Liminal Loose Ends
Sorting through the relics of the old world
Coming out of the matrix, the ouroboros loop of conspiracy culture as well, is quite a journey! I recently heard a podcast where this was used as an analogy about the trap of constantly seeking the latest news on what’s really happening in the world, and investigating all the shenanigans played on us that get more ridiculous by the day. It’s like chasing breadcrumbs in the woods to discover a wicked person at the end of the trail, who led you there for their own nefarious gain.
But no doubt, there is definitely something happening here.
The release of the Epstein Files demonstrated on a mainstream level that Hansel & Gretel wasn’t merely a “fairy tale,” but in fact an old world documentary. The modern version of which might be in the horrific human hunting stories from Bohemian Grove or estates in the UK, or Zorro Ranch in New Mexico, or the island that the Lolita Express carried many politicians and entertainers to.
Lately, I have been feeling that I am not myself in any of the ways I used to be. It’s as though I was born into a new life and only some of the real player characters are still here, not all of them, but some. Yet, we are all very different now and have adapted to new roles. I feel like I am in an alternate reality or different incarnation, in this very lifetime.
I am doing my best to keep up with the speed of it all but it is moving so fast. It really feels like we are losing facets of reality, a Mandela Effect, but on multiple levels. As though we are in a new timeline, with familiar faces, but something is slightly different. Of course, we have changed as time has passed, so there is that. I wonder if all generations go through this or this is something special to our time.
As a young GenX-er/old Millennial cusp person, my perspective is that we shared a mass hypnosis and it’s shattering in real time before our eyes. It’s difficult not to try and cling to some shards of our former reflections in the broken mirror pieces of this transformative moment.
I am weary of collapsing into realities that feel tight, or not quite right. Whenever we believe firmly in anything, matter solidifies to match our expectation. This has been proven in physics, and is evident to one who is willing to shake off the cloak of any collective narrative for a moment. But the weight of the collective pressure to participate is heavy. It isn’t easy to loose yourself from.
“Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?”
- Elif Shafak
So, allow me now to digress into describing the latest full moon, and its effects on me. Restlessness would be an understatement.
My dog, Cecilia is coincidentally in heat;
tormented and barely consolable. She nests with her toy as though it’s a puppy, and cries a very unique cry that is designed to attract males and simultaneously torture me. I always feel a little more intense with the full moon, even since receiving Jesus as my personal savior. So, I accept this is my fate as a denizen of this mysterious domain, that we are affected by the power of its luminosity and pull on us, even if not actively summoning it.
The last few days have pulled me into a vortex of deep insights that wake me at 2am. I have resisted writing them down, due to my desire to keep regular daylight hours, but I haven’t been able to ignore it.
Have you been feeling it, too?
I borrow moonlight for this inner journey to disentangle all the knots that have been trapping my life force. Now, I have embraced a whole new lifestyle that demands no real sympathetic nervous system response from me. It’s wild to consider how long I survived in fight or flight without realizing it … How disassociated one can spend their life, traversing across the world to India, for example, or witnessing psychotic episodes of fellow travelers in this human experience and learning how to hide within in order not to feel the whole experience and appear calm. A tempest is at hand, and yet my personal plot of land on this terrain is peaceful. Where is the tempest occurring you may ask…
Why, it’s in the supernatural realms.
The spiritual battle is real, and is so close to us that we can almost sense it with hairs raised on arms in electrified anticipation. Despite my active resistance to mainstream programming through much of my life, perverse programs still got in. I have had to accept the fact that many anti-life programs entered my consciousness through my quest for enlightenment. These teachings led me to consider celibacy during the prime of my reproductive years and to go inward instead, trying to master my personal evolution. As well as the repeated billionaire-class imposed narrative of an overabundant population that would create disaster if numbers didn’t decrease. What is interesting now is that birth rates - especially of certain populations - have plummeted, and we don’t have the sufficient replacement numbers to continue to embrace this promotion of culling of population in general.
