Ratitat-tat and Rummy-tum-tum
The day begins
Coffee warms this body
That runs my soul
That keeps the poetry
Upon the wheels
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.
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…
= 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.
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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.
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.
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.
T’waz an evening totally crispy and warm
A dazzling crystal raindrop landed unharmed
And crossed-eyez focused on my noze
Saw it shimmering as if it were all … goldz
Quickly melted before my mind saw
The meaning in this crystallized drop unthawed
Witnessed a message there just for me
“An odd Holloweed Night” to raise glee
Making words bend and mean other things
Incantations religious and melodiously sang
Resounding vibrations bounced off walls
My hands to ears, as my skin crawls!
“Old Poe, my dearest eldest friend.”
Who recited poetry that recently was penned
A bottle of whiskey and a cigarette of weeds
All in the night that I worship thee, you see…
As the black bird taunted your soul
Caused you to yell out for your “Eleanor” it’s told
The ravin bird of mystical earths underworld
Sent you to hell and back there into the netherworld
And here we are today before Al Holloweed Eve
Living life as if nothingness exists and thus deceived
Blind and deaf with one-hundred percent usage
But, oddly can’t see nor hear
Awe, yes, where am I … looking at my nose
For a raindrop crystal formed and froze
The twinkles dimmed from a moment of enlightenment
The nights passed Poe and Halloweed excitement
And another years passes until it comes again
Bringing the magical 🧙♀️ witchcraft to the left brain
Until then, we sleep like Brigadoon
A hundred years to awaken these wee fishermen
There were many battles to be fought for mankind, but the greatest was not a battle. No. It was a war and few prophets came informed and speaking simple truths to anyone who could hear and came with words of defense, thus a pact was made to aid the innocent animals, plant lives and mankind.
Two men who came to fight in The Americas were (first) Samuel Thompson, a botanist, and (secondly) , a German Aquarian Doctor, Benedict Lust. They entered life at different times but brought with them truths about health and good wellbeing for humans.
Samuel Thompson, refused to allow the oppressors an opportunity to take over their wars. He fought courageously.
Benedict Lust was a vegetarian and knew all diseases, including cancers, could be cured with herbs, and set forth his life teachings in this platform.Though he died in 1945, his teachings continue.
The “Big Oil” rolled onto the scene and with it in 1847 came the American Medical Association or “AMA” that subdued the honest teachings of two men who tried diligently to save and protect mankind. After all, there are no monies in selling beans, yet synthetic viruses 🦠 are big bucks.To be continued…
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There was a dark veil lifted from time on earth, the Americans, were free from any organizations seeking to control their health. The AMA’s powerful lobbyist and promoters were Vito’d by every human being who was old enough to vote, even women were given this right under these new kind rulers.
Benedict Lusks College boomed with business and it shed a delicate pure sense of light on herbs and fungi for all people. It was simply explained. People were, for the most part, healthy and eighty-five to ninety years old was a good life. Working years were extended when one was happy with their experiences. Child bearing ages increased as the bodies of young adults were lengthened, not only by the ideals of enrichment and happiness, but by the innocent knowledge of mushrooms and fungi were well understood, as well as, the simplistic use of herbs. These gifts were common language of all people.
The Reishi mushroom (Ganoderma lucidum) and Chaga (Inonotus obliquus) were both used to increase the birth years, in late thirty year old women, as a formula was found that added a “fountain of youth.”
*** fictional at this time.
However, hidden and remaining within the dark veil, were blemished souls who wanted nothing more than to capture all men. Charge them for living. Play with their health. The year, 1910. Abraham Flexner and his entourage wanted control. The war was still on. Rights and souls might be lost.
To be continued…
@anima mundi herbals (N.D.) retrieved 8.6.2020
We Need A Savior
There was an envisioned smoke in the distance and herbalist Bonnie knew this as she saw it happening in a dream.
Abraham Flexner was plotting to create an organization to rid all the northern Americans of “snake oils” and “fraudulent” herbs. He began his report and called it, “Medical Education in The United States and Canada.” Thus he used it with the aid of The Carnegie Foundation to rid the world of scams and establish “reputable” companies and begin medical schools where learning of doctors could and would be controlled.
Flexner’s hands ran together twirling his ideas of great fortune.
Soon, naturopathy was discredited and all helpful study of herbs and fungi halted. Most experimental studies were placed on the shelves of education or sadly found its way into drug users dens. There it’s psychedelic effects were explored and some users did record side effects in dark rooms.
The AMA won! It tied up all studies (almost) of botany and placed the world behind the timeline of healings.
A time traveler would need to come quickly to reverse the side effects of The AMA and Flexner.
