Trying To Find Home

Bonnie Jennings Artworks for Her Near Death Experience 2.8.2019

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All art is BoJenn’s and collages are from magazines. Journey Circles card transformation included from Journey Path Institute directed by Cat Caracelo.

I give numerous thank you’s to the Art Therapist Shelley Cannon Fredrick who encouraged my artistry and design of my NDE.

Please visit my FB site for NDE Arts:

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Thank you for traveling with me.

Demanding of Kings

We see angels and supernatural beings yet perhaps what really is there are the ones who direct us.

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.

Radio; my death experience. Link included

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!

The Lives of Fairy Godmothers, Angels and Witches Catherine Dubois’ Odyssey to Enchantment

 

 

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Catherine Dubois’ Odyssey To Enchantment

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.” 

 

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My Little late JoJo as “Lovey”

 

 



 

 

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

 

Ky Ellen Mason artist/editor/graphics designer/publishing/printing

https://www.facebook.com/search/top/?q=ky%20ellen%20mason

 

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Jennings.bonnie1952@gmail.com

Bonniegjennings@gmail.com

or on FB @

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May you have a wonderful day and thank you for stopping in and reading 🌺

The Winner’s of The Poetry Contest Are 📢📢📢 A Drum Roll Please 🏆🏆🏆

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First of all~ I want to thank the three judges who graciously accepted this role. It has been tedious and also rewarding for each of us. Also I must mention, at this time, they still remain anonymous. 

As I said before, my role was the organizer, the sorter and the mailman. Blame me for the formatting… It just doesn’t want to do right…  🙂

So without further delay…

 

 

IN FIRST PLACE …. Ta Da-Da-DAA !!! 



 

 

🏆🥇 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 line
 
To begin again to tell a tale of a different place and time
 
A time when I was just a lass with curls and a pretty dress
 
Bringing smiles and laughter too and a lot of happiness
 
I often sought to please my mum and have her sing a song
 
A happy tune with words I knew so I could sing along
 
I sought her often to tell me tales of back when she was small
 
But often got a fairy tale…but I enjoyed them all
 
She’d tuck me in with kisses and hugs after the tale was read
 
I’d call her back for one more hug before she went to bed
 
Once I asked about my da but it seemed to make her sad
 
I saw a tear fall from her eye and thought that I’d been bad
 
But then she hugged me extra tight and whispered in my ear
 
That everything she could ever want was in her arms right here
 
We smiled and laughed and I fell asleep knowing I was loved
 
And 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…. !

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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 ….. 

 

 

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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 

The Final Leaf of Autumn
I looked and saw the leaves had left The trees, now fallen to the ground. But for one, still hanging on.But then the winds all blew and blew, Blowing all those leaves around. That leaf then too was gone.I looked outside and saw the trees All empty of their autumn’s coat; Bare now for winter’s day.To sleep, to sleep those trees now go That leaf, the last of autumn’s note.No more its song to play.

 

 

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 The Loch of Lomond

By Vernon Woods

 

Oh to be by the loch of Lomond on the heather clad banks on a cold misty morning a grounded eagle does mew from her diminished view she will have to wait it out and then the thunder and lightening and then the cloud as is resonates its echoes like a tennis ball against the rocky top mountains now naked from there snowy gowns I hear the distant lowings’ of a herd of Angus down in a fen let out of their barn yet again churning up the mud disturbing a clucking hen who now seeks safety from a tractors exhaust pipe ohhh just to lie here on these beautiful heather clad banks feeling the pitter patter of the angels tears I tell you they are not on there own I weep too my sopping sleeve a victim to my many uncontrollable tears not out off sadness badness but out of sheer utter joy I gaze up at the mountains as the grey cloudy sea wash the tops of the mountain scape the late Robin halls a bleacher lassie of Kelvinhaugh is sung from an echo of the past the bard rabbi burns earns his keep in a time way back where widows clad in black did weep his voice booming through the mist telling a story of the stealing of the stane of clone from the mountain tops steep to the lochs deep your velvety voice is not alone I hear it all to well ahhh the mists do disappear ill take my leave to meet up with a party with a ghilly in charge to go in search for salmon ohh my to behold these fine colored tartans these are the folk who have clan connections but what of my attire with no clan connections to you and I it will be a wearing of the Caledonia ohhh to be by the banks of the loch Lomond


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  Also highly mentioned… Thank you Linda 💐 Epitaph

By Linda Long

“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

Walking down a long dark road
I have to
which way to go
North sou
or west
which way
uit me best
I have no
time i fear
for in my
he end draws near
I want to
he fullest I can
but which
go..must I choose?

