Father’s Day Coitus

Bittersweet memories, of Him and me… Fading glances through foggy lenses, accumulations, through time on the minds of scared little ones now grown up enough to know better than their mistreatments would have them believe, allowing empathy in to soften the blow that masculinity from generations before practiced on their children.  Spanks and lashes upon maturing psyches, understands, and bodies, with sprinkles of expressions of love that fought hard to come out, but the words never quite made it out.  Generations before, caught up within their own personal wars, and raising combatants in their ranks that question authority.

Worlds of differences, within heads separated by years of lessons, previous corrupted views, and social conditionings that constantly change while older positions refuse to accept newer judgements that show its aging structures and beliefs, questioning moral fibers and commitments to break or follow rules that stifle growing up little kids that don’t want any conversions, just freedoms.

Alas, Fathers were stifled from father’s before them, and just dishing out what’s proven inside of them, to unleash upon his loved ones, for better, or worse, and  after death departs the physicality, but remains the memories, forevermore, to grind and weigh-in on the participants they’ve bared. Masculinity takes its course out on innocence, while current feminine watches on the sidelines, ready to further coitus the Sol of true meanings of words, such as bad or good, and whom gets to ingrain that perception others…until they’re able to grow out of it.



Confused Mothers

Shots ring out again, as tears begin again to notice outside events that personally affect them and their families. Living among serial killers, and never considering it…and I’m told these are sensitive peoples (what a farce of hypocritical finger-pointers). Killers, living with their Mothers, who don’t understand them now, but did before, or so they assumed, until now, when playing comes outside to play with hearts and minds for real…in shopping malls, sanctuaries, and schools.

Offspring being committed full-time into Gamers at early ages, because that type of babysitting is better…in their mothers’ minds, anyway.  Meanwhile, in the background, news yells, pointing out immigrants, other races, and political feuds. Oh well, time for dinner…fast food again, to feed bellies, not heads. Okay, long enough to be together, break away on your own now to be with what keeps them away from each other…

If such a mass existence is filled with moms and dads who don’t understand what they are feeding their children, and killing them in classrooms and public places, why outlaw their guns?  They maintain a lifestyle that bore little children into doing the killing, of others not of their skin color.  While prejudical parents and children masters today’s world… reflections end up outside.

The Song Remains the Same

kept within preachings, parenting, schooling, and politicized propogandized news and government military complexes whom get paid to keep it this way.  So what and who will parents and politicians attempt to outlaw now, and lock up?

Empaths are Being squeezed out of this world…it’s nonsensical to believe in such an existence as this that continually plays out and never ends. Why blame the children, when they’re killing what society points out… immigrants, and Others not of US.

As Darkness Falls, and Lies…

Spirit stays fallen in most, but always seeking wings and light as the Deep cripples the truth staging coups as they usually do, under each political eye that really aren’t different from each other afterall.  The Right and Left build their walls and beliefs veiled in backdoor comprised representations from bodies void of Spark, now comforted by dark forces that keeps wars rumored and alters news to propogandize their views to the mass. It was only a matter in their time, that spying on all other nations would eventually lead to a surveyance state of it’s own citizenry.  Fear of dissents keeps more than fifty percent of taxes to keep the military complex armed and seeking more combatants in space, their final frontier to rape, pillage, and corrupt at our monitary expense and to the next axis of evil they caused or invented to bring in imperialism democratically, via their latest coup success or attempt that births fanatics who object to integration into a system that lies for its existence.

Meanwhile, the mass unwind their minds from daily grinds with daily propoganda from so-called news outlets that are co-conspirators, using talking points, opinions, and theories to spin allegations into political directions that their audience agrees to crucify the latest infidel they invented, and their jury commits to enemies of Patriots. Now that’s entertainment!

When do human thoughts and minds rest, and start their day mentally centered, as views, news, and lives get scewed by governmental and institutional liars while citizens are just attempting to keep their families’ housed, fed, and in the black, but usually end up in the red, or worries of the next bills that need to be paid through their pennants.

With such larger pictures going on, One barely notices the false witness among them… The daughter’s other half, inventing and spreading lies and rumors to all listeners that bend an ear towards personal propoganda attacks, rumored to start battles within the ranks of workers and wherever their tongues may repeat the process, of convicting an innocent…without ever knowing them…only what they hear, from a condemned man that attacks the backs of other humans they deem not like them.

Forgiving, but not forgotten brings empathy in to cut the chords that attach no more, to families, mass, or state sponsored characters whom witness all others, and treat themselves as the exception… hypocrisy lives among us, disguised, in darkness, until their lies add up to bury them alive in their poisoned fruits, rotting at their core.

