Screaming words similar to: “hatred, stupids, ignorant, and imbeciles“ spewing from both sides is utterly unbelievable and truly sad. Stop it! Please! Stop ✋ if you believe in god then do it for god. Hold your tongue. Breathe, and let them pass in love (with you) and living a good loving life. Let’s not provoke or tempt anyone. It’s not right.
I have to remind myself too. Love bonnie, love 💕
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1 Samuel 8
The people (Israelites) demand there be a king.
Humans want/need to place someone in charge. They have an innate want/need to elevate someone, to admire someone and to follow someone. We are like the mammals on earth. We think lowly and have not risen to the place needed for progression beyond mammals.
I believe this is part of the animal nature within humans and is not the best for the earth. But… humans aren’t there. We haven’t risen to the place of where, no kingships are needed. History proves this over and over again.
The Neanderthal gene 🧬 is continuing to influence our human thinking. We think and behave like animals. We don’t take care of anything such as our planet. We admire wrong things on earth or the things that tear the earths gifts away such as oxygen. We love looking up to those (any of those) who are willing to be scrutinized by others. We are selfish and the Roman Colosseum truly isn’t that distant from our past.
Welcome! On the bottom of my blog is a link to the radio program.
I want to thank Nori, Aage, and Tom who were the radio panel of hosts. You three were kind, supportive and wonderfully interested.
Thank you!
I noticed, on YouTube, that 179 people have viewed the radio program (that I gave my experience in heaven). And… out of 179 views only 20 have liked it.
I have been told by family that my NDE changed me. I have more confidence now. Others have complimented me and asked me to defend them as an attorney (lol. What a wonderful compliment). I have not watched it as I will pick myself apart and one day, I will.
Well this made me curious and doubtful about myself When I saw the lack of likes. I asked, what is wrong.
Then I remembered that my death experience was not about any religious experience on earth. And because it is not of any beliefs, it leaves one with a walking away, scratching the head. Yep.
This scares people.
For your fears, I am sorry that you have this element of knowledge within (programed) you. I once had that too. I remember.
But know, as I said in the beginning of the radio program… this is… “My experience. It’s mine and not yours”.
So… no fears. Okay?
So here’s the link to the radio program. My date was on May 15, 2019 should this link not take you to my interview.
Thank you for visiting!
By Bonnie Jennings
Within 150,000 words weaves a story involving an edgy woman who is either psychotic or is as the townsfolk believe eldritch. They, in Glory Town, a charming picture-perfect town, nestled in The Appalachians, call her a witch. For Cat Dubois, decades passed and she becomes more isolated from her accusers. Jealousy and scorn for a child who was fey with sapience, the community of pretentious righteous, mocked her. The quaint town was not so “charming” after all and quickly ran sinners away. While alone for years, Cat began to see and hear voices. Visitors seldom came; however, her lonesome manor was haunted. However, little Cat prayed a prayer when only a child. That prayer was answered when she turned forty-five. An angel or fairy godmother named Eleanor came riding on the wind. Traveling with Eleanor was Tadhg, who was of the same order and virtue, and a little black dog named, Lovey.
“A scream was heard that summer day. A four-year-old little Catherine moaned into the mystical wind. She told the wind to find Thomas. Bellowing, into the breeze, her little heart begged, with vigorous might. The current carried her voice. It never ceased, until one day, “I heard it,” and that was when, Eleanor came riding in on the wind.”
The model in the photo is my daughter, the photographer was my son, and the digital artist is my dear friend Ky Mason. The picture has a copyright so I ask you, please don’t use it as it might be the cover of my novel … Thank you… All Rights Reserved
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🏆🥇 First Place Gold Winner Is …
All I Have to GiveBy DL Mullan
I listen to the whispers of the windin hopes to catch the sound of youmy sorrow is all I have to givebecause there is nothing I can doI am not complete; I am not wholewhat I would ask is for solaceto lighten the load of my soulbut I find no peace in this silenceI am breaking now into piecesa fallen jig saw puzzle reordered into chaosI fit. I place. I try and try to seizea memory that will comfort meAll I have to give seems insufficientto the weight of my terrible griefmaybe if your voice guided my handI could put myself back together again
🜛🥈 Silver Place Winner
~~~ ABOUT MY MUM ~~~By, Charlotte Rains
I want to begin my story with just a simple lineTo begin again to tell a tale of a different place and timeA time when I was just a lass with curls and a pretty dressBringing smiles and laughter too and a lot of happinessI often sought to please my mum and have her sing a songA happy tune with words I knew so I could sing alongI sought her often to tell me tales of back when she was smallBut often got a fairy tale…but I enjoyed them allShe’d tuck me in with kisses and hugs after the tale was readI’d call her back for one more hug before she went to bedOnce I asked about my da but it seemed to make her sadI saw a tear fall from her eye and thought that I’d been badBut then she hugged me extra tight and whispered in my earThat everything she could ever want was in her arms right hereWe smiled and laughed and I fell asleep knowing I was lovedAnd even now my children know she watches from above
There is a tie for The Bronze place.
The next two poems were recognized by two different judges and were their first place winners.
> > And The 𐂚 🥉Bronze Place medal goes to…TWO POETS and they are…Drum roll please…. !
𐂚🥉Written by Jelly Beer
Books scattered on the sand, pages leafed through and tattered, possibly for research, an antique Smith-Corona left on the table maybe in haste by the author seeking inspiration from his surroundings to pen a longed-for best seller for himself and the masses.Writer’s block had reared its ugly head! Thoughts and ideas were dead inside him. He needed to breathe again and clear out the cobwebs clouding his brain.It’s happened before. He knew there’s one more book inside him. He was instinctive. He’ll find his way back to the table ~ and type!
And the second Bronze Winner is …..
