RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.
When I was at one of my lowest (mental) points in life, I couldn’t get out of bed some days. I had no energy or motivation and was barely getting by.
I had therapy once per week, and on this particular week, I didn’t have much to ‘bring’ to the session. He asked how my week was and I really had nothing to say.
“What are you struggling with?” he asked.
I gestured around me and said “I dunno man. Life.”
Not satisfied with my answer, he said “No, what exactly are you worried about right now? What feels overwhelming? When you go home after this session, what issue will be staring at you?”
I knew the answer, but it was so ridiculous that I didn’t want to say it. I wanted to have something more substantial. Something more profound. But I didn’t. So I told him,
“Honestly? The dishes. It’s stupid, I know, but the more I look at them the more I CAN’T do them because I’ll have to scrub them before I put them in the dishwasher, because the dishwasher sucks, and I just can’t stand and scrub the dishes.”
I felt like an idiot even saying it. What kind of grown woman is undone by a stack of dishes? There are people out there with actual problems, and I’m whining to my therapist about dishes? But my therapist nodded in understanding and then said:
“RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.”
I began to tell him that you’re not supposed to, but he stopped me.
“Why the hell aren’t you supposed to? If you don’t want to scrub the dishes and your dishwasher sucks, run it twice. Run it three times, who cares? Rules do not exist, so stop giving yourself rules.”
It blew my mind in a way that I don’t think I can properly express.
That day, I went home and tossed my smelly dishes haphazardly into the dishwasher and ran it three times. I felt like I had conquered a dragon. The next day, I took a shower lying down. A few days later. I folded my laundry and put them wherever they fit. There were no longer arbitrary rules I had to follow, and it gave me the freedom to make accomplishments again.
Now that I’m in a healthier place, I rinse off my dishes and put them in the dishwasher properly. I shower standing up. I sort my laundry. But at a time when living was a struggle instead of a blessing, I learned an incredibly important lesson:
THERE ARE NO RULES. RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE!
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Charlemagne, genetic splicing, blue balls, Mount Hermon, and s*x with fallen angels. Hitler himself seems secondary to the occult's Hitler Project.
One of the wilder things I've looked into, this one has 4 way sex with fallen angels, including hitler, genetic blue balls transported to every portal known to deposit genetic material into them, and names the entire purpose of the concentration camps as a giant blood sacrifice to open a portal on Mount Hermon. 👀🥺
Happy Testimony Tuesday my dear friends! Its been a little over a month since I've posted, but we made it through the Holidays! Whew 🥴. I have learned so much about myself and extreme emotions during this time. We assume the Holidays are the "most wonderful time of the year" but they also bring a lot of BIG FEELINGS to some of us.
Today marks 270 days alcohal free, 160 days Cigarette free, and let me go ahead and confess aloud, and 74 days THC free. The only thing I do now is a nicotine mouth pouch 2-3 times a day so not really that heavy there either. God is so good!! He has taken me from a filthy wretch and has refind me and cleaned me up so well, its unbelievable.
It hasnt been easy though. When I first quit my vices, there was a pure RAGE. I was so mad at everything. Noises, people, traffic, my kids, every little thing was setting me off. I know you all think I am a lovely peach, but my defualt emotion has always been anger. At work, I "mask" and come off sweet and positive and helpful. I often wonder is this the real me, or is the home the real me? The home is cranky, assertive, demanding and argumentative. Perhaps this is a learned behavior as my home life was never the safe place and work maybe was an escape for me. I dont know, Im still learning and a work in progress.
Going through the detox, I reached out to the life coach I was working with and he reminded me, this is the first time I am "feeling" my emotions. And you know what, he was right. I have been smoking and drinking since I was 14. Its aweful to say but the streets really raised me. You had to kind of be 'bad' to survive. If I would have felt everything I was actually going through, perhaps I wouldnt have survived. Thats God's kind of grace in my life. He allowed me those vices to survive, and then when it no longer served me, he took them away. I am the most physically and mentally healthy as I have ever been in my WHOLE LIFE.
Then I read how Jesus was offered something to 'numb his pain' during the cross, and he rejected it. He wanted to feel the suffering and be the perfect sacrifice. That really made me emotional to know our God, who was made flesh, FELT every pain we could go through and he chose to do so with Love. A true love for his children.