 

Thank you Karen this reads like Robert Frost 🌺  

BIRTH

By Soul Gifts on WordPress ❤️

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

By 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…

💎

Keep At It

By: Jason A. Watson 

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 

♦️

With love,

 

By Jony Francissen 

 

“Today”

 Today you are silentolor:

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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! 

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Memory

By Susan Burns 

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le=”color: #9497f2″>The memory of that belief
is what’s causing the grief

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

By Cris Fox (also a dear old friend🌹)

 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

 

Thinking of Me?

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?

 
 
The judges really loved yours as well….
I do to as I definitely have been in this place too… Married to more than one women at a time….  💜
 

 

  


  💛 And MOST Mentioned 💛

However ~ it is over 22 lines…. 

I AM SOMETHING MUCH MORE 

By @alostwriter

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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Please, just say HI! And, What is Your favorite Poetry for Mondays…Tues.. Wed…

Hello!
Hello!

If you should stop by to visit my site here on WordPress, I would love, love, love you, to please, say Hi, and will you please, please, please linger and boondoggle awhile?That means, shoot the breeze, as we say, in Southern United States. Thanks and hope to say howdy back at you real soon!

Come and sit a spell..
Come and sit a spell..

I love children’s poems. This is one of my favorites: Please, share one of your favorites. Over The River and Through The woods 

Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandmother’s house we go;
the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river, and through the wood,
to Grandmother’s house away!
We would not stop for doll or top,
for ’tis Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river, and through the wood—
oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose
as over the ground we go.
Over the river, and through the wood—
and straight through the barnyard gate,
We seem to go extremely slow,
it is so hard to wait!
Over the river, and through the wood—
When Grandmother sees us come,
She will say, “O, dear, the children are here,
bring a pie for everyone.”
Over the river, and through the wood—
now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

Leaving Adam By Bonnie Jennings

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Leaving Adam

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Eons advance and passed away.
Thought, theory, speculation and opinions, die.
Glancing through lenses, and squinting, at the sky,
Adam, pointing, at the twinkling specs, named the brilliant ballet.
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So, following mankind, up the mountain,
And ascending a rocky path; we embarked.
My feet followed his, upward, to where the sky was arched.
His staff pointed, and the heavens, then filled me, as a refreshing fountain.
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An advocate of The Father of Man, I desired what he sought,
Thus’ left the home of my family and upheld his zealous quest
Confidently, I abided and affirmed his every request.
Even, wore his belief’s; did just as he taught.
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One day, dared I asked, Adam, the man of science,
How is Eve today?
And, if looks could kill, then Eve is dead, thus’ left us only, to pray.
Deceased, she is. He answered, with a chill of neglectful defiance.
 ~
 
Man of Science, I spoke so boldly.
At the mountain top; we stand
The stars, you named, and held, in your hand,
However, love you murdered, so coldly.
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This day, I choose the mother
Her love, which first found me
Within the warm and welcoming spirit, in there, dwells she.
 And, today, I accept non-other.
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So, progressing and moving towards her;
 Over, the cliff of doubt, rapidly grabbing her hem, I aim.
Because, after carefully, considering your treacherous, pains,
There, in her grace ~ I seek her, safe harbor
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I choose faith, that which, I cannot see. 
 
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The “God” that I believe in is probably not yours. But, you’ve spoken your madness for years, now it’s our

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.

Grabbing Heaven

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

My Unconscious Dream

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.

The Matrix Dogmatic Force

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.

Binary Codes and Imaginations

www.facebook.com/100005155981795/posts/1819678428214006/

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 Has A Message

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

Traveling With Friends

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.

