As we may all know already……… A person is born a boy or girl and or sometimes having both male and female parts.
A boy is know to be rough and wild. You can rarely find him inside, because he is always on an adventure outside. He likes to get dirty and climb high things. From cars to guns, these are the things that fascinates him.
A girl is known to be sweet and delicate. You can find her playing with her dolls and tea sets. If she is found outside, she will normally be under something. Like a house of sticks she has made, always cooking for her dolls.
A transgender is a person that was born with one sex or body parts but feels drawn to be his or her opposite sex and acts on making changes, to become that.
According to https://childmind.org Boys who transition to become girls are transgender females. And girls who transition to become boys are transgender boys. The terminology around gender nonconformity is rapidly evolving. Terms kids might use include genderqueer, nonbinary, gender fluid, agender, two-spirit, demigirl or demiboy. But the definition of these terms might vary for different people.
If a girl feels like a boy and a boy feels like a girl, does that mean that they were born in the wrong sex? My answer is no…. Soon I will explain why.
If I can only count from 1-5 does that mean that I am not capable of counting from 1-10. The answer is no. I am capable of learning and adapting to anything by learning.
So is being a transgender the wrong way to go? Yes, Because one assumed he or she felt a different way from the body… that it is the body, which is wrong and not the mind.
Now Let Me Explain
I was born a girl but for some reason did things like a boy. Most girls have many barbie dolls. In my case I had more toy guns than dolls. If I wasn’t outside shooting my guns I would be cooking for my dolls. Climbing trees, being rough and play fighting. Hunting and fishing with my uncle Danny, doing everything like a boy. From climbing trees, to fences and housesI was like a wild horse.
The older I grew, the more I realized I had to fight hard to be more like a girl. Not to be to loud. To wait my turn. To not always be dirty and muddy. To dress and carry myself like a girl. I must say I did a great job in learning to be a girl like I was born to be. But somehow a boy was much easier for me to be. I must admit tho I have grown into a fine young women, I still cannot get into long nails and fake nails. Like how do women even pick up a coin or button up their shirts with cute nails like that. Hey I might suck at this female thing… Who knows or who cares.
Anyways, the boy in me never did leave. I still like a good race and rough play fight. I still walk around asking people if I can lift them up, to show how strong I am. The same things I did as a child I still do as an adult. I’m now 26 year of age and the boy in me never did leave because he doesn’t have to unless I make him leave.
Just because I had to learn to be like a girl doesn’t mean that my boy side should be erasedand it didn’t mean that I was a boy. I wasn’t confused on who I was or what I should be because I knew I was born a girl. I just knew that I was tougher and rougher than most girls and that’s not how girls are supposed to act. I just had to learn how to be more like a girl and to grow as one with my body.
If a person is born more masculine and they are a girl, it is their duty to learn to be feminine. If a person is born feminine but they are a boy, it is their duty to learn to be more masculine.
The goal is not to run away from your sex because you feel different… that is where we go wrong. We are supposed to teach ourselves how to be the things that we are not.
The reason a person might feel that they’re the opposite sex of what they are can be for many different reasons. It can be because of their ancestor lineage. For instance if a girl has a lot of male ancestors over women ancestors, the energy of the male in her lineage will cause her to feel more masculine. Or an ancestor lineage of mostly women can transfer feminine energy into a boy. Another contributing factor is also what the child grows up and see’s. What a child see’s and intakes can also confuse the child on who or what he or she really is.
If a person is born with both male and female parts, I believe the best way for that person to know their sex is based on who they are more sexually attractive too. So a person born with both male and female parts should not decide on if he is a he or she a she, untill they have started having sexual intercourse. Their preference on male or female will determine the sex that they should choose and stick with for themselves.The hard part is that not everyone would have sex with someone that has both male and female parts. But I still believe the person should wait it out until they find someone to have intercourse with. Sadly they would have to have sexual intercourse with both a male and female to fully decide on what he or she is. Most might just give up and pick a gender. This should be the only person that is allowed to choose who they are if they do not want to go through the burdens of trying to find people to have intercourse with.
I love everyone…. boy, girl and transgender. This article is not to tear down any transgender person nor is it to be compared to by a boy or girl. Everyone is equal, do not matter your choices or mistakes in life. We are all here to learn and to figure out how to be better to and for each other.
This article in conclusion only exist based on the world being on opposite sides on if someone can really be born something that they are not supposed to be. This is just my conclusion on how I became a strong women that has masculine tendencies.
Our goal is to be balanced and feel balanced within ourselves. Finding balance can be found by learning and growing into what one can be without having to change or find outside solutions.
If someone is born into one sex but is in love with someone else that is of the same sex as themselves; this would be a different topic and or are not the same topics as transgenders.
Again…. I love everyone. Boy, girl or transgender.