𐂚🥉
Catalyst
by Gina Hirsch
I have come too close to the flames to ever want to miss out on the burn.I’ve lingered so long next to the night, I hate when it is the days turn.The day comes beckoning underneath an angry sky. Clouds dance marvelously as the moon steps in to eclipse them all.I miss the blue heat. The wind that slowly tries to snuff it out. I loved and longed beyond all hope to tempt it all back to my claim. A rushing rapture of love.A course of venom from a lovers lips; who’s tongue is the only antidote. Who’s touch is my religion. Who’s arms and shoulders my only sanctuary.But the day took over the night.And passion and kisses and antidotes to hearts gilded wishes have all passed away.All that is left here is old ghosts and former images that fail to fade.Phantom shadows of the lover who never comes to stoke the flames. The Honorable Mentions are those poems that were the judges high ranking choices and they are as follows…
🏆Morning Jennie,By Dwayne Leon Rankin
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Also highly mentioned… Thank you Linda 💐 Epitaph
“You’re killing me….”Words I hung in the air,a prophecy that resonates through sleepless nightsMy heart said goodbye to itselfthat chilling evening in early AugustHow sacred the secret treasure of a wife and mother,how broken the memories,how haunting the path not taken
The next poem is by my dear friend Karen Boorman
Thank you Karen this reads like Robert Frost 🌺
She moved.She swayed in time to the cadenceand beat of the rhythmsdrumming in her heart.Innocence was hers.As was beauty.Timeless, eternal, infinite.None dared question.Absorbed as she was, she noticed nothingbut the internal symphony,the music that swayedand moved her eternally.The swell, the growth, the burgeoning,bursting and erupting explosions convulsedshook and shattered the firmaments asunder.In her splendour she bathedin the newness of birth.A new day.A new dawn.A new beginning.She smiled.It was wondrous..Thank you Soul Gifts 🌹 Thank you Soulece
Stroke me my love
Let your nimble
Talented fingers
Play my body
Like a piano
Each caress
Igniting me
The instrument of your passion
Sending arpeggios of desire
Down my spine
Let us complete
This musical masterpiece
And write another tomorrow
Thank you Jason…
Throughout life people experience both pain and suffering
Though getting through these things are pretty complicated
First you must learn to love and believe in yourself
Then, and only then, will you be able to numb the pain
This world is full of death and sorrowIt is filled with hate like no tomorrow
There still is hope for things to get better
Things are closer than they seem to appear
There’s really no need for fearGod wouldn’t put us into situations we can’t handle
This is why things always get betterAs long as you can try to remember
There is no reason to surrender
I loved this one Jason….❤️ Thank you, Jony
yle=”color: #9497f2″>with harsh unspoken words.Your skin looks raw
and your eyes show no feelings.
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d walls echoing promises,
Dust piled up on hope.
You promised me the sky
and turned it into a ceiling.
Thank you, Susan… Oh how I relate!
le=”color: #9497f2″>The memory of that belief
I’m still in love with the you
I thought I knew
I despise the real you
I thought I’d found something rare
But you were just a player with flair
I will be okay
there will be a day
that false memory fades away
Now my dear poetry friends these poems were HIGH ranking; however, they went over 22 lines and in the rules it stated no more than 22…. But they must be read by everyone because they too are phenomenal …
🎖VOICE IN THE WIND
When the Wind begins to call you,
You will hear his voice and follow.
Listen and know, it’s the song of you soul.
Friendship is the bread of angels,
Gifts of life meant to remind you
Which way to go, His love makes you whole.
The Father is calling,
He’ll kept you from falling
Creation rejoices today.
The song He is singing
New life His bringing
Whispering Jesus the way
Home to His heart of love.
When the Wind begins to call you,
You will hear His voice and follow.
Listen and know, it’s the song of your soul.
Friendship is the bread of angels
Gifts of life meant to remind you
Which way to go, His love makes you whole.
This message descending
Of love never ending,
A river of Life from the Throne.
Grace that is waking,
You’ll Bend without breaking
With Jesus you’re never alone.
Enter His heart of love.
Beautiful Cris 🌹
By Anne Stockstill
When you touched my hand
And your lips caressed mine,
Were you thinking of me?
When you danced holding me close,
Your breathe on my cheek
Whispering sweet nothings,
Were you thinking of me?
When the lights were low,
Soft, romantic music playing
As you lay close to me,
Where you thinking of me?
When we talked about travel
And made future plans,
Where you thinking of me?
When foreign shores beckoned you,
French wine, fine cuisine served on a terrace,
Overlooking the Eifel Tower and sparkling lights of Paris,
Were you thinking of her?
When you traveled to Rome, Istanbul and St Petersburg,
Changing the look of your face,
Drinking Russian vodka, long white nights,
Were you thinking of her?
Laying on white Dominican beaches,
Playing in the foaming surf,
Where your phone service never worked,
Were you thinking of her?
Did you look into her eyes and repeat unholy vows,
To love and cherish until death,
When the church bells tolled,
Did you really believe the lies you told,
As you married her while you were married to me?
I am something much more
Than what you have in your mind
I am much more than a body
I am much more than a kiss
I am something much more than the breast and
all the rest
I have a heart ,
A mind,A soul,I am not just this body
These lips,
These curves,
I am much more than these
You keep rolling your eyes
Up and down
Seeking to get into
Inch by inch
Into my skin
Making me feel naked even
I have dozen of clothe on my body
still naked i m
I am something much more
Than thisI don’t need you
Your appreciation
You are also one of them
I am much more than
What you think,
Much more than
You can ever imagine
your thinking is limited to this
and I am something beyond this
I am something much more.
By- alostwriter(sy)you can find me @alostwriter
Thank you ✍🏻
I want to thank all of you for your entries. It takes bravery to lay your heart out for the world to read. Well-done and congrats to all of you and our mystery judges too!
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I love children’s poems. This is one of my favorites: Please, share one of your favorites. Over The River and Through The woods
There is a road we choose to take
There are several before us
The one we choose becomes our fate
The others we could have meandered
~ There Is A Road by Bonnie Jennings ©2010 FS All Rights Reserved
It wasn’t until I arrived home inside this body on Earth, that I realized I chattered all the time (up) there.
Why did I chatter?
Nervous, I guess. It was different there, from everything I had heard, and parts were dark, parts were gigantic (the universe), and parts were isolated and lonely. no one met me, but these beings who were not human.
Recalling my time (no such thing s a timeline there) or period spent with non-earth beings, I talked to them, all the time. I had questions, I had loneliness, I had the need to be loved and accepted, I felt singled out and scared that I wasn’t saying the right thing, that I wasn’t being heard, and that I wasn’t in the right place (not like heaven or hell” but truly landed “there, wherever “there” is.” It felt like the tunnels at Disney Parks where the employees pass underground while working. The beings looked at me with huge mysterious eyes, just like alien 👽 eyes.