January 6, 2021

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

Times and CompassesBy BoJenn

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.

The Elohim

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.

An Odd Holloweed Poem

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

Nite nite

BoJenn @bojenn

My backyard converted into graphic art

Thee Simple Huge War

By BoJenn

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…

Cite:

Judy Masters BCDNM, Bach Practitioner .Trinity School of Natural Health. History Part 2. (N.D.). Retrieved 8.4.202o

BetaPeople. (No known author). The contents of this page are sourced from Wikipedia article on 10 Apr 2020. The contents are available under the CC BY-SA 4.0 license. Retrieved 8.4.2020.
https://peoplepill.com/people/benedict-lust/

The Bliss
By BoJenn

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…

References:

@anima mundi herbals (N.D.) retrieved 8.6.2020
https://animamundiherbals.com/products/chaga-mushroom

Part 3
We Need A Savior

BoJenn

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 …

Part 4

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

A Poem For Robert Ray: NDE observations

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.

BoJenn
3.2020.

Interview with Lisa Jones: My Death Experience

Good morning!

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.

@ https://www.facebook.com/lisajonespodcast/

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

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/exploring-death/id1281099732?i=1000466746658

A few years ago, but in the afterlife, this is who I saw,as me.

My Rough Draft For Rey Hernandez

Bonnie Gay Jennings

DOB 10.09.1952 New Orleans, La, USA

Death Tyler, Tx February 8, 2019 and rebirth February 9, 2019.

I use this picture of me because this is who and what I looked like while in my afterlife experience.
Me at age 60.

My account of the supernatural experiences that I’ve had throughout my life. These are the highlights that I remember best. Also, please keep in mind that when I agreed to put this paper together, I knew that I had gone without oxygen during my death experience. So, I’ve done the best that I can do and recall. I think that I did well in remembering.

This is an account of some of my unconscious and possibly lucid wakeful journeys that I have adventured in my 67 years of living. And to add, one was my greatest exploration. That was actually dying from an asthma attack brought on by the flu vaccine in the year 2019.

However for now, I will begin with birth. October 9, 1952, New Orleans, La, USA. Oocephalus was in the Eastern sky that October and it led me to the now of my life.

I was the child of a mechanical engineer, who had been in The Air Force during WWII and employed later by Morton-Thiokol making missiles, rockets and ammunition. My mother was a bookkeeper-accountant. The family was rigidly run, and festively lived. From 0 to 5 years of age we moved 4 to 5 times. By 6 years of age we settled into a town in East Texas and lived in the home my father built. This is when I remembered things. Odd experiences. And, honestly, I grew up believing that all people had similar oddities. I was naive.

This is a blog about my father and his Project Blue Book acquaintances in the early 1960’s, I believe as I was 6 or 7ish and that was 60 years ago.

https://bonniegjennings.blog/2017/05/29/emmett-eckles-jennings/

I won’t go into the long version, but will touch on his sightings and my experiences that we had then.

UFO and ET experiences: 1959- 2020

Father x 2 encounters, a trip to Washington DC to be debriefed, and a visit to our home in East Texas by The Project Blue Book Debunkers x 2. Early 1960’s and mid 1970’s. His encounter was they circled him in brightly colored ships at a launch sight where they were testing missiles in Karnak, TX. He took pictures of the lights as they surrounded him. The pictures were confiscated by Washington; however, he gave me a rock that had special qualities. The rock is now missing. My father died in 1983 and was a Senior engineer at Morton-Thiokol at the time of his death.

This is a blog about my father and his Project Blue Book acquaintances in the early 1960’s, I believe as I was 6 or 7ish and that was 60 years ago.

https://bonniegjennings.blog/2017/05/29/emmett-eckles-jennings/

Me: My ET or alien encounters began. I was 6 to 7 years of age, and was in my bedroom alone during the middle of the night. They were tall (to a child looked like giants) but were probably 6-7 ft tall, cloaked in dark cloaks of a fabric that was not recognized. Heavy material, dark if not black. Faces were not seen by me as I was petrified. They told me to shut up. Be quiet. Don’t move and stay out of their way. They left my room and seemed to walk down the hall towards the back of the house where my father was. I am assuming and don’t know that for certain. In later years, I assumed they were visiting him because he engineered ammunition. They were not loving nor friendly creatures.