–Abigail
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On the morning of Saturday, March 30th,1996 in Trinidad & Tobago a baby girl was born. Her mom had her on the 3rd month of the year, the 30th day, 3 days after her birthday and she had just turned 33. 330333. For her mom, it was supposed to be a one night stand that lasted for 3 days. On the 3rd day, to her Mother's surprised, she was conceived with a Baby. Just a fun fact about this magical soul. Coincidence, maybe, maybe not. While her mother was pregnant with her while living on the streets, a Nun took Jaishema into a shelter and gaved her daughter her first name upon her birth. She is now known as Abigail M M.... Numbers 757.
Growing up I was no ordinary girl. I was fast as a bee & wild as a bear. I was always dirty since my brother and I lived in an abandon house, deep in the bushes with my mentally ill mother. We hardly had food to eat, no running water or electricity. Inside the abandoned house was only an old mattress, a pot with charcoals, newspapers, a few pieces of clothing and little food.
Such a tom boy I always ran off to enjoy nature. I was always missing from my mother's view, either to be found high up in a tree or in the dirt looking for lizard eggs. I though they were so cute and tiny. I used to think I was keeping an eye on them making sure they were safe. I was the most beautiful little girl who as an adult carry the same face. I wore a lot of dresses that was sadly covered in mud where the details and colors were no longer visible. I enjoyed climbing the tallest trees. My favorite is the fruit trees because it makes you feel like the climb was worth it. Mango trees Ummmmhhhh. Either way to me the climb was worth it because when you have reached the top you can now sit and enjoy the view. Its weird because now that I am older, I have a fear of heights. Probably because I have gotten so used to holding on to the tree branches and always being in control of whether I fall or not. I enjoyed building huts out of coconut leaves and doing everything I was told not too do. I enjoyed eating cups of milk & sugar since that was my main source of food. I hated when my mother would tell me to mix my juice with water because it was watery and didn't taste as good as it should have. We used charcoals to brush our teeth since my mother couldn't afford toothpaste. It worked like a charm, she always made sure my teeth was pearly white. To use the bathroom we had to poop on newspapers and pee outside under the house. We would use an oil lamp to see in the night for both outside and inside. My little brother do not remember as much as I do since I was older. He used to stay in the house with my mother while I walked for what seems like miles to a 4 year old for drinking water, since he was a baby at the time and could not make the walk. I remembered one day I fell into the ditch of water and I receive unexpected strength that helped pulled me to safety. The tap was really high but underneath my feet was wooden boards and under that was a hole of water. I guess the water pressure was so strong that the excess water made a deep pool so for no one to fall there was a wood dock nailed together to make a walkway to the tap. My feet slipped and I fell in! Holding on the the foundation, my feet was too short to pull myself up to reach the board. I then kept on trying and out of nowhere I was able to do it as if my feet wasn't to short anymore. Someone unseen helped me up.
My mother showed me how to be tuff on my own as far back as I can remember, she showed me how to properly balance a bucket of water on my head so that I can carry it easier.
I even saved my mothers life once by saying the word STOP. One day our neighbor killed a huge snake as long as an Anaconda and wanted to show my mother. Mean while a few minutes before I was high up in the trees when a snake fell trying to reach down and bite me. I kept on enjoying the wild as I heard my neighbor screaming go get your mom. I went inside but she send me back outside and told me to tell him that she is cooking. When my mom finally came outside the man took his cutlass/ machete and tried to chop my mom up to death. They were running around in circles and I didn't know what to do. I thought to myself if I screamed no-one would hear me, if I ran I would not make it in time or maybe he would run after me and kill me too. That was when I realized that this is a spiritual fight. In that moment I believed in my inner power that whatever I wanted from life, I can and will make happen. At that moment I wanted him to stop and he would obey my command. In that moment of life I realized that I only had myself and that the only solution to this problem is in me. What I need is in my soul. When all physical self is abandoned, when all physical self disappears, when you realize that the physical self can no longer help you, it is only ONE option left. In you! Your soul! I am the one that determines how this is going to end. I screamed STOP with all my might as hard as I can for as long as I could have. The man then stopped looked at me waving his machete and said you are lucky and went back inside. This goes to show you how crazy people really are and the reasons why we need to separate good from evil once and for all. Something so simple as a lack of attention or praise from others can drive someone to do anything to get the feeling they want. I should not have know that the world was evil under the age of 5.
Around the age of five, one day a woman visited my home from another country to find me a safer home. It was a rainy day out, I was busy playing with my Barbie's, outside when I saw this strange lady came walking up towards the steps. I stood there confused as she said the words " I am your sister" …… I started yelling as to why no-one told me I had a sister. No-one had mentioned her before but I knew I had several brothers. She came because the home I once knew with my mother was become unsafe day by day since her mental illness was getting worst. P.s I found out I have more sisters when I grew older.
