ANCIENT ALIENS OR ANGELS AMONG US PART 4?

It has been a while since I posted a blog about this subject and there are three other blogs I have done on this very subject. I meant to do one a week but have really been trying to finish a novel and so this particular blog fell to the wayside. There is so much research going into this that it began to take up more and more of my time. However, every single time my friend and I get together whether it be just hanging out or having drinks we always wind up talking about this very subject.

To be honest, she is the one that got me thinking the way my mind as gone Biblically, speaking. It is true once you go down this road and begin seeing the past in a whole new light, it brings everything into question. You begin to question everything, from the angels, to the alignment of the stars even. I was raised Pentecostal and as I left home and began to expand my religious horizons I no longer label myself as “Pentecostal”. I found that God is there no matter what I chose to call myself and so I am no longer a “religion” I am a believer in something more than myself.

I come from a religion that speaks in tounges, a “holy roller” if you will, and I have realized outside of that world that some may actually see that as witchcraft. Unless you have witnessed it for yourself, you cannot know that it is truly the word of God speaking through you. I like my friend didn’t want to be blasphemous when we each began our own journey of spiritual discovery, but the deeper we both went down this particular rabbit hole the more we, realized the ring of truth to it all. I have always had a special relationship with God and I can feel it in my bones the trueness, of what I have found.  I can feel it in my soul, that while I believe in God there is a history from our past that once you begin connecting all the dots it makes for the most interesting patterns. A puzzle that fits perfectly together. I may not have all the answers, but it has gotten me to question so many myths and legends. I will never question the existence of my God but the past always!

I talked about the lost book of Enoch in a previous blog which I thought was the only one, and yet recently I have discovered that there are hundreds. There are even whole chapters taken out of the existing books that make up our Bible today. I wondered, why? Then it hit me. Religion has always been an institution. It has been the one constant thing in our history man has fought over. There have been wars, actual wars, fought for decades even over religion our world history is rife with it,  since the day of the great tower of babble, why? Because, someone, somewhere decided there was only one religion and so the great people of that particular culture. Did away with all the things they weren’t trying to sell us on. They made the Bible the Bible the only thing we should go by, robbing us of our true history in the process.

My friend pointed out that the first time she heard about God being so vengeful in the old testament she thought how wrong is that. Someone was lying to her, the God she knew was a loving God, a patient God, a kind God, then she began to read the parts of the Bible that hint that God was, in fact, a vengeful God. What she discovered blew her mind. She read of God having men go out and destroy villages, towns, giant cities even and the only question was why? Why would he do such a thing, there were women and children there. Why would God give such a horrific order? Then she realized with a few more puzzle pieces that these weren’t ordinary people. They were the product of the sons of God and the daughters of men. They were an abomination. They were creatures that should have never existed. They were the offspring of Angels lying with human women. They were something forbidden by God. Soulless creatures infecting the only creatures God made in his image, humanity.

They had to be destroyed, and so God did what he had to do to protect us from an almost certain hell on earth. People may say this is blasphemy, and yet the Bible has just enough of the truth sprinkled throughout it that you know it’s true. I used to think that the Bible was made up the way it was because God didn’t want us to know our true history. These days I am not so sure, I think that it is just certain religions wanting us to buy into the concept of what they are selling. I as a human a creature of curiosity have discovered I can’t go back to the way I used to think. I have to move forward and get answers. I want to know the details of my past. I want to know that great beasts once trampled the earth and almost mankind. Yet, the more I find, the more questions I have.

Such as the star alignment. I was speaking to my friend a few days ago about it and we both got chills when even more puzzle pieces from the past revealed themselves. Star alignment and the star you were born under has been downplayed to nothing more than witchcraft, or hokum and yet, as my friend pointed out Jesus himself, God’s only son was born under a star. The star of David. It was this star the three wise men followed to find the baby Jesus to bring him gifts and praise him. This very same star plays a significant role in our lives, even today. Hunters are guided by it,  astrologers are awed by it, it has guided so many people lost, back home. It even has me searching for it in the night sky, it is the star we have all come to know as the North Star. It has always pointed North or on  a more sentimental point for us lowly humans, it is home. Even in Genesis Chapter one verse one and two states.