They inspected my non physical body and my mind. They did not speak using their mouths or voices. Their communication was mind to mind. I picked it up, though I wasn’t necessarily fast in learning. But… I did learn and I held the information well. I applied what I learned. And, I know they were pleased with me because of my abilities to learn.
But, back to the chattering, and this is important, because I often think about this happening, and there are always new understandings about what transpired and why and how… etc.
I noted they didn’t participate in chattering and as I asked my many questions, such as, “why didn’t I have tunnels, lights and angels? Wasn’t I good enough?” They never answered me. In fact, I answered myself and thought they responded. They did not, but they allowed me to think that or think anything that I wanted. They changed non of my questions, nor gave me the answers… why? Well, the answer came much later. The reason they did not respond is because we are in our lives to figure out things alone. Why? Because when we learn it this way, it’s faster, more effective, and our beliefs and knowledge are stronger. They do not interfere for these reasons. And, they are strong, and won’t break the rules.
Now, please know, I had my guide, whom I drew an image of, and he/she (gender unknown), was always supportive and caring, but NEVER gave me an answer, nor told me how to do life. Nope. With the beings eyes, I could sense that I was/am on track with my life and progression.
The chattering is a first dimensional conversation that is formed by nervousness an anxiety. Often, the one ,uttering the words is unaware of their ramblings. It is useless communication except it relieves stress. It might create more anxieties. But, it is the utterances of someone who is experiencing unfamiliar territories, especially in the afterlife.
My image that I drew post NDE, 2.8.2019
BoJenn
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The Linden Tree, tilia tomentosa or “The Silver Linden.”
It is an extremely valuable tree. It is gorgeous also.
It is a nervine that relaxes tension and blood pressure because of the relaxation it can cause.
Headache relief
Tastes good
No known warnings
It is classified as cooling, drying and relaxing
It’s properties: antispasmodic, hypotension, nervine, relaxant, anti insomniac
It is used in gemmotheray
Seizure relaxers and epilepsy
Stabilizes of equilibrium
Draws out heavy metals from the nerves
MS, and ALS
For brain and gut
Parkinson’s Disease
It is a seductive
For Ulcers with nerve damage helps us to know our higher power
Helps forgivenesses
Helps faithful trust in life
Increases compassion causes us to think before judging
Helps us to see others burdens
I think the world needs this one herbal tree.
This is a valuable tree
Standard infusion 8oz 4-6 times a day
The tincture from leaves made with vodka
1-2 0.5 teaspoons to full 4-6 times a day
My notes from class, BoJenn
2020
The subject of the ages, two thousand years each, of the twelve zodiacs and perhaps the thirteen constellation of Ophiuchus, is my topic lately.
Perhaps you ask where my knowledge comes from, but in truth, it’s not easy for you to understand. Sometimes when people have near Death Experience’s they return with gifts. I believe knowing somethings, such as this in which I’m about to write on, was given to me with a supernatural guidance of writing or drawing. So, this is my understanding and explanation of what the earth is going through presently. Though, in the USA, we think it’s only about us, as usual.
Back to the ages, as we consider twelve signs of the zodiac, instead of thirteen, my reports are within that frame. Now mind you, when you travel beyond earth, such in a NDE, you can see number one: time doesn’t exist, two, the stories given to us from childhood aren’t correct, and three, our truths are not correct (including mine). I must be careful when writing these words, as non truths, will return and can bring harm, if not interpreted correctly.
The zodiac influences are used off this planet more commonly than earth’s time. When I say “zodiac” I’m not referring to the Earth’s common understandings whether it’s Vedic astrology or Western. I’m not talking about fire, water, earth, or air signs. I am referring to the monuments and relics off this planet placed within the constellations that can be seen by someone traveling in space during a near Death Experience or in a state of deep meditation. Dreams can also show someone what lies beyond earth.
The extraterrestrials beings, who I met with during my NDE , know of the place of relics and monuments that have guided them when traveling in space for thousands of years. It is a different set of constellations when moving between galaxies. Time, as the ETs know it, is depicted within the ancient universe, seen throughout space. It is never ending. It is forever to mankind.
Let me get back to the core of my understanding. On Earth, there are twelve (12) zodiacs signs and twelve houses. All of the together equal 360°. Each house is 30° x 12= 360°. Each age of the zodiac is roughly 2000 years. To move in between ages, like birth and death, takes approximately 300 years. The Earth has been in The Age of Pisces. The Sun takes 25,800 years to complete a cycle around the solar system that we are inside. The years for an age to take, is roughly 2,150, with give or take transitioning time. It was in 1930, the age of Pisces and Aquarius began to have strife’s and it became apparent with the violent movement of WWII. Perhaps, that was the beginning. In 1969, The 5th Dimensions recorded a song called The Age of Aquarius. “It is the dawning of…” So, yes, it was the dawning of and perhaps 50 years plus, we are still in the dawning of, but are a little further. The Age of Aquarius is coming, there is no stopping of the time or timeline for “eternity.” Eternity is a huge word that can be intimidating. But. It is only time, and off planet Earth, time is irrelevant. Time is now, and so is a thousand years. All in the now of existence. This is hard for us to grasp, but I see the now as if I am inside a balloon of existence. Every walk bounced into is now. Hard to grasp, isn’t it, but it’s so. It is the truth.
Let’s look at the sun sign of Pisces. We know that Pisces ♓️ is a water sign, it’s emotional whether it’s deep ocean water 💦 with huge waves, or a gentle stream. It’s either intense or it’s pleasant. Kind of like a Gemini. We never know how the waters will effect the Pisces. Go with their flow, is best to do, but know, they can put out a fire. The waters (emotions) can run the oxygen away in an air sign, and it’s very true, the dirt of the earth cannot survive without water, the Pisces. our Earth has been inside of The Age of Pisces since about the time of Christ. Remember, it takes roughly 300 years to transcend completely from one age to another.