Many years back my mother was the most beautiful person. I got the chance to see a picture of my mother before she got sick with mental illness. She was full of beauty for all, posing as if she was a model with an artistic talent many will gladly wish to posses. She created the most beautiful wedding cakes. Sadly not everything stays the way we would like. Growing up I was told by my sister and family members that my mother was abused badly by her mother to the point she sometimes made my mom have sex in the bar she owned so that she can keep the money to herself. When my mom tried to play with her toys her mother would beat her and flush it down the toilet. As my mom got older she tried finding ways to cope. From running away, to alcohol to drugs to stories of people working black magic on my mother`s mind because of her beauty. I may never know the truth. But what I do know is that she has lost what she really loved..... Her kids, her mind & her lifestyle. She had big dreams that were left unaccomplished. Because of her mental state, she often was afraid of the outside world hurting us so she used to have several pad locks on the door at once. Maybe 6 or so to give a picture. She was so focus on locking the doors when we left for outside to the point locking us outside the house and forgetting the keys inside was was a normal thing. She then would push me up a wall into a whole leaving her fate to a 1 year old to climb in and retrieve the keys. Now you see why at 4 I was basically climbing things as high as a coconut tree. So when I was off missing high in the trees, while she was scared of my safety she knew what I was capable at since 1 so a part of her always knew I was smart and capable of great things. As I was growing up, I would catch her dazing out looking into my eyes. She never stopped, don't matter how old I had grown.
Fast Forward my brother was taken in by his father but my father was busy with his own family and his woman at the time did not want me to be apart of their lives. He cheated on his wife with my mother creating me. Maybe because of shame he left without looking back! Well I'm not 100% sure because as a kid an older male used to give me money on my walk home from school. He handed me money almost everyday from maybe when I was 11-13. He used to stand on a corner at a pubic place where I knew he couldn't hurt me so I used to take the money being that at home I only got $1 to go to school with. The man only says hi, smiles and gives me money as I continue my walk home. So back a little, I was taken to my brother's house where he said " She is not my responsibility & neither is she yours, you should return her to where you got her from. I was also told that the rest of my family excuses was no different along with the words,
" she looks just like her mother, she will turn out to be like crazy her mother too. We do not want that responsibility."
My sister said that she went crying to her friends that no-one wants me and she does not know what to do with me. She searched everywhere but no-one would take me in. She did not want to leave the country knowing I was not safe. Jackpot, I was taken in by them, complete strangers to me at the time. I was greeted by dogs surrounding me trying to rip me to pieces. I screamed as loud as a trumpet & quickly climbed up the fence. They were told by their owner to leave me alone as I slowly came back down to the ground. When I got inside I had a bath with clean clothes waiting for me & the most delicious food I have ever eating. I was not told the words I love you growing up but by the way I was taken care of I read in-between the lines & knew that they loved me. I was taught to hunt in the wild & shoot shotguns, learned how to cook by my aunt and her mother. I was taught how to fish and anything to do with the wild and nature by my Uncle Danny. Everytime I looked bored I was told to go and read a book by him. I had many toys as a kid from dolls to guns I had it all. I had lots & lots of guns, whether I was outside shooting or cooking for my dolls anytime my uncle saw me outside he would always tell me to go & pick up a book. I never understood why since he was the one that taught me the outside things. He loved me in his own special way. My aunt would be the one to cook for the household and wash my clothes, while her mother would make sure I ate breakfast before school and got me dressed. My aunt always did my hair and helped with my homework. She treated me as her own child since she had none of her own at the time.
Shortly after I started getting comfortable I was being sexually assaulted by an older kid of the family for the six to seven years I lived there. I was not the only one though, a older girl also staying there had to have sexual intercourse with him also. I was so scared & confused bring only 6 to tell anyone because he would tell lies on me when I said no and made me get beatings. Most of my beatings growing up was for something they did and he would put the blame on me. I would tell the truth that I did not do it but it seemed as if no one believed me. Since then I started lying to protect myself. It just became a part of me over the years to protect myself as best as I could. It got worst when it was time for me to eat, he would take the good foods out of my plate and give me everything he didn't like which turned out to be the same foods I didn't like either. I was always the last one at the dinner table, sometimes I would get beatings because I was sitting at the table for hours. As a child I could not leave the dinner table unless I ate all my food. I started getting smart by hiding the foods in my underwear, doors, toy box and fed it to the dogs. I sometimes had to hide from him because he would make me kneel in a corner for hours or have me sit with my thumbs sticking straight up while my back was completely straighten for hours. He would tell me if anyone asked what was wrong with me and to why I was like that to not speak because he would tell them I did something wrong so that I can get a beating. It felt like I couldn't speak for an entire year but only in school. I did not know what was going on because I did not believe an adult can fall for so many lies and not get to the bottom of me no longer speaking words. That did not make sense to me as a child. I always wanted to tell my sister or mom but everytime they called the adults would always stand by the phone to monitor our conversations. They even monitored when my mother would visit me all the way up until she left. Over the years I found a way to escape by running away to my mind. Unaware to me that I was practicing the art of meditation. I used this method so much that I developed a side where I was entering other dimensions. I taught I was just having the same dream for months where I would always start off from where I had left off the night before. Unknown to me I started accessing a higher power and knowledge. I still used this method to stay true to my human values in life & to always help find my way back to my chosen path.