Daughter: 2011, My daughter shared her childhood experiences staying in my bedroom when we came from South Florida to Texas for visits. She sees the same entities in my bedroom when she is the same age as I was when I had my first encounters. She’s 6 or 7 and had never told me about meeting them. We compared notes and drawings of them. She was braver than I and looked at their eyes. She said they were threatening and mean. Their eyes were red. They told her they were going to bury her little brother, my youngest child.

Moving forward on my timeline to the release of the movie, The Exorcist. I was then a young twenties woman. I was never raised in a church though I was christened an Episcopalian so this movie was interesting. It opened my doors of freedom to speak of some feelings and understandings that I simply knew. Such as spiritual beings and experiences I’d had known. Mostly dark souls or beings latched on to me. I became a Christian and learned necessary warfare. I partook in exorcisms, one with a Catholic priest and several with charismatic Christians. Since then, I left behind that particular faith system, but some of my most extinguished soulful guests came through then. One in particular happenstance was a Jewish friend. She and I went to see The Exorcist and after this event went to our knees and accepted Jesus Christ. It was a few years later that she would go through severe “mental illness” and it was as if her head turned around while on her shoulders as she screamed at me while kicking my pregnant body in the womb. The year was 1983 and at a later time, she stole my car and undressed herself at a restaurant. The police grabbed her and admitted her into a psychiatric hospital. She admitted there using my name. What a mess it was to straighten out.

My years as a “Christian” I pretty much burned everything that I had that identified me to the occult. Many years passed by (30) and I was lost for the real me. In 1998, I gave up my title of being a “Christian.”

Ka-boom! The other side broke out and I had a better idea of how to handle them and was no longer intimidated but curious. After all, the religious world takes away from experiencing the energies that desperately need to scream or whisper their stories.

Ghosts

Hello! And here they came.

Ghost one:

My father. 1983. I will not go into this event, but he came one morning to let me know that he was sorry. He asked for forgiveness. Recently I went to his grave and asked him if he was happy and okay. He immediately showed me the graves of two army soldiers. One had just died and must have been in Afghanistan, yet my father pointed out his grave.

Ghost two

My first male memorable entity was in 2001. He appeared and the. Left in 2004 when we moved. He was an angry guy and a previous owner per the local Baptist minister. It all began with the man looking at me through my mirror and I mistook him for my neighbor. I ran outside to meet the new neighbor when I noticed that he pulled into his driveway. He wore a red ball cap just like the dude in my mirror and I introduced myself and tried to explain to no avail. This entity became more aggressive as time passed and when my ex husband got the transfer to move to Texas this man ghost attacked me one day when I was lying on my floor after yoga exercise. He used some kind of a force and pushed my glass coffee table on top of me. He threw a cross hanging on the wall across the room several times. He was mad. There’s more to this story, but it’s not anything that needs talking about.

Ghost three

I was in Louisiana at a friends house. She went out and I vacuumed her floor. While I was working, I had a strong urge to write a letter to my friend from her deceased mother whose picture was on the wall seemingly beckoning me to deliver a message. So I did. I don’t know if my friend believed my abilities to stand in as a medium but I knew that this was real. I felt the love from someone else and I had the goosebumps.

Ghost four

In Texas a year later, I was with my friend whom is now deceased and we were driving in my car. There was a horrific car accident in front of us. We had to stop. A young woman’s life was lost at the scene and she came to stay with me for awhile. In fact, we resembled each other. She was obese and I wasn’t; however, when I saw her face, I saw myself as a young woman. Oddly, my son was visiting the next Christmas and he saw me in the living area decorating the tree even though, I was at work. He has the gift too. I finally had to ask her to leave. She did.

