let’s not imagine what’s between the lines.
on some level, we all know.
and what’s between the lines is a vast wordless zone that swallows innocence whole.
i see i’m beating around the bush because this is so hard to say and i don’t know how to begin, but i’m destined to reach my point (or else the end of the page) soon…
sometimes our bodies are called back into war, and for those of us here as Light, that sometimes is now.
but it’s not only what you might think: the outer-shell-surface-main-streams of sudan and ukraine; the one-world-government marching steadily into place; or even the actual state of being tracked, surveiled, and marked as a terrorist for choosing 100% natural instead of forced shots and drugs.
when i say sometimes our bodies are called back into war,
i mean: it’s epigenetic; our ancestral DNA is imprinted with sub-cellular memories of how to survive when we’re running or fighting or hiding for our life.
the way our ancestors had to do.
and we are still running.
too many of us have seen too much.
…did we ever really bring the troops home?
or are they all still lost on battlefields somewhere in history, dying alone in agonizingly unspeakable ways?
i fear so.
our cells and fluids are scarred and striped with epigenetic blueprints of all the wars ever waged, culminating in this very moment where we ourselves are thrust onto the front line.
“how and when did i end up here?” your shellshocked soul inquires each time you stir from the stupor of believing in your life as valuable to these times; and the voices croon:
“you signed up because there’s noone better for the job”.
now you really feel numb.
yet you know you’ll get up, because you will be the one to clear the battlefield, and then all of us together will bring the wounded home.
at least that’s the plan.
ON BRINGING HOME THE TROOPS
bringing home the troops;
it’s time.
how many more lifetimes do we plod along innocently - unknowingly - locking hope and possibility in the bardo between time, space, and what we think has passed forevermore???
never again…starts when??
bringing the wounded home;
it’s time.
i mean this literally, and spiritually.
trauma, violence, and abuse are grave assaults on the mind and soul - it’s all warfare - and every bloodline carries the roots of war: fear, alarm, loss, and the hopeless agony of defeat.
the piercing poison of human cruelty and greed.
…that epigenetic seed of survival against all odds - memories crammed and piled in deep dark basements of the eternal brain - desperate realities imprinted - rabid torrents coursing through the blood and lymph of all people of soul. all beings.
the ants know. the trees know. the rivers have all dried up.
bringing the troops (inside us) home;
it’s long past time.
you can sedate and lobotomize bodies, but not the truth-flame core of living cells and systems.
having reached an age of ripeness myself, i see that patterns become self evident with time; and what appears before us now feels too horrid to be known, yet too heavy to ignore.
pervasive, epidemic, i cannot escape.
now remind me, friend, did we ever bring our troops back home?
or did we leave them choking in mind control, nightmares, and drugs?
nobody can breathe any more. everyone has respiratory issues, and yes pollution is pushing allergies and respiratory disease - but what’s beneath that?
what predisposes humans…to choke on propaganda, nightmares, and pharmaceutical drugs?
i’m a regenerative therapist, in a world where it seems that almost everybody is sick; and if we’re not sick, we’re laboring to keep it that way, while taking care of the injured and the ill -
and what we see in that struggle can and does eventually break us down.
we’re just tired.
but that’s the first red flag; tired can go either way.
WHERE ARE THE TROOPS TO BRING HOME?
my work and education lately have taken me far afield, into extreme abysses of the human soul…the existential crises of human conflict and cruelty in the name of power and control… and how history predictably repeats itself, living on and on in our cells birth to birth; and that’s the part we forget.
history lives of in the fluids of our cells.
our ancestors bore some grim unspeakables, and it’s all still there inside us replicating, all that trauma is, well nourished by relentless triggers like propaganda, terror, domination, poverty, abuse, and war.
we now know that water stores memory and we’re 70% water and then our mother’s blood became ours…and on the river flows…
…and so i see the raging battlefields of unimaginable horror and human abuse, like endless halls of mirrors - and i clutch a soldier’s sputtering form and yank and drag with all my might and love and every ounce of focused determination required to face (or escape) annihilation with any shred of hope at all…
and so the question pummels me awake between the worlds, echoes rumbling:
“did we ever really bring the troops back home - ever - even once?”
we must.
the tapestry of unearthed human history lays upon the battlefield now - in a banquet of misery, violence, and yes… that cringe-worthy three letter word: war.
there, finally said it. what a relief.
and we owe it to eachother to bring them back - to bring us back - with tenderness and acute awareness of the terrain. we cannot be sloppy here; only infinitely kind, deeply concerned, and fully invested in holding them (and ourselves) firmly and gently through their pain - our pain - the pain of history crashing down.
HOW DO WE BRING THEM HOME?
love.
but not love alone.
this is a job for patient kindness in the face of our own terror; recognizing that we are all intrinsically shoved into the matrix of endless wars.
listening with our hearts, attention 100%.
the vicissitudes of consciousness in a demented and violent terrain are terrifying, as is being with someone programmed by relentless mind control and abuse.
the troops are all of us.
we are all programmed, and abuse runs through our ancestry and through cancel-culture marxist society in latent and blatant ways.
governments operate on punishments, threats, and deceit. and murder.
war.
love and patience. listening. showing up.
and not only in a telegram meme - but in actuality, in the flesh.
rushing and hurrying eachother only perpetuates an inner state of emergency and alarm; it implies we are not safe - we must run.
i’m tired of being memed and rushed. that’s not therapy, and it’s not friendship either.
and i can’t rush you and still imagine i’m supporting you to heal.
*have the presence, fearlessness, and generosity of spirit to listen with your heart.
*give “the other” enough time and space to express.
*recognize your own wound.
dying alone on the battlefield and witnessing unbounded cruelty are among the most harrowing psychological traumas one can face. these are dire times, and there’s a very short distance between a mental breakdown and a psychotic break.
connection is the bridge that brings us home.
connection reintegrates the brain.
(if you made it to the end of this story, thank you.
that’s the kind of focus it will take to heal. for us all.)
and in case you’re still wondering:
*a touchless world is just a scam to break your brain - for proof just look around; *radiation kills - it’s a ruthless stealth weapon used to win wars; and
*pharmaceutical drugs break the blood-brain barrier (which is technically everywhere, all our vessels and membranes) so then our masterful structure with a perfect blueprint becomes a toxic gob of goo. and then we become chronically ill.
Beautifully stated Yolanda.. And yes it all begins and ends right here with me the I-bryan and how he "shows up" in the moment. The "war" is a construct that the World Maker has made part of the experiencing here on this plane for purpose of "learning" . Leraning that once a choice is made there are consequences resulting from the choice. The severity of the collateral damage from the choice made is an individual experiencing. It begins and ends imho with the acceptance of the choice made and making "amends" to the best of one's ability. No telling oneself fairy tales . If your choice has created"war" with someone else then it is necessary to make "peace" first with oneself truly saying "Yes, I committed a trespass on another and then humbly seeking to rectify that trespass.Not easy to do as the ego is always there to "excuse" the choice as being "necessary" . It takes constant monitoring to reach a perspective that is Heart oriented and be able to ask forgiveness from another but most importantly to forgive oneself and vow to not trangress again. That takes "guts" to do but unless done the "war" is not going to end.. For me, it's down to working to be "in Love" and with practice it works. It's "hardwired" in by the World Maker and it can be manifested if you connect to its vibe. Thus, the mantra "without Love where would you be right now" I keep reverberating to keep me on course.If I "show up" with that vibe, everything falls into place naturally. Also, a belated Happy Father's Day to all the fathers out there.Hay wannah.