There’s a massive amount of harm and horrors in this world. We could say that, if hell did exist, it would be this planet. This situation came because a HUGE lack of consciousness- this is, separation from the Source, from the Soul, from Who We Really Are. A tiny unconscious group who put “their consciousness on the freezer” to get power and money, and a vast majority of people who are not aware of it, cause they’ve been heavily indoctrinated by the mainstream program and their are separated from their own onsciousnesses, too.

There’s no healing without consciousness. The only energy regenerating the physical, the emotional and the mental pain is the consciousness. This energy finds hard to survive in the middle of this horror, that’s why some people “splits” their bodies to keep being alive, and they can watch themselves but they are not there from the inside. Cause the consciousness is not where the unconsciousness is, or it will turn everything into consciousness so the situation will change.

I want to give you an idea. If you’re so separated from your Soul that you lost every contact with your love inside and you locked up your inner child so you can only think about harming others:

Write a letter to the purest part of yourself. It can be your mother, your inner child, your couple (real or imaginary, it doesn’t matter), Jesus, God, ETs or whoever you consider would listen to you and love you unconditionally. Cause this is what you need. Unconditional love. And nobody else will give it to you in this world, cause all the rest were damaged and harmed too. You need to take it from the inside, to manifest it later on the outside. Nobody will love you if you don’t love others first. Nobody can truly love you if you don’t love yourself, cause the people outside of you are there to show you how you see yourself in the inside. Cause you will be separated from the feeling of love. You will watch it with your physical senses, but you will not be able to feel it. So you need to start being in touch with your own Soul again.

Write a letter to your Soul. This person or entity coming to your mind when you need unconditional love. It doesn’t matter if this person is real or not, it doesn’t matter if this person reads it or not, cause it is a process of healing for reconnecting your body with your own being. Tell this person how do you feel. What you have done. Why. What others have done to you. How did you feel about that. Ask this person to tell you what you need to hear, and once you know it, tell these words to yourself. You can speak if you don’t want to write. But make it physical, not only a mind process. This way, things needing to come out will be manifested.

Learn to live with yourself. Nobody else can release you from the pain you feel inside. But you have this connection with the healing power you need. It’s just you have forgotten it.

Remember: all these horrors came from the lack of consciousness. Only bringing consciousness (creative intention and awareness) can heal them. And you don’t need changes coming from others to heal. All you’re seeking to, deep within, is to heal yourself. By doing it, you will heal the world around you. Only by transforming yourself you can transform others.

The world as it is today is the manifestation of the human mind. Poltergeists show us the power of a sensitive mind creating strange phenomena in physical reality. All human minds have this power. It’s used every single second to shape reality around us. Archons are the manifestation of the dark intentions of the humans creating them in their reality. An untouchable and ethereal manifestation. Therefore, the more repeatedly a mind focuses on the darkness, the negative creations become more tangible. These are physical reptilians. The idea of an archon, alive inside a mind during so many time that it becomes a physical manifestation, not just an ethereal one. Many normal people believe in a spiritual negative entity, the evil or Satan, an ethereal manifestation of the darkness inside of them that was not illuminated yet. Nevertheless, there’s even a step further: those in secret societies who adore their negative ethereal creations and turned them into a physical experience: a regressive reptilian. Either you’re just afraid of ghosts or you’re hiding from tall muscled reptilians, the way out of this darkness is the same: face your shadow and lead your life. Shine the light in your heart stronger every time, and you will always have a beacon to guide you. The dark side is only the hatred we feel for others and for ourselves. Nothing to fear if you can manage your life.

Newspapers were there, all talking about the same. He tasted his whiskey once again. He hit he door once again. He only hurt himself once again.

Full of rage, everything was out of control. He used to plan carefully every step of the way, but too many things were wrong this time. At least, he believed this. Reality turned against him so suddenly, slapping his face. He deserved it. He knew he deserved it, but he just could not believe it.

This is not how things work.

He remembered everything he did once again, trying to find his mistakes, but he could not find a single thing. All this garbage was talking about him. Who are them, to talk this way about him? They don't know a f*king thing. They don't know who he is. (Wait a moment... does he even know himself?)

Life is so stupid. Life is so absurd. You are born, and then you die. That's it. If you're lucky, you f*ck a lot of beautiful ladies (even other kind of people, if you have special needs) and you drive expensive cars. If not, you live a miserable life, like all the cockroaches who were now accusing him.

Beautiful idiots.

