A Card for the Collective 💛

Many people sharing that they woke up around 4am this morning. I'm hearing a clearing energy came through. This can feel different to everyone as we all process energy differently. It brought a wave of thought loops to release for me, which dissipated quickly when I looked to my teacher for guidance.

This card is so appropriate for these energies. Giving ourselves grace has come up a few times recently. This ascension process is rough! If you're being hard on yourself, Angels say stop the self smack talk! You're doing it - you're present and evolving and that is what is required - what it looks like is not ever judged. Angels are saying to reach out - ask for help - it's ok to express whatever it is you're feeling. We are not meant to do this alone. Make a call, send a message, hug a friend. Unity - we are ONE.

I love you all so much!
💛 Bobby

Interesting sync - more clouds. New clouds? Lol

Apparently, we have now discovered 12 new natural cloud types, which were previously unknown.

I wonder where have they been hiding the last few decades..

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What are your feelings on this? What are star explosions in reality?

“Scientists have announced that a dim star in a constellation easily visible after dark from the Northern Hemisphere may be on the verge of exploding, as reported by Forbes.

The binary star system, called T Corona Borealis (TCrB), dramatically brightens approximately every 80 years and was last observed doing so in 1946, then in 1866 and 1787, making it a once-in-a-lifetime event.

The event is expected to erupt on Thursday, March 27, 2025, after which it’s predicted to become visible to the naked eye for a few nights. “

Another Royal Earth Angel has transitioned over to the other side. Bless up Tucker's Dad. Wow what an honor to have read your life story full of tenacity and love ❤️

Obituary for my father.

Richard Warner Carlson died at 84 on March 24, 2025 at home in Boca Grande, Florida after six weeks of illness. He refused all painkillers to the end and left this world with dignity and clarity, holding the hands of his children with his dogs at his feet.

He was born February 10, 1941 at Massachusetts General Hospital to a 15-year-old Swedish-speaking girl and placed in the Home for Little Wanderers in Boston, where he developed rickets from malnutrition. His legs were bent for the rest of his life. After years in foster homes, he was placed with the Carlson family in Norwood, Mass. His adoptive father, a tannery manager, died when he was 12 and he stopped attending school regularly. At 17, he was jailed for car theft, thrown out of high school for the second time, and enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps.

In 1962, in search of adventure, he drove to California. He spent a year as a merchant seaman on the SS Washington Bear, transporting cargo to ports in the Orient, and then became a reporter. Over the next decade, he was a copy boy at the LA Times, a wire service reporter for UPI and an investigative reporter and anchor for ABC News, covering the upheaval of the period. He knew virtually every compelling figure of the time, including Jim Jones, Patty Hearst, Eric Hoffer, Jerry Garcia, as well as Mafia leaders and members of the Manson Family. In 1965, he was badly injured reporting from the Watts riots in Los Angeles.

By 1975, he was married with two small boys, when his wife departed for Europe and didn’t return. He threw himself into raising his boys, whom he often brought with him on reporting trips. At home, he educated them during three-hour dinners on topics that ranged from the French Revolution to Bolshevik Russia, PG Wodehouse, the history of the American Indian and, always, the eternal and unchanging nature of people. He was a free thinker and a compulsive book reader, including at red lights. He left a library of thousands of books, most dog-eared and filled with marginalia. His reading and life experiences convinced him that God is real. He had an outlaw spirit tempered by decency.

In 1979, he married the love of his life, Patricia Swanson. They were together for 44 years, all of them happy. She died sixteen months before he did and he mourned her every day.

In 1985, he moved to Washington to work for the Reagan Administration. He spent five years as the director of the Voice of America, and then moved to the Seychelles as the US ambassador. In 1992, he became the CEO of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, and later ran a division of King World television.

The last 25 years of his life were spent in work whose details were never completely clear to his family, but that was clearly interesting. He worked in dozens of countries and breakaway republics around the world, and was involved in countless intrigues. He knew a number of colorful national leaders, including Rafic Hariri of Lebanon, Aslan Abashidze of Adjara, Mobutu Sese Seko of Zaire, and whomever runs Somaliland. He was a fundamentally nonjudgmental person who was impossible to shock, and he described them all with amused affection.

He spoke to his sons every day and had lunch with them once a week for thirty years at the Metropolitan Club in Washington, always prefaced by a dice game. Throughout his life he fervently loved dogs.

Richard W. Carlson is survived by his sons, Tucker and Buckley, his beloved daughter-in-law Susie, and five grandchildren. He was the toughest human being anyone in his family ever knew, and also the kindest and most loyal. RIP.

-TC