A lighworker at the Apple Store

Technical issues. I won’t done on about the meandering path we’ve traveled for now about a year and a half with issues that *should* have been resolved by now by all accounts. We’ve switched services, gotten new devices, routers, modems, changed passwords, wiped our little boxes clean and clean again, cleaner than a baby’s butt after a bath. Like the health of the human body, our technical issues are in all likelihood multifactorial. Their are pieces of it that are also likely above my pay grade, since the senior adviser at Apple wasn’t able to be of help - or willing to be of help, who knows which, but I was skeptical when I asked if they same engineering/security number he finally gave me after pressing him for more than “I can’t help you “ma’m,” was the same one he would give to a government or other person above my pay grade. My husband noticed “technical pauses” between when I asked a question and when the Senior adviser responded.” Everyone below him parrots absurdities like, “Just wipe it and you will be all set. There will be no problems.” Or another one: “Apple cannot be H-ed.” My husband things everyone is H-ed and doesn’t know it. My son thinks we are targeted. I don’t have an opinion, I just want a solution. A real one. I am grateful for the opportunity to live at the edge of my comfort to live my truth regardless of whether or not I am a target. I’ve certainly been one before, but I am not convinced this is that…I think something funky is going on, but it doesn’t feel personal. The senior adviser was willing to get us an in-person Apple appointment at the store. Our appointment was at night (I chose the last one so we might get someone who wasn’t too distracted and maybe more able to treat us in a personal rather than corporate way,) and my husband, having worked a lot this week was tired, so although he had originally wanted to accompany, it ended up being aligned for him to rest. In the morning I has set my prayers and intentions to welcome and invite Divine Intervention and Divine Human Angel Support.

Originally Jonathan was assigned to us, but when a lovely young woman invited us to the long wooden table covered with metallic laptops, and introduced herself as Elia, I was delighted. I could instantly sense a soul with whom I could relate. Our latest symptom was that after wiping our laptop, it wouldn’t reinstall OS and was giving so many error messages that if the errors could be converted to mantras, all life might be enlightened by at least a few more degrees. May all errors be turned into mantras. Let it be so!

Elia couldn’t do anything about our deeper problems either, but she was successfully able to reinstall OS, hence the words I am now typing to you from my laptop. And when I explained all that has happened, with my son chiming in with more tech lingo than I understand, Elia was the sweetest angel. Listening attentively, and saying, ‘That is strange all that you have gone through. Some of it, but not all of it can be explained by…for example a lot of companies taking old towers down and putting new ones up.”

When I shared with her my history of being targeted, she nodded and said, “That sounds really scary.” When I shared with her some of the topics I’ve talked about, not one did she cringe or spout a nauseating party line or look disinterested. Instead, after we’d resonated around “How about NOT transhumanism,” And how about “Technology for the people, by the people, in a truly benevolent way free of corruption and exploitation, using to heal and uplift all,” and we’d covered how bad Facebook is in terms of censoring, (I told her how I first got censored for speaking Standing Rock, and later, watching the Canadian mandate protests on YTube how my keypad was stopped from allowing me to write that I saw in the eyes of the early round of Canadian police at the protests a few years ago that that they didn’t want to do this - I believe, because compassionate bridge builders are a lot more threatening than right wing haters - I was allowed to type nearly anything else - after that and even more, Elia and agreed that it’s a vibrational game, ultimately, and that if we hold a pure enough frequency, the technocracy will fall down of it’s own accord. We talked of building the new while the old collapses. I said, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if our lovely friends in Davos would be the first to own nothing and be happy and divest themselves of all resources and give it to the Indigenous people? Elia confessed to being an empath and soaking up other peoples energies. I told her about a book I read by Judith Orloff years ago. And we talked about how one of the most wonderful ways to raise the vibes is to get people dancing. And it so happened that as the computer was winding up its installation, and the other employees had already finished with their customers and were turning stools upside down and mopping the floor, that a groovy song came on and without trying, I was dancing. And then Elia was lightly grooving while tapping on her iPad to finish documenting what had been done with my laptop. And then a moment or two later, most of the Apple Employees were also dancing. And at least a few of them were dancing to end the technocracy, I’d like to think. And deep down and I know.

Later, when my husband and I were out at the library, just before it closed, I ran into a woman I know very casually, along with her daughter. She told me she and her daughter were out Elfing. This led to me telling her about the Siberian Women Shamans who rode their reindeer into the sun. And how it is said it was reindeer who drank they pee of Amanita-eating shamans who first were tamed, due to them being stoned by the snow-yellowed with amanita-drugged pee. She mentioned a Frank Zappos quote. I hadn’t thought Frank Zappos about it in a very long while and am very little acquainted with in the first place, yet whose name was highlighted for me twice in two hours, the first being on notes when Poetic Outlaw replied to my comment with a quote. It was a quote about stupidity, and inspired yet another poem from somewhere - God knows where, that ended with the word ass, and related to hydrogen, the universe and whether the innate state of us/the universe stupid or intelligent.

“Long before Santa charioted his flying steeds across our mythical skies, it was the female reindeer who drew the sleigh of the sun goddess at Winter Solstice. It was when we “Christianized” the pagan traditions of winter, that the white-bearded man i.e. “Father Christmas” was born.”

Happy Holidays. May your hearts and souls be bright with love and peace, no matter what is going on in the world - or your world.

https://gathervictoria.com/2017/12/15/doe-a-deer-a-female-deer-the-spirit-of-mother-christmas/