AND I DESIRE, IT IS MY LONGING OF LIVES PAST PRESENT AND FUTURE TO TELL YOU THIS; I DESIRE THY REALIZATION OF HOW YOUR MOTHER OF TRUTH ALWAYS SINGS:

A tear drops from my right eye. I gaze at 60 years. And I wish children would remember the womb which weeps for them.

I said I wish how I wish CHILDREN WOULD REMEMBER THE WOMBS WHO WEEP FOR THEM.

But you hate the hand that rocked more cradles than anyone. You call us mentally ill when we are not. You gossip about us incessantly; feel we are wrong too much of the time. Wished, how you have wished, that your time on this earth were easier just like mothers always wish for you.

Always, we wish for you.

Always.

Cara hyperventilates, wipes the tears away washing her face, and comes back to her room. (I literally hyperventilate when I am coming back in spirit from astral projection. Music and writing take me away, reading a book takes me away. Television does not take me away. Speaking with people now is always hard for me. I am undone. #cabc)

You know me not. YOU KNOW ME NOT, MY LUVS.

How I long to be KNOWN.

How I wish we knew better than to gossip, sneer, and joke about one another.

How I know we can heal one another.

How I know that I know we have the core to heal every single city, town, community, and place of people with LOVE.

Echinacea is a very healing, immune boosting, plant but must be ingested in times of need and not continually.

Historically, the Rose is Mary Magdalene for me. Violet Light is a mystery in many forms of spiritualism and I gravitate toward the color when my life is in a mystery causing distress to myself and others. It brings me back to peace, does this color, any way I find its beauty expressed.

This is a Wine Cup. I am praying, really, that This Cup may pass from me after age 60 which will begin on my birthday next year. I want so badly to see breakthroughs for My People. #Tara.

Naw, imma revert back and give zero shits—about publication of video on my blog books—for a few days • gotta take a break!

Done with you Americas.