To be continued …
The Invasion of The Allopaths
The envisioned medical mobsters were enveloping the land of the free. The home of the braves seemed to be twisted ~ as the “evils” planned and their veil of deception started working. The dark clouds fell over the atmosphere and then the entire land greyed. The “evils” spoke hypnotic words and a “beautiful covering” magically appeared. Soon, the land looked safe, free, and home to the righteous. After all, all botanical medical treatments were now silenced. They were shut up, cast out and threatened with unaffordable lawsuits.
In 1913, John D. Rockefeller’s son, Frederick T. Gates, began a foundation called “the well-being of nan throughout the world” and “the funding of eurogenics in WWII, and creating a vaccine for yellow fever, and then “the green revolution” in agriculture. Oh yes, a tremendous control was continued on by this notorious family. They stopped all naturopathic care because they were greedy.
However, back to the commoners, the people were given a story to learn, to understand and to deeply agree with a pledge of allegiance and a salute of unfailing devotions. “Keep us well, feed all of us, and send us to churches, and we will worship you forever.” A forever banner now waved over all of them and from around the world, people swam the oceans to get inside the coverings. And everything and everyone felt secure, warm, fed, educated, and positively influenced as the “Allopaths” took over.
To be continued… one day
Robert Ray, I had you in mind when I wrote this. Something we talked about. Hope you enjoy this.
Once upon a Time
A garden of many species of living things were flourishing.
There was mostly peace, yet suffering from about, was observed.
A blueish vibrant covering from an atmosphere suspended.
Waves of oxygen and waters painted the canvas of imagination.
Birth, life, and death marked these dim timelines.
More than one line of living highlighted, the long origins, of the gardens.
‘Twas a gift given, testing the living, to honestly see.
Intelligence, bigotry, wars, crimes and loves would adorn souls.
Proudly standing erect, gloating wealth, their truths unfolded.
Killing the innocent, when craving hungers, was devilishly bold.
Guides, watched from afar, not wanting to step onto the garden’s workers.
Are we useful and good and honestly worthy to have gold… hmm?
Do we present ourselves, as gods everyday… dare we enquire?
What is man to god, and god to man, am asking, truly, humbly afraid.
Standing, beside our works and thoughts, our plans and the goals.
Wonder, would this be enough, to show them, all of our love?
I mean, the animals who love us, despite our wants of eyelashes long?
The meat on our plates, without saying thank you … is what a shame.
Children starving, wearing dirty diapers, just … somewhere else.
Men saying vulgarities, of women’s private parts, in vein manners.
Women marrying without love, for the sake, of her shopping.
Children playing with guns, knives and bayonets, are frightening.
And hunger and thirst, without bread, on a barren wobbling table.
And the sky above the garden still looks apparently, lovely.
To one who is safe and rightfully pleasant, in the weeds, of the garden.
And the hare nibbles the carrots 🥕 on sunny days, while watching others.
Nothing is safe under the stars ✨ of the living lab 🔬 within the estate.
Watch your back, you have no friends, when the government plunges.
Yet they scout, from up above, seeing any innocents.
Waiting, for the day, wiping their arms, over the sand pile.
Starting new, starting fresh with AI, instead of the breathing.
And the fetology fertilization was thrown, into the fires 🔥.
The humans created, for them, artificial intelligence.
Despite the knowledge, that all was lost, under the bluish covering.
And all was well, once again, in the timeline, of earths living.
And the blue bird 🐦 still sings, well into the mornings.
The AI only cares because, it was told to do so.
And the monkeys were freed, from all the circuses.
The lions 🦁 and tigers ran untamed again, in the jungles.
The whales 🐋 swam unworried, about perfumed blubber.
The human invention was laid to rest, outside the garden.
And peace was sung, in the gardens, of earths loving blessings.
Lisa Jones who is the owner and program hostess of the podcast Millionaire Medium has intervened me regarding my death experience. Her link is below this introduction.
As I listened to myself, I realize that my anoxia is still present, but was given to me as a gift… I suppose. Hmm 🤔, I know that I will continue to grow mentally. I am now childlike once again, but it’s okay. I am fine with the new me. Ugh 😑, it’s hard listening to the self when on programs. I think I won’t do this again, though my interview is fine. It’s just, I pick myself apart. No needs for anyone else to do that, rest assured, I will shred me.
Anyway, I love having the opportunity to share my Death Adventure. I don’t know why that mine was so different than others, but it was. I don’t know why, I remember so much, but I do. I have a story to tell. A Near Death Story or in my case a Death Experience.
The link below is the interview that I had with Lisa Jones, The Millionaire Medium.
Thank you, Lisa