I’m Not That Kind of Lightworker
https://www.lovehaswon.org/love-blogs/im-not-that-kind-of-lightworker
By Victoria1111, 04/02/2017
Earlier today, as I stepped outside to enjoy a very rare treat of warm sunshine, I noticed the chemtrail thugs were at it again.
“You fuckers,” I mumbled.
Then
I heard the words of others throughout my life, including some in the
Ascension community: “Language, Victoria. Watch your language.”
Then
I remembered the movie “Michael” with John Travolta, 1996. He’s at the
breakfast table, shoveling large piles of sugar-coated cereal in his
mouth. The newspaper people are asking him questions about his unusual
behavior. For an angel, shouldn’t he be clean. Shouldn’t he have a
halo. Shouldn’t we be hearing beautiful harp music around him.
Michael leans in, smiles and says, “I’m not that kind of angel.”
Well, I am not that kind of Lightworker either.
At least not all the time.
I
am the type to stir the pot of Truth with a beautiful chalice, pulling
out all the dirt I can find, then pointing it out to people while saying
“Look at that crap! Do you see it? Let’s get to work cleaning it up!”
I
have a deep abiding Sense of Purpose to Help. To help uncover Truth.
To help share that Truth. And to help ensure none of us are ever
victimized again by those who have shielded us from the Truth.
Yes,
there are different types of Lightworkers. I am one part fairy/angel
of soft gentleness combined with one part kick-butt Rogue Warrior.
Always coupled with a massive wall of compassion and humbleness.
Well, most always.
So when I see others who call themselves a Lightworker claim there is really only one real type, I say nonsense.
We come in a variety of packages.
All with the same purpose.
To spread Source Love.
To speak Truth.
Sometimes gentleness is called for.
Other times the Warrior needs to come in and clean house.
For you see, Love In Action looks different in all situations, especially in the world known as the Matrix.
For to break down such a system requires ALL types and beautiful varieties of Lightworkers.
Those who put sugar on their cereal.
And those who don’t.
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