If you have the awareness to ask the question, you have the ability within you to evoke the answer from that asking. You can be your own Guru. Try it.
However, if you lack that awareness, but you perceive that something’s not right with the world around you, simply ask your Guides for both questions and answers.
If your pets make messes, their handlers are responsible for cleaning them up. If that job is beneath them, then they need to be fired. Jungle Rules no longer apply in this type of scenario. You may not have gotten the memo. Old School rules apply now: YOU DON’T SHIT WHERE YOU EAT! It is the order of things.
Sincerely,
The food handler with the Phoenix Feather, the Hollywood, the Oleander Hedge fund and the 50 yard line. I have Hollywood by the balls and I have GoodGrips.
more to come…
I saw Lily today with Maddison. They both had 2020 vision. HALLELUJA! Thank you VET.
Big dogs leave big dog-piles. I’m reminded of a day before G+ went offline when I had a knee-jerk reaction to stepping in a dog pile with my bare feet, as I love to walk through the grass without shoes when I’m inspired to do that. I had been picking up quite alotta dog piles on my land because too many dog handlers weren’t doing their part to clean up after letting my canine friends do their business. SEE image at the top of this post for evidence of this. These ten bags represent a micro-fractal of the work I’ve done to clean up my property after squatters trashed it. In this case 10 piles of dog shit were left in front of my uncle’s Berkshire property – within a few feet of a dog-shit bag dispenser! Still a bit steamed about this, so I’ll repeat this sentiment: DON’T SHIT WHERE YOU EAT.
So, back to the knee-jerk reaction. On G+ some time ago, I said that if my bare feet found one more dog-pile, the handler responsible would be licking my feet and paying me double for my Services (specifically poop scooping). I relented. I really don’t want anyone licking my feet, but I would appreciate being paid at least for my Services. If “double” is in escrow for me, I’ll split that with the next in line for that – and that person can also have the foot licks if they choose. Maybe then I’ll be able to take my shoes off more often.
I’ve recycled countless cans and weaved their tabs into purses. I’ve picked up road-kill along the by-ways of my foot paths, and moved them along in the most loving ways I know how. I’ve bagged dog-piles because the smell of dog-shit has kept the Lord Bridgroom away from my property, and I don’t blame him for this. I’ve picked up sharp objects which were deliberately placed by VLASH and Maitre hybrids in order to cause harm to bicycle riders, car drivers and wildlife. I’ve treated many bodies of water with colloidal silver, Lemurian crystals and blessed microbes with the intent of restoring my Water Tables to what The Creator intended. In all of this – and more, I hope that my magnetic field has become more amenable to His favor.
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oh by the way… Gramps has helped me in all that – just by BEing.
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