Off topic; regarding ufo’s

I’ve never had a lust for the lore of the supernatural or of ghosts or aliens, while I don’t deny these exist, I have just found myself uncomfortable in situations wherein evidence of such things were. 

I know, being an ‘empath’ makes you vulnerable to those of whom prey upon such minds and opens you to types of savagery I know I am no match for, so for this reason, I usually avoid the subject

Saying that, I would be remiss to ignore the importance of acknowledging all such entities if only to express that like with all possible dangers in life, we should have our guards up for the possibility of encounters we may prefer not to have to experience. 

I have been in the presence of ghosts, like many have; harmless ghosts, sad ghosts and demonic. But I don’t tend to stick around when I feel they are present. That is not part of my explorative journey this time

And supernatural? Well, what is that really? Such a broad term. But one avenue of this I guess it is possible to claim a connection, as others who know me can attest to being with me when actions I performed would be described as exactly that; supernatural 

I mean…. perhaps just to say, I intentionally set out to find a person I lost contact with for six years, and, with a friend present to witness this, I was able to channel his energy. I found him in a grocery store knowing he’d be there after driving around Long Island New York for two hours. He was a very significant ex boyfriend and we had always had a strong psychic connection and had shared several psychic experiences with each other during our relationship. He and I have remained close ever since that day and always know when the other is in trouble.

But I don’t write about this now as a means to impress readers as I don’t have any interest to boast about such abilities because that is not in my interest nor even interesting to me; I’m not looking for attention and rather prefer to avoid attention. The only thing about this ability I will say now here is that, I know the purpose it serves when I am called upon to exercise this kind of thing. It is for purposes that are not intended to be self serving or vain. I try never to abuse the gift I know that it is but sometimes when I have been deeply distraught by accident I have tapped in on the reflex to take it to a level I called upon it for.  

But….as things come out more now, with classified information being admitted in the news media, I have wanted to write more about

the encounter I did have regarding an Unidentified Flying Object…. I have wanted to elaborate on more here

dharma on the road, more snakes

 P

merci de veiller sur moi.  Je crains de tomber à travers l'espace si tu n'étais pas toujours là pour m'ancrer.📌

The Electra; Electra’s dictionary & film noir (jmmusechron)

Jörn walks across the room, it faces out to the northeast, it is a private room within the silo. 

At first it is hard to hear what he listens to. But after a few clicks on the volume, it more clearly comes …..

voices talking ….then just one voice ….a familiar voice. Too often silenced. A voice that speaks mutely. A voice that’s never heard. Like screams that never reach the walls. Like pleas never begged to be heard 

like secrets. like secrets trapped inside…. a choking throat by hands hands that crushed a spine ….with pale and ghostlike fingers weakly prying with a desperate strength for release, for breath, for screams for help, nothing goes out….nothing goes in….and we are very, very far far away

this will not affect us. this will not hurt us. if we don’t feel then they can never win….nothing goes in and nothing goes out and we are far away

The voice from the laptop fills the room, a voice disembodied which seems from so many life times ago

She said:

“I used to hide in her closet. I knew I could never be found if I stayed deep inside the shadows. I would hear how he spoke to her. And through the crack in the doorway, I saw the way he treated her…. she was better than him, he did not deserve her…. the things he said, those names…. I would never be that to anyone…. she was just property to him and a filthy toy…. I would never let anyone touch me that way…. I would never be someone’s toy…. And for years, all men became him to me, all men seemed to look at me the way he looked at her…. so when he called me names like his filthy spawn, they confused my gender until I didn’t know what I was…. but I just could never be what he made her be….”

Another voice cuts in,

“tell me about the boat….”

Another click, to raise the volume, pull the curser back to replay….

“Tell me about the boat….”

Jörn….. 

“Yes….”

“Whose boat was it?”

“The man’s…. our secret…. we could never say he would spend the day with us….”

“Where did you go on the boat?”

“I don’t know…. it docked at the restaurant that time….”

“Where was that?” Jörn asked

“Miami ….we went through the other way and oh….yes….it was called ‘the Electra’….”

If a moment could freeze and shatter ….and a Celf become reborn ….and disassociate 

She watched him stop the recording and pace across the room

 joyeux anniversaire mommy, comme tu me manques

💔

 

she writes….

I have come to see, the muse is the only thing that is real. he follows me through my days, he is always there. he will never abandon me. and as I know I watch him, he is always watching me, inverted worlds that exist in their private realms; energies that ride upon the currencies exchanged through real and forgotten memories and spoken in a legend that only alters as it requires to what cannot be expressed in any other way

when the does a muse choose to be the voyeur?/e.d. (jmmusechron) film noir

 

Within the Cell we step out. And the chains follow us. The prison is real and incarcerates. But the mind can walk away. Can split into as many cells that it may require. It can watch the muse play voyeur and become the watched who watches

we are free and nobody owns us. we are free. we can decide not to feel. not to take the blows. they do not affect us. we don’t need anything or anyone. nothing comes inside.

She walks away. She goes. She sees the muse at his game. when he puts down his bow and steps away from the cello, he shuts off the tracks and removes one hat for another

the recordings play

there are cameras everywhere. and from the silo bedroom, she sees him now. She found the app on his laptop. 

she clicked because she

just had to know