Ghost five

My best friend died in 2009. Now her visit to me was extraordinary. She didn’t loose her sense of humor nor playing jokes on people. She played many on me including stealing my hearing aides. Yes, I left them on the kitchen counter one night before going to bed. I live alone. When I awakened the next morning, they were gone. She hid them from me for three months. They returned after I told her it was time to go. And there they were on the kitchen counter just where I left them, three months earlier. This story is in depth and very dramatic. Before I go into depths with it, I want to make sure that I have the room within my assignment. I will come back later to chat about her extended stay.

Ghost six

My mother passed in May 2011. He visit was also extensive and trying at times. It seems she carried with her some frustrations and angers associated to me. I also have my own that we’ve wrestled with from over there and here. This story is also one with layers and depth. I will not go into it anymore.

*** please understand that talking about them awakens part of them and any unfinished business is often rehashed and they no longer reason like a human being. Some of their hostilities can grow if there were any outstanding arguments left bare and unforgiven. ****

Ghost seven

My friend’s father passed one summer. The night he went forward, he came to visit me in Texas. In the middle of the night he awakened me by shaking my arm. “Get up! I have to tell you something!” So, I got up and followed him into the den. He floated to the ceiling and corner and said, “I’ve gone, but I wanted to stop by to say good-bye. I have many people to visit. I’ll see you later.” He had a huge smile covering his face. He was delightful and happier than I’d ever seen him. Puff…gone.

Ghosts eight and so forth…

Channeling

There are other littler recollections; however, ghosts can be pushy. They don’t recognize your needs to sleep nor your need for rest because you must work the next day. Nope. I have since said, “no, I don’t want to. Thank you.” It get wearisome and tiring when entertaining them

I wrote a novel from 2009 through 2015. During the writing, all the characters came to me and became extremely friendly. There were times that I was wearing their personalities and their emotions. I was unable to decipher theirs and mine. So, I enjoy writing, but I no longer want to entertain all the characters in a book.

Yes, I can channel, but for the same reasons why I don’t want to be a medium, the same holds true for channeling characters.

On the topic of ghosts, I no longer am interested in being entertained by ghosts and that is because they are all consuming and life takes on their characters or I should say, they overtake life and are impolite regarding courtesy and consideration for the person they visit or medium. When writing a novel, the soul becomes bigger than remembered and determining what’s real or what emotions are the mediums and what are the ghosts must be clarified often. So, because it takes a great deal of emotional energies, I choose to stay away if I can these days.

Photographing UFO 🛸

Since childhood I’ve had a fascination with our skies

In 2014 my sky and camera became ultra connected. I find photographing UFO’s easy. I will include some at the end of my report.

My south side of my home. This is super blown up and was moving slowly mid afternoon on July 3 or 4th East Tx, USA 🇺🇸

I have more and these are a few of my cellphone captures

Photographing phenomena

I will post my pictures of a dragon coming from my bonfire in my backyard 2012, springtime.

My dragon

Chemtrails over my backyard Tyler, Texas

These are chemtrails over my backyard.

Fairly recent

Astral Projections

We’ve, my entire family, has projected ourselves all over the place. The one I remember most was flying my I’ll mother and her friend who had cancer on my spaceship to be healed on another planet. Very vivid experience. And, I found there on the other planet systems that she was to far gone. The cancer was progressing rapidly. She died a short time later. My mother died about 5 years later in 2011..

NDE or Death Experiences

And now, I will present to you my NDE or Death Experience.

February 8, 2019 2230-1200 midnight

I Died

My blog about my death experience. Please note that my blog about my NDE would not copy and paste. This is THE MOST IMPORTANT part of my story.

Please let me know if I need to upload it section by section. Thank you, as I can do this if needed.

Everything that I have written or am telling you is or are my absolute truths. I will take a polygraph if need be. Thank you for reading, and pondering. I am open for questions.

My email that is best to reach me is:

Jennings.bonnie1952@gmail.com

https://bonniegjennings.blog/2020/01/02/rough-draft-my-nde/

My after death experience was illuminating to say it mildly and I am not sure why I was shown so much. I sometimes wonder if I showed up unexpectedly, or was I on a job interview for the space department of other dimensions of beings. ETs.