One night instead of me going to the place I visited for months, I felt something heavy crawling up the bed onto my chest. The place I was going to was a cemetery with 2 trees that were dried up and scary. They were alive and would try to attack me. That night as I closed my eyes, before I can even fall asleep, I was greeted by the Devil himself as a snake. Even though my eyes was closed I saw him clear as day about to bite me. At the time I was afraid of snakes so I prayed & held my breath while praying until I passed out. I woke up the next morning to me screaming in fear. I noticed that the wooden antique bed was cracked in half & the floor was stained blood red as if it was an old deep stain that was there for 1000 years. I rubbed and rubbed to no success of removing it. My aunt quickly ran to my screams as I told them about the snake. Everyone kept asking " Are you sure that it was not a bird that got inside?" I said no, my eyes was closed but I saw it as if my eyes was open. The snake was about to bite me before I passed out from holding my breath while praying to God for help. Strangely they never asked about the bed being cracked or the deep red stain at the foot of the bed. But weirdly my pastor came by later on that same day, blessed & prayed for me. A short while after he left, my aunt said she saw a snake outside and to run as fast as I could and bring her the cutlass/ machete before it gets away. Like I had mentioned earlier I am a fast runner so a short while after I bring her the cutlass/ machete she told me that she thinks she got it, she was not sure because it slid away quickly. I never got a chance to see it. I was then sent to do my daily chores of picking up the ripe fruits that fell on the ground from all our different types of fruit tress like, mangos, plums, guavas and passion fruit and putting it into a bucket so that my aunt and grandmother can make fresh juices and jams or cakes etc. As I was walking outside the fence picking up the fruits I saw a baby snake dead in the drain with the same colors just the opposite ways. They were both red, black and white. One is supposed to be poison and one is not.
Then also, at that time I used to steal the church offerings to buy snacks. Everyone would be nice to me because they knew my life, they thought I was innocent and being one of the kids of the church, the pastor would leave me in the room with the baskets of money. Noone found out but somehow I think he knew. On my way home from school I would see a strange making coffins by pastor, since that was my past has side job. It was a regular thing to see him making call friends on my way home. no strange man that used to work with him but also stand on a corner and give me money what my pastor knowing, or so I think.
This is why today I believe it was the devil himself. Maybe from stealing from God or me traveling to places inwardly. I would steal on a daily from someone else $20 US a day which was $120 in my country. I did it for years, I would spend all the money in a day or snacks, music players and crazy things that made me happy. I would stop t Alot of stores on my walk home from home and steal from everyone. No one suspect Because they saw me as innocent. I was smart enough to avoid all cameras. I became aware from an early age that there is something going on in this world that many are not willing to talk about or fight. When spoken of, the world then labels you to be crazy or not normally forcing you to feel left out or unworthy. I promised the world at the age of 5 that I will stop your suffering and I haven't loat hope in this. The older I got, the more I realized someone has to change the world before it is too late.
From then on whenever I have questions about life, instead of turning to man himself, I turn to this hidden knowledge inside of me where I have learned a lot over the years. This hidden knowledge is inside all of us. It is up to us to figure out how to access it and reign our world. We all have our own demons to fight but it is up to us to have the knowledge we need to come out winner's in life. It is time to put a stop to the world saying we are not normal but they are. We are infact the normal one's, and the world is crazy. Those that chooses to stay in ignorance would be left behind and those that chooses to find the light and the cause of our sufferings would be the SAVED ONES. Those that listens but do not believe, support but do not understand, give but do not agree would also be saved. Those that live in total ignorance, shutting out all words and actions would be the ones that would be left behind in the end to serve us.
