What are these State Lines for?

What are these State Lines for? Asked a girl from a town who has one running up the middle. 

Texas or Arkansas? 

I'm from Texarkana. I mean, it has three State Names but missed the mark for Louisiana by about 20 miles or so. But who would wanna put a traintrack through Texark? ArkTex?

I'm having a bad time with the division that's everywhere these days, and tolerating it like it's up to anyone to prescribe division like poison when you're telling them it's medicine. Somewhere in there, the healing will happen because someone thinks it's medicine. 

The state lines are really so much like feudal territories. Getting around in the south without a car is so dismal I couldn't come up with anything clever to say about it. But I have been content with my options while I do the survey because I got no place to go. 

I've been cornered a lot on my journey. When you get stuck out on the cliff, you just watch the birds and bugs and map the curve of the stream again and again until you could go there in your sleep. And usually there's all the truths staring right in your face, like a world reflecting, some grapple of poetry expressing itself about something else entirely. Any kind of scene has it. 

Paradigm Pilgrims do find each other there at times, and I call these ones all kinds of things and try not to tell them what they are. They're my Spirit Family and even take pity on me being here or like to come by to push my feelings around some other way. In the kind of conversation I'm having with all the rest of this, especially at times when I feel like I'm the whole thing. All the little games we play to have fun, portals between trees, magic in things, wishing, and laughing, and missing the words to the song and being Her. 

I worry that I'm too out of touch with my go-getter side to mess with business matters. I really have a hard time applying myself these ways and pushing through, even if it wouldn't be any harder than being more strategic about where I go for help about it. I know there are people looking for Chosen Ones and people who have gone through the kind of awakening I'm going to try and explain. 

Can you Teach It? Asked a guy who looked like Jesus from the picture and felt like the sunshine was shining in my heart. 

"Yes!" I am either regular cocky or extra confident. 

So, one way or another, I'm gonna fish the best bits of it out of my memories in case it has some meaning to someone or maybe take y'all around for some we can do together. I love when tarot readers for the collective say things like, "I don't care if this only helps one person." 

I have been keeping so many things to myself by not reaching for attention. I have been Divinely Inspired for years and years. Campaigns. Political and Spiritual designs, and my own punk way of dissolving the lines around things. And even knowing my ideas could be important, I didn't want to get in the game. 

If I had gone into business, then I'd be Business Terri, and I wouldn't be a Gonzo Shaman. I'm sure Business Terri timeline will be a cool revelation. Whole lives play in a scene sometimes, and I connect with parts of myself by asking for things like this. Like I can write a check to myself to receive an upgrade in the Business Terri Department and get on my bullshit with Business Terri Style.

Really, I can remember letting that side of myself take it's unhealthy habits and ridiculously destructive coping mechanisms to hell. But probably she would have been in hell by trying to fit into a world like that in the first place, so I probably did her a favor. 

I stood at that crossroads when I was 26, living in a run down trailer at the other end of the property from where I grew up as a kid, looking back like a professional at handling memories and a poet to the moment, where I'd started. I had been a news reporter for such a brief time, just two years or something, and I'd put myself on the grim side of finding out about life by covering emergency beat as much as possible for the Texarkana Gazette. Between general assignments, MahaKali came and sat with me a lot. I was feeling the HooDoo juice around this region, its racism, and got a funny feeling anytime I passed through a crossroads. And they told me I was standing in a crossroads in a direct way, in a kind of way I could know which ways for sure that I was being pulled. I was at a T. Spiritual World or Worldly World. 

Can you believe I asked for the Worldly World option? I took a little break with a man in Marshall, Texas, and found my way into another conformity experiment at the Marshall News Messenger. I got married and divorced. I played at being Woman on Top of The World for a minute and lived in the world just long enough to realize I didn't want to. I mean, being right up in the middle of current events on a local level and then watching them play out at state and national levels has been the trippyest thing yet. 

When I left on this Holy Shamanic Walkabout, I had a feeling and was closer with these ideas of what and why. And there have been times I suspected that something I was acting out was supposed to be as if done by someone who is sleeping, like I wasn't supposed to know the little choices I was showing on the 3D were going into the wider world in any way. But now when I act like I'm not looking, I can see a lot more of these out of the corner of my eye. Or sometimes I give it a shiteating grin and stare it down tiil we both laugh.   

I imagine either direction would be taking me in exactly the same direction. I feel like that happened with a lot of my energetic parts... A stream that was too big for one lady went around the mountain and met her again on the other side. The ocean speaks to the raindrop before it ever hits the stream in me. And all the little celebrations of getting together are my joy. 

