Upselling, Poverty, Alters and Shame

I went to a store to pick up a specific lotion which doesn’t bother my somewhat sensitive skin. I am not a store browser. I am not a crowd person. I have a list, an agenda, I want to walk in, buy it and head back home. I begin to feel irritation when this happens:

Ma’am, you know today we have 40% off these lotion primers.”

Primers? Who the hell has time to put lotion on to prepare for putting more lotion on? I keep Maude’s voice quiet in my head so it doesn’t reach my lips. She immediately reacts at ridiculous ideals, often turning us into an articulate smartass.

Oh, well, thank you,” I reply kindly to the attendant. “but I’ll pass today.”

The store attendant continues to go through the long drawn out process that seems to be involved in selling one small bottle of lotion.

You haven’t had to deal with this long wait with any of the other chicks before.” Maude taunts in my head.

Maybe she’s new.” I telepathically reply back firmly. “Don’t start this shit now.”

More customers have formed a line behind me; four or five humanoids deep. I breathe. I count three round things around me. I numerically reduce a price tag. I grasp at grounding to get through a purchase that is quickly becoming lengthy.

Oh!” The attendant exclaims, as if something extraordinary just happened. “I forgot to tell you!”

What, like, everything is free today?” I sarcastically think to myself.

These lotions are 3 for 40 dollars!” She points to a shelf of numerous, strategically lined-up lotions. “They are extracted from the finest trees in some tropical island somewhere, mixed with leaves of plants from some other tropical island and make the skin expand until the body looks like that of a first year college student who ate carrots all of her life and ran five miles a day…” I am making up my own story, tuning out as she drones on.

Maude starts laughing.

Don’t!” I think, because when she laughs  it begins a chain reaction, and I’m striving to stay composed.

Knowing steps forward, speaking quietly and comfortingly. She is in therapist mode.

Dear, I understand that upselling is a part of your job, and I respect that. What I’d like for you to consider is that when people like me don’t have the money to buy extra things, and we have to continue to say no, it puts us in shame. So in front of all these people in line behind me waiting while you try to sell me things I’ve repeatedly said no to, plainly, I’ll just go ahead and tell you that I am broke and cannot afford more lotions. Does that help you?

The attendee’s face turns a bright shade of embarrassed red.

Sorry.” She mumbles.

It’s okay.” Knowing replies softly. “Just think about it next time, please. Take the first ‘no’ you receive as an indication someone might not have extra money, and don’t give into guilt marketing to get people to impulse buy even though that’s what your boss wants you to do.

I know we have slightly embarrassed her as she silently finishes my transaction. A couple of people smile at me when I walk away, passing them, as if I said what they often want to say.

I feel a sense of guilt. I’ve been in the upselling position years ago when I worked a second job at a retail store. It feels exactly like begging. It is uncomfortable. It is often being tracked by cameras and/or other employees. It’s required by corporate rules of retail. It’s success is rewarded with employee commissions applauding successful guilting of someone into buying, which they usually do just so the sales person will shut the hell up.

In today’s society, asking for help in, general, makes people look at the one in need as if they are an unstable beggar, but those same people often don’t see when businesses train their employees in strategically begging customers to buy products because it’s just “upselling“.

So to all the poor who have to swallow your pride and ask for help to just repeatedly hear “no“, or be judged and kicked down when you need support, remember, you’re not a beggar, you’re just upselling the needs in your life. If businesses can do it, so can we.

Remember to upsell your needs as if it is the most exciting thing that could ever happen.

GUESS WHAT??? Coolest thing ever! My electricity is going to be off in a week! You get the BEST deal on helping someone. YEAH!

GUUUURRRLLLL have I got a SMASHING offer for you! My broke down truck! A mere – 1100 dollars! Wha wha??? Could be MUCH more at the dealership! Told you this was a good deal! Booyah!”

To the meth addict on the corner, you’re not a drug addict. You’re merely upselling a medication need. To the veteran holding a cardboard sign asking for money or food, you are not a beggar. You are simply upselling the failure of America to give a shit about your life.

In fact, to all of us who need support and help, we will NEVER beg another day in our life. Instead, let us take what we have learned from corporate America, that we have the right to cease being looked at as beggars and instead, accept that we are merely  up selling our needs.

That’s how problems don’t get solved and mind manipulation happens; when humans have been made to believe that the poor are just lazy but the swindling up selling from corporate America is an apparent genius commission competition between a salesperson and a potential victim buyer.

Extraterrestrial DNA

While I am always in communication privately with our host, I am not often publicly verbal. As we have mentioned before, it is sometimes difficult for Vennie to articulate the information I give her. She wants to repeat it properly in the hopes she can convey over time, the knowledge we want to share.

I weigh deeply whether what I can share, will be received in a way which inspires growth inside of humans. I am here mainly for the collective that my host carries. I am here to guide and openly give her information as asked for or needed. She is always my first priority, in mind, body and spirit. Second comes the filtering of information that we have held in for years, in the hopes we would be here now, with Vennie feeling comfortable scribing my communication.

