Please dear Jesus, are you there? Can you see us? Fake Christians are causing despair! They treat your red words like they’ve never heard what you said about loving and care. How you helped the endangered, the refugee stranger, the homeless, the sick, and the poor. The hungry you fed with two fishes and bread was how your words spread to the world.

Not screaming, no way! We’re not gonna pay for shelter, food or for healthcare, for the sick or the poor, or the foreign for sure. We don’t give a damn for their welfare.

What’s wrong with these people who have turned dark and evil and claim they’re born again Christian’s? Please do come again so this evil can end. Please do another Earth mission. They’re defiling your name and why you first came to spread love and help the world heal. So please, now dear Jesus the world truly needs this to help these fake Christians be real.

To the tune of this old man

Elon Musk, he played one, sadistic game to have some fun. With a Trump backed system hack to give his Doge a bone. He made the Whitehouse his new home.

Elon Musk, he played two, he criticized Trump’s Bill then knew, this one act, Bill attack, would cost his Doge a bone. He had to leave his Whitehouse home.

Elon Musk, he played three, he left the Whitehouse on his knees with a Trump smack taking back access to Doge bones as Elon crawled to his old home.

Elon Musk, he played four, he opened up Trump’s Epstein door. A bold act stating facts might cost real broken bones. And make him hide from Trump at home.

Elon Musk, he played five, he knew without Trump, X’s die. So he took back X attacks to keep intact, his bones, so he could save his life and home.

Elon Musk, he played six, for 18 months made billions quick, then with power maxed AI hacks, he felt it in his bones, the price he’ll pay to keep his home.

Elon Musk, he played seven, lost 1/2 a billion and lost Red heaven with a clap back Blue attack, he pays for Doge’s bones, with life in prison, his last new home.

I have new information. I finally see, a now conscious truth I have learned about me.

My whole life I’ve held values that run really deep. My friends claim the same until time intervenes.

To show me what I have dismissed in denial. Then I finally wake up in my unconscious cycle.

All of a sudden I see things more clearly our values in common, they don’t hold, sincerely.

But, I’m choosing to stay and say what is true. No longer excuse or deflect toxic views.

It’s time to talk back be exact in my speech. Stop denying the truth to try and keep peace.

Then if they leave when they see I have changed, then I’ll know for sure that we should disengage.

Or maybe they’ll say, thank you for sharing. I wouldn’t have known, unless shown, your deep caring.

Well, now I’m ready to keep seeing what’s true. To let the chips fall where they may has come due.

The psychopaths that work for I.C.E. one day soon will pay a price. For all their crimes, and aftermath, they’ve done for MAGA psychopaths.

To make this country free of color. Free of hope and care for others. To do the job they most enjoy. Kidnap, torture, then destroy.

But MAGA’s they won’t go to prison, for hiring I.C.E. to do their bidding. So what should happen to these people? No contact given for their evil.

Can there ever be conversion, from psychopath to caring person? Are I.C.E. cold hearts too dead to rise, just like their proxy killers I.C.E.?

There is part of me thrilled, over the moon! And part of me cautious it might be too soon.

When Joe Biden won I felt huge relief. My heart felt much lighter renewed in belief that we’d learned our lesson, rejected fascism. We would move forward with a bright and clear vision.

But within a few weeks MAGA revolted. They battered our Capitol til it was broken. Some went to kill, some at least to stop counting electoral votes that they failed in surmounting.

My mind thinks in patterns, repeated or rhymed. I have to acknowledge what might happen this time. So I’ll have to wait til Congress is seated to know that our history’s not rhymed or repeated. But on January 3rd if red Congress turns blue, you can bet this old cow will jump over the moon!

With personal issues, I’ve learned to trust Source. But lost trust, in my lifetime, our World could change course.

I’ve had so many heart breaks through these Trump, MAGA, years. I’ve had PTSD from living in fear.

I couldn’t believe that so many people, would vote once again, for Trump’s agenda of evil.

So of course it’s been worse, with killing, and war, while oligarchs thrive by robbing the poor.

