I dont really know the words to say or how to describe my situation.

I live on the Bible belt. I'm surrounded by people who are mostly complacent and have no desire to explore deeper levels of consciousness. They believe the indoctrinated teachings that this area is stifled by.

I've always been different... Thought different, believed things my peers thought I was crazy for. I find societal standards to be very difficult. I have felt alienated and alone for a long time. I have recently found peace with being alone, mostly, but I feel drawn to more....I want to learn.. I want to overcome the things standing in my way...and I know I cannot do that in isolation.

I am not looking for a romantic connection. I'm looking for people I can ask questions...people who will take an interest in my genuine desire to grow...someone I can connect with, develop a friendship with, who can teach me practices, maybe hold me accountable, be honest with me, discuss certain ideas with.

I dont know if this is the right place to post this, but locally, there is nothing to support my journey.

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Yesterday I drove my car to my mothers building and parked it there, then called an Uber to take me to the dealer where earlier in the week I bought my mom a 2016 Acura RDX to replace her 2013 Lexus that I totaled in a rollover car accident. 😢 Then I drove my mom's new car to her building, parked it in her stall, then drove my car back to my home. I canceled her insurance policy on the Lexus and transfered it to the Acura RDX before driving it to her building. Mission accomplished. But life is so complicated. Why? Because of the lunatic psycho-freaks running and controlling everything. 🤪

The Unseen Hands of Grace

Elena had stopped believing in miracles. Life had worn her down—disappointments, losses, and unanswered prayers had built walls around her heart. She had once been a dreamer, a believer in magic, in divine whispers, in the unseen forces of love. But now, life felt like an endless storm, and she was too tired to look for the light.

One evening, she sat by her window, watching the rain blur the city lights. If miracles exist, she thought, why do I feel so alone? She sighed and closed her eyes, not expecting an answer. But something in her heart whispered: Be open. Just for a little while longer.

The next morning, as she walked to work, she saw an elderly woman struggling to carry her bags up the steps. Something in Elena nudged her forward, and she offered to help. The woman smiled, eyes twinkling like forgotten stars. “Ah, child,” she said warmly, “kindness is a miracle, too.”

Those words lingered in Elena’s mind. That day, she noticed things she hadn’t before—a stranger paying for someone’s coffee, a child laughing with pure joy, a tree growing between cracks in the pavement. Were these not miracles?

That night, she pulled out an old journal and wrote: Miracles are not always loud. They are in the quiet moments, the unexpected kindness, the love that finds us even when we have forgotten how to ask for it.

As days passed, little wonders began unfolding in her life. A long-lost friend reached out. A dream she had given up on resurfaced in a way she never expected. She even found herself laughing—really laughing—for the first time in years.

Then, the true miracle happened. One evening, as she walked home, she saw a man sitting alone on a bench, looking lost in his own storm. Something in her recognized that loneliness. She sat beside him and simply said, “You’re not alone.”

He looked at her, eyes wide with disbelief. A single tear fell, and he whispered, “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”

At that moment, Elena realized: Miracles exist not because the world changes, but because we open our hearts enough to see them.

And from that day forward, she did.

Murder charges pending for the traitor criminals behind the Covid-19 bio-weapon death jab. Hospitals and doctors next?

Criminal traitors to humanity- with no soul - have no hope of ever changing.