Good evening Nekesha and family I come hear with a heavy heart , and very disappointed with my fellow Soyth Africans with all thus fighting chasing people away from the country May you kindly out my country I your prayers to prevent all this hatred that is happening and may God and Mother earth protect his people, I pray that people can have love in their hearts and spirit not to look at others like their enemies this so painful . I also pray that God could cancel all the plans on the 30th of June let the be. Let God's Angels come and talk some sense in their hearts Spreading love and light

I found this quotes thought this speaks my language

Thank you my spirit guide for always making me aware of things of the spirit guiding me even when I don't see thank you for wisdom knowledge and understanding love and light from the higher power God

Is anyone else getting dreams of extraterrestrial- Cosmic experiences - personal real experiences - sightings ???

(A Reflection on Hot Flashes, Womanhood, and the Privilege of Becoming) I was sitting in an office with the air conditioner on. Fanning myself with a book. And for a moment... I almost complained. Almost. I remember thinking, "Really? In an office this cold?" Then I stopped. Because suddenly, I realized something astonishing. "Oh." This is a hot flash. And just as quickly, another thought arrived. I smiled. Because I realized... I earned this fire. No one told me I was supposed to celebrate this part. They told me to fear it. To hide it. To fight it. To mourn the woman I used to be. As though aging were a tragedy. As though changing seasons meant I was disappearing. As though womanhood came with an expiration date. But the trees do not apologize when they change. Neither will I. I earned this fire. I earned it through every version of myself I had the courage to become. The little girl who looked at the world with wonder. The young woman trying to find her place in it. The woman who loved. The woman who lost. The mother. The dreamer. The immigrant. The woman who carried everyone else's burdens while pretending she was fine. The woman who made it through the days she never thought she would survive. The woman who buried parts of herself... and planted new ones in their place. I earned this fire. And then something curious happened. As soon as I smiled... I cooled. Not because the fire wasn't real. Not because acceptance magically erased discomfort. But because, for perhaps the first time, I stopped meeting my body's message with resistance. I didn't make an enemy of it. I listened. I recognized it. I honored it. And maybe...just maybe... the body we've spent our lives criticizing has been waiting all along for us to say, "Thank you." Thank you for carrying me through every heartbreak. Thank you for carrying my children. Thank you for getting me out of bed on the mornings I didn't know how I would keep going. Thank you for surviving stress I never thought I would survive.