Since Pisces is emotional, powerful, deep, gentle, strong, intent, flooding, overtaking, at times overwhelming with emotional feelings, and is about capturing any and everything to make it yield or bend into its shape or want, desire, beliefs, etc etc etc… it is the representation of the salvation of Christ. What I mean, If you don’t believe, you are going to hell. When something or someone won’t believe, they will cut it down. Mow over other beliefs, dissolve it, flood it, or drown it. Believe the normal, or else. Some of the beginning wars were: 1054 | The East-West Schism. …, 1378 | The reign of the antipopes. … , 1517 | The Reformation. …, and the 1534 | The English Reformation., just to name a few in the beginnings. A lot of blood shed, a lot of death.
We can read about the burning of the witches. There have been recorded 1763 wars or conflicts caused by human beliefs. “You must believe the way, or else” … death. This has been a strong description The Age of Pisces. Conspiracy theories, superstitions, the tearing down of science, the hating of actual knowledge, and the dying of mankind. This is the animal nature in our 🧬 DNA. We kill to survive and control. We are animals, truly, and relish the adrenaline involved in the killing of life. We are driven by our intentions and beliefs and if someone doesn’t believe “the normal,” watch out. Much of the world conflicts right now are the breaking away from the dogmatic forces of the church. They don’t like change.
This has been The Piscine Age. it is violently demanding and will destroy without thinking of anything, buts it’s own way. It will swallow its pathway and everything and everyone in its direction. It moves with gravity. Get out of its way! The water will drown all things. It doesn’t care. It lacks feelings for any other beliefs or emotions, but it’s own. Move out and away from it, and that subject will catch scrutiny and possibly death. Pisces will destruct anything that is not in its plan. It formed a wave set over the earth, and it will swallow anyone or thing not adhering to its laws, if caught.
Please, remember I a m talking about the age of time and not about any Pisces persons. There are grand things to say about Pisces ♓️ but right now, I’m speaking about an age of Earth time. The Pisces is artistically gifted. And, we see this in all the artworks of this 2000 years of time. Some of the most inspiring incredible artists have gifted mankind with their Mona Lisa’s and Renoir’s, and Sistine Chapels, and gorgeous beautiful items to admire and those gorgeous memories come from The Pisces emotional movements.
Let’s take a breath here. I must say, before I get Pisces folks in trouble, some of my closest friends are Pisces and they have incredible views on life and politics and have grand artistic abilities. I have learned an amazing amount of information from them. I am thankful for their wonderful creativity. Music, art, writing, and painting of houses and walls within homes. These things are somethings they do extremely well. Truly gifted artists of all kinds. Experiencing life without the Pisces perspectives would be bland milk toast and water. This article is not about destroying a Pisces. Heck, I’m a sun sign Libra, and god help us when we get to the Libra Age. No one will be able to make up their minds. It will be chaotic when the Libra time takes over. It will be judgmental and chaotic for certain. A bunch of finger pointing accusations will be witnessed and ruled by. I don’t think I want to be here on Earth then. But, that’s a few thousand years away. Who knows.
Shall we move forward into The Aquarius Age. I will come back to the in between ages. That which we are beginning to experience now. Put this on the back burner on low, and let’s find out about the age of Aquarius, the humanitarian.
When I think about the word “humanitarian “ I think of giving away abundances to the social masses. Am I correct when we take on the truest meaning of The Aquarian? What do you think? Well, we know they are an air sign, meaning extremely bright. They are the pilots of knowledge. They make it fly though the air; however, they are not the engineers, but they are the researchers. The one who holds knowledge, not necessarily the teachers or professors, or the discoverers, but are they who lead, they who fly, they who know deep vast information. They are the pilots, but not the inventors. They can fly without fears, but they can’t make the machinery. They posses no fears of causing the knowledge to fly. They are magical in this situation. Yet, they are not magical thinkers, like the Pisces, who had conspiracy theories, holding the age up. The Aquarius Age will run on facts and nothing more. It will take all the facts the witches (metaphorically) brewed and apply all of it into going places of grey worth and value (example: space traveling).
Now, back to the word humanitarian. In 1969, we believed the age of Aquarius was about giving freely to mankind. Well, this idea is simply a Pisces dream. It’s not truthful. It’s meaning has more to do with human beings (humanity) creating the best we could ever dream. It’s about humanity creating artificial intelligence so beyond the intelligence of the human, and it’s about the are of the human being. Aquarius lovers are extremely cool. One night stands are normal thinking for these beings as they are not emotionally engaged with anyone, UNLESS that person has something of grandness to offer. Such as knowledge. Such as mind furthering. Such as advancements. Such as the orgasm of zenith learning. And to the person of equal understanding, perhaps an everlasting commitment. So is this about humanity? Well yes, in a different way than what we created and that was more like seeing Jesus feed the 5,000 with 6 fish.
Aquarius Age will be monumental in the creation of the future on Earth. But, as far as for humans… we might be the slaves of the artificial intelligence, AI, who Aquarius gives the reins (of accomplishment). In their world, the building will be all natural, similar to the pyramids and have geometric patterns and shapes. It will resemble the masculine world. Pisces was the feminine by design. The swirls, lights and colors making the beauty extremely dynamic. That includes the colors of blood lost in wars.
Now, this is all I’m going to say right now about The Aquarius Age. It’s all I can see right now. More might come, but for now, I have stretch the futuristic plans as much as (I) can. It does become a little scary and seem unfamiliar when looking. I don’t feel like it’s a part of me, but heck. Who knows.
Okay, now briefly, I’m going to talk about the 300 years in between. The time on all timelines are not exact as the constellations and the movements on humans take time to alter and change. In my case, my beliefs have changed quite a few times. So, your changes might have been altered and made emotional in your life. In some ways other than mine, nonetheless, altered. The frequencies of spacial atmospheric pressure can trigger our points in different ways. The Dna 🧬 and life experiences also influence your behaviors in changing. Some of you did fine, you graduated with honors and rolled forward in a direction that suited you, and some others met the frequency vibrations in the opposite way, disastrously. Some became rebellious and effected. Some dropped out, some went to prison, and some are living on the streets and who is to say or judge the next being. Yet, the Pisces age was set to define kings, queens, middle class to what they call moronic or morons. I don’t know, but we humans, in The Pisces Age, placed a great amount of time and money on who is fit, or is royalty, and who is the who’re, and who walks the streets as one who begs. The Pisces era set up their heaven to resemble a similar afterlife experience.