"The gospel of Mark describes what Jesus had to endure, “And they brought him to the place called Golgotha (which means Place of a Skull). And they offered him wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take it. And they crucified him and divided his garments among them, casting lots for them, to decide what each should take” (Mark 15:22-24 ESV throughout).
According to ancient Hebrew custom based on Proverbs 31:6-7, honorable women of Jerusalem would attend executions to provide support to the condemned. The women would administer them wine mixed with myrrh, or wine mixed with gall (Matthew 27:33-35) as a way to deaden or numb the senses from the pain of the cross. The mixture was also a natural sedative, putting those who took it to sleep.
Jesus refused to take it, “And they offered him wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take it” (Mark 15:23). Jesus refused because he wanted to experience every single moment appointed to him by the Father (Matthew 26:39) in order to remain the perfect sacrifice for sin (Ephesians 5:2)." -https://lookingtogod.org/2018/03/26/what-did-jesus-drink-while-dying-on-the-cross/
Isnt that such a perfect example on how we need to just feel this life and get through it?!
After the inital detox and trying to feel my true emotions, I am learning to be gental with myself and notice my "small wins." The other day, I rewatched a movie from 10 years ago. I know I've seen it before but I didnt remember a lot of the story as I watched it. I thought to myself "this is probably the first time you have watched a movie without being drunk or high" and I smiled to myself on the couch. I was home alone, but I felt so close to God. I love Jesus/ God so much. I see him in little tiny details of my life daily. Its pretty intamate and incedible to be loved by God.
I hope you give yourself grace and gentleness this week, and lean into the arms of God. He loves you so much and I love you too! 💗 Ally.
Hello, my friends! Welcome to this week's episode of Testimony Tuesday. This week, I had a really crazy dream. It got me thinking about the spirit realm and how we are communicated to within our dreams. For a long time, I didn't have any dreams because I was numb from drinking, and I would just pass out. Now, after having this dream, I'm not sure if it is a good or bad thing that I am having dreams again. Daniel 4:5 ESV "Helpful Not HelpfulI saw a dream that made me afraid. As I lay in bed, the fancies and the visions of my head alarmed me."
In my dream, it was almost like an anime cartoon, in which I was first introduced to friendly faces that turned into ominous spirits. At each interaction, the smiling faces would morph into deminoic smiles and challenge me.
Do you remember this new "disorder" where people would see faces morph into Demon faces? It was just like that! https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/health/2024/03/28/demon-face-syndrome-patient-victor-sharrah/73089955007/ Now of course they would classify this as a disorder rather that what it truly is: some of us can see the veil slipping.

Anyhow, what I can remember most is the last "boss" slamming her hand down and saying, "You are a gateway!" and then I woke up in a cold sweat. A gateway, what does that mean? And why are spirits attacking me in the spirit realm?! When I research the word Gateway, this is what it says: Gateways are similar to doorways, with the obvious difference being the gate that you open to pass through, rather than a door. You can also use this word in a figurative way, to mean "entrance," or "means of access."
A means of access?? Now this is interesting... access to what? Access to the Lord, our Father? Access to souls in the human realm? Oh, how my wheels are spinning. For a dream to stick with me all week, I think there is much more meaning behind this dream and what the spirits were trying to access. Luckily for me, the Lord goes before me and fights my battles. Deuteronomy 1:30 The LORD your God is going ahead of you. He will fight for you, just as you saw him do in Egypt.
Just as he did in Egypt! So many fallen beings, false gods, big personalities who thought they were most high. Of course, they want access to God, for they can no longer access him at all. What a privilege it is to serve Jesus Christ, God the most high, that I never have to worry about these beings trying to access him through me!
Of course, I don't know if this is what the dream means, and I am just trying to tie the context together, as that is how the Lord built me to operate. All I do know is God wins. I want to challenge you all to be open to God speaking to us in our dreams, and on the same road, Demons will also try to influence or speak to us in our dreams. Be vigilant, my friends, and bring EVERYTHING to God who will tell you the truth behind the lies!
Be blessed this week, my friends, and keep me in prayer, as I will keep you in mine!