You see my mother's mom grew up the same way now that she is older she is bitter and racist. Growing up my oldest brother to also be racist. One time he took me for the summer, he told me not to go outside and play when the sun is out because I was getting to black. My friends was calling me to show me that they learned how to do a black flip but my brother ended up coming home from work early and caught me outside. He got so mad that be beat me with all his might using his belt. He is a body builder so you know that was the worst beating I have ever gotten in my lifetime, for being black. My mothers family is Indian so you know they own business such as bars and wearhouses but yet I have always struggled in life because of my mother's choice to love black men. My grandmother saw her very own mother being physical and emotionally abused by her own father. I even heard stories of her dad hanging her mom because she kept on making girl children and he wanted a boy so that our legacy to be passed on to him. My grandmother even thought my older brother to be racist to the point he dont like dark skinned women, nore have I even seen him dating a black women. So instead of my grandmother fighting her demons, she let them influence her to the point that this curse was passed down to my mother and her children. My grandmother spoiled all her grandkids but my mom kids which include me since we all had black fathers. With all this bad luck my family is still doing well for themselves back home, while I'm in a foreign country left fighting for myself. My sister took me to the country she lives in inorder to have a better life but we no longer speak. I told her that I was being sexually assaulted all those years when I was almost 15 years old. I told her because she was being mean to me by blaming me for past actions and constantly trying to put her hands on me without trying to see that I am not a bad person at all. Yes the older I got the more bad I had grew. From lying to fighting to bullying kids. I do not regret the things that made me a better person. My experiences is what made me a truly unique person. In my high school in Trinidad I was on my 9 suspension in only 2 years. I used to do stupid shit, like flooding the school bathroom, to making fun of teachers, to crazy glueing someone to their chair, to putting condoms and spit in a girls hair etc. I realized that I was a leader because everyone is willing to follow me, good or bad. I took advantage of my power over other's Because growing up everyone overlooked me. When I speak and join conversations, it's as if they cannot hear my world's, leaving me to watch the world go on without me. One day rhings change and ever since, wveryo wants my attention. Strangely these people are still in my life today asking for life advises. I was not kicked out of the school system because I was and still am a very smart lady but I was kicked out of the house. I had to go home else and shortly after my first high School principal and got so tired of my behavior that she lied to one of her friends and saying that I was a good kid so that way she can transferr me to her high School. It's funny because one day the new principal looked at me and she said I do not know why my friend lied to me but you're a horrible student. Don't matter how bad I had grown to be, I always passed my classes. I came to America after this girl took my head and started banging it into a wooden desk. Long story short I blacked out, everyone said I turned into hulk. No-one could contain me because of my strength, not the security guards, or principal or the hundreds of kids that was at school that day. I was told by the doctor that my strength levels measure in the high 80's, which is the strength of a man. I got up as she started running to the ground floor out of 3 floors in total. I took an iron chair while I waited for her to run into my view to throw it at her. I threw it down but missed her by an inch. I was about to jump off the second floor of the school so that I can catch up to her. Long story short she apologize but I still got suspended for it even tho it wasn't my fault. Someone told her that I said something about her mother and her mother is dead. I told her I don't know what she talking bout which was the truth. I was pretty popular in my first highschool and In the second, still so but not as much. I used my attention to follow the wrongs paths. Next thing you know I was on an airplane heading to America after one last incident because a group of men would be riding around the house trying to kidnap me, to not talk. While everything was going on It was Carnival in my country. I basically didn't want to go back home because everyone has washed their hands on me. I stayed out on the streets parting and dancing on big music trucks while drinking. I ended up being caught by someone I knew. When I first got onto the truch no1 was behind it, a short while I had alot of people following me partying with me. I ended up being pulled off the truck by the cops like 3 days later. The sister of the lady that looked after me when I was younger was the police officer that found me. The cops was looking for me. She then told her brother to take me home and instead of thim taking me home, he brought me more liquor. I dranked more and kept parting. I was so drunk drinking liquor that is 99% alcohol. Shortly after he took me to some place and tried raping me. I fought him off, kicked his penis and then ran out of his view. He was in his mid 30's at that time. I then went and kept partying to hide the big mess of a life I had. I mean what else could I have done when everyone gaved up on me. No1 believed I could have changed or have a successful future. I did all the wrongs and those that did wrong, every1 blamed me for being the leader. As a kid the adults would say no1 told her to do that but she told everyone to do what they did. I came to America and now my old ways no longer serves me. I treat others the way I would like to be treated. I found courage by holding on to hope & faith that everything has to come to an end one day. I still carried over some of my old ways into the U.S but as I am older and wiser my old ways no longer served me, if people cannot understand my past there is no need for them to be apart of my future. I have decided a long time ago to be strong enough on my own for the ones that has it worst than me. To always be grateful for the little I do have for to someone else it is a lot. To teach myself what love is and to pass it on too my fellow creatures that does not know what it feels like to be loved. To choose love over hate. Together with our own unique stories we can stand up & change our future. To separate the good from the bad & multiply the good. We will break the curses of darkness and reclaim the light. We will follow our own paths too the road of awareness and win our world back from evil. We will survive because we made it our Destinies to. As one we will get the victory we deserve. We are almost there.... To our Destinies. The world would soon bow down at our foot, giving us the victory we deserve simple because we believed in something better. And that something better we too deserves to be apart of it simply by our will to change our outcomes.
