Have you ever laid around to watch the clouds drift by? To witness art in motion so that you can make out the shapes of faces or animals? How about to wake up early enough to catch the sunrise or stop for a second to appreciate the sunset?
I have and I still do. More than ever now. Yet now, the air feels different. From the smell, the intake and the quality, there’s a difference. I am no scientist but I am someone who listens to my heartbeat. I can hear the winds whisper to guide me. When you become connected to Mother Earth, you know when something is off. It’s like when a mother knows there’s something wrong with her child, even though her child is not physically in front of her.
It’s the invisible cord or connection that one has to another being. I have sat in the spirit of Mother’s Earth lung’s in the Amazon Rainforest in complete darkness. I have listened to her insects tell me stories of their existence. I have watched her precious pink dolphins in her river swim in front of me, only to stop and dance. When you become connected with her, you will need no other connection. She is Source, she is God and she is our Light. I have thread my esoteric cords through her needle. She would always be my guide through the concrete jungles of life.
I can feel her pain as many of us can. Her cries deafen the unconscious minds who follow the herds galloping in circles. The same vicious circles that are the same cycles. Until one expands out of it to question their existence, the circles will become smaller and smaller. Hope will become obsolete as faith disappears under the layers of oblivion.
We are breathing in synthetic air and it’s making us sick.
Growing up in Southern California, chemtrails and air pollution was normal to us. The straight lines overhead that were meant to look like clouds, were normal. Then I moved to Italy and saw real clouds. The fluffy, cotton candy pillows of white clouds that the sky hugged were all new to me. The clouds in Italy were the voluptuous hourglass body shapes from the 50’s. While the clouds in SoCal were the malnourished, thin body shapes from the 90’s.
There was definitely a difference.
I now live in one of the most polluted cities in the world in a small country in Eastern Europe. I wasn’t sure how I would adjust to the difference of air quality but I do know this. The polluted air here in this country and the surrounding countries feel more authentic than when I come back home to visit.
What do I mean by authentic air? It’s real pollution caused by the coal that is burned at the plants here. When coal is burned it releases several airborne toxins and pollutants. They include mercury, lead, sulfur dioxide, nitrogen oxides, particulates, and various other heavy metals.
Given a choice, I’d rather breathe this in then the synthetic, artificial like air I inhaled the last time I went back home to Southern California. That’s preposterous, some might think.
We are being fed fake news, fake foods and fake news about fake food. Given the onslaught of theories from right to left fields to untruths to truths in articles, what can you believe? What will you believe?
The only thing I know for sure is my own truth. If I continue to raise my vibration and at the same time ground myself, I know that I can continue discerning between what’s right or wrong. I know that I am doing the best I can. That’s the key in all this, knowing your truth, discerning your truth to discern the truth on the outside of you.
Here’s another truth I will let you in on. Recently, I noticed a small bump on my right outer forearm. Over three days, I watched it grow into three small bumps that looked like eczema.
I’ve had acne my entire life but never any eczema. I slapped some frankincense essential oil on it along with organic coconut oil and waited. I meditated on why this small rash appeared because usually rashes or any breakouts are indicators that something inside of you needs attention. They could also signify allergic reactions to something outside of your skin surfaces, like lotions or something in the air.
I scanned the list of foods I’ve eaten, ruled out any viruses and sat in the stillness to understand why this small but very strange rash appeared in the first place. In my slow state of another qigong meditation, a light bulb appeared over my head and an epiphany rained down over me like a waterfall.
There is something in the air causing rashes to develop and appear all over the world. With all the activity and videos appearing over the internet of SpaceX satellites and UFOs, well, it’s not too far-fetched to say we’re not in Kansas anymore. Toto, I don’t think we’ll ever go back to that space or time again.
Carol Dao is the author of, “Holy Sage for the Soul: Spirit Releasement Stories Based on True Events.” She is also an international healer and accepts clients on a case by case basis. Please visit www.caroldao.com for more information or for session requests. As the state of flow requires her to recharge in different energy vortexes and ley lines around our world, she can only be reached by email.