All fun and games for bullying until someone gets hurt, and giving a scarlett letter to another, but not out in the open for all eyes to see…typical, rumors of whores. Immoral humans, not acting, but pretending to be what you see.  While the truth of the original sin is spewed out by lips that lie behind backs of oblivious intuitions, then hide in plain sight with christian beliefs and masculinity that doesn’t like girls, cept as lessers.

Sol consolation is that the Others will be awaiting him now, to snatch upon leaving this physical plane, “with gnashing teeth…”.  Fate lends a hand, while making One endure and suffer justice and injustice simultaneously.  The false witness birthed and bore the story, and the way it played out. So why do the innocent suffer, either way…

Always darkened others, usually self-professed christians,  pulling One into their stories, with fabrications and inuendos to keep lies alive and ears wanting more dirt that was never there in the first place, until invented by the profiteers.

People get off, or attempt to raise themselves as they lower Others’ views of another not in their clan.  Is this jealousy, pride of self, or stroking ego’s at an innocence’ expense?  Seems they have differing reasons for calling and falling further into psychological and moralities of dying. Living, off lies, peddles notions and fabrications into prejudices that have no previous reason for consideration or existence within others, now turned juries and executioner, built on gossip and thrown out for approval, by spiritual heretics.







Whip marks occur, as lessons are served, up to loved ones outside of the One that doesn’t deserve any of the suffering that comes from the marks made to bare the cross upon the Ones that scar the flesh and flames that won’t go out, until first, aid, then treatment…of the patient One.  Life-changing waves have been placed into the universe, that alters physicalities, moves mountains, alters realities and futures, without anyone knowing it… to loved ones whom paths have now been altered, and changed forever, whether loved ones come to understand it, or knot.

Oblivious to the plight of another, or forgetting to arrive on the scene of One cast out, discards the empaths’ need to exist, or work within such a structure that does not recognize, or care for its existence, or works.  Observer weighs in, to offer a tissue paper that dries eyes but stops the flow that’s causing hurt to it’s carrier.  Feelings no longer grow, where Spirit is refrained from fully expressing its Self, and left waiting in the aisle, until its due-date had long passed…left standing alone, and wondering why people keep containing, putting a lid or label on, or bullying a Spark that never goes out.

Minding its own, and owning it’s works, Spark expresses and leaves impressions, and loving intentions.  Abstaining from harm to others, self-gratification, and gutter thinking, seems to bring out the masculinity in others that many clearly evidence, but never possess centered…

The rest in us will continually be tested, from perspectives in others that have no current vision, of nurturing Ones amongst them, that souly desire, to support loved and friendly ones, who allow Ones to keep playing and wondering, rather than stifling their playground… wonder of a child… is matured, stopped, given up, lost, enhanced, or forgotten.  But some of us never came in after curfew…nor have forgotten, what it is to remain in the heart of a child 🙏



Sending Intentions

As time is perceived, long gaps have occurred since minds were full of a Loved one that now cries out from afflictions to Ones that have lapsed their hearts, minds, of their awareness, busy about their lives nurturing other loved ones and making strides towards daily tasks, goals, and endeavors, when a cry out from the past reminds us what slipped out of our heart…with all the busy-bee-ing and running around.   

Dearest ones, out of sight and mind, turn into passing thought waves from inside-out, to holidays and get-togethers, that slow down the pace, to make space, in hearts and minds that are filled with business and priorities, and who we make time to stop for…to love…fill our hearts…and help bring blissful stabilization to emotional rollercoasters that we ride throughout life.  And come to a complete stop, before we unbuckle and remove ourSelves from outside tracks that rail us away from Loved ones… that hurt, suffer, and weaken their structures… bodies that aren’t what they used to be, and tolls that make it’s frailty into a patient’s suffering.

But true Love always comes through… matters, such as distance and disconnect, are tables easily turned over by Lovers…  Empathy, consideration, and feelings steer the driver to the destination you really never left in the first place…home, is the heart…when and where we embrace the deepest spaces in us, and warm those who raise our hearts in-return, when see them, or think of them, and keep them.

Returns, reminders, and life’s unwinders bring the heart back to a steady beat, that’s deeper, from now-on, and true to its recipients, that You have enough Love to flow through all of them… close, far, in daily routines, or out of the blue… Nurturing is endlessly given, but never runs out, from a Love poured out onto another loved one.

Blessings and prayers of peace and love go out, friends sending your way to swell inner strength, stamina, and convictions… that support you, your heart, body and soul, to carry the load you now bare out for Loved ones that no longer miss you, but embrace your Love, and carry your hearts’ desires out to be with them…while the rest of us hold your heart where it may never leave, or be missed…inside us, until your return.