So, what does this have to do with the movement between ages? A lot. A great deal, and as we move closer to the end of the 300 years, you and I are going to go through megawatts and bytes of our personal experiences with changes. We might see the worst possible things that we can imagine and it’s here that we will see the person who lives on the streets, do better than the average person, who lives in heat and air conditioning. We might see the herbalist tell others what to take naturally because the pharmacy drugs have gotten so over priced. It might be the one who can freshly clean the waters and the one who knows how to prepare dandelion soups, who will help others survive.
The middle 300 years give or take a few hundred years, will see the fall of the social structures, as they knew it. They will blame political parties, they will accuse the other races, they will hate their cousins, they will find no peace and feel forgotten. The bad stuff will overturn the 300 years. The rebellion of mankind will be humongous and man will fight others in a flood of emotions they don’t or can’t understand, though the reasons will be given of many believed excuses. Everyone will have their purposes to interrupt the pleasantries of life, long dissolving in ideas contrary to the realities that are truths.
And, I could go on and in, but quite frankly, it’s making me feel bad for writing this. I don’t want to write it, but there is something we can do, if humans were strong and giving enough, but honestly, I doubt it. I want to be proven wrong! Seriously! But, it seems as if, this recoiling back into a better self, is gone. Not long gone, but soon will be. We must act. We must try. For the sake of our children’s children, we have to give it a whirl of our goodness. We must!
We can’t stop The Age of Aquarius from coming, but we can learn about it and we can begin to shape our grandchildren’s world into a better direction other than leaving them utter destruction. How do we do this? Each of us has something we can do. Everyone of us can stop something that we are doing that’s wrong and you know exactly what you can do. If someone has to explain it to you, then you are childish. It’s time to ask to grow up. This is not a white persons planet, nor a brown, yellow, green or red persons place. We are here together and we all have a responsibility to all grandchildren and to the Earth and her animal kingdom, her fish, her livestock, her trees and mountains.
We must leave this place that all of us have lived in tact.
Thank you for reading. I will continue to edit.
Dawn, I wrote this poem with you in mind.
The bird sat perched in a cage
Plucking feathers from its body
The man caged the little creature
Why are they so desiring to conquer?
Elephants are slaughtered by horrible monsters
They who hang heads above their mantels
Who laugh and cheer toasting their egos
Killing the animals of Gods kingdom
Why do people think it’s alright
To boil the dog at a Chinese banquet
Why do people think it’s sane
To not thank the animals that give them game
They who hunt grinning like hyenas
Dusty roads and places hidden from others
Wham-bam! Shot threw the head
Slain, the wild cat lays dead ~ right there
No worries though the killers believe
It’s head will hang high for all to see
The idiots who have done this horrible things
Should surrender their heads for display ~ it seems
Steeling Gods blessings from his thrones
Capturing the bird and stopping the songs
Using the ivory, its stupidity, it’s wrong
Why do people think it’s okay
To not leave Gods gifts alone
God forgive us for harming the animals so dear
And not being responsible for causing their tears
A dog cries when hurting you see
The elephant protects its baby’s from we
Who are evil by serial nature
No better than a cat torturing its catch
Aren’t we more humane than animals
Honestly …
We’re far from peaceful beings ~ and not divine at all ~ quietly uttered sadly
BJ@2017
To continue the story of The Druids/Celtics
The Druids drifted off into the woods and forests. Their secrets and magic were held by only a few who passed the little bit of information about Druidism and magic that we have today down to be written in books of King Arthur, Queen Guinevere, Sir Lancelot, and of course Merlin, the most famous magician.
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My Poem to My Ancestors
Bewildered under the lights I stood
The shimmering sparkles within each branch should
Lend us hope on those dark fallen days
As the moss facing north on the trunk lays
An in awe I shudder while standing under the shades
Of heaven on earth whispered historical events into nowadays
I listen in wind tunes as the tree sings
Please don’t cut it down
Let it linger for in our spring the Oak will tell the tales of some ancient other kings
BoJenn 6.25.2019
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BoJenn 6.25.2019
Ratitat-tat and Rummy-tum-tum
The day begins
Coffee warms this body
That runs my soul
That keeps the poetry
Upon the wheels
My wiring
The Qi
In Matrix
The Florals
Colors vibrate frequencies
Happiness, love, joy, peace
There must be a creator
There has to be!
Or is Mother Nature nurturing
And is she our womb?
or a religion that has a “loving” godhead that brings violence on it’s people and animals.
How could this force be a “loving” god?
Yes, I believe in yin/yang energies, but smitten cruelty is shameful and who should follow it or believe that it is a “loving” entity?
Not me. No, that’s not a “loving, graceful father.”
I won’t follow such a demanding hateful energy.
The daylight and the night are much kinder than a force that tells someone to lie, cheat, steel or kill in its name and to defend it for ever should one want “eternity” and “heaven.” No, I don’t defend religious adjectives or words used in correlation to its force of corruption in innocent beings who are swept inside its devious vicious plans to capture and digest human intelligence in one bite of addiction to its doctrines.
Stay away from the utterances and tones of redemptions because it’s a lie. The true love is far from the waves of repeated doctrines and candles and incense burning for the sacrifice of sinners.
Who by the way have nothing to do with the “Christ” whose name the dark force stole and distorted the legends that simply don’t exist. All lies used to bend truths with only one lie, the birth from a virgin and yet mankind would abort science to believe the deceitful entity who stole the birthright of the divine and bit its teeth into the sides of all humanity in its hunger for the name of “Almighty” Power.
And so forth. It is a hateful entity and it’s intention is harm for hunger of beings. To devour souls with every bite out of ones own intimate consciousness. It takes it and all imaginable dreams and visions and gives back rigid rules that no one can live without falling eternally asleep.
The God that has people murdered in his name is merely a being created by men to control the weak by using fears. “Fear” lest you go to HELL! Or kill all the “xxxmites” so this imaginary being created by despicable men can remain in power for thousands of lifetimes. Remove the curtain! It’s only “The Wizard of Oz” shouting vile curses at men, “if you don’t do this or that, you are doomed.”