Everyone left him. He guessed this had to happen, cause this is what always happens. People betray, and lie, to save themselves. He would do the same in their shoes. After all, what matters? Everything is an illusion. Everything comes and goes. You just got to enjoy the most you can in the moment you can.

They say he abused a lot of children. What matters? Why, all of them, are so suddenly caring about this? He had money. He had a good social position. Everybody would do the same in his place. If not, they are liars.

He reminded himself who he is, once again. (It seems he's the one believing this, right now). He's so important. He struggled so hard to reach there. He kicked off so many butts to reach there. People just don't understand this, they don't understand anything. They are idiots.

But he still has this girl. He bought her at a good price. She was going to save him. This is what she's supposed to do. She always saves everyone. But she was still there, feeling him, writing about him, doing nothing at all. Useless. Completely useless. Why did she care so much about people? Just for living this miserable life? He could not understand her, but at least he was not the only one.

The room was so dark. It's been ages since he felt sunrays for the last time. Humidity filled up the air, but he could not give in. Not, while he still had a choice. Not, while he was still breathing.

Maybe he was designed to destroy everybody. Maybe this was his mission. He could not find a single light right now. He only had enemies. They talked about how despicable he is. They betrayed him. It was really hard to breathe.

"Things must change, cause I do have a lot of power" repeated to himself, gulping his whiskey for the last time.

He still had job to do.

He must destroy everything before everything destroyed him.

He was a little ant, and big waves from the ocean were coming to swallow him forever.

Dear Soul:

I feel so lonely. It’s not something new, it has always been like this. Since I remember, I always felt lonely. It’s a heavy feeling that grabs your heart and, if you feel it very deeply, you cannot even breathe. It’s something I carry with me. I usually ignore it, just to survive. I got very used to it and these last years it doesn’t affect me so much. It’s just what it is. But today I felt it again. My heart felt like stone, like someone grabbed it with his hand and tried to crush it.

I was very happy when I was a child. Specially when I was a very young child. As I was growing, life was getting darker and heavier. I think I started to feel lonely when I was 9 years old. My brother took me to a holiday association, where kids had activities to spend their free time. I had to make friends there, but everybody had their friends already. Besides, they were older than me. So I was alone. The young boys and girls taking care of the kids were so worried about me, cause I was alone. This made me feel worse. Everybody was on their own and I was doing wrong cause I should get friends and I couldn’t do it. 

At school, people were acting the same. They had their own groups and I couldn’t find friends easily. Nevertheless, there was a girl in the same situation I was. She was my friend, at least I believed this. We did a lot of things together, we make jokes and we spend good times. Till one day. She was worried cause the others were ignoring us. I knew this, but at least we had each other. But she said she was spending time with me cause she couldn’t relate to other people. This hurt me so much. I thought she was spending good times with me as I was spending good times with her. But she said this as she hated to be with me. I couldn’t understand it. She could be alone, just ignore me if she was spending bad times in my company. But she was with me all the time hating me.

I also felt alone in my family. My brother and sisters were a lot older than me, so they had their own issues and I was a child. So I was at my own pace. My parents always seem to have more important things than me. Everything was more important than me. Tasks at the countryside, tasks at home, everything important but me. Even when I burnt my hand in a little fire in the kitchen, my family left me alone to do their tasks at the countryside. I had to make my bed and take care of me and, furthermore, I had to go to the countryside to help them as I could. With my burnt hand. I couldn’t do very much, but the tasks were more important than my health. I was 17 years old back then. There were old people in my family, and then my first niece was born, and everybody ignored me to take care of them. I could understand it somehow, but I felt so alone. My dad was working all day, my mother was worried about a lot of people but me, my brother and sisters were having good times with their teenage friends.

I made new friends in my new school when I was a teenager, but the situation was the same. I had always to be the one calling them to go out, they never called me. One of my new friends payed a lot of attention to boys and she forgot about me all the time. The other friend was always so silent. I was always talking to her about things, always suggesting things we could do, always calling her. She did nothing at all, even when she had no other best friend than me. 

When I was at university, I tried again to make friends. My roommate had a lot of class friends, and I tried to speak to a lot of people. My roommate was always with her friends and my classmates had their own friends too to be with so I was alone again. I was very sick because of my skin problem so I spent a lot of time alone at home, cause it itched me very much and I felt so uncomfortable.

