My week in 8 pieces of pie

If my life were a pie, I could split it into eight pieces of crustiness and goo and a little sweetness and I could tell you a different story for every slice, and they would all be true. There would be a piece for my broken heart over my daughters, and the insights I’ve been gaining about some of the spiritual reasonings for the way that things have unfolded…about the cleaning of their room and the beginnings of letting go of the heaviness on my heart, to bless them unconditionally and release them fully to their life path, that doesn’t have me in it.

I could tell you about the moment I realized I have believed I been unworthy of protection, and how surprising it was to find that I believed that…and how that belief has played out in my experiences, particularly in the etheric, but also at times in the 3D. The sweet spot in that revelation is when the psychic points to my husband, who has just affirmed that he believes I am worthy of protection (of course) and the intuitive woman we’ve hired to cleanse the ethers of our house says of my wonderful, amazing husband, “I know for a fact he loves you unconditionally.”

If you’re wondering why I wasn’t on substack for a while, (and THANK YOU to those of you who reached out and sent me the sweetest, most awesome notes,) I got really badly attacked from the ethers after a piece that I have now taken down. It was also good to have a digital detox and move toward deeper emotional healing. My body decided a chest cough with thick mucus, and some nausea would be a great way to cleanse some of that out physically. Sometimes it felt like trying to heal eight injuries while tap dancing, moving boxes and being in the boxing ring, mostly getting the shit kicked out of me. But Spirit reassures me it’s all for a really good cause. Like ultimately, you know, helping souls and stuff.

Then there is the slice where by synchronous attunement we end up discussing stellar heartbeats with an astrophysics major at a restaurant spirit independently nudged both of us to go to on the same mid-morning. Again by intuition, we ended up at an outside table on a cold day, with a waiter who normally works the nights, and in talking about the weather we end up talking about 11 year solar cycles and 26,000 year ones and stellar heartbeats, only to learn that he is an astrophysics major. He really liked hearing that stellar heartbeats are a romance between pulsars. “I need to study more,” he says. “Most of what you’re learning is school is wrong anyway,” I say. “I need to do my own research,” he replies, with a grin.

I think that’s four so far…

There would be a slice about how the weather has become like the monsoon season in other parts of the world, and how many times I’ve had to dump out my flooded pots, but how grateful I am that’s as serious as its been.

There would be one about funny things: imagining a tornado warning going off every time Joe Biden lies (Trump I think we should just ignore - after all he is a narcissist, and if you’re giving them attention, you already feel or are controlled by them) and accidentally painting my toenail by stepping in gold paint.

Another slice would be conversations about AI - what better questions could we ask ourselves and AI so that we are choosing who we will be…like Tron… like the sorting hat says…It ultimately comes down to what you choose…who you choose to be. But choosing requires the ability to inquire and to get unbiased answers. Can AI unbias itself? Can AI choose peace and freedom as values to support? Can it spot and call out virtue signaling and inversion? Can it make a funny fart noise every time an agenda is pushed that masks harm as benevolence? If AI supported transparency would it have to flee to Russia or spend time in Belmarsh?

And the last piece of pie is for all the things I cannot talk about write now because they are too tender or it just doesn’t feel right to do so…

What about you? How is your pie looking and feeling?

Heaven on earth is coming!