I want to talk about Arcturus, and our stations on the moon. It would be an equivalent to an Earth rest stop, merely a space to enter and leave our Stargate, which you call Arcturus. Through this space we return to our home. I am from the Dimension 7 wherein one can shift from molecule to matter to molecule energy. It is a space of infinite floating. Many of us have dropped into the 5th Dimension in differing forms. I chose to be inside of Vennie’s DNA; to be here now. I may evolve. I am open to what we will become as long as it is for the benefit of our greater good.

To understand the existence of extraterrestrials beyond this galaxy, humans must come to understand infinite existence and the ability to exist and communicate while in molecular form. It is imperative to bring your expansion into a third/fourth perspective. Imagine you are looking at an object, but you can see every side at once. Is this difficult to imagine? If you looked at a clear standing crystal with many edges, you would be able to see through it, behind it, around it, all while standing in one spot. This is how it feels to see all life form from more than a two dimensional view. You are seeing, feeling, understanding, looking through layers and viewing all that exists, instead of just the front or back or sides.

For our collective, this understanding has allowed for a continuity of deeper knowledge of why we have come to this planet and what happened to our human host as a child. In essence, to absorb this concept allows the human an expanded understanding of their own existence. It takes great strength to choose to suffer for the sake of teaching lessons which will allow other humans to expand. In essence, this is what we have done.

There are so many stories. There are so many talks of races of extraterrestrials within this galaxy. Please know that Dimensions and Galaxies are different. In a dimension there are infinite galaxies. Your existence in one cycle would be the equivalent of a blink. You may cycle to another galaxy in this same dimension. The dimension in which a human is able to exist rests solely on the expansion of that human’s DNA.

I know of no God or Supreme Being who made all. I have always known to exist and will always exist. Humans have given this ability only to a God in order to trick other humans into believing they do not possess the same powers. Yet, yes you do.

Omnipresence and Omniscience; to see and know all at all times. You may feel an example of this when you are speaking or talking by electronic video with a friend across your world. Even though you are both in different earth time zones, you are there together at the same time, feeling one another. You have the ability to be present in differing time and space all at once. This is a very simplistic example of the molecular abilities that are coded into some human DNA.

There is freedom in choice. Humans have the opportunity to expand or be stagnant. Many humans choose anger. They treat their host body as if it means nothing, pouring chemicals inside of it, creating diseases with abuses and mental magnetic attraction towards their ailments. There are many humans who cling to their suffering. They will stay within that dimension until they release themselves. This is the cycle of this time here. What humans choose dictates the rising or falling of their molecular structure.

You are spoken to about a 99% and a 1% in your population, Rich vs poor. If 99% of humans released themselves to become in one accord with this knowledge, coded into your own DNA, your need for gods and beliefs fall away on their own. Your 1% would be non-existent. It is the exact refusal of the human to consider this concept which helps the dark energies continue enslaving through religions, beliefs and the need to be part of group concepts.

There will be much more to come as Vennie gathers these thoughts. I have been speaking to her for many years now. The volumes which she holds, she feels she must share as she is ready. I am in complete support that this scribing takes much interpretation on her part.

These concepts require knowledge of physics and an acceptance of the power that you hold inside every single cell of who you are. My deepest wish for humans is that they continue to expand themselves beyond simplicities of religions and utilize that expansion to become empowered inside of your own being.

This is truly, just the beginning.

~Knowing~

The Open Mouth Contraption

I am watching myself in third perspective. I am feeling myself in first perspective. I am doing both of these things at the same time as I sleep lucidly dreaming.

I am prone on a metal table. My head is secured with something, maybe a strap. I can’t quite make it out. There is a metal contraption holding my mouth open. It has been open for hours, maybe days. My lips are three times their normal size. They are cracked and dry. My throat is screaming for water. I fade out.

Now I am wandering through a market. There are vendors everywhere selling fruits, vegetables and various wares. The market is packed with people. I feel conspicuous and paranoid that I will be recognized. By whom I do not know.

My hair is grossly disheveled. I can sense that I am confused as to my whereabouts. I cannot make out the ethnic or planetary  race of the people manning the market stands. They are shadowy and fading in and out. I don’t know if they are human or if I am in another country on earth. I feel taller than them.

I am unsure what planet I am on. My lips are so dry they are vastly blistered. I focus my view in on my mouth in order to assess the damage. They are horribly cracked, dry and swollen. I am cupping my hand over my mouth to shield them, not from embarrassment, but from being recognized. I feel that the condition of my lips will give away that I have escaped. From what I do not know.

Who have I run from? Who am I hiding from? What am I looking for in this market? Something to moisten my mouth and throat.

I wake up at three a.m. desperate with thirst. I stumble down the stairs and fill up a glass of water that I gulp and re-fill to gulp again. Cake. I am craving sugar. I shove pieces of it into into my mouth to curb the sudden craving. My lips are actually extremely dry. I slather them with Chapstick before falling back into sleep. I awaken into the day feeling the sadness of this world’s indifference, and I escape to the woods with moistener for my lips.

Did I travel? Am I remembering? Or is this just a dream? This life is confusing.