1. IN THE BEGINNING, GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH.

2. AND THE EARTH WAS WITHOUT FORM, AND VOID, AND DARKNESS WAS UPON THE FACE OF THE DEEP. AND THE SPIRIT OF GOD MOVED UPON THE FACE OF THE WATERS.

3.  AND GOD SAID, LET THERE BE LIGHT: AND THERE WAS LIGHT.

4. GOD SAW THE LIGHT, THAT IT WAS GOOD: AMD GOD DIVIDED THE LIGHT FROM THE DARKNESS.

5. AND GOD CALLED THE LIGHT DAY, AND THE DARKNESS HE CALLED NIGHT. AND THE EVENING AND THE MORNING WERE THE FIRST Day.

6. AND GOD SAID, LET THERE BE A FIRMAMENT, IN THE MIDST OF THE WATERS, AND LET IT DIVIDE THE WATERS FROM THE WATERS.

7. AND GOD MADE THE FIRMAMENT AND DIVIDED THE WATERS WHICH WERE UNDER THE FIRMAMENT FROM THE WATERS WHICH WERE ABOVE THE FIRMAMENT: AND IT WAS SO.

8. AND GOD CALLED THE FIRMAMENT HEAVEN. AND THE EVENING AND THE MORNING WERE THE SECOND DAY.

14. AND GOD SAID, LET THERE BE LIGHTS IN THE FIRMAMENT OF THE HEAVEN TO DIVIDE THE DAY FROM THE NIGHT; AND LET THEM BE FOR SIGNS, AND FOR SEASONS, AND FOR DAYS, AND YEARS.

15. AND LET THEM BE FOR LIGHTS IN THE FIRMAMENT OF THE HEAVENS TO GIVE LIGHT UPON THE EARTH: AND IT WAS SO.

16. AND GOD MADE TWO GREAT LIGHTS; THE GREATER LIGHT TO RULE THE DAY, AND THE LESSER LIGHT TO RULE THE NIGHT: HE MADE THE STARS ALSO.

17. AND GOD SET THEM IN THE FIRMAMENT OF THE HEAVEN TO GIVE LIGHT UPON THE EARTH.

18. AND TO RULE OVER THE DAY AND OVER THE NIGHT, AND TO DIVIDE THE LIGHT FROM THE DARKNESS: AND GOD SAW THAT IT WAS GOOD.

19. AND THE EVENING AND THE MORNING WERE THE FOURTH DAY.

This is mind blowing. Once the rose- colored glasses come off and you think about it. It says it in Chapter one. That he created these lights to he says in there he created them for signs, seasons, days and years. So is it too far fetched to think that we were all born special? That even the time of day we were born the stars were aligned for that one moment, that one moment we drew our first breath. I like to think so. This is just one of the many things I have had to change my thinking on the past. A realignment of my mind so to speak. The shift in thinking is a click of the brain, that moment when everything makes sense. I will warn you again though, once your mind goes down this path there is no point of no return. I know I haven’t talked any about the angels vs aliens thing in this blog. But just confirming this one little thing, suggests that there were angels instead of aliens among us. That the rest of our history is buried somewhere in the books of the Bible and I for one cannot wait to unravel the mystery. To piece together the puzzle that is our history, and finally have the answer is it ANCIENT ALIENS OR ANGELS AMONG US?

WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW!

As a writer, I have always been told the rule of thumb is always WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW?