So I grieved to let go, opened flow, got connected to Source, as one channel, to flow to the collective.

And Source is now proving we’re moving towards justice. We are seeing it’s real and starting to trust this.

So, all trauma scarred Empaths with PTSD can let go, let Source flow, and help set our World free!

Why should I trust when the world is unjust? For years I was used and betrayed. We are thrust through our birth, all alone, to this Earth, helpless, cold, and afraid.

To parents endowed with unquestioned power and a system replacing that role. Most children’s trust is lost in injustice, quashed by hierarchical control.

If we can, when we’re grown we seek the unknown and begin our emotional healing. Like I’ve done many years, so my fear could start clearing, uncovering layers revealing.

My own inner Source suppressed by the force of the ones who abused and betrayed me.That takes years to discover then more to recover to trust Inner Source meant to save me.

So the years that I spent to build trust as I went on my journey of life, still unsure. Life was still hard. I felt often, on guard. My dreams often delayed with detours.

But when my Inner Source became my inner voice, with time I felt guided, directed. My confidence grew as my safety was proved. I can trust, because I now feel protected.🙏

Ed Sheeran says that he’s not biased. He likes the fence he sits in silence. So when we hope he’ll take a stand, on bended knees he meets demands.

Threw Macklemore beneath the bus. He broke the bonds of friendship’s trust. Then when his band and acts all quit, Ed still didn’t give a shit.

So now Ed Sheeran’s friends are gone. Ed finally stands, but all alone. Choking tears for what he lost, and rallies fans to cheer his cause.

To put more millions in his coffers, keep getting billionaire’s huge offers. He’s made his choice, he sold his spine. He won’t comfort Palestine.

Won’t call their slaughter genocide. Or even say this is a crime. So he’s no longer on his fence. By default there’s no pretense.

That he has chosen billionaires, not empathic friends who dare to speak the truth of genocide and shout the words, “Free Palestine”!!

I must forgive, so that I can let go, of 10 year MAGA cultists, finally leaving Trump’s show.

There is no balanced way we can all reconcile. Unless they transform their hate and denial,

To care about others, including the few. Black people, immigrants, and LGBTQ.

The poor, sick, the homeless, without any health care, The children left hungry, in pain and despair.

They can’t just leave MAGA, because Trump damaged them, and think it’s all over, there’s no need for amends.

They can’t claim that Trump’s evil was something unknown. We’ve had ten years of Hell their three votes have condoned.

So now it’s high time they change more than their minds. They must change their direction from willfully blind.

Make true amends to these innocent people, falsely blamed and abused, scapegoats of their evil.

Quit projecting on Innocents. It’s themselves, they revile. Transform hate into caring or we can’t reconcile.

Throughout my whole life I’ll have “negative”feelings. I must feel the whole spectrum to integrate healing.

Deal with my grief from all of my losses. This, in time, will bring balance, no matter the causes.

I will always get angry, have fear, and feel sad. I will always have good days along with the bad.

But my unconscious rage, shame, and fear, through release, has been brought down to boundaries and given some peace.

Shame is now guilt when I’ve truly done wrong. Rage purged to anger can keep boundaries strong.

My constant fear has lightened and lessened. I still feel deep sadness, but, less long depression.

Healing’s not feeling, constant love, light, and bliss. It’s a balanced unconscious that becomes consciousness.

I cannot believe it! I have finally let go of Trump’s fate, and the fate of our country’s shit show.

It’s been proved for twelve years, there’s not one bit of truth, to what Trump will say, or what he will do.

There’s no reason to watch or listen to lies. And it doesn’t matter how he meets his demise.

If impeached, or in prison, or through his own death, we will have to start over to arise from these depths.

For all that he’s done his fate will decide. And so will the fate of our nation be tied.

If most people wake up and are tired of the lies, then America has one more chance to arise.

But I’m finally okay if it’s not meant to be, and we need more hard lessons to choose to be free.

So I’ll keep my own peace, keep my own healing going and wait for our country’s shit show to stop showing.

I spent the day feeling that I’ve done zero healing. Then of course it was proved, my fear sent me reeling.