Little ones, with small conceptions of larger perceptions…love, and hearts do not leave where comforted, held, and snuggled up. Only their bodies come and go, as feelings may not be contained in people, places, or things.  Once the heart is captured, the absence of its giver does not skip a beat, only its receivers degree of faith in your hearts embrace when its carrier isn’t there in-person, to speak the evidence left behind, of a love always open to memorialize and bring two hearts together, when bodies can’t be.  Receivers forget that they were given love forevermore, with strings left attached to always send more when needed. And Givers leave pieces of their heart all-around, always seeking fullfillment and content from a bottomless source of warmness that hearts give out, to loved ones.






Rainy daze

Rain pours down on snow capped mountains and valleys below elevations that freeze what lands above them, to nurture growth below such heights of mass stature that cuddle, and help beings survive the extreme elements weathered into previous tranquil scenes to change scenarios in All who listen to sense what flows through the current climate.  Working below the scenes, to enhance natural abilities to grow in Sparks who grow in it, not of it.  Surviving winters’ body, and thriving in Spirit to realize omniportance to realize what you really are… a human in bondage, a successful materialist, spirit humanized into the subconcious’ seat, or an aware that’s contained in physicalities that continually whip the psyche of such combatants not going-along with ancestral and extra-terrestrial lines and missions… trans, by definition, in molecular structure mutations.   why must an outside source always be higher, more spiritually developed, and possess more knowledge than we… Empath checks in, “to recruit followers”.  There exists no greater heights or knowledge than within Ones’ owned sensing, when not feeling personal sensations or other entities eying our intentions and personal development.

From rain drizzles to isolated thunderstorms that crash down, flooding streets, trees, and lands, All will affect us in one way, or another, especially when they dry-up.  Hints, and allegations, from another Source, claiming there’s only One.  That may be for your resonance, then, the huddled mass that follows such beliefs from what little ones deem higher… Best wishes on your way home. Why did you leave, if home in heaven is from where you were drawn and quartered from into a reality that causes bondage and suffering…seems masochistic, to some of us. You chose this life, as a mission, from your higher self, and overSol?  Keep repeating, and living a life that goes to comfort itself in the stars when its body dies, after the mission is complete… One can’t makeup stories such as this perception, given by alien and religious scholars, sold in books and movements.  To conclude, assumptions lead some to stay mentally positive, to raise the vibration of the planet, so they may “go home” someday to join their God Source, the same entity in which alien and religious “wisdom” was concocted and resides, and help others believe in your faith? From preachers…of old school, new age, from another dimension, or through wars to burn fanatics…Sirius ly? rinse, soak, repeat…these lines are always used, updated, and repeated to different crowds, followers, and generations.  Has mass consciousness matured to higher realms since this trash-talk was invented…seems to One that wars and rumors of wars have evidenced different outcomes than prescribed, for as long as most of us have been alive…keep preaching, and repeating…has to come true eventually…

Ascended masters that don’t help others, alien abductors that twist words and dna, biblical transgressors and governments that evidence blasphemy and hypocrisy, or repeaters…the Messiah is not coming… “he” is at-hand, within, rising to arise, or knot…and is not a he, but beyond such notions and potions of differences in the sexes, but in the none of being a gender identity.  No waiting, following, nor believing… concentrate on their teachings, and disregard truths. Not hidden in parables, or pre-history told by liars. Higher Ones, don’t hide truths or themselves. Truth does not require digging for it, nor following another’s.

Truth is You. Nothing else is.  All outside one is perceptions, fragments, and lies.  This is why each “be lieve” (be life) different ly.  Resonance is a feeling, a sense, don’t stay there. It’s a leader, not a follower, don’t join. Build, rebuild, destroy…you. Life is your owned, possessed, obsessed, reaching, and rejecting unholy mess that doesn’t need to be saved or delivered.  Be you.  no make up or faces to put on, to play out with others, then take off when you get back home from a night-out.  We are home. Suffering, conquering, failing, loving, and hating every moment that changes directions, emotions, and lives that dreamt things would be different, somehow.  You are your highest Self, like it, or knot. Floating around in your dreams, constantly mentally anguishing, or praying for more.

If repeating is necessary….repeat this internally…”why do gods, aliens, demons, popes, politicians, propoganda, or other entities want to possess us, or get our agreement?”  (spark is jailed, no longer to be your Self, but what you’ve been made to believe in, someone else’s Self now to help build and maintain their structure, not yours)

Umbrellas never open when inspiration and potential growth is freely given from above, from clouds that rain down our cheeks, and drown any previous thoughts keeping the mind busy.  Drips run down the face, while rain soaks the hair, and runs onto lips, dripping into a mouth that swallows parts the torrent, into tastes that cleanse previous darkness.  Spring cleaning is upon us, and it starts within… growing up, and out, not to be stunted in growths, by outside or Deep players that are signing up agreements, and contracts.








Mother Natures’ Pagans

The eighth day of a Pagan’s new year, May day to most, begins on the stroke of twelve, on their calendar 2019.  Resurrected honouring Her on the third day (adding twelve). This cycle is a third time cycle…look in the past to figure out futures occurring themes.