Nope, that “god” was not in the afterlife involving my temporary death experience. No, that infamously created being wasn’t there. Thank the gods (aliens).
The only creator I saw was so busy making nebulous’ and galaxies and everything that follows the mass mathematical production of “god created the heavens and the earth.” These beings of numerous lights were not interesting in governing mankind, animals or plant life. It was extremely happy and satisfied with every bit of creation, whether “pretty” or “ugly” in human eyes. It’s was not interested in judgment or putting anyone in hades. It just delightfully created with joy and grace.
The insatiable thirst to be gods annihilated mankind
Devouring its fruit will prove the destruction of
Had you stayed like the tribe of the Quechua people
Survival is probable for they tribute the animals
Saluting the foods whose lives are stolen
Feeling the pain of death of the preyed kingdom
In humbled thankfulness they ingest the rations
Taking no trophies to boost their egos on mantels
Wearing a necklace to remind of spirits eaten
But man wants to be like God desiring apples 🍎
In no reverence displayed glutenous appetites
Robbing each other from backs of commoners
Stepping over landscapes, waters and oceans
Just craving power like vampires consuming
Mouths with teeth bleeding selfish obscenity
The rainforest dwindling as volcanoes erupt
Frantically living, working to appease the gods
That god within that has no relationship nor
Love for the hungriest appetites of mankind
Images flash as the preacher jets to the Adam
Deceived by the APPLE found on certain products
Swayed by the worshipping crowds who gather
Bloodthirsty vampires grabbing empty pockets
Stuffing bellies with the foods of ancient idols
No remorse taking the purse of grandmothers
Carnivores and gluttonous thieves are present
Living better than average and problematic dear
Climbing up to the skies on tops of mountains
Struggling to eat from the tree of knowledge
Forgetting their manners unlike Quechua people
Who honor sprits of all that have fallen
By the bloody thirsty hands of Adams APPLE 🍎
@2016 K♣️ BoJenn
Some people don’t care about “science” or the “facts.” I’m not one of those people. Give me the information ℹ️ and I will determine what happened based on numbers, not so much stories, but on the facts of numbers.
We know that…
2+2=4
3+2=5
5+7=12
= integrity, honesty, and is God’s/The Source/The Force/Allah’s divine order while on Earth.
And we know that in simple mathematics that the following math equation is untrue.
Because 2+2=9 is a fabrication,
it’s an untruth, and it’s not divine.
It is a lie.
Some people want you to believe the lie/lies. They want to turn their heads away or put them in sand buried, so they don’t have to say so or admit, or be involved in any way. Folks this is not enlightenment nor ascension. This act is ignoring truths so an involvement doesn’t have to be used. That’s “too much bad energy, ” so, I’ve heard. Hmm… Those folks should never serve as a juror or take part in any legal activities. They don’t care enough to get justice served or believe they should exercise any individualism outside the wave of the matrix of common thoughts. Their confidence, in their ability to change anything wrong, stands in their path of uniqueness and freedom within themselves. It hinders growths for all mankind. Yet, unfortunately, some do not speak out because of the feeling that any words from them will be flushed down the toilet of the uneducated (though brilliant).
God/Source/Force/Allah etc…(I will refer to all as “God”) did not create this universe from chaos. No. In the images of chaos and amidst the big bang were all the numbers and formulas set chaotically for divine orders of a universe with planetary and a perfect Galaxy flow. The dust settled from the enormous firecracker and peace, beauty, and perfection fell into place and all the unsettled became resting, moving systems of different times, mythologies, stories, wonder and facts of divine numerical placements all in order. One finds God or The Creator/creators of all things including the smallest matter in the Fibonacci design and codes within the perfection of numbers.
Personally, speaking, I don’t believe in the big bang theory, but I’m using it as it is the general source of initial beginnings of all things in this universe.
Everything has an order of numerical including all miracles. Even The Mona Lisa was constructed and composed in a perfected design by Leonardo Da Vinci.
Even though, when you go to run an errand, cook, clean, work or breathe, you are operating within a numerical framework that moves and you are not even aware. You and I don’t sit down and figure out our own mathematics, but it happens, it transpires, it is, as it is. It moves all the time. It is energy/Qi/chi. It makes no mistakes. If it appears that it has created an error, then it quickly adjusts the equation. It is in constant, consistent motion. It is The Source.
A detective doesn’t solve a mystery without clues that add up or subtract, divides, or multiples. Somehow, the investigator figures out the clues and evidence by use of a divine system of order and not chaos. Hopefully, a divine numerical perfection is used because; 2+2=4, and not 2+2=9. In the later case with 9 as the answer of the crime, the wrong person would be charged or indicted for a crime not commited, correct?
So, I bring us to NDEs. When someone says that “I’ve been dead for 20 minutes, ” there will be clues of perfection because 2+2=4 and not 2+2=9. Nope. Nine (9) is the wrong answer. It’s not perfection, and the clues are misused and wrong. Why? Do a study on the side effects if hypoxia. When does it start and what WILL be seen? Hypoxia also has a divine numerical number. It follows a rule of numbers as if it were the governing laws. (smile and wink as it’s never fooled). Even miracles have divine numerical values that it follows because “God” doesn’t use a magical wand. No, the Source does not use confusion to perplex the spectators. Those watching in awe may not understand the order if numbers, but there is one in place. That Source doesn’t go off its course of divine perfections because everything is a miracle and still works within the mind of the divine source. And in times of growth and development, all questions can be answered as we grow mathematically.
This leads me to the history of witches. We will know, that witches are not evil, no, they are not. They are simply those who are usually a step ahead of the others mentally and scientifically, and perhaps they were/are natural scientists. Alchemy is simply easy for them and they apply the methods magically. Because of this reason, as we know, many were burned at the stake. Jealousy and ignorance. Killing the ones who know is not good for mankind’s growths. Why do we do this?
Some people turn and look the other way. Is this a divine order? Well, yes because it equals up and “they looked the other way.” The truth is evident and they said they “looked the other way, ” they chose not to become involved for various reasons. Isn’t it a good thing when the police take an action against criminals? They didn’t look the other way and they put into action a plan that might appear chaotic, just like the universe being formed, but after the chaos settles with all the dust, the divine order of justice is then set into place.