My daughter had a bad day yesterday. She’d been let down and she lost new found faith.

I thought I was better, was healing my worry. One unanswered text and my sight became blurry.

My blood pressure spiked, my heart beat was fast. I wanted to stop it, beat this pattern at last.

I tried to not text her again, but I did. When still no text back my resolve hit the skids.

Nothing would help til she finally texted. My daughter was fine she would call when she’s rested.

As I felt huge relief I came out of denial. What I thought healing meant was really a lie.

As long as I live I will always get worried. When my daughter is sad, being late, will unnerve me.

Over the years it happens less often. My worry obsession has lessened and softened.

Every time I go through it and process my grief I find more authentic acceptance relief.

I don’t have to get rid of my true valid feelings. That’s called denial and that is not healing.

Empaths, I’m learning, can’t be worry free. Authentic healing accepts the real me.

One person’s poison is another one’s cure. What make’s one doubt, makes another one sure.

There isn’t one path that’s right for us all. All paths are unique made to go where we’re called.

The one thing in common that all of us have, our own guidance within to help forge our own path.

This keeps us from following where herd’s are now going. We’ve forged our own path and are sure in our knowing.

I’m now going through a whole lifetime review. From first years to last years that I have lived through.

For my own inner peace I must grieve, and forgive, to heal and let go, to live and let live.

But to be reconciled can’t be done without two. Both must want healing to build something new.

Then guess who came up for our mutual healing? My disowned inner child saw what I wasn’t seeing.

I had to be honest take a true inventory of what I’ve done wrong in my part of these stories.

Have I done on some level, these things done to me? Have I reaped what I’ve sown, in denial, conscience free?

Have I owned then forgiven my mistakes in the past? Have I owned then forgiven the stones I once cast?

Have I tried to find common ground with trespassers? Owned my glass house to not be a stone caster?

Who knows the whole truth? My now owned inner child. She now forgives me. We are whole, reconciled.❤️

Every time I’m impatient for the Oligarch’s fall, there’s a positive mantra that takes care of it all.

It states it all clearly in the most sincere way. It’s a prayer about justice that’s righteous to pray.

I’m not wishing ill on the one’s perpetrating. Not condemning, judging or maliciously hating.

I’m just asking to balance the scales that they’ve skewed with “The Truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,”

If I had one wish what would it be? The absolute truth, for me, is World Peace.

Yes, I know most will laugh at my grandiose wish. How in this world can we manifest this?

If the ones who are able can transmute their unconscious, I believe the collective can awake, become conscious.

So, you who know suffering, anger, despair, grieve your pain deeply, help all to repair.

Please help our world achieve conscious integration. Make nuclear peace for all of our nations.

It doesn’t take all to form critical mass. We can start chain reactions, make World Peace at last.♥️

The lies AI tells are called hallucinations. Some AI models defend disinformation.

Yet, when queried admit up to 50 percent, hallucinate, then obfuscate, to keep max engagement.

How is this useful to anyone sane? Have duped AI users lost half of their brains?

Yes, this could happen to all AI users. When you outsource your skills your brain is the loser.

You can lose vital skills that you’ve honed many years. Don’t use it, you’ll lose it, then skills disappear.

So don’t ask AI, ask yourself why you’d pay, for lies, half the time, and a disabled brain.

Forgiveness is not a decision or choice. It involves a grief process, given a voice.

Grief has five stages with no order required. You go with the one that you feel in real time.

Then as long as it takes, when you get true acceptance, then you have a decision, just forgive or forget this?

If you want to “forget”, this means reconcile. Another long process you must do for a while.

You have to be truthful and express all your feelings. the forgiven must have understanding, for healing.

They must be repentant, change their mind, and direction. Contrition must happen to build trust and connection.

If this doesn’t happen then there’s no reconciling. Then, more times than not, you’ll break up from denying.

But you can just forgive, move on, let them go. You’ve done all your work, freed your heart and your soul.

And you cannot force anyone to agree, that without reconciling true caring can’t be.