My sweet and greet crew online can feel these words and haven't even been shown anything. If you want to -- Believe It. 

It hasn't always been this easy. Some people have been waiting a long damn time to find out what kind of crap I would put in a blog, and I know y'all are gonna love all of this. I love you, too! 

My feelings have been a huge mission, and having compassion for your own heart for all its feelings like a part of you that is sometimes all of you. Getting over your Whole Self anytime you strike out on a Treasure Hunt is like being a brave warrior looking for a Dragon a day. Some of the phases of my journey have really had that kind of impact on me growing my Jedi Abilities and progressing as an enlightened being. And, I know I haven't been the only one to approach it like a thing you have to do in Secret, a Hermit by preference, challenged and embattled over Self Love and Self Belief, Self Assurance, and Self Defense. Each one needs its own key, and each one needs special tools to break it apart and fix it again. 

Break it to Fix It. 

I was looking at America and thinking that whether or not I could find faith in a benevolent guidance taking charge of the whole thing. Could there be a Highest Good version of our land that calls for all this division? Could there be some way the efforts to Break It might be so you can Fix It in the end. And the forest was there, and I said, Break It to Fix it. And even meant it to be a good thing. 

Could this still be the Highest Timeline if there is a Holocaust in it? Could we understand what we're trying not to be, if there hadn't been? I'd never want these kinds of things to go on in my world, but I've seen Southern Poverty Law Center's website and can't go back to Whatevering hate like it's an acceptible option. Some tools are too brutal. But this world would even have you thinking a whisper of truth against it might make all the cards in the castle collapse. But waiting for the collapse is just about as exciting as not singing along with your favorite song. 

Nobody has time to go back to college with so many teachers around them all the time. I like how I can tell who is really on my side by who remembers I have Divine Guidance and who thinks I should formalize my credentials in being whatever I already am. But it's not like I have been keeping a body of published work about all these miracles, and some of them would make a Synchronicity look like child's play.

And I'm developing these things steadily as a practice. Going with the flow, knowing when it's my guides and teachers, knowing when it's my Spiritual Opposition, when I'm meant to wait and wallow or observe with analysis, being ready to create something that tells me a story, or prepared for spontaneity at the whims of whatever I'm walking into. Finding the signs and putting them together in a bag to set the next stage, and knowing how much of it I have charge over to keep the ship steering away from icebergs and into beautiful, exciting times on the mainland. 

Who needs all these State Lines? Even the line separating this world from the others. I'm ready for my Spaceship anytime guys. Can we do teleportation next? I'm feeling juicy.   

When I conceived the Terri Contrary Governor 2040 Campaign, I posted it first as my Tinder Profile and asked for Campaign Managers and had it listed around as my 20-year campaign, "Because it takes a poor lady longer to get there." And I even had a few candidates for that Campaign Manager position. Sometimes Camping and Campaign get the Word Game treatment and I love it. I was running on the Romanticratic Party Platform I made up so I could get critical about things that don't work or make sense and had a slogan of "Laws that are Good for My Honeys" and meant it as a way to say I love the working class people and realize that things are not setup for them to be Happy and Healthy, and Free. The not free part gets me sometimes the most, especially since I'm still trying to figure out how it works for myself, and I don't even have the luxury of money yet as I have been journeying. 

I went Camping with a Bear. Who knows what kind of Excitement that is going to bring into my path, since has been so fun to bring-up already. It's not like we cuddled and I'm Snow White or anything, but he was grumpy that I stayed up too late, and I'm pretty sure there's a guy in my future who is going to feel that way and Huff at me like that bear did. It thrills my total heart to think so. 

My lover who comes to me as all these different ones, a Shiva, many-faced and around any corner, he shares secrets with me sometimes in a direct conversation to keep me hooked on an idea I'll love for later. Will I really be able to just make the money show up *for real* like if I'd reached through to the other world and brought it back with my hand? I have a feeling it's already mine in that realm and all this asking for it is gonna make something like a flood happen. Ooops. 

Honey... if you're reading this, I want you to know that I'd glue myself to you without hesitation and that I love being just awkward enough to get away with it, naughty like a bad kitty and just as undeniable as the next ear scritches. We'll be purring anytime now. I hear ya Honey. I want that Money. 

But what will I be trading for it? What is the sacrifice this time?

I was given to understand that as I continue this direction, that my vision will change. I already see energy with my eyes closed, and so I have to wonder if I'll go blind for this one. But whatever the plan is, I'm showing up for it. 

I mean, I'd even give time for it. And work, and protocols, and effort, and concentration, and all those things I know bringing Business Terri back to life will mean. Haven't we knuckled down enough times to still be friends? We go into every battle together and love it.