Here’s what I know, the mind is a fragile, delicate thing. It can break under the slightest of incidents or take on a lifetime of misery before the first cracks begin to show. However, there are those rare occurrences where the mind just simply bends for a while like a rubber band that eventually snaps back into place, the scars still there a reminder that it didn’t break. I have always wondered why? Why is the mind so much stronger in some than in others. In some, it simply takes being yelled at in the supermarket to come back later and shoot it up, or one person cutting you off on the highway to go on a road rage rampage and wind up killing several people. In others, a lifetime can go by of being bullied in grade school, made fun of in high school just for being different, and later maybe a bad relationship just adds to the trauma of your childhood abuse and neglect. It is much later in life when they finally snap and do something horrible or they do nothing at all and chalk it up to “that’s life!” It also amazes me how much the mind can remember. You can remember and recite every book you ever read but for the life of you, you can’t remember the harm you have caused others. The scars are there in plain sight but you have no recollection of the incident.  Is this some kind of joke or is there some sort of underlying trauma of your own going on here? Yes, the mind is a fragile delicate thing. It can break with one disparaging remark or spend a lifetime locked in its own personal hell! It is up to us to fight the mind and lead with our hearts full of love and acceptance.

 

Here’s what I know, There, is good in the world! Often times when I was younger I thought that there was nothing left in this world that would ever bring me joy and yet, as I have gotten older I realize there, is good everywhere. Even if it something as simple as letting someone go in front of you in the grocery line.  Or something more serious as babies being born there is always a parent out there searching and waiting for a bundle of joy to call their own. Or loving and accepting someone for who and what they are. We were all made different that is what makes us special.  I watched an older movie the other day for about the 3rd time and it moved me to tears yet again. It showed the best of humanity when someone unselfishly changed someone else’s life just because it was the “Christian” thing to do. In a world gone mad with chaos and mayhem, I still believe as long as there are movies being made that show human kindness we are not lost. Some may have lost their way but there is still hope for us yet. So let us pay it forward, let us teach our kids the best humanity has to offer and condone kindness in our hearts and lives. For there is kindness in the world.

 

Here is what I know, take time for yourself. I am a typical American woman. I get up get the kids off to school, get myself to my job where I have to work to pay bills and put food on the table even if I hate the job, then I come home cook clean and spend what little time I have left with those kids, oh, let me not forget the husband in all of this. By the time I sit down and have five whole minutes to myself I realize I am exhausted! I am too tired to do anything, let alone anything I want to do such as writing, crocheting, or even bathing on some occasions.  Movies, forget about it! Usually, a really good movie I haven’t seen comes on when I am busy cooking or cleaning and I miss half of it. The only tv time I get anymore is after everyone has gone to bed and it is late. Even then I can’t stay up too late because I have to get up early and do the day all over again! The weekends is where I shine though, I don’t answer the phone most of the time. I unwind from my humdrum life and do what makes me happy. Whether it is getting lost in the fantasy world I am creating in my novel or just simply reading about someone else’s fantasy world. It is all about me. For at least one day. You know the saying stop and smell the roses. Well, it is so true. Stop and enjoy the beauty of that rose, let the scent wash over you and just be in the moment with yourself. Your addled mind will thank you for it later.

Here is what I know, Be the exception! I am my own worst enemy. I am my own worst critic. Yet, I push myself to be better than I was yesterday, I am sure it stems from being told all of my youth that I would never amount to anything. My will and stubbornness to prove them wrong have gotten me where I am today. I am constantly trying to outdo myself. As if I am in some sort of competition with me. I also know that I am the exception when it comes to love, life, and happiness. Based on my childhood I never thought I would be happy, hell I never thought I would make it out of it alive. Yet, here I am! I was born in the 70’s and a preemie to boot. I am told I was never even supposed to survive my birth, and yet here I am! I never thought I would find love and happiness,  after the trauma I went through with my first real relationship but I am happy to report that I have been happily married now for almost two decades, and get this I am happy! I am the exception to where I should be in life. If I had let the past eat away at my mind it would have broken me and I would have never been able to overcome and see for myself that I am the exception. I am worthy of love, and happiness. Be the one someone can’t live without. Be the one that becomes irreplaceable at your job.  Be the trendsetter, the one others strive to be. You know the saying a rose is just a rose. There is no rules or laws that say it can’t be an exceptional rose.  Remember you are the exception, not the rule. Rules are meant to be broken anyway right?