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RE the “world is crazy”… “by 1On1Wisdom”
Everyone “knows” the world is crazy (which always “conveniently” means the world/OTHER people, usually the governing authorities, are crazy but not they themselves, of course). Yet no one typically offers an good explanation why that is. Have you ever wondered WHY the world is crazy? How do you explain it intelligently? As a self-titled “1On1Wisdom” human do you have a coherent explanation for the craziness of the world that makes sense (religious fantasies are obviously excluded because they only “make sense” to fantasy lovers but never to truth-seekers)?
The WHOLE big picture (not just a part of the big picture) that makes up the human condition, that explains the craziness of the world (if you ever genuinely wondered WHY it is that the world is crazy), that describes human conduct over millennia is the hegemony of the 2 married pink elephants in the room and has never been on clearer display than with the deliberate global Covid Scam atrocity — see “The 2 Married Pink Elephants In The Historical Room –The Holocaustal Covid-19 Coronavirus Madness: A Sociological Perspective & Historical Assessment Of The Covid “Phenomenon”” …. https://www.rolf-hefti.com/covid-19-coronavirus.html
“2 weeks to flatten the curve has turned into…3 shots to feed your family!” — Unknown
““We’re all in this together” is a tribal maxim. Even there, it’s a con, because the tribal leaders use it to enforce loyalty and submission. … The unity of compliance.” — Jon Rappoport, Investigative Journalist
Hi, so I’ve came to the conclusion that the world is “crazy” because no one person is actually crazy.
Yes! I said that rite…. No, one person is actually crazy.
If you are to take a fool and compare him to an intelligent person, you will see and think that the intelligence person will have the upper had over the fool.
In the unseen world and the physical world, everything is based on our thoughts. What will we think to create, what will be our next move etc etc. In the spiritual aspect once any thoughts are created, it is in the world to last.
Don’t matter how rite or wrong one is, once in existence it becomes a life of it’s own. Meaning no one person can actually be rite or no one person can actually be wrong.
It just gives a illusion to use that we are all on different walks of life or that there is a wrong side or a bad side of life.
Nothing is truly bad until the final end of our race. Meaning as long as we have the power of our thoughts, we can shift the energy of the world. Thinking, creating and doing good to balance out the scale of life.
The world seems crazy because we are separating ourselves from each other by thinking and picking a good or bad side. We should be coming together to help teach, heal and love each other. Instead we pin point, blame or separate ourselves from one another.
The closer we are as a human race, the less crazy and better it will be for all things that already exists and to the things that will soon exists. We are capable of both good or bad and we are also all capable of choosing good.
A person only does what he or she see’s fit for themselves. Meaning a person would do anything to feel happiness or love. Even if it is at the expense of others. It’s enough joy and happiness in the world for all so that one can stop doing wrong or having to be forced into doing wrong for a feeling of gratification.
When we are apart, we are being stingy and dividing everything amounts ourselves. Including keeping our love or happiness only exclusive to us instead of sharing it with others. When we are together, we can better share our love and happiness to those that do not have it, that way no one would feel the need to do wrong.
With great work and determination, we will sooner than later be a normal world over a crazy one.
It’s more than just feeling like the opposite gender, such as a girl preferring toy guns over dolls. It’s having the brain of the other gender. This girl who grows up knows she’s a male. Her whole thinking pattern is male.. She loves a woman the way that a man does as opposed lesbianism. Shes not a tomboy who just grows out of it
What one feel is what one begins to think and what one begins to think is what one begins to feel. One does not stand alone.
To begin to think of something other than what one truly is, is a form of mental illness, depression or improper guidance. The mind can easily be led a stray this is why we also have feelings which is supposed to indicate to the mind if one is on the wrong path. Some do not know how to use this guidance.
If one cannot distinguish the difference of what they feel and think it is because it knows no better. This is why it is important to adapt in being able to retrain the mind if it goes off course so that one can begin to feel what they think and to think what they feel.
To feel and think one way and to know that it is not that way and to stay that way is a form of not knowing how to advance and a form of not knowing how to properly tame the mind of what it should be instead of letting it run freely in the wrong direction. So if proper work is not done on the mind the thinking processed will always be rewired, which does not make it write or wrong.
What makes it wrong is that some put in work to grown into what they should be and some just accepts their thinking without putting in work to change but instead to stay the same. The ones that puts in work like me are discredited by people like you based on your comment that it’s not just based on feelings like how I chose you guys over dolls etc etc. And that it’s their whole thinking pattern. Apparently you didn’t tie in that actions is a must over preference. Like how I acted like a boy also. To act like a boy is to think like a boy. So not sure why Yu think this post is about my feelings ans not also my thinking. Thinking and feelings are together. None stands without the other.
