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I have a little time left. Yet my companion is going faster than me. Also because I’m older now many people have left recently. Many of them deserving to ascend, well in my opinion. What happens to them in the ascension. Do they miss out for bad timing.
Also I’ve been ahead of this ascension by 50 years reading and trying to figure it all out, but now I’m tired and disgusted, and I have not worked to ascend for a few years now. I sit and watch. What happens to people like me? I don’t feel I have enough energy left to fight.
@okydocky-3995 You playing victim here with your words. Careful with what you wish! Express the opposite!
First off, death doesn't exist! Second, you're not old, you're brainwashed by society or culture. Free yourself from this thinking. Tired? Work? Disgusted? Why? Stay neutral!!! Observe with gratitude, like EA mentioned quite often. Raise your frequency. Do the things that bring joy, or brought joy when you were a kid, idk, you know when in a young age kids never worry and just play. Precisely that mindset. Of course, you can play the retired starseed, and do nothing but observe and enjoy observing the path of other peoples ascensions. Or, you could give yourself a present now and then. In the shape of an EA course and meet other starseeds, connect with their (youth) energy. Or go to EA physically, she's at the Consciously Expo in February, look it up. Meet kind people, live. Make a choice, any choice is good. Yes it could be hard loosing loved ones during a lifetime, but hey! Mindset! Be happy for them, death doesn't exist! Choose to attract new loved ones. As said, any choice is good, because we're here to experience and observe the moment. Just remember we are creative, divine beings.
Here is a little gift for you, just for the beauty.
"When You Are Old"
WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
W.B. Yeats ✨⭐️✨⭐️✨