By the way, those in the above 1% of the entire population, tries their best not to fit into divine order of all things. They try to escape to Mars or wherever; however, there are lichens, molds and fungi in other places of the universe, although they don’t resemble each other’s physiological (mathematics) of appearance, but I must tell you their properties of divine order are still in operation. The churning of life takes place if it has the molecular divine mathematics of earthen or elsewhere’s materials of carbon atoms/particles. Life, death, birth, living, death and birth, etc… Forever. There is no escape. We are part of The Divine Order of all things that continuously churns every blade of grass or absolves and dissolves all matter and releases the Qi/chi into the bianery holding tank (new plant lives) of every electromagnetic radiation emitted by the dying matters, anywhere in the universe.
My dreams last night. I had to write them this morning 7.18.2021, ASAP.
I also wrote this in another post.
Have you seen this vigorous system in religious/spiritual people?
I must tell you and ask you a question about your beliefs before and post NDE/TDE. Or should write, NDE is near death experience and a TDE is a longer period of time than an NDE. It is a temporary death experience.
In 1998, I left the Christian faith. I said goodbye. I won’t go into all the reasons why I closed that door, but know I was a hard practicing Christian for over 30 years. I got the “pat” phrases down and the guilt if I didn’t say it the phrases with the right amount of gusto. I judged others seriously and I was judged the same.
After 1998, I became a Gnostic Christian. I accepted all The Dead Sea Scrolls, loved The Gospel of Mary Magdalene and The Book of Enoch.
I was there, in that belief system until my TDE or temporary death experience on 2.9.2019.
My TDE touched on a little of this, but it was not religiously based or spiritual. It was scientific and mathematical.
It had absolutely nothing to do with my beliefs. Accept one thing.
So, I left the Gnostic beliefs and have come out on my own self discovery. It has been peaceful and awakening to the lies told to innocent people.
Since my TDE, I can see the force behind the people who are demanding their beliefs are correct. I see it in NDE pages. I see and feel it’s angry vigor. It is almost defined like a matrix of power that innocent people are trapped in and to get out takes years if saying “no.”
Does anyone know what I am talking about? Have you seen this force too?
It demands that a human being believe something.
Anyone else seen this? It’s very powerful and scary.
The more one moves away from the matrix’s beliefs, the more it attacks until one day it passes over you. That’s when you know, you have grown beyond it’s threats.
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So pondering about an issue while sitting outside drinking wine with 2 large dogs and 3 cats. Oh boy!
There is a video doctor whose name I am withholding and I can’t remember it, I believe listened to my NDE or read my rough draft as part of my story in my NDE came to life. Now the doctor’s story makes wonderful good sense and I am trying to be diplomatic and say it’s just a coincidence. BUT… I’m not sure.
In my NDE, I talk about “binary codes, ” and he talks about binary codes in his last video. The ‘“alien” beings in my NDE handed me sheets of paper and asked me to read them and I looked at them as if they were crazy. Then they said using telepathy, “go ahead, you can do it.” So, there I read all the stacked papers. Mostly, the binary codes were addresses, times, people, whereabouts, and about who we are to them and the universe.
We are binary codes of all existences. We are DNA formed by advanced mathematics and formulas, and we are constantly changing, therefore, our DNA changes as well as all the mathematical formulas and equations for every breath, thought, idea, movements, sleeping, sitting, running, and blowing your nose makes overall lifetimes, not just this one. Do I still have your attention? We are formulated, created, and imagined by a superior being or beings the same way that we have created AI it artificial intelligence.
It is our DNA and the gifting within its formulas that make us who we are. Some of us, like skydiving and some, don’t. Some of us draw and others don’t. Some lecture and create imperial evidence for trials and in laboratories, and some don’t. The gift that must be used is the gift of imagination. We all have some. Too much can write grand novels and also, for your benefit, have you placed on calming medications. Some imagination allows you to become an engineer, or perhaps, a crime detective using imagination to find the solution. Some parents hender a child’s imagination by saying it’s wrong, it’s a sin of the devil, it’s bad, it’s this or that. If you are this type of parent, stop. Please, stop because you are stopping the next possible Einstein who MUST have the capacity of their entire brain to create. A person who does not create or has stayed close to their DNA formula and hadn’t explored and touched this universe, this plain of existence is near death. Please hear me, yes, near death. Even in a pandemic, you must use your imagination. Even locked in a home all day with 2 large dogs and 3 cats must use their ingenuity and explorations of dreams, illusions, delusions and such. The person who is in the extreme will probably need medication and something to write with and pay attention, but the person who uses none is the saddest person of all.
If you could imagine a drop of you and in that drop is your DNA and everything that is you as a baby until death if you don’t move, breath, or participate in life in some manner. That drop can grow huge and then shrink back down to normal, or it can stay huge and outwards for a lifetime and will probably need help with medications, meditation and calming activities to bring it down to normal drop size again. That drop and its growths are tied up to our imagination. How big we think such as an astronaut or President, Prime Minister or CEO, or the drop can barely move and form into anything other than your status quo. We are in charge of our thinking. We are the ones who imagine what we can or will be. Is this the name it and claim it part of my understanding? No. It is a fact that we are a simple binary formula of an algebraic calculus expression that needs an operator of complex, divine equipment. Are you able to turn your equations around? Make them stretch as big as you can…and then bring them back to normal. Breath in and breath out.
Our imaginations are a gift. Use them. Train them. Keep notes on them. And know, you and I are a complex mathematical equation that changes all the time. Help it. Learn about it. Learn to harness it. Use it as if you are using your own witchcraft. Roar! I can do it! I am creative! I WILL MAKE THIS HAPPEN FOR ME! And for you.
Ps* for the judgmental people, the word witchcraft is used figuratively, playfully and seriously.
Tonight, try to imagine yourself in the place that you’ve wanted to be for a very long time. And, start to create the path there. Make the bridges go over mountains, and make the waters clean to drink from the neighborhood creek.
Thanks for reading my account. I think my new version is much better than the doctors, who took it from me.
Good night. Sleep well, and dream big!