Once again, my death experience is the most important part of my experience. I met ETs while there.

The Transporter or commonly known as
The Death Angel
The Cleansing Pool
My Guide
The Life Source. It looks like a plump, large vacuum hose.
Notice the being who is now in “the void.” That being is cut off from the life source and it has entered another dimension. That dimension starts with nothingness and will grow into their or your beliefs and teachings
This is a brighter version of the life source. The life source is everything that pertains to times (plural) and life anywhere. All living, carbons, atoms, and molecular structures are within the source. The disconnected are no longer attached.
This is a cross section of the l8fe source. Everything alive is within this vacuum of lights, energies, imaginations, creations, stories, plants, animals, water, fluids, foods, atmospheres, clocks, religions, beliefs, mythologies, equations, quantum’s, etc etc etc… All movements, all energies, all materials: earths, winds, fires, fluids
Etc.

My Comments to a question:

What you must understand is that in an actual death experience, the “spirit” or life sustainer unlocks from the body thus separating it from the Earth atmosphere and time. The “spirit” as I saw it from the outside is a vacuum tube. It’s that color from the outside. Life is then ended. Separated and not bound by time, thoughts, memories and has quickly fading very distant memories of this place.

So what I am saying is this, they can’t be compared due to the vacuum of life connection. OBEs are still attached to the “spirit” or vacuum.

I also

Have OBEs almost nightly, and they are fabulous experiences; however, they are connected to the mind that it attached via the vacuum of life, “the spirit,” so there’s a difference.

Also I want to say, when people talk about seeing lights and the tunnels etc… they are still inside the vacuum. Once outside of it’s plugged in state, it is independent of the living state of mind. After the tunnel and lights, comes perhaps the void and then the other side. I was on that side.

Okay.. thank you. I have been contemplating this idea and thoughts and yesterday I was given the pictures of what takes place..

Anyway thank you for your questions and ideas.

Honestly, it’s (information) pouring on me right now. The images of a “Disney” resort or -ark comes to my mind and this resembles living, life, actions, movements, fears, joys, rests, exhilarations, people, friendships, acquaintances, moments of loneliness, etc .. food, drinks, bathrooms, sleeping somewhere… etc, etc, etc…

The actual death experience is seeing this taking place. It is also the knowledge of the behind the scenes shadows, and working areas. It is a knowledge of what is going on behind the scenes that all humans and life is apart of. And graciously, quietly, peacefully one salutes the emotional gift of life and says thank you for the opportunity, but now… it’s something else. And off you go… into your imaginative story.

My summary of my life events are absolutely curious for me. I don’t know why I was included in their (ETs) earthly works or plans, but I was and still am. Daily, since my death experience, I receive new messages. Some are more relevant to to mankind and some are for personal reasons. It seems that when I am focused on my NDE or Death Experience, the revelations unfold rapidly. They (the ETs) seem to give it to me in doses that I can handle and often I have to walk away from all of it, but the curiosity, brings me back.

We humans are involved in their projects and I am uncertain about what the projects are.

My question is this… are we as glorified as we believe or are we simply part of their game? I don’t know. All I know is that I am one of their pawns, so to speak. I think that I’m good, but in the end, will they judge me worthy? I don’t know.

I suppose that I sound negative to some, but I must say that we need to keep our wits about our future, our states of beings, and learn and do their missions for us. We are truly beyond our wildest imaginations and are pieces of a gigantic puzzle. Our goal is/are to keep moving and going in a way that seems positive for ourselves.

The last thing they (the ETs) told me when I returned to my life on Earth was to love. Love unconditionally. Because love is the only “glue” that holds things together on Earth.

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.

This is it. To the best of my abilities, I have given my stories in truth.

Bonnie Gay Jennings or my literary author name BoJenn

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Someone Asked Me What The Angel of Death Looked Like

The Death Angel, commonly known as, but in truth its The Transportation is more grayish-blue and it does have light sparkles within the deep colors. I sat in it’s illuminating shadows for many days, and all was totally well.
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My NDE February 2019

The Death Angel
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