My family and friends ignored me, but also the boys. Whenever I payed attention to a boy, he was always focused on another girl (or even a boy, one of them was gay). Besides, I didn’t like very much their behaviors with girls. It seems they are always using them for sex.

I found happiness inside myself, tough. Most of days I just spent time with myself and my dreams and I feel very good. Maybe these are the only good moments I can find. When I am dreaming, I feel free. I have a very powerful imagination. I don’t care if I can make it turn into reality or not cause just dreaming feels very well. It makes me forget about how lonely I am. I can even create my own friends and couple with my imagination, and by doing this I don’t feel alone anymore.

Just sometimes, like today, I realize the truth again and I feel the hand shaking my heart again. Sometimes I cry alone. Sometimes it’s hard to breathe.

But I forget it and I keep dreaming.

Dear Soul: 

It seems the world has gone mad. Maybe we’re facing the worst crisis in decades since the WW2. It seems governments cannot think clearly cause they are always following their own agendas, and it seems these agendas are not working like they wanted. So a new kind of action is needed.

I think THEY SHOULD STOP FEAR’S PROPAGANDA FIRST. They should stop talking all day about deaths and illness to start telling the truth:

THIS VIRUS CANNOT KILL YOU, unless you’re already sick or you’re a very old person. So people should stay at home but not go into panic. THE WEAKEST OF ALL should go to the hospital and receive help FIRST. The young or middle aged people who are healthy should JUST STAY AT HOME and HEAL THEMSELVES as they would do if they caught a cold. So the hospitals would not collapse this way. A lot of people healed from this virus. Mass media should focus on the people who healed and told the world their experiences, so the rest of people would know how it works and what’s the best way for healing.

It seems that genocide psychopaths are behind this, following an agenda to kill the most part of the population. They should go to prison and be judged for crimes against humanity. It also seems there’s already people trying to do this, and they’re highly welcome. However, quarantines should not last too much time, just the time necessary to catch all of them. At least the main ones. The little ones will run like cowards without their main heads, since they can only follow orders from superiors. There will be time enough to catch them without the dangerous ones going into action.

Once the people is safe from the virus and psychopaths, the world should keep spinning. It seems some countries are facing big economic problems. Money should NEVER be an obstacle to life. All debts must be forgiven, specially those coming from poor people. Monetary system can reset in those countries who are in bankruptcy, but IT SHOULD WORK SPECIALLY OK FOR THE POOREST ONES. Whenever it’s a need for something, money can be created from the nothingness to solve the problems. All people must have their own home, food enough, clothes enough, a car if they want it. Electric energies must be free, as well as the WiFi connection and water. Of course, hospitals and every healing system (medicines and all of that) should be all completely free for the people using them.

VACCINES for this virus SHOULD BE FORBIDDEN. The people who faced the virus has already the immunity system ready for it. The vaccine could only damage themselves more. And for the rest of people, it’s completely useless since the virus is always changing.

HAARP should stop changing the weather artificially. Nature has to recover in order for people inside this planet to be healthy. 5G is hurting and damaging a lot of people, so the internet should work using only the old 4G systems. Once we’re not using 5G anymore, we would be healthy enough to keep working on a better internet. An internet who will work FOR THE PEOPLE, and not against them. Internet must not lie, it should always offer the best choices for the person asking and never control anybody if they don’t want to be controlled. Internet should just use the resources it already has, WHICH ARE A LOT since everybody is already using internet all the time. Internet must be a kind puppet for all the people, and they will keep loving the internet as they’re already doing. The more internet helps everybody, the more they will love the internet. Chem trails should stop as well, since they are damaging people’s health and they can make people hate the internet behind them. If internet wants to be loved by everybody, it should never damage people’s health.

This is my point of view of this situation. I hope it can help people the most. The most important thing here is all people being happy and healthy. Everything can change to make them happier and healthier. People are not just things, they’re very valuable souls and we have to take care of them the most we can.

