The two most powerful words in the world, be very careful when using them away from applying them internally to your own inner King/Queen Baby, else somebody may take a swing at you.
What, poor Andrew, love not working out for you in your tawdry imaginings? Aw diddums. What, life hasn’t rewarded you with the understanding and accolades of others? Aw diddums. What, nobody wants to know the truth about religion, politics, money and the state of all and everything? Aw diddums.
This disarming device never fails to make me smile, sometimes to guffaw out loud depending upon how much energy I’ve pumped into my balloon of self-pitying self-importance.
This hologram that is Mankind is always just where it has to be, given its constituent parts and the singularity of its power source. The kaleidoscope of possible qualities and attributes that are jostling together in Mankind’s tribes and structures of business and politics render the global appearance into its place of filtered messaging by those who imagine that they are in control of everything.
Yet the most powerful networks of espionage, finance, military might allied with corporate muscle, along with the dark economies of organised criminality that are always cheek by jowel with their orthodox power structures, still all of these primary networks have no control whatsoever over the “aw diddums” of a fully realised Human being placed into the midst of their grandiosity when it’s time for One to appear.
In the past all the first born boys were killed, but to no avail, there was and is no escape for Emporer or Empire when the “aw diddums” wielder actually appears to dispel the fear of death for the masses, the fear that is the sole source of counterfeit power that coalesces around the hoarders of money time and time again.
Mankind is waiting for a physical Parousia, another physical body for the Barabus controllers to mock, scarify and hold up to teach every would-be anarchist a lesson that they’ll never forget.
The word ‘anarchy’ is so powerful in its real meaning, that of ‘a harmonious state of inner self-government’, that history has twisted the meaning of anarchy into an enemy word, so that people dare not organise their inner life away from the ‘childish literalism’ upon which the big-hats of pantomime power utterly depend.
The Second Coming is an invisible presence, the word Parousia is the Greek word for presence. This presence, this Light is beaming at you now. Listen, tune in through challenging your own cramped and contorted child that is being held back by the fear that is being put out ever more desperately by the old failing orders, “aw diddums”.
As you feel the reaction to your own inner “aw diddums”, you will become free, free to beam an “aw diddums” at King Trump, Queen May and all the other pantomime monsters that keep trying to frighten your soul into a false submission.
Invisibly we are ever connected. Peace be with you at this time of advancement, Love to you, ever 💜