Recently I read an article which a friend sent to me about Jackie Kennedy. It was an interesting article, but one I cannot share the link to and it will not let me copy from messenger. Nor can I find it by doing a google search, so this makes me wonder because the authors name is Nancy Truman, the original article apparently first appearing on Tworeddots.com, although I could not find it. This of course has got me very curious because of the one paragraph I read which I share below:
A Privileged Background
Despite the bad reputation of his father, Jackie learned to idolize him as she was growing up. Perhaps as a way to compensate for his faults as a father, John returned her daughter’s admiration by showering her with praise and other material things. It was no secret that Jackie was raised in the realms of America’s elite.
At an early age, Jackie showed her competitive side and astonishing confidence through horseback riding. She joined multiple competitions and appeared as the winner in most of them. Besides her physical strength, the First Lady amazed the people around her by mastering the French language as a little girl. From Grade 1-6, Jackie got her primary education from Chapin School, one of the most prestigious all-girls schools in Manhattan at that time. Some of her schoolmates were Ivanka Trump and Queen Noor of Jordan. Would you believe the ever finesse and elegant lady had been described once by her teachers as “a darling child, the prettiest little girl, very clever, very artistic, and full of the devil”?
I’m curious just how Jackie Kennedy could be friends with Ivanka Trump unless there is another Ivanka Trump worth mentioning other than the obvious one we know today. Jackie was born in the year 1929 while the Ivanka I’m sure we all have in our mind was born in the year 1981. I suppose one of them could have time travelled to form the friendship during the late 1930’s and early 1940’s. This makes me wonder also how many people picked up on this rather huge blooper, or whether people just accepted the connection between the names simply because of QAnon boasting JFK Jr.’s return from the grave lately. They possibly see this as another bit of proof the connection is strong between the families – this is unfortunately most likely as those who follow this farce are brainwashed. This is part of a mind control experiment which seems to be quite successful by some accounts.
So this part of the story brings me to my dream yesterday morning which was in reference to such propaganda and why it’s so easy to fool the general public. The message of my dream was clear and precise, despite not remembering most of what happened, but then that was part of the message I feel now.
“Do not get distracted by the entertainment”! Or in other words do not be fooled or distracted by the packaging, by what you see or by what people say. Pay close attention instead to their actions, to their intentions, in other words look past what they want you to see.
Another example of this can be once more referenced with respect to my mother – she was not the perfect, prim and proper figure head we all believed her to be, the truth about her “behind closed doors” side has been told by some. The link for the article shared below is not the first one I’ve seen telling this side of the story, a version of her which I needed to see in order to understand the possibility she did indeed spend time with my father.
What we see on the outside is not always the full picture as we discover about the beautiful Jackie Kennedy. It seems both my parents had similar proclivities when it came to intimacy and sexual needs, so it cannot be denied there was more than a small possibility they found each other. This is especially true when one understands how much my mother travelled on her own to different parts of the world, the fact she spoke Spanish and the known quote by Che Guevara that the one person he would enjoy meeting from North America, was Jackie Kennedy. JFK was quoted to reply, he would have to get in line.
Once more I do feel as though I’m being guided to uncover these stories to help me understand my own story is not so far fetched as most have thought, including me. Once we remove the paper covering from a persons exterior version of themselves they want others to see, we can often be surprised by what’s inside the packaging. I can absolutely confirm this from my own experiences as over and over again, people are surprised by my decisions and actions, never expecting me to behave in certain ways. They feel they have always known me, seeing me as predictable and unchanging. In fact they keep telling me, or at least they used to that I needed to change if I wanted to move forward, not noticing I had moved miles beyond them already. Although they may not say that to me anymore, there is still the impression they have not been able to accept how much I’ve grown and changed especially since returning to Canada.
It is frustrating to say the least to realize after all I’ve been through, all I’ve shared there is still no one who sees the truth of who I am. This has to have purpose however, something which makes sense when given the reality of my heritage. Like the woman I was on the hill waiting for the exact moment to rescue my dragon, I must also wait now for the right time for my identity to be realized.
This morning my dear Mali came to me in a dream, signifying it is a time of concern as she was protecting my home. So vigilant at her task, she did not even greet me as I arrived home, nor did she come to me when I needed to go back outside, rather she remained at her post as if she was an invisible guard. This of course is accurate as she is here in “spirit” not in body, so I understand her loyalty remains ever strong! How blessed I am!
But this is a message reminding me of the danger of just being who I am and the importance of not being allowed to be heard, really heard. Anyone out there listening to my stories, is very unlikely to actually believe what I’m saying, so yes I am hiding the information in plain sight, trusting it is falling through the cracks. This process allows me to share my thoughts which is something much needed as one can imagine. Not having anyone to actually talk to about what I feel, experience and carry because of it, is painful most of the time. Writing in this way is the one thing which relieves the pressure, so it is necessary.
In fact the only way anyone will get past the barrier created around me as protection, is if they stop believing in the entertainment being provided by someone like Trump. As long as he has so much attention, and subsequently the same goes for Trudeau and the WHO/WEF, I will not be seen, heard or understood. I will be that thought you can’t quite grab onto, that sense of déjà vu you can’t really explain, the ghost in the machine. However, if Mali is standing guard and felt the need to let me know specifically she is doing so, then there is someone who is watching me, who believes me. Are they friend or foe?
As long as people are distracted by;
– gun laws or the right to bear arms,
– the conflict between Russia and Ukraine,
– the JFK stories,
– the belief in Trump saving them,
– the atrocities of Trudeau and his government,
– the hope a different candidate can save us from those evils,
We will not see the forest for the trees. We will not realize the way out is to protect with the light and love of the angels, not guns. We will not understand we are in control of our destiny – it simply takes a different perspective to create the change we want. These dark souls have gained so much power because we gave it to them by not looking past the facade. Fixing it requires getting a bit uncomfortable because we have to first change ourselves and how we see truth.
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