The Name AMERICA Was No Accident: The Deep Dive

While the above meme appears to be sweet & have good intentions… this & all its likenesses, are so patriarchal it makes me gag a little. The Biblical quotes blended with Old World male dominated society is enough to make you wanna jump out a window. The fear-based rhetoric is deafening in most cases, or at least the subliminal fear-based rhetoric. However, if you “have the eyes to see” you can read through it with a laser beam of conscious awareness & catch the deeper meaning. At which time, if you can get past the awful reproach & scare tactics, & do your best to shake the feelings of indignation, you will clearly see how it all really does make sense.

That said, the word “America” is an anagram for the “I AM RACE.” This means that the letters in the word “America” rearranged, spell “I AM RACE.” What the heck does this “I AM” mean exactly? Well, I AM stands for the God presence in us all, which you could say is our soul’s light. Jesus spoke the words “I am that I am,” & told us it means: God. God in you. God in me. The I AM presence resides in all of us equally.

This simple equation is the REAL Holy Trinity>> I AM=God=Your Soul. They all equal> ONE & THE SAME. “Father, Son, Holy Spirit” is the outdated religious version of the trinity. See what I mean? Patriarchal & holier than thou vibe to the max. Ick.

That said, what would an “I AM” race look like…? It would be a race or community of “I AM’s” or “God’s” essentially. It would simply be a congregation of souls who honor the God presence within. Not a bunch of numb nut knuckleheads honoring & serving & protecting the ego. What part of “man’s rule of law is flawed & unjust,” don’t people understand? GOD’S LAW is Universal Law & is fair, just, balanced & drawn from perfect LOVE. Since we all know that God is love, an “I AM RACE” would be a race true to LOVE. Because why? An “I AM RACE” is a community true to their God identity & the God identity is… (all together now) LOVE! Which is Ahimsa, I might add, which means “do no harm.”

If an “I AM” race would be a race of humans that individually honored the God presence within them, this means it would be a race who is thus fulfilling Divine destiny. Man being made in God’s image is our Divine design. Being made in God’s image means that we ARE God. Through us, God is expressed. We are a vessel, essentially, for the God force to animate, express itself & do wondrous works. We ARE God. GOD is who we are. Anything that appears to seem, look or be, less than that… is an illusion that never pays off or gets anyone anywhere at the end of the day. It’s the 21st century, & if you don’t know that by now? You definitely have been living under a pretty big, gargantuan rock.

Now that we understand what the term “I AM” means, we can grasp the meaning & original intent of the sacred anagram of the word America. That said, the anagram was no coincidence. Ancient Civilization, in conjunction with the cosmic collective, had a round table of sorts, with the Galactic Confederation, & they agreed together to deliberately choose the name, if you will. The “I AM RACE” or America was intended to veritably reflect a nation of souls in suits who honored the God force of Ahimsa “do no harm” (LOVE). America was meant to be a shining template of good behavior that all other nations could imitate. We were meant to be the “good example.”

We are essentially the UNITED STATES of the “I AM RACE.” But we, as a collective nation of beings here at Hotel America, generation upon generation have freely willed our fall from grace long ago. Thus, we have NOT lived up to our sacred name & all it stands for. An “I AM RACE” would not behave like such dumbasses. I mean, seriously? Consumerism has made us all into a nation of sleepwalking sheeple that turn a blind eye to just about EVERYTHING. Genocide, murder, slaughter, slavery, starvation, poverty, pollution, the rape of our resources, child & animal abuse. An “I AM RACE” would be awake & enlightened, rather… meatless, mindful miracle manifestors. We would be protectors, & preservationists who take the care of our Mother: Earth & the care of our souls & fellow souls… very seriously. Ya think?

We thus have turned out to be a ghetto I AM RACE… scrambling to pick up the pieces, so we can unscramble the letters in America to actually spell who WE REALLY ARE… God’s race, the: I AM RACE. And as I said before & I’ll say it again a million times: WELCOME to God’s 21st century, the SOUL really is rising to power whether anyone likes it or not. (shameless plug) BUY THE BOOK HERE: God’s 21st Century: How the Soul Rises to Power

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Ode to thee Old Drunk Archetype

I’ve never been one to boast or brag, but, I have been alcohol-free for one whole year, today. If you would like to read how that originally transpired, & also catch a gritty glimpse into the rest of my whole life story in an entertaining chapter trio… tap on the link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08TQ7F2CB for book, e-book or audio. The following poem is an excerpt from “The Age of Aquarius” chapter 7: What Tipping Point?

Ode to thee Old Drunk Archetype

No more loose boundaries, or unsolicited hookups I regret. No more being the bodacious buzz girl just hanging out to party or see how far the party can get. No more loose purse strings, blowing my tip money on shots for the whole bar… twice. No more loose lips, drunk texting, drunk posting, being way too friendly & way too overly nice.

No more saying things I didn’t mean. No more blacked-out moments I swore were just a dream. No more finding out later all the snide comments I made the night before. No more smoking weed until I’m not in Kansas anymore. No more white lines from weird guys. No more dumb decisions, or risky rides. No more letting bad behavior slip or slide. No more looking over my shoulder, having to run, duck or hide. No more scarfing down 2am pizza or bumming a dirty smoke. No more waking up with crazy cuts or bruises or thinking life is such a joke.

No more middle of the night fridge raids, or 1000 calorie binges. No more being slumped over the side of my bed parched with my door half off the hinges. No more waking up with a bunch of names & numbers in my phone I don’t even know or recognize. No more uncomfortable days where I can see my mortality in the mirror, my age in my hands, & a big fat ice pack across both eyes.

No more losing my keys, an earring or a shoe. No more in a panic looking for my purse & phone, tearing up everything for a clue. No more waking up with a guilty conscience, & a bunch of mysterious regrets. No more waking up with a pounding headache, in a bunch of cold clammy sweats.

No more red wine stains, or sticky stuff in my hair. No more crumbs & candy wrappers strewn without a care. No more racking my brain to figure out what exactly went down. No more wondering how I wound up all the way on the other side of town. No more letting the night get away from me or the day disappear. No more blackout disaster areas in my house, knocked over lamps, broken plant pots & spilled warm smelly beer.

No more next day blues in hungover city where I pretty much lose an entire day, or three, to recover my soul. No more struggling hungover workdays that feel like a square peg in a round god-ding-it hole. No more mornings still drunk from the night before. No more hair of the dog smoothies for breakfast while I sit crashed on the floor.

No more need for secret stashes, airplane bottles or wine boxes in my trunk. No more do I need a drink to relax, unwind, get loose, or get pumped. No more do I need a drink to deal with the grind or cope. No more do I need a drink for liquid courage, peace or sleep… that would be a, nope!

No more anxiety, worry, or secret guilt do I harbor because I feel like I can’t handle life without a buzz. No more compromised self-worth because of that, & pretending to be just fine, when I really feel like scuzz. No more buffering my true feelings. No more drinking my cares away. No more excuses. No more explanations. No more being comfortably numb all the live long day.

I have a new buzz now. It’s way better. It’s not temporary. It’s definitely here to stay. It doesn’t make you numb or not fun or have consequences that make you pay. It doesn’t take prisoners or produce casualties, & it doesn’t cost a thing but a choice. Choose wisely. Choose LOVE. No matter your fix or vice, if you still have a heartbeat, you still have a voice.

Use it!

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