Having a husband has helped me to commit to life in a way that I haven’t ever before. This responsibility to show up consistently for this relationship has been a missing link in my life that I couldn’t fathom in years prior. It’s a mirror of my relationship to the Divine, in the sense that he shows me where I still want to hide from life. It demands I speak up for myself, rather than run away, like I might have done in the past; believing programs that convinced me there was no other way, and were in fact, agitating constantly for my demise.
Having a dog has also helped me to get back into the flow of life as that I needed to fully embrace to tending to a dependent living being. Having plants, too, has helped, especially in the last year that I stuck around in one spot long enough to sincerely support their lives. I was talking to a friend yesterday and we joked about how real “plant anguish” is, which we defined as the acute pain of losing a plant due to our own neglect or seeing a plant suffer on account of our forgetting to water! Both of us being childless, and seeking places to put our nurturing energy.
I have shared a glimpse of my plight here. I am not trying to condemn anything or anyone or myself certainly, and life ain’t over yet. But I look at the data now, the facts that I am seeing, and can’t help but hypothesize about it all. I suggest only to refine one’s discernment and be wary of looping in conspiracy culture matrices just as much as mainstream hive-mind narratives.
“We have Art in order not to die of the truth.”
- Elif Shafak
I suggest we continue our storytelling and find ways to express our art. When one commits to an artistic pursuit, so much is revealed in the process alone. God is talking to you when you can free yourself of the narrative, the spell of certain worldviews and inflated points of view, and art also is a means to release programs. The consciousness found in the creative process is expansive and calls forth all sorts of revelations. Clues from your life come to the surface of the subconscious undercurrent fabricating “reality” and symbols, images, impressions speak to you in ways that although abstract, are understood. I feel it when I sit down to write you here or when I dance, sing, play music, paint, restore a piece of furniture, or garden. Where do you find that expansive part of you that the Creator can minister directly within?
I have heard something like, “If you are depressed, ask yourself when you stopped dancing?” When we stop allowing spontaneous movement, we get stuck more easily in programs or paradigms, thought prisons of our own willing enslavement. The way out is to insist on moving in your own rhythm and listening to the inner song. It’s a paradox in that we constantly balance between embracing outer costumes of belief to frame a suitable reality, and letting go to something that is beyond all that. The purity of heart and the singleness of mind are the weapons needed to slay the outer spells of delusion. Supernatural help flows in when we become like children again, as Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 18:3)
To be childlike is to be innocent and to be freed of the memories and shame of living with self-seeking motives. We have the opportunity to be repentant adults humbled by our own sin in chasing self-glorification or self-reliance, and through that sincere admission, transformed into a temple where we are then able then to commune with the Most High. We are then moved by the Holy Spirit in a fashion that enables us to express our most authentic selves, not the depraved version that ignorantly promoted anti-life agendas. For we are all made in the image of our Creator.
When I began this Substack, I named it “Art of Liberation” because I knew I wanted to share creatively about various liberations we can all experience. I have recovered from multiple mind control efforts in this life that interfered with my potential, and I am finding my way now on new ground, where I have never stood before. I am still removing their tendrils and uncovering new ones that I didn’t see before I had the supernatural help to recognize them.
I hope this finds you and inspires you to create and breathe life into the version of a new world that resonates with you. The relics of the old world are there to remind us of how far we have come, but at some point, we need to cease clinging to them and just use them as iconic representatives of a world that is either being destroyed or fully transformed. Into what precisely, I do not know; but I do have hope it could be far better than all we have known before, including all the good stuff too! Imagine that with me, will you?
With love, Tamara
Really wonderful!
What helps me not get sucked into the insanity of the Maya is to keep helping.
Once when I was having a monumental wig out over the state of things on earth - a guy said to me... "Why are you so worried about the drama of the illusion. Just keep helping and being loving and kind"
Keep dancing !
I’ve been feeling the creative tug on my soul for a while. I suppose I should be praying for the energy and finances to be able to take some classes!