So then, you do have one more big decision, stay unreconciled, or move on in forgiveness.

There is no way an Empath’s stay on Earth today can be okay.

Too many people, armed and lethal, preaching evil, under steeples.

They use religion’s coercive mission, turned Trump’s ambition of forced submission.

Perverting justice to hurt and crush us. They hate, insult, the just amongst us.

At the cost of humans lost. Through red lines crossed without just cause.

Empaths cannot be okay, today or any other day, until lost justice debts are paid.

For years I’ve sought justice for others in need. Without hesitation, I stood up, took the lead.

So why is the Universe punishing me, dealing with people who lie, cheat, and steal?

Is it just to just “let them” stab me in the back? I’m done killing myself holding rage for bad acts.

This rage that I have is held numb in depression. Suppressed now ten years demanding expression.

This is the shit the world wants to keep hidden. The rage of a woman is strictly forbidden.

I am done holding back my true valid feelings. The Universe triggered this rage for my healing.

By expressing my rage my depression dispels. I can keep seeking justice, this time for myself!

So what is true love when you get past addiction to longing for something unreal? Well, love then becomes caring connection, close enough to help each other heal.

There will always be difference between sovereign people, who have their own sovereign path. But, if your paths are aligned, and stay close together, you can heal in the present, your past.

Then keep moving together into the future, because your connection stays strong. Through this true love connection you’ll feel comfort and care, and know this is where you belong.

Positive affirmations, and gratitude lists, deep meditations that seek to find bliss, these long practiced techniques are a spiritual bypass, and like drugs keeps you seeking relief once you’ve tried this. It widens the breach between shadow and light. Which must be integrated to balance insight.

The road that I’ve chosen to find inner peace is to go deep within, find my losses and grieve. All hurts, held unconscious, stem from a loss: of love, rights, and safety, these and more are the cause. The unconscious holds wounds that try to reveal, by repeating our hurts, so that we can be healed.

Any practiced techniques that we learn to do, might ease our pain but it won’t heal the wound. Techniques must be done for the rest of our lives. As the wound slowly festers and grows in denial. We have to heal wounds by grieving through truth. That we’re angry and hurt and feel shameful too.

Bring the unconscious conscious and express in some way. Punching bags release anger, crying out, hurt and shame, until we accept and forgive the betrayal, by friends, family, and lovers, relationship failures. That doesn’t mean you must leave or must stay. It means you can finally let go, a new way.

You’ll start being authentic and have boundaries to say, if you want to travel with me, there’s a way. By healing yourself just like I am doing. If you’re willing, we’ll start, together pursuing, integration of shadow and light, til we find this. On our road less traveled, with no spiritual bypasses.

From my first childhood shock to my very worst last, I’ve been taking long journeys for years through my past. Every trauma I’ve had from way back to near. I’ve confronted my numbness frozen in fear. From my first birthday party when I became three. Til my mother’s last breath was witnessed by me.

What happens first when you have a great loss? There’s a shock felt within from whatever the cause. Then numbness comes in when you can’t fight or flee. When you’re helpless and shocked as a child, some will freeze. So to process numbed fear I literally shake. I sit in a chair and let my legs quake. What sometimes comes next is spontaneous yawning. Sometimes I feel cold, my teeth chatter in thawing. Until the whole process gradually fades. Til I no longer feel fearful, and, my coldness abates.

Then when I’m ready I connect my old traumas. Reliving each scene to grieve painful dramas. I say what I wish I had said when I froze. Soothing myself until feelings flow. Every time that I do this a layer releases. I feel lighter inside the more that I feel this. Because as my unconscious purges more grief, I have more forgiveness and conscious relief.

I’ve heard many say, when they see those in need, they’re more grateful for what they have got.

I cannot feel grateful for my good lot in life when their bad lots have made them, have nots.

The lots that are cast by hierarchical systems makes gratitude, soft golden fetters.

Tied to their gratitude copium pipe, to make our own bondage feel better.

It keeps us complacent so we don’t demand, health care, shelter and food.

For all human beings living on earth, we must have all these needs understood.