I marvel at the studies done where very young children who are just being themselves and put in a room with certain toys. How there is one child in this group that gravitates to the opposite side of the room where the opposite gender is playing and this one child (female) prefers the trucks over dolls. Later in life they are diagnosed as transgender
Yes, they are diagnosed as transgenders Bec they didn’t realized that they were supposed to balance the boy girl feeling and thinking, instead of running with what they think.
If one is a certain sex but is drawn to another, they have to balance their thinking into learning and growing into what they should be or what they do not know how to be.
It’s about learning how to feel and think balanced inside one body with masculine and feminine traits that overpowers the other and not trying to over power oneself or body by choosing the opposite sex.
Some do not know that they are supposed to fight this feeling or thinking of imbalance Bec it is the only thinking they know. Because of this to some it is normal. Hopefully one day, people outside of the transgender community will see that, this is not properly being looked into and that proper training and growing of the mind is important to treat this way of thinking and or feeling/ condition in the transgender community.
One cannot learn or know how to feel or think without proper guidelines of knowing how to fight and tame these urges. If one do not know the urges or supposed to be fought then it becomes a condition of being normal.
To the ones that are not transgender, they will not know how to properly help people with this condition, thinking it is normal and guiding one to believe they are indeed in the wrong body instead of teaching them how to grow into what they do not yet think and or feel.
Everything begins in the brain. What you think you are is what you begin to feel and do. Thinking what one is and doing, are connected to the brain. This is why one has to learn and think his way out into matching the body. A brain is a brain. No one has a different brain.
There are no such thing as a male brain or a female brain other than the difference of size and or shape . The brains are wired differently in to how one thinks, feels and or acts giving the illusion that men and women have different brains. The brain is not connected to sexual identity. The brain is connected to the entire body. Sometimes not matching the identity of the body, which creates the in-between genders.
I’ve contradicted myself in saying that the brain is not connected to sexuality bec you said that sexual identity begins in the brain and that is true. Which means that your brain has to have thought of the sex of the body while creating the sexual identity. Which means that the brain already identified the sexually identity before the organism was created or while in process… so then why did the brain switch sexual identity after it was created?….. My guess, confusion and mis guidance or not knowing how to balance the brain which is still proving my side.
The Awakening State 
RE the “world is crazy”… “by 1On1Wisdom”
Everyone “knows” the world is crazy (which always “conveniently” means the world/OTHER people, usually the governing authorities, are crazy but not they themselves, of course). Yet no one typically offers an good explanation why that is. Have you ever wondered WHY the world is crazy? How do you explain it intelligently? As a self-titled “1On1Wisdom” human do you have a coherent explanation for the craziness of the world that makes sense (religious fantasies are obviously excluded because they only “make sense” to fantasy lovers but never to truth-seekers)?
The WHOLE big picture (not just a part of the big picture) that makes up the human condition, that explains the craziness of the world (if you ever genuinely wondered WHY it is that the world is crazy), that describes human conduct over millennia is the hegemony of the 2 married pink elephants in the room and has never been on clearer display than with the deliberate global Covid Scam atrocity — see “The 2 Married Pink Elephants In The Historical Room –The Holocaustal Covid-19 Coronavirus Madness: A Sociological Perspective & Historical Assessment Of The Covid “Phenomenon”” …. https://www.rolf-hefti.com/covid-19-coronavirus.html
“2 weeks to flatten the curve has turned into…3 shots to feed your family!” — Unknown
““We’re all in this together” is a tribal maxim. Even there, it’s a con, because the tribal leaders use it to enforce loyalty and submission. … The unity of compliance.” — Jon Rappoport, Investigative Journalist
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Hi, so I’ve came to the conclusion that the world is “crazy” because no one person is actually crazy.
Yes! I said that rite…. No, one person is actually crazy.
If you are to take a fool and compare him to an intelligent person, you will see and think that the intelligence person will have the upper had over the fool.
In the unseen world and the physical world, everything is based on our thoughts. What will we think to create, what will be our next move etc etc. In the spiritual aspect once any thoughts are created, it is in the world to last.
Don’t matter how rite or wrong one is, once in existence it becomes a life of it’s own. Meaning no one person can actually be rite or no one person can actually be wrong.
It just gives a illusion to use that we are all on different walks of life or that there is a wrong side or a bad side of life.
Nothing is truly bad until the final end of our race. Meaning as long as we have the power of our thoughts, we can shift the energy of the world. Thinking, creating and doing good to balance out the scale of life.
The world seems crazy because we are separating ourselves from each other by thinking and picking a good or bad side. We should be coming together to help teach, heal and love each other. Instead we pin point, blame or separate ourselves from one another.
