The miracles happen when you gain perspective.
When you're on the precipice of actually finally growing up. Or growing. Or morphing.
The miracle is that your intuition kicks in again for the small stuff. You wonder at God's mercy upon you. You wonder at the bizarre nature of the universe.
You wonder at how peaceful your solitude has become and how helpful some healers are. So kind, so humble, so effective in helping you.
The jaw pain is gone. It wasn't mine, it was a cumulative projection of a very nasty nature that tried to kill me for a very long time. I have been weakened to such a degree, everybody whom I thought loved me has written me off.
I wrote myself off. So much so I don't write any longer, because all avenues were shut.
But the blessing of God putting His light inside of you is your ego, which is the inner child, stops craving things. Craving the fame, the celebrity, the fortune, the people.
I thought it would be difficult being fired. It is a release from a hellish situation that compromised my dignity and my energy fields.
In the past, I always assumed my doors were shut when something like this happened.
But no, my heart has been freed from the chains and the burdens of the life I once was forced to lead.
Comparison, competition, banality.
The light pours forth in every pore and I don't allow people to partake of it any longer. They have their own source, they will connect directly.
That has been my missing link. I assumed I had to give and deprive myself.
No. It was fallacy.
A miracle happened to me a few days ago. I crossed the road and saw a dead pigeon on the road, cars driving over it. I walked away at first, but my heart was so soft, so so soft, it has not felt this soft since I used to care for all of my cats in Pakistan.
My heart didn't fear the London public who sometimes really feel like automatic video game characters. Usually I fear the shame of being different, of caring. Of slowing down, stopping and being a feeling human in the grid, breaking up the matrix a little more.
No, my heart couldn't but be kind to the pigeon. It had already died, but of course the body deserves as much respect as we can give. In the middle of a busy street in Euston.
So I waited until the cars drove away, and stepped onto the road and quickly collected the pigeon in my arms. And walked with it, asking myself where would I keep it? I decided to lay it in a flower bed in one of the gardens encircling the School of Oriental and African Sciences and prayed for it's soul. I stroked its feathers could feel the softness, the care with which the Creator had created this precious bird.
We were one, the body was soft and limp, she or he had recently passed.
I wouldn't have done that before the healings. There's always been this thing stopping me from being kind and courageous in that kindness, just being normally who I am.
I have had a rusted heart, dead and conflicted.
So that is my miracle. A soft heart that allowed me, rather compelled me, to pick up a dead animal and show some respect to Life.
"There is no need for communication at this time as you are finally being freed from the shackles that bind you. The reason your friends give you the incorrect answers is to show you what your truth is, where your values lie. They all are in their own headspin. You have gone through that already. They may not see it, but you always knew. You were first in some things, at least. Maybe. Depends which timeline you're in.
We are here in service. We serve the people we serve. If there was stuff done to you, you created it. But God's names are the cure.
When your heart is filled with this bliss, you stop craving people. You care, but Sukaina has stopped clawing and craving and seeking and having energy transfer.
You can appreciate beauty without wishing to own it or even be it.
The glasses will come off more and your sense of being in a video game will stabilise into what it truly is becoming: neutrality. The only reason they intentionally or (being generous) were not shown your real issues is perhaps you had to experience what it feels like to be screwed over so many times by the people. Maybe you did it to others, which you did.
But also, how on earth do we love ourselves as a pure and successful failure? By being one. By failing in every possible way, yet also succeeding. By being surrounded by people who somehow seem more closed in than they were a few years ago. You are more closed in."
What has happened for us in the last ten years?
Did we achieve the soul's growth at a blessed reasonable pace? Because if we didn't, then I want my normal human life back please.
A Sufi healer performed a healing for me, whispered the holy names of the saints and I broke down into tears because of the realisations and power of the words.
Don't make these things mean anything.
We are an ocean. This life is the jagged rocks in the sea, mixed up with beautiful sand.
Perhaps at some point we all will stabilise. Perhaps we will reignite the human values and dignity for which we were sent here to establish. But right now, humans are dying in the freezing cold because we still can't offer our homes or a system whereby everyone has shelter.
Humans are considered dispensible, because apparently there are too many of us here. That is my question: why are so many.... Oh. That's why.
So many are incarnating in this lifetime because it is the age of Aquarius. It will possibly be that once its done, population will shrink and not as many will incarnate.
There will be less need for this many starseeds on earth.
Wow. Makes sense. I hope I'm given permission to stay away for a while
There is no need for communication verbally because you need the time for peace, for love and truth and communion only with Source, who is also known by the beautiful name of Ar- Rabbi.
There will come a time sweetheart when the karma will balance out. You will find the soul friends who will cuddle your heart in the way you wish you could cuddle theirs.
We all are the ocean.
It is a game and if you are able to comprehend, it takes away the pain of others misunderstanding you. Or themselves or life. Or your own misunderstanding of life.
Because we all go through the cycles. And some days things are clear and other days are not.
The miracle is in how easy it is for me now to let go and forget at the end of the day.
Oh no, repeated a mistake. Oh well, didn't learn.
The gashes are more superficial and shallow.
I am becoming more human.