Image by me
The fog of moisture occupies every oxygen molecule by two.
Under a densely grey colored matter it simply is present.
The East Texas atmosphere of nightmares and conspiracies.
I feel the fears of mankind and the anger about the monies lost.
And the folding over of dense moisturizers cling solidly around.
From my mailbox to the hidden front door, I see no house.
it disappeared within the musk of swollen wet air and I travel there walking in faith.
BoJenn April 2020
The Fog Has A Message
Tis’ journeying on the borders of
The living zombies and apocalypse
‘Twas watching yonder with a suspicious eye
There noticed a journey-child meandering
Said I to the one slouched under a tire
What are you doing today for living thunders
And a tear fell upon his cheeks of dusty thinking
Whispered, he said, “nuttun,” and picked up a stick to throw it.
“Oh come out from the sadness’s that bind you and me”
And hold hands looking over the mountains
We’ve got a way to travel lad
Now pull up your pants for walking
And head over the mud to the dry shores
And grab for grass if you find it
For within its breaths are oxygenation
And freshness for living while partaking
And away we journeyed together
The “Civil War” Truly civil? I think not.
Come out gently from the fog of greys and irresdesent smoked stench of the ghosts of hatred that captured combatant soldiers and killed them irreverantly among wild grass in lowered valleys.
Cousins murdered cousins in the bitterness of ill-bought people labeled slaveries and separated mothers from daughters raped by men of white faces, and you still support this act, dear brothers… Really?
Don’t hide behind the established DNA of your fathers and mothers-mother, uncles and great-great-grandfathers, but come out from under the shackles of thorns amongst all slavery, and set them free, forgive yourself, and move forward, because from this moment onward, we will love all mankind, who’s colors are not only, our mothers.
BoJenn 1.12.2021
Time existence, The Sun radiates radically
We breathe, the atmosphere that surrounds
Water flows, some decent streams cascades
Trash exits, can’t ignore or resist
Wherein lies, a momma, time completes
The compass passed anew, now breathe
Crying infant warmly held, by she
The mother of four, a goddess
Works diligently from knees, Governs bees
Honeycomb deliciously, paid wages by intrusions
Stolen Golden, buttery syrup seducing saps
Aromas penetrate, oozing delicately beneath
Pleased within, tasting delightfully refreshing tidbits
The Moon, arose just as predicted
Sun sits, without saying ”goodnight”
Another day, then embracing chilly twilights
Another year, passed away peacefully again
And it happens renewed, as always
For what the purpose? ”, don’t know.”
It’s simply, utterly predetermined, dear ones
Or undetermined, who knows, but so
Tomorrow expected, known just like today
Rounding out, another starry remembered sky
Daytime nights, twenty-four hours ago
Now sleep, trusting the macrocosm’s engineering
©️BoJenn Saturday November 5, 2020
Art by me
I just wrote this in the middle of the night, this evening.
Time passed Earth
We, NDEers, speak of no time off earth and so what does this mean?
Time is applied to earth’s seasons, and the rising and setting of the sun. The Solstices of summer and winter owning the longest and shortest days of the year. These facts govern time.
However, off Earth, the Sun rises and sets in a much different matter of times. The size of Earth and the distance it is from The Sun makes its own ways possible and conceivable. We understand this as we’ve lived the patterns every day of our lives. However, if we left here, our timelines would vary and change on every comet, planets or stars, moons, nebulous’ in the entire universe. The visual effects would resemble a covering made up of geometrical patterns with physics, astronomy, cosmic energies, geological analysis and patterns and it would continue for ever. Much like our imaginations of the Matrix of existence.
We live on earth with rhythms, beats, time, and musical vibrations of it’s own way and kind. On another planet, music would seem slowed of perhaps faster due to the rising of the sun ☀️ or solstices.
If one is in space without reverberations, time, rhythm and beats would be off from what we know now.
If one had an NDE and has music like here there are two different ideas that come to mind. Number one. They are still connected to Earth time. Meaning their afterlife experience took place within Earth’s times Mf its line of recording.
Or, two, the music was conjured inside a persons psyche. The person carries the melody with them. It’s memory is manifested.
My guess for this phenomenon.
Words such as eternity, forever, etc have no meaning post Earth. So this makes me think that “heaven” is earthbound. I don’t think of this in a bad way, it’s simply the location of it.
But in the afterlife, eternity has no meaning.
Our minds, thoughts, words, feelings, emotions, vibrations etc… will produce our world of conscious existence. In essence, we do create or manifest our universe of time and space on planet Earth. But, apart from manifesting to create wealth or health or comforts, let’s for right now stay with the basics of creation. On February 9, 2019, I was in my afterlife existence. Having been gone for 30 plus minutes (and mind you, there is no time in the afterlife) was immediately taken to a wonderful cloud of existence and there I sat watching what I called “The Elohim” (a Hebrew word that is god in the plural form) making a gloriously beautiful nebulous. I learned there on that cloud, that our “god” was plural, was a creator and not a destroyer, and joyfully made all existence, including me. Those harmonious spectrums of lights created even the things and mammals that humans call and label deformed, malfunctioning, not right, gay, black, white, yellows and reds, and made all of it in such utter joy and never looked back and said, “OOPS, I made a mistake.” Nope. That never happened. Our creators are so pleased with all of their creations, that one cannot imagine any conflicts or reorganizations at all. If there are punishments, and that I didn’t see or hear, then they are carried out by other gods. The Elohim only creates and nothing more.
So, how does this relate to our understanding and enlightenments? If we free the mind from all binding doctrines that tell us to do this or that in such away, then, we can know that we are created in love, with a magnificent creator. To add, any legalistic doctrines, merely bind us and entrap our souls. That is not The Elohim. This I can promise you. You are free to love yourself. Love you. When you love you, then you free the pathway to love others. No longer will others be labeled by negative thoughts or terminology. We set them free when we are free. When the conscious is unchained and unleashed, it can and will set others free. Our minds are powerful because the state of our consciousness is free or ~it’s trapped. The trapped state is also powerful, and we see this occurring daily. It is better to free others than to enslave them.
WE CONTROL OUR CONSCIOUS journeys. Or, I should say, we can control if we put our minds to the task.
Mimsi Flowers and Notions 