Eleven is the vibration that completes the rising, and falling of the Sun, above and below and inside ones frequency to emit higher thoughts than last year. Empathetic Pagans catch a drift from Her mental imprint that All is well and brewing above and below the surface of materialists that keep going about their normal routines to get further ahead in their falling behinds.  Nature is removed, or was never allowed-in, or considered an energy source to draw upon by self-professed co-creators that destroy and plunder their psyche, until their Spirit is not of theirs, but man-made, into structures, beliefs, buildings, and systems that wind up to clog humans’ brain to remain in physical and ideological appearances  and success-driven promotions to worship  bodies and altered states of consciousness, removed of natural abilities, transformed into an artificial intellegence.  some now complain that AI may take-over mankind…when it already has, spiritually.

Eleven demands higher than dwelling in beliefs, so Earth will raise their awareness, by confounding them with events meant to coitus institutional scientific foundations, the information controllers, that spread what they lie into books, foundations, and society.  Prophets and Channelers begin to cry again, as their books predicted the end…sooner, or later, here we go again.  Note, these discarnates are voices and concoctions in heads, relayed within two-party opinions, mixed in truths.  There’s two or more in their frequency, so who interprets the messages through opinionated declarations when one eradicates the other.

Dreamers, who’ve never remembered them until now, visit un-grounded humans’ heads, increasing opinions and unfounded allegations that keep spinning zones that profit from followings of ascended masters, that exclude feminine peers.  Don’t they ascend too, or is this a boys only club that looks down on humans being trafficked?  Cycles aren’t observed by mortals, when following beliefs that lead to the evidence, and facts may be interpreted, as truth is in their beholdings…scewed by occult forces, veiled to blind perceptions’ obsession with proving their suspicions.  Intuition evades locks and flashlights on such findings…not of we. 

Tricksters are preying on meditations, and prayers are Being-answered by suicide pacts, that only serve their masters’ interests.  Alignments are not in the stars, but in spaces that begin as a transmission, and graduates to drive the engine of the human.  Why will so many be driven, indoctrinated in other ways, or commit their Selves… to a pre-ordained destiny that uses them…

As the destroyer in some dissolves masculine foundations built by others, co-creators continue blindly building veils to disguise larger perceptions, that they carry-on with, keep digging, or piggyback to their logic… procrastinating higher consciousness.  Heretics are guarding their incarcerations, and passing on keys given to them that provides release, as they’re not trying to break out of the mold that casts them, but to unrest All others who don’t follow their leads.

Clouds etch the skies, as darker contrasts, like a substance leaking out of a bottle, spilling in the atmosphere to drift by and condense and join into differing forms as it plays out in the sky to mix with the rest, all drifting by at different speeds, levels, and forms.  The Observer doesn’t feel, nor conclude… white, puffy clouds and darker, thin ones remain clouds of differing degrees that float around.  The white puff doesn’t carry more weight than darker ones, and mixtures commingle to start their own new race. Channels, or focus to one conglomerate doesn’t clear the entire sky, but gives perspectives from one stacked deck, that sees sin in the rest of the clouds around who don’t  enjoin them…. the Observer sees obstructions to clear, blue skies, compromised by cloud’s intentions. And focused entities with judgements, rather than Higher beings. Remember, Fallen are also helped up by strangers, angels, and demons from beyond sight.  Empaths weigh in gently, the lesser of two evils is no different a choice than the highness of realms and entities in other dimensions. They’re all still just clouds drifting by…some call out to obscure clear, blue skies and not raise but lower physical conditions of the channel.  Lowering the depth of our survival to attractions of an intended conscious. 

Shade the Sun,

The Sol always remains, and burns through clouds, eventually.

Darken the Sky,

The consciousness always remains, and survives the deluge, in time.

Excrete your paints upon the atmospheric canvas,

The Observer always remains, and sees through artificial Magi that war space.

Channel ascension through bodies,

The Empath always feels the humans’ remains, rotting the core through possession that doesn’t take a back seat to obsession.

Skies display what’s marked upon them, clouds casting shadows, light, or conditions and reactions that worship signs, forms, and communication keepers.  Sparks view skies to observe Her, and all contaminates.  A directed energy “higher” than its conductor trips the breaker, except when left on to consort the wiring, frying the mainframe… life-force vampirism invited in for lessons that don’t improve lives.  Clouds, in skies, that are benevolent benefactors or manevolent storms, they’re All just passerbys when they remain drifters, not symbols, formations, nor entities that limit perceptions or a humans’ conditions, and exhalt the channel.  The relationship isn’t mutual, a conductor must make the Sol sacrifice, to benefit the Clouds that don’t suffer, only their skies and conditions do.