A few days ago I told you that I had a rather vivid, important dream. If you're interested, here it is. If not, scroll on my friends. 🫶 This is a part of my soul. Dark haze, Smoke curls like a dying prayer over blood-soaked sand. I'm on my knees, dust blowing into dirt devils blowing into our eyes, brown smoke, red flashes-like fire licking the edge of the world. Blood pooled in the sand, warm, dark. Was it mine? I'm not sure. Everything aches, piercing pain, I can't stand. My tears hit the blood and it hissed-steam, or was that just my brain screaming? Then a dark flash -snap- Charlie Kirk's gone, his daughter sprinting, mouth open, soundless flashing like lightning across my soul. My chest caves in. I'm broken from the inside out. A sudden jolting memory. My mouth open in a silent scream. I broke open right there. There's a stone temple or church ahead, old, ancient. I can't see anything but a side wall of it but I know what it is. The stone, the same pale brown as everything around us. A young man in a blue tunic, guards the stone church behind me-no name, just steel and rhythm. Swinging a broadsword beside him, fighting an unseen foe, defending the church. I'm crumpled forward, leaning on my right arm, ribs cracking without sound, body aching and bone weary. Suddenly I see her. She steps out: Striding with long, sure steps, long reddish-brown hair, red or blue dress flashes, then she's in full armor. Not old, not young. Joan. I laugh-actually laughed out loud and said, "You look like Joan of Arc. What's going on?" Then I broke down into tears and croaked "I'm done, I can't, I just can't" I sobbed. "I'm trying but I'm done. I can't. I'm dying." She stepped forward without a sound, and as she came up behind me on my left, she snapped a silver bracer on my left forearm-pierced like a prayer, some ancient design I recognized pierced perfectly into the glimmering metal. I croak, "I'm done", and gold light pours onto me, from my right shoulder down to my hand. All bathed in a peaceful glorious golden light "You're not done yet" she says. "There's work to do. You're healed." I woke shaking, confused, shocked, crying but understanding creeping in. No seizures, I've stopped all medications but gabapentin. A week later, I'm still standing. Every time I think of this dream I shake. But for the first time in years, my head is clear, my dreams are back, my strength building. Something happened that I don't understand. In me. Of me. But I understand the message. I'm ready. I think. I know I'm not alone. #WARRIORWOMAN!

Buckle up to cry. They spread his ashes but certainly caught the spirit with this 😭💖

Simply perfect 🫶

🌿 Monday Micro-Magic in Silverhill Sunshine! ✨💎 (Sound OFF! 🤭Grok tried😂) On this crisp November 10th, ancient Celtic healers carried tiny emeralds in pouches for “micro-revivals” after long winters—perfect for gentle strength-building! Pair with peppermint, the “wake-up whisper” for focus & digestion. I’m starting slow: one breath, one gem, one idea. What’s your micro-magic this Monday? Drop it below! 🌱 #EmeraldRevival #PeppermintWhisper #MondayMicro

Did you know that in laboratory experiments, dandelion root extract eliminated over 90% of colon cancer cells? 90%!

And yet there are many idiots who'll be happy to pay her plenty of money for her psycho BS.

☕ Sippin’ Micro-Magic on this Magic Monday! ✨ Why did the tea ghost the coffee? It said, “I need space to steep!” 😌 Today, November 10th, let’s micro-brew the dawn—1950s grandmas wore tiny peridot “hope dots” for Sunday serenity & digestion. Add a drop of honey, the “sun glue” for throat soothe. Kick off with a 7-second sip-smile, a gentle shoulder roll, or a fluorite “I focus” whisper. Fun fact: the smallest teacup ever was thimble-sized—talk about mini goals! What’s your brew or seasonal gem/herb vibe? Drop it below! 🍯 #SundaySips #PeridotHope #HoneyGlue

Good morning from Alabama! Who wants some diamonds?

🌙 Sunset Sounds & Quiet Harmony! 🍁💎 In harvest circles, November drums glowed with tiger’s eye for focus & warmth. Add a whisper of lavender, the “peace bloom” for rest. As I wind down, I’m grateful for one note that lifted my spirit. Try it: jot one “tiger’s eye tone” of strength before bed. What’s yours? Share below! 🌙 #HarvestNights #TigersEyeFocus #LavenderPeace

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🌟 Beat of Brave on World Tongue Day 👅 Let Your Voice Be Heard! Celtic bards pressed malachite 💚 into drumsticks for transformation & stamina. Pair it with chrysocolla for voice-healing and sage, the “wisdom smoke” for calm. As I rebuild, I’m drumming my “tongue of triumph”—beats for breath, rhythm for rise. Try this: name one “sound” you’re making today. Mine’s malachite magic! What’s yours? Share below! 🌿 #WorldTongueDay #MalachiteTransform #SageWisdom

How adorable & magical are these? I can't believe I don't have one yet! I may have to do something about that 😁😏✌️

"They're weaponizing audits against legacies!" Obama reportedly shouted' OBAMA is NOT ABOVE THE LAW! Find every penny.

WHAT A VICTORY! 🙌✌️ CONGRATS TO ALL MY BRITISH FRIENDS! 🎇🔥🕊️

☕ Tongue & Brew on World Tongue Day! 👅✨😛 Why did the tongue join the tea party? It wanted to steep up its game! 😜 Today, November 9th, let’s sip the dawn—Victorian linguists wore turquoise tongue studs for eloquence & lung ease. Add a dash of peppermint, the “clarity leaf” for breath. Kick off with a tongue-twister toast, a 10-second hum-drum, or a sodalite “I speak” wink. Fun fact: the tongue 😛 has 8,000 taste buds—talk about budding talent! What’s your brew or seasonal gem/herb vibe? Drop it below! 🌿 #FallRhythm #TurquoiseEloquence #PeppermintClarity

🌹 “Kiss me where the lavender grows wild and the moon forgets to leave.” In Provençal folklore, lavender sachets tucked under pillows summoned dreams of future lovers.💖 Steep it with bergamot (the “prince’s tea”) for a citrus sigh. 😏 💬 Drop your favorite scent memory—first crush, first dance, first frost?

How is this an AMERICAN REPRESENTATIVE? Please expel her. It's clearly in the documentation to do so. (Hint, go look at the founding papers)

Ok, at first I thought this was just a horrid miscarriage of justice, but they never even tested these animals. Animals that were in a SCIENTIFIC ANTIBODY PROGRAM TO STUDY *WHY* THEY STAYED HEALTHY! Sorry, but this smells of hiding something. Is the US watching? @SecKennedy ?

🥰 Some Dr Seuss for your timeline & a wish from me "Oh The Places You'll Go" 💖

This is just weird now. Suddenly because SHE blocked hundreds of small accounts, we're "red eyed" & coming after her? "Bloody"? WHAT?

This is exactly what should happen for the Dept of Education too! Open up the world for kids! Let parents decide what's right for their kids. Public, private, or home school - they should all have funding available.