- Sukaina Juma
14/01/2017
When you're on the precipice of actually finally growing up. Or growing. Or morphing.
The miracle is that your intuition kicks in again for the small stuff. You wonder at God's mercy upon you. You wonder at the bizarre nature of the universe.
You wonder at how peaceful your solitude has become and how helpful some healers are. So kind, so humble, so effective in helping you.
The jaw pain is gone. It wasn't mine, it was a cumulative projection of a very nasty nature that tried to kill me for a very long time. I have been weakened to such a degree, everybody whom I thought loved me has written me off.
I wrote myself off. So much so I don't write any longer, because all avenues were shut.
But the blessing of God putting His light inside of you is your ego, which is the inner child, stops craving things. Craving the fame, the celebrity, the fortune, the people.
I thought it would be difficult being fired. It is a release from a hellish situation that compromised my dignity and my energy fields.
In the past, I always assumed my doors were shut when something like this happened.
But no, my heart has been freed from the chains and the burdens of the life I once was forced to lead.
Comparison, competition, banality.
The light pours forth in every pore and I don't allow people to partake of it any longer. They have their own source, they will connect directly.
That has been my missing link. I assumed I had to give and deprive myself.
No. It was fallacy.
A miracle happened to me a few days ago. I crossed the road and saw a dead pigeon on the road, cars driving over it. I walked away at first, but my heart was so soft, so so soft, it has not felt this soft since I used to care for all of my cats in Pakistan.
My heart didn't fear the London public who sometimes really feel like automatic video game characters. Usually I fear the shame of being different, of caring. Of slowing down, stopping and being a feeling human in the grid, breaking up the matrix a little more.
No, my heart couldn't but be kind to the pigeon. It had already died, but of course the body deserves as much respect as we can give. In the middle of a busy street in Euston.
So I waited until the cars drove away, and stepped onto the road and quickly collected the pigeon in my arms. And walked with it, asking myself where would I keep it? I decided to lay it in a flower bed in one of the gardens encircling the School of Oriental and African Sciences and prayed for it's soul. I stroked its feathers could feel the softness, the care with which the Creator had created this precious bird.
We were one, the body was soft and limp, she or he had recently passed.
I wouldn't have done that before the healings. There's always been this thing stopping me from being kind and courageous in that kindness, just being normally who I am.
I have had a rusted heart, dead and conflicted.
So that is my miracle. A soft heart that allowed me, rather compelled me, to pick up a dead animal and show some respect to Life.
"There is no need for communication at this time as you are finally being freed from the shackles that bind you. The reason your friends give you the incorrect answers is to show you what your truth is, where your values lie. They all are in their own headspin. You have gone through that already. They may not see it, but you always knew. You were first in some things, at least. Maybe. Depends which timeline you're in.
We are here in service. We serve the people we serve. If there was stuff done to you, you created it. But God's names are the cure.
When your heart is filled with this bliss, you stop craving people. You care, but Sukaina has stopped clawing and craving and seeking and having energy transfer.
You can appreciate beauty without wishing to own it or even be it.
The glasses will come off more and your sense of being in a video game will stabilise into what it truly is becoming: neutrality. The only reason they intentionally or (being generous) were not shown your real issues is perhaps you had to experience what it feels like to be screwed over so many times by the people. Maybe you did it to others, which you did.
But also, how on earth do we love ourselves as a pure and successful failure? By being one. By failing in every possible way, yet also succeeding. By being surrounded by people who somehow seem more closed in than they were a few years ago. You are more closed in."
What has happened for us in the last ten years?
Did we achieve the soul's growth at a blessed reasonable pace? Because if we didn't, then I want my normal human life back please.
A Sufi healer performed a healing for me, whispered the holy names of the saints and I broke down into tears because of the realisations and power of the words.
Don't make these things mean anything.
We are an ocean. This life is the jagged rocks in the sea, mixed up with beautiful sand.
Perhaps at some point we all will stabilise. Perhaps we will reignite the human values and dignity for which we were sent here to establish. But right now, humans are dying in the freezing cold because we still can't offer our homes or a system whereby everyone has shelter.
Humans are considered dispensible, because apparently there are too many of us here. That is my question: why are so many.... Oh. That's why.
So many are incarnating in this lifetime because it is the age of Aquarius. It will possibly be that once its done, population will shrink and not as many will incarnate.
There will be less need for this many starseeds on earth.
Wow. Makes sense. I hope I'm given permission to stay away for a while
There is no need for communication verbally because you need the time for peace, for love and truth and communion only with Source, who is also known by the beautiful name of Ar- Rabbi.
There will come a time sweetheart when the karma will balance out. You will find the soul friends who will cuddle your heart in the way you wish you could cuddle theirs.
We all are the ocean.
It is a game and if you are able to comprehend, it takes away the pain of others misunderstanding you. Or themselves or life. Or your own misunderstanding of life.
Because we all go through the cycles. And some days things are clear and other days are not.
The miracle is in how easy it is for me now to let go and forget at the end of the day.
Oh no, repeated a mistake. Oh well, didn't learn.
The gashes are more superficial and shallow.
I am becoming more human.
- Sukaina Juma
14/01/2017
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