Here is what I know, God exists! I was raised Pentecostal or a “holy roller” if you will. I was raised that everything was a sin, even sometimes the very air I breathed was wrong according to my mother. Being raised the way I was I was so confused I became afraid to do anything, afraid that I would be going to hell and never get to see those streets of gold but then wondered if God existed at all how did I get the parents I had. Where was he when I was being beaten for looking at my mother the wrong way or simply being in the room at all. Why wasn’t he there to protect me? It didn’t dawn on me for many years that he was there. Every time I didn’t die, or my mind didn’t collapse in on itself he was there to protect me from the worst of it all. Even my birth, he was there watching as I was miraculously born into a world full of violence and terror. He watched as the doctors sat back in awe as I began to breathe on my own. I am sure if they didn’t believe, some of them did after that day. I have had so many close calls with death it is ridiculous, and yet here I am. I know it was to tell others that there is a God! I have felt his loving arms wrap around me when I was at my darkest and have even felt him wipe my tears away. Yes, he is something our tiny minds cannot see or touch but that is where faith comes in. Faith that when we are at our worst he feels our pain. When we are broken he will help mend us. When we are scarred he will kiss those scars and ease our pain. After leaving home I was exposed to so many other religions and the realization hit that they all believe in a higher power. Some sort of entity that will save their souls and lead them into an eternal afterlife. It made me breathe easier knowing this. For those that don’t believe trust me, he believes in you!

 

This is what I know! It is not everything I know, but this is enough for now.

A VOICE THROUGH TIME

VOICE

WRITE A NEW POST IN RESPONSE TO TODAY’S ONE – WORD PROMPT.

I just want to say before I begin today’s post I cannot stand THE VOICE! On the other hand, my very manly husband love’s it, though. I is just a repeat of the very same thing year after year, just different players in this particular game. That is why after about 4 seasons I couldn’t watch AMERICAN IDOL anymore.

I couldn’t think of anything else so I am just going to make a top 10 list of people throughout history that had a voice and used it well. Not a singing voice but a voice that resonates throughout history! Even today! And a quote from each…

  1. Abraham Lincoln-NEARLY ALL MEN CAN STAND ADVERSITY, BUT IF YOU WANT TO TEST A MAN’S CHARACTER, GIVE HIM POWER.
  2. Martin Luther king Jr- I HAVE DECIDED TO STICK WITH LOVE. HATE IS TOO GREAT A BURDEN TO BEAR.
  3. John F Kennedy- AS WE EXPRESS OUR GRATITUDE, WE MUST NEVER FORGET THAT THE HIGHEST APPRECIATION IS NOT TO UTTER WORDS, BUT TO LIVE BY THEM
  4. Joan of Arc- ONE LIFE IS ALL WE HAVE AND WE LIVE IT AS WE BELIEVE IN LIVING IT. BUT TO SACRIFICE WHAT YOU ARE AND TO LIVE WITHOUT BELIEF, THAT IS A FATE MORE TERRIBLE THAN DYING.
  5. Winston Churchill- SUCCESS IS NOT FINAL, FAILURE IS NOT FATAL: IT IS THE COURAGE THAT COUNTS.
  6. Mother Teresa- I HAVE FOUND THE PARADOX, THAT IF YOU LOVE UNTIL IT HURTS, THERE CAN BE NO MORE HURT, ONLY MORE LOVE.
  7. Nelson Mandela- EDUCATION IS THE MOST POWERFUL WEAPON WHICH YOU CAN USE TO CHANGE THE WORLD. 
  8. Amelia Earhart- THE MOST DIFFICULT THING IS THE DECISION TO ACT, THE REST IS MERELY TENACITY. THE FEARS ARE PAPER TIGERS. YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU DECIDE TO DO. YOU CAN ACT TO CHANGE AND CONTROL YOUR LIFE; AND THE PROCEDURE, THE PROCESS IS ITS OWN REWARD.
  9. Moses- SEE, I HAVE SET BEFORE YOU THIS DAY LIFE IS GOOD, DEATH AND EVIL… I HAVE SET BEFORE YOU LIFE AND DEATH, BLESSING AND A CURSE THEREFORE CHOOSE LIFE.
  10. Last but not least and should always be number one JESUS-FOR GOD SO LOVE THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON, THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHOULD NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE….

