Wrestling with victimhood in 3D within multiD

3/28/2018

Today

Wrestling with victimhood in 3D within multiD

Wizard’s Log Stardate: 3:19 AM and/or NOW

Good morning. We wake to play another day. Reminder to Self: Celebrate!!!!! Only the divine exists. The divine is All there is, All that is AND I Am that “divine”. WE ARE. Celebrate.

Today: We choose to vibrate love: unconditional love. We choose to project and reflect unconditional love. We choose love.

We Allready ARE All that We aspire to be and much, much more. We are ‘tending to be less and We ‘tend very good. It is time to accept and own that We ARE unconditional love and everything that We desire flows from here.

We wake grateful.

Thank Us.

We are still NOT used to being this deep in multiD and it does seem a little harder than being totally focused in 3D. That is only because We are more familiar with 3d. We ARE getting familiar with waking and walking in multiD. We are learning to breathe and relax rather than struggle. Funny that struggle seems easier. It certainly IS normal and totally NOT natural.

We are having a great morning with the kids. Our driver is out of town the rest of the week. Our morning subdriver is familiar with Our route. “They” are very Self-assured. “They” tell Us about “their” current computer (IT and internet security) work and background. Interesting the money that “they” make and it still does not bring the satisfaction and security that We think it will. It is an interesting world that set up to experience.

Our middleschool kids are quiet as usual. Very nice and very quiet. We send love and do not try to manipulate “them”. We allow “them”. That is what We do.

We also ponyhop.

All of Our noon kids ride. One wants to keep playing and another acts up some. The competition thrives. The other two are happy. We tell the rivals to leave each other alone and “they” just are NOT having it. After a bit both settle down and have a good ride.

Our bus computer gives the message that it is cleaning the exhaust filter. This function does NOT work right on this bus. After We get back to base We talk to the assistant manager and he says that the shop manager wants Our bus taken to shop as soon as the message comes on. He tells One supervisor to give Us a standby for Our PM and take Our bus to shop. We start Our PM section and Our route bus is still at base.

At the highschool Our standby bus gives a similar message. Dispatch calls shop and “they” do NOT want this bus driven on route either. “They” deny knowing anything about Our route bus so dispatch sends Us Our route bus. We try to explain and apparently We stirred a hornet’s nest. We know that this is about Us getting caught up in Our victim mentality and a world of limitation and separation. We have a hard time setting it free. We ponyhop a lot.

Things sound pretty crazy (on the radio) for most. We get it that this is NOT personal beyond the lesson and experience We can gain IF We choose. Our head clings to Our offense, Our victimhood like a dog with a bone. We keep ponyhopping and setting it free and then take it back and wrestle with it some more. We forgive Us. We love Us and We thank Us.

Our highschooler does pretty well waiting for a replacement bus. “They” are obviously bored which is normal.

We have time for a quick pitstop before going to Our PM gradeschool. The standby bus We were in would have been hard for this section because it has a lot less seats. We are certain that Our route bus will be on reduced power in the morning. The message keeps coming on and going off which is the pattern.

One of Our kids is upset in the classroom and the school is not gonna put “them” on the bus. Two of Our preschoolers do not ride. We are still glad that We have Our route bus for the seating. The teacher runs out and catches Us just We pull out. The father of the upset kid wants “them” to ride the bus. “They” come out crying: We have no idea what is wrong. After “they” get seated We ask if there is anything that We can do and “they” shake “their” head no. We know that We have let “Them” know that We care. “They” participate a little in the other kids conversation. Our foster kid does NOT wanna be a part of the other kids conversation.

Our “bad boy” is in a good mood and has some little, colorful, plastic bubbles that he is fascinated with. “They” had a kinda bad day at school. We try to be supportive. Our foster kid moves to sit with the upset kid. We let “them” know that We do NOT mind “them” moving: only We want “them” to let Us know before “they” move. We try to give this kid a lot of slack. “They” are very sensitive and try to behave. “They” are pretty quiet until We tell Our subdriver not to pull into “their” driveway. “They” speak up and tell Us the last driver (who got stuck) tore the drive up so bad that “their” foster parents got stuck. We are NOT surprised.

We keep wrestling (in Our head) with Our victim incident. We really do NOT understand why Our head wants to wrestle with this. We do not really like being and feeling a victim. Yet: We created it. We ponyhop and set it free with love. A few minutes later Our head is trying to defend Us again so We ponyhop some more.

We are kinda in multiD except when We wrestling with Our defense. We ponyhop and then take back Our victimhood. Back and forth: over and over. We forgive Us. Please forgive Us. We love You AND We thank You.

We go straight home and continue Our back and forth between victim and creator. Our victim role IS getting weaker yet it still persists. Thank Us. At least We do see the game that We are playing and how We have rerun this lifetime upon lifetime.

We have the last of the stew that We did not freeze with the last biscuit. We watch some more “Dr. Who”.

Soon: We are ready to let Our “Vortex” take Us to dream. We wanna just breathe and relax: open and allow. Our head is kinda whimpering. We forgive Us. We love Us AND We thank Us.

We really DO get it that this IS All an inside job. We have looked outside for salvation and rescuing. We know that it comes from within AND We ARE living it.

Goodnight AND thank You for playing.