The closer we are as a human race, the less crazy and better it will be for all things that already exists and to the things that will soon exists. We are capable of both good or bad and we are also all capable of choosing good.
A person only does what he or she see’s fit for themselves. Meaning a person would do anything to feel happiness or love. Even if it is at the expense of others. It’s enough joy and happiness in the world for all so that one can stop doing wrong or having to be forced into doing wrong for a feeling of gratification.
When we are apart, we are being stingy and dividing everything amounts ourselves. Including keeping our love or happiness only exclusive to us instead of sharing it with others. When we are together, we can better share our love and happiness to those that do not have it, that way no one would feel the need to do wrong.
With great work and determination, we will sooner than later be a normal world over a crazy one.
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It’s more than just feeling like the opposite gender, such as a girl preferring toy guns over dolls. It’s having the brain of the other gender. This girl who grows up knows she’s a male. Her whole thinking pattern is male.. She loves a woman the way that a man does as opposed lesbianism. Shes not a tomboy who just grows out of it
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What one feel is what one begins to think and what one begins to think is what one begins to feel. One does not stand alone.
To begin to think of something other than what one truly is, is a form of mental illness, depression or improper guidance. The mind can easily be led a stray this is why we also have feelings which is supposed to indicate to the mind if one is on the wrong path. Some do not know how to use this guidance.
If one cannot distinguish the difference of what they feel and think it is because it knows no better. This is why it is important to adapt in being able to retrain the mind if it goes off course so that one can begin to feel what they think and to think what they feel.
To feel and think one way and to know that it is not that way and to stay that way is a form of not knowing how to advance and a form of not knowing how to properly tame the mind of what it should be instead of letting it run freely in the wrong direction. So if proper work is not done on the mind the thinking processed will always be rewired, which does not make it write or wrong.
What makes it wrong is that some put in work to grown into what they should be and some just accepts their thinking without putting in work to change but instead to stay the same. The ones that puts in work like me are discredited by people like you based on your comment that it’s not just based on feelings like how I chose you guys over dolls etc etc. And that it’s their whole thinking pattern. Apparently you didn’t tie in that actions is a must over preference. Like how I acted like a boy also. To act like a boy is to think like a boy. So not sure why Yu think this post is about my feelings ans not also my thinking. Thinking and feelings are together. None stands without the other.
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I marvel at the studies done where very young children who are just being themselves and put in a room with certain toys. How there is one child in this group that gravitates to the opposite side of the room where the opposite gender is playing and this one child (female) prefers the trucks over dolls. Later in life they are diagnosed as transgender
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Yes, they are diagnosed as transgenders Bec they didn’t realized that they were supposed to balance the boy girl feeling and thinking, instead of running with what they think.
If one is a certain sex but is drawn to another, they have to balance their thinking into learning and growing into what they should be or what they do not know how to be.
It’s about learning how to feel and think balanced inside one body with masculine and feminine traits that overpowers the other and not trying to over power oneself or body by choosing the opposite sex.
Some do not know that they are supposed to fight this feeling or thinking of imbalance Bec it is the only thinking they know. Because of this to some it is normal. Hopefully one day, people outside of the transgender community will see that, this is not properly being looked into and that proper training and growing of the mind is important to treat this way of thinking and or feeling/ condition in the transgender community.
One cannot learn or know how to feel or think without proper guidelines of knowing how to fight and tame these urges. If one do not know the urges or supposed to be fought then it becomes a condition of being normal.
To the ones that are not transgender, they will not know how to properly help people with this condition, thinking it is normal and guiding one to believe they are indeed in the wrong body instead of teaching them how to grow into what they do not yet think and or feel.
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Sexual identity begins with the brain. Men and women have different brains . I used to work with transgender people
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Everything begins in the brain. What you think you are is what you begin to feel and do. Thinking what one is and doing, are connected to the brain. This is why one has to learn and think his way out into matching the body. A brain is a brain. No one has a different brain.
There are no such thing as a male brain or a female brain other than the difference of size and or shape . The brains are wired differently in to how one thinks, feels and or acts giving the illusion that men and women have different brains. The brain is not connected to sexual identity. The brain is connected to the entire body. Sometimes not matching the identity of the body, which creates the in-between genders.
I’ve contradicted myself in saying that the brain is not connected to sexuality bec you said that sexual identity begins in the brain and that is true. Which means that your brain has to have thought of the sex of the body while creating the sexual identity. Which means that the brain already identified the sexually identity before the organism was created or while in process… so then why did the brain switch sexual identity after it was created?….. My guess, confusion and mis guidance or not knowing how to balance the brain which is still proving my side.
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Interested in more information. How can I contact you?
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Thanx so much for helping me.
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