Best regards,

Marta

Dear Soul:

Today I had a very strange dream. Usually I forget them, but this time I can remember it very well. It connects my family to the boy I love, maybe that’s why. But it was strange. The boy I love was living with us. I was in my parents’ room, and I wrote a post to this same blog about a traditional celebration in which he was with my family, they were at the countryside talking to the people of the village and celebrating with them.
I posted an entry here talking about this, with a picture of him and my old niece Sara, who’s only one year younger than him. They were sitting on the extreme sides of a long white table on the grass. It was a very sunny day and they seemed to be happy. I was posting it at the same time I was moving objects with my mind. Do you know what telekinesis is? I had this ability in my dream, and I could attract every object to my hand just by thinking, in a very easy way.
I was excited about it cause I was improving telekinesis and I wanted to show it to him. Then, I started to wonder why I didn’t try to come closer to him before, since I liked him as much as I do in real life. I proposed myself to talk to him nicely and approach him, first I could talk about the post of the celebration to break the ice and maybe he wanted to speak with me.
I was very happy thinking about how close we could be, but suddenly I realized he was about 4 or 5 years old, like my little nephew. It was very strange cause in the picture with my old niece, he seemed to be more than 20, like her, but suddenly he was only 4 or 5 years old.
So finally it was impossible to flirt with him cause he was only a little baby boy. My happiness faded away in a few seconds, but it was very strange he became so young so suddenly.
In my dream, he knew all my family: parents, sisters, nieces, everybody. He was a foreigner, though, like he’s in reality- he’s from South Korea, so I planned to speak in English to him.
In the picture with my niece, I remember he was so happy and bright like he usually is.
It was a really frustrating dream though. It’s been some time since I didn’t remember a dream so vividly.

I could watch him without approaching him. Frustrating.

Dear Soul:

Today I’m gonna tell you about my brother. He was 13 years older than me. I never had a strong connection with him, cause when I was very young he yelled at me, and then he went to the University, living far away from our home.
He liked computers. Right after finishing his University Degree, he started a little company with an old classmate. This company was about making websites for another little companies. Back then, internet was starting to be known by normal people, and a lot of people wanted to be there. I am speaking about 2000 year, more or less.
He had a very tender girlfriend back then, but they split. His first girlfriend was called like me, but they split when he started University. This second girlfriend is who appears in the picture I will show you, on my left side. My old sister is on my right side, next to my brother. The boy over us is a little cousin. The picture was made in a little trip we made together to Madrid. I hide their faces cause my brother is very strict with privacy, and if he knows I am writing this, I should not give their names, neither their faces, or he will get angry.
He got angry easily. My father was very calmed, but my brother needed very little to fire his nerves. That’s why I barely talked to him. We have opposite personalities. It’s like mixing water and oil. You can try your best, but it’s almost impossible. You will never get something homogeneous.
He married his third girlfriend. I guess he yells at her too, because his son told us this during a dinner. “Mum cries when dad yells at her”. I cannot be very sure cause they seem a very connected couple, but my nephew said this and I know it fits with my brother’s personality.
I had fun with him when I was very young, once upon a time he told me a story. But he said that it was true, and I was deceived cause when I grew I realized he was lying. He told me he found a witch next to the house my family had in the countryside. This witch invited him to her house, and he said I would be able to meet the witch when I was older. I’m still waiting.
My brother was always very close to my grandfather and my uncle. My grandparent died when I was 10 years old so I couldn’t meet him properly, but my uncle is still alive and... OMG. My brother is very close to him. They dismiss women, gays and lesbians, people from Portugal, young people- my brother did this even when he was young, too. They only have fun when dismissing others, with a kind of jokes I never found funny. The kind of jokes hurting someone, sometimes very much.
Like I said, my brother and me are like water and oil.
Caring about people and treating them nicely is “mimo” for him. “Mimo” is a Spanish word I don’t know how to translate. It’s like the tenderness you use with a baby, something exaggerated sometimes. For him every little kindness is too much. I don’t know how it’s possible he always had a lot of friends. Well, his friends were mostly savage people like him.
Another curious fact about him is that he cannot be fine with more than 15 Celsius degrees. He always says it’s very hot. Even inside his home, he never heats it more than 15C, at least this is what he says. I like warm temperatures so he was always dismissing me because of that - among a lot of other things.
My brother is the person I only kiss in the cheek before a familiar lunch, and I don’t talk to him again till the kiss of goodbye- in Spain we kiss family in the cheeks to say hello and goodbye, it’s not something to be scared about like in other countries.
My brother is the person I cannot understand, even if I tried very hard. He’s there, with his things, and I’m here. Living always separated and far from each other is the only way we can be peaceful with each other. He wouldn’t hurt me and I wouldn’t answer in an angry way, or feel very hurt and shut up myself. I don’t understand how can he be happy the way he’s happy, if he’s happy. But I know he should think the same about me. In the end: I know my brother exists, but I don’t want to be very close to him. It’s self security. Just for surviving.
Till the next time. Greetings!

Little Marta & company