“Take a moment to shit, before you do the vomit on the page Bit”..shh

o.k….lets breath it up or breathe, and begin.

200 years later, when the move struck to move through my own stuck as a service offering on behalf of the conscious collective, I had to:

pause and ask for guidance/support from galactic counsel -read: attune to the wisdom that I experience is helpful for me to believe in as an active and available resource. This is not truly experienced as of yet as grounded and expressible. Read: I set an intention to be helpful to my goal of service and assist in the aim of running through my own stuck selves to be a cleaner transmitter of source codes/golden light frequency.

hack into my account, now using new device and figuring out my own password clues is akin to significant pressure locks, personal gatekeeping

recognise that the block in my lower back, that I had identified as remnants of stuck social memematic cleansing was actually a big ole poop needing to come through

sit on the toilet and poo

come back to center and remind myself I write to the me that is you. It is almost 100% certain that no one but myself will see this. Phew. It is almost as certain that the potential that it could be seen aka that it is published on the web is considered enough physical manifest/light groundedness that this expression still counts as “helping”. Helping referring to the aim of assist with rejuvenated expressional content to explore and cleanse our collective mind of mucked up mires. And anyhoo, like the solitude of a silent poo. The excremental fashion of releasing wind into the world of this WordPress window is a stringed thread of my colourful new. https://jennyschiltz.com/weaving-the-tapestry-of-the-new-reality/

Needing more to say: I digress:…In return to the cathexis of New. I am referring, of course-snidely serious, because what the fuck am I referring to? to New Earth, Gaia Sophia, the ascension, the pure organic experience of embodiment of source Divine aspects of self IN form, as Hubeing, on this planet. Of course. #sandrawalter #ascensionpath.

Ah, o.k. Cathexis of new. Cathexis is a term discussed to me, by Duke. He often referenced this and I, in my own experience of cathecting into him allowed me to entirely avoid the duh connection. Which I was able to come to in discussion with another dude, also synchronistically named Duke. [[Lotta dudes, all of them are Dukes]. {fairytalism/ colloquial logic: If all dudes are dukes, and all princes are also dukes, then princes are just dudes, dude. Hence the phrase “plenty more Dukes up in that toroidal field babe” -note here also: All dukes can be ducks, and ducks like to quack and sometimes quacks crack the sphere of your fantasy so entirely through that you think/believe “Fuck that Dude”- by which you are expressing you feel sad he a) doesn’t/won’t/can’t actually fuck/hold you (like maybe he’s your dad, or lives in a different dimension or just doesn’t want to), and b) that your perception of his rejection of you entitles you to the reciprocal experience of ‘rejecting’ him by demeaning his royal aspects/entire worth of being ness as beneath your time/attention/care/i.e. cathexis, which actually in a lot of instances is true in the expression of (maybe spend more time thinking/feeling into all about you, then the Duke (the real being here is us, and we are all of you, and if you are going to cathect on Source, you would be wiser to chose a more general and comprehensive aspect. (start with Love et al, etc)))}]

If you, and by you I mean me am going to cathect, omg/s. Lets make sure I understand what this words means. according to the local internet sources, Cathexis is when you put your mental/emotional (imma add here psychic, etheric, astral, light body level) energy into another person, place, object, thing. I guess it is the focusing of your will into spaces that feels just slightly removed (in the instance of fantasy) and quite separate (in the instance of an external self/ another person in the belief structure of individuation of self means we are all different things.

{Lifestyle interruption: Costar just told me to eat something new today: well boo I did/cross that off my list. Had me some “fresh” organic dried whole leaf seaweed. two types. shipped at great (carbon footprint) expense from the shores of the Sea by a company that felt *sustainable, and friendly. It was delish, highly recommend.}

This is a blog, not a book. And here my interest ends…

***what came through was not a pure clean expression of understanding. This feels like stylistic posturing with little to no real shareable content, in aim of thought form expansion/self cleansing experience. Yet, it does feel o.k, to be here. I appreciate the gesture of feedback, that I am not that which I think I am. I also appreciate the grace to explore the dissonance of that space in my own private/public page. Thank you Aperson.