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MONSTERS AND GHOSTS

My young son said to me this morning while we were waiting in my car for the bus “Mommy there is no such thing as Monsters, but Ghosts are real.”

Caught off guard by this out of the blue statement I said, “Your right Monsters aren’t real but why do you think Ghosts are?” He looked me right in the eyes and reminded me of a time right after the “Branson incident” which is another blog called “AFRAID OF THE DARK”. That in fact, he remembered one incident with his toys! They were going off bells, whistles, even the music playing even after I had taken all the batteries out! It was in the middle of the night and he kept telling someone he didn’t want to play right now. He needed to sleep. This incident convinced me that something or someone had followed us from the whole Branson thing. I am still to this day convinced they were there to protect my son. It felt like the same fearful presence I felt in Branson. (A mother’s fear for her child).

Today I didn’t know what to say to him to comfort him. It is over 6 years later and for him to describe in detail things I have forgotten it must have been traumatic for him. I did the only thing I could possibly do in this moment. I hugged him, gave him a kiss on the cheek, told him I loved him and put his 9-year-old butt on the bus.

I got back to the house and his words just kept running through my mind. “Monsters aren’t real but Ghosts are” It just kept repeating over and over in my head in his serious tone until I knew the only thing I could do was write about it!

First of all, he is my innocent boy and I don’t have the heart to shatter that innocence with the fact that monsters are very real! We see them on television all the time. Now I’m not talking about the fictional characters you see on movies or tv shows like Dracula, or the Boogeyman. I am talking about the news where yet another man was gunned down in the streets simply because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or the mother that killed her baby just because it was crying too loud. Or, devastation, one country reeks on the other. Just because of their religion.

As an American Citizen, I guess I don’t get this last one at all because I grew up in a land that was founded by people running from religious persecution. They  wanted to blaze their own trail and have the freedom to believe what they want. And so it goes some 250 years later we still have the freedom any the right to believe what we want, worship as we please and yet we are still persecuted for it.

Now even in our own country! When did we forget how this country began, when did we forget our true reasons our ancestors , fought for our freedom. Where we came from?

There is so much fighting in the world that I cannot even think of showing my son the news! There are so many monsters in it now that I lay awake at night terrified for my children. What future do they have if everyone is so hell bent on killing one another! I can only pray there is a special place in hell reserved for those people. So please protect your kids and our future.

As for Ghosts, I know they are real too. I have had way too many paranormal experience in my life not to believe in them. This one scripture from the Bible always makes me think of our souls lingering long after we have turned to dust. It is in Revelations about the end of days. If you haven’t read Revelations it is still to this day the scariest book I have ever read. It is what the end of days will be for all of us. No one will escape “JUDGEMENT DAY”!

That one scripture says “THE DEAD WILL RISE FROM THE GRAVE” Which means to me that there are souls that haven’t moved on their souls waiting, their judgement and maybe sometimes we can either see then or feel their presence. This is my belief and I don’t judge others because their beliefs are different! I embrace their differences!

I feel it is God’s way of letting me have an open heart and mind. In the end, it all comes down to no matter what religion you are we all believe in something more than ourselves. Whether his name is God, Alpha, Jehovah, or whatever there is still one being we believe in. His origins may be varied. It is still a higher power than anything we mere mortals can fathom.

I have faith in my God that he will one day end these wars, end our suffering, shut these monsters down for good and finally let the ghosts rest. We will finally be at peace. Until then let’s try and make the most out of the life he gave us.

Get those monsters out from under or beds. Stop running from ghosts of other’s and our own. Take a stand with words instead of guns! They are way more powerful and just love one another until there are no more monsters, no more ghosts just us and our future!                                                             Our Children!