your muscles moving it can be fun work. That’s what the body is, a 3D projection of soul intention into the fourth dimension, thus creating time on earth. We set that up as s group. That’s why time is one with our body.

Breaking Shackles Of The Ocean Of Conditioned Society


This is a shared post by a fellow blogger. I didn’t write it.

Have you ever drowned in the ocean of society? Having tasted the emptiness of positions and perks, society roles and responsibilities? Hypocrisy breeds yet ironically aren’t we all immersed somewhere in this conditioned ideology? Aren’t we always in a hurry and frantically running to fulfil the dreams fueled by this toxic energy? Dreams manufactured […]

Breaking Shackles Of The Ocean Of Conditioned Society

The sex sense – an alien perspective on love and reductionism


I took an Excedrin for the morning’s headache, got back in bed and did some Wim Hof Migraine Breathing. Three cheers for our pal, Mr. Hof!!! The pain vanished, and the caffeine took me back to the words of my dear mother, God rest her soul. “We live in a sex cult.” Yeah, right out […]

The sex sense – an alien perspective on love and reductionism

A Matter of Opinion


Some people need to take their own advice instead of endlessly propelling it at others. “The truth” is only “their truth” which is just their opinion. There are facts of science and nature. But when it comes to people, it is all relative. It is a matter of opinion.”-Lisa K. Townsend

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Prose: Intimacy, Familiar Lover


Written 6 years ago. I can’t relate to this anymore. Just sayin’.

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It’s so much easier to melt into your warm flesh because I know how you smell and your voice.

It’s just the nurturing comfort I need right now but you won’t kiss me as you did before.

Something is distinctly unfamiliar…

You feel different in my bed, humidity on a dry, cold, windy day when the sun is loitering in the sky rather than actually warming things up.

You’re a woke soul, a man not a boy with your dreams doing cartwheels.

It’s not love, it’s familiarity which so many humans mistakenly wrap their arms around in tribal joy.

No doubt, what is familiar today will change tomorrow and that intrepid fact is forever familiar all around us.