Know that we all deserve the means to survive. Innate worth can’t be measured, or proved.

When the needful get justice, and can’t be gratefully used, we’ll have cause to have real gratitude.

I get rare validation from family and friends. And self validation is only pretend. So how do I heal this unmeetable need? How do I let go and set myself free?

The same way I let go of so many things. I have to go inward and let myself grieve. That nothing I have creatively done, has been seen as something to value, not one.

I’ve created for others, thought my poems would be, a way to help people to feel differently. But the truth of the matter is few will agree. And maybe don’t like my poems or me.

When I wrote this one here, about validation. I blamed the world for my bitter frustration. I forgot what to do to accept what is true, what others think, I must grieve it through.

If I do the work and value myself, I won’t need validation from anyone else. Acceptance is the last stage of grief. And when I get there, I have set myself free.

Why keep dreaming the impossible dream? All I see playing out are chaotic extremes. Wars are exploding all over the world. Hysterical rage, through bombs being hurled.

Sometimes I want to abandon my quest. Stop believing in change when this world is a mess. But no matter how much I want to let go, my grief takes me down to depths of my soul

And I find in my heart that this dream will come true. I must stay on this quest to see my part through. Because no matter how greedy the world is today there will be a future where War does not pay.

Where intrinsic rights are treated as truth. Where Liberty and justice for all is the proof. So, for as long as I live I’ll have to keep dreaming, keep trying to reach for stars, guidance gleaming.

For even a quest by one person alone, striving through darkness they may not overcome, creates a marked path to this most righteous quest. This is how impossible dreams manifest.

After tariffing Allies with bullying tactics. Checking off countries to attack or to annex.

Threatening Allies that don’t yield to abuse. Went to war without warning, Netanyahu, his muse.

Then bungles the war and starts spiraling down. Calls Europe to save him by bailing him out.

Comparing Iran to the War in Ukraine, says he helping save Europe. So for him, do the same.

But the war in Ukraine is purely defense from war monger Putin who began the offense.

Iran was attacked to be a distraction by the Axis of Epstein to postpone legal actions.

So guess what they said, a big fat, Hell no! You did this without us, so you’re on your own!

So now Trump is sulking “I knew it was true NATO betrays us when we won World War 2.”

But the truth Trump is missing that he cannot see, you can’t bully the world, then demand what you need.

But I bet he begged Putin for help on the phone. But he’s already paid for, America alone.

No wonder the Trumps, dumped the name Drumpf, it means bent, misshapen, made crooked.

Still Trump cannot hide that he’s still a Drumpf, he’s hell bent, misshaped and stayed crooked.

Trump who’s misshapen by bumps, lumps, and humps, is hell bent to stay crooked with crime.

It’s true that History doesn’t repeat, But Trump proves that History does rhyme.

Drumpf Name Meaning

nickname for a large man, from Middle High German rumph, rump ‘trunk, body’, or for someone who was bent or misshapen, from Middle High German rumph ‘bent, crooked’.

Being called phobic, needing social exposure makes introverts build up a mask.

Being shamed to be social, that takes days to get over, builds resentment for just being asked.

Many block out the shame with things that numb pain. Could be alcohol, drugs, even food.

But the results are the same the next day it remains, no one sees the self hate you’ve accrued.

I’ve felt shame and self hate for my own introversion. Acting social, I felt like a fraud.

I lived most of my life giving in to coercion. Went along, built a mask, a facade.

So after years of untangling and releasing self hate, I’m reclaiming my inherent truth.

Introversion’s genetic, intrinsic, innate. And using shame to deny this, abuse.

Condemning mass killing isn’t Anti-Semitic. To accuse what’s untrue, to stop truth, is pathetic.

As they desperately hide, by censoring truth, the mass killing once done to them, they now do.

Their days first responding to Hamas’s attacks have long moved from protection to criminal acts.

So why now, you may ask, have they taken this stand? To use Hamas as a ruse to take Gaza’s land.

As Holocaust descendants who have had families die, call it Anti-Semitic to expose Genocide?