Thinking and Pondering – Mimsi Flowers and Notions

A Poem For Robert Ray: NDE observations

March 8, 2020December 8, 2020 BojennLeave a comment

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.

The Little Lives of Clouds

May 14, 2019May 15, 2019 BojennLeave a comment

The feathered white pheasant’s tail was broken yet she flew anyway

And on the horizon swooping low was the mouth of the dragon

Yelling and pointing, “Go South!” Pleasant friend rigorously showing the way

Yet smoother than vanilla ice cream drifted the angel fairies just enjoying the day

All is well by the looks of the spectacular blue skies! What humans think 🤔

And the people in the clouds roll their eyes in utter quandary at thoughts of beings

A sigh is heard from the leader. Pausing breathes and pulses from the cloud kingdom

Just waiting for the Moon 🌚 and not being seen to loudly or heard silently, but dreaming realities of Tolkien an TS Eliot

Can’t wait to show Jacob about this world above our heads and inside our hearts that leaves one day when we become mankind.

I love you Jacob… Mimsi Never loose your imagination

Beliefs, Verbiage We Use, Freedom, Open Your Door

July 10, 2018November 27, 2020 BojennLeave a comment

Perspectives about how life works and occurs for humans and animals and living cells are different for all humans. Every person has a different concept of their belief system unless that dogma as been hammered into a soul over time, and presently governs that person. For example phrases in conversation like “Praise the Lord!” Or “Bless you,” and “I’ll pray for you,” are judged by the circle of the congregation of “Believers.” Also, the New Age Yoga word, “Namaste,” follows another type of believer who feels their need to express their beliefs and so that word, too, becomes a word meant for dogmatic control and protection from an offensive adversity.

The point I am making is this: We become so easily swayed/manipulated because we desire and want rulership and/or governorship by a “King,” or a dogmatic belief that says we are accepted, loved and fit into the large scope of the kingdom of people.

Is it possible to think outside these rules that govern the above and ask questions? Is it possible that we are driven to the place of DOGMA for a reason?

Is it possible, now ask yourself “possible” that we are controlled by ideas, rules, thoughts, sayings, words, phrases, magnetic energies of one, that govern us in such away. It is from somewhere else our designated and herded lives and circumstances assigns to our lives rewards with wealth or poverty. We accept this as truth and do not cross over the lines drawn in the invisible sands in less we are atheist and believe that only we ourselves control the universe or our surroundings.

We are afraid to ask this force or question the intentions of familiarity to a religion or political group or any ideology because of the fear of going to hell or dying a horrific death or being cast out of a society.

I write this above because my story of events are based on the above dogmatic beliefs, fears and control. I want you to know that I serve a loving God who is supportive of me personally and is happy when I go beyond the lines drawn in invisible vague old rotten shells and sands.

My next story will be about my childhood experiences with my father, a mechanical engineer, who designed missiles, rockets, ammunition, and had encounters of the third and fourth kind in the late 1950’s, 60, and 70’s. From his experiences came mine. Perhaps this is the reason I am able to photograph odd flying images. Or UFOs 🛸

The Evening Eleanor Arrived By Bonnie Jennings

‘With a radiant warm smile the woman said, “Finally we get to meet. I am Eleanor, Ms. Catherine Dubois. Oh for five-hundred-years, I’ve waited for this moment.”‘

June 17, 2017January 10, 2018 Bojenn2 Comments

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How Eleanor came to visit me one stormy night is a story that succeeded another story of mystery and intrigue. The story thus became Cat Dubois’ Odyssey to Enchantment.

It was early fall and the first chill came that evening as the sheets of rain fell. Cat starred out the back windows simply mesmerized by the shears of wind and rain. She was cold, lonely and worried. The dreaded fears of the future somehow aligned itself with the deluge of water and her life appeared like the rain that ran off into the creek. Her tears could fill that stream that sat next to the eery woods behind her home. She prayed all the prayers that anyone could. Her Hope dimmed like the candles that burned next to her. And then, the electricity turned off. A transformer must have been hit. She threw a log into the fireplace and poured another glass of Cabernet.

Ka-Boom! The bolts were over her home. Flashes of lights were all around. The electric sky put on a show. A limb snapped in the woods. Wrapping a blanket around herself, she watched outside. She took another sip of the red warming wine. As she started to turn away, something caught her attention. Something unusual was going on back there.

“What’s that?” Cat whispered. There were swirling leaves and lights in the middle of her focus. “What the hell?” She intently stared now. The stirring of wind, leaves and sparks twenty feet from where she stood, caused her to stand back. She came forward and looked again.

“There is a woman,” Cat gasped.

Eleanor’s feet touched the ground in the middle of the puddles. Kaboom’s popped. Her hand grasped an umbrella. The woman didn’t seem a bit concerned about the conditions. She simply walked above the water towards the back porch.

There she shook the umbrella out, then sat it by the back door as it opened mysteriously, and said, “Put some tea on dear. We have work to do.”

Cat’s mouth dropped open, she said, Okay. She couldn’t decide if this event was good or evil; although, the woman was eccentric and that character trait, Cat felt compelled to entertain. She was a bit wary of an English woman. Strangely, She didn’t ring the front doorbell, nor knock like regular people do. She just appeared. Oh Lord, I’ve lost my mind.

The plump woman said to Cat in an old English brogue while standing at the backdoor, “Dear, if you’re going to fight devils, you will need help. Supernatural help. Never fight them alone.” She straightened out her clothes, walked inside and looked for the couch. On it, she plopped. “Get your pen and pad of paper. You’re going to write a story and I’m going to help you.”

Cat having few words ~ said, “All right. I will get them and the tea. What type of tea do you prefer?”

“My own,” and from her tote The woman brought out her stash of herbal delights. “Here smell this one. Get a cup for yourself, as well dear.”

Okay. After all, how do you say no to a delusion that manifested? And so, Cat sat two teacups down on the coffee table. She looked at the woman and paused before speaking, then said, “By the way, my name is Cat. Cat Dubois. What’s yours?”

With a radiant warm smile the woman said, “Finally we get to meet. I am Eleanor, Ms. Catherine Dubois. Oh for five-hundred-years, I’ve waited for this moment.”

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