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I don’t, despite seeing UFOs lifelong, l’ve always known aliens visited the earth across millennia, and believe there’s certainly a link to aliens, however, because of paranormal gifts l have, because of seventy years of personal paranormal activity and experiencer, and my faith, which afforded me first hand contact with our creator, l’m more inclined to believe we are the twelfth lost tribe of Israel, which totally disappeared. I say this for reasons l’ve been shown myself, whilst talking to my maker, and because it’s known the Shroud of Turin, held by the Vatican, has AB Negative blood on it, as does the face cloth used after death, that purports to be part of the same ensemble. Taken by the Knights Templar and hidden away separately, for safety. Handed down generations of ‘family minders’. I believe the Bible will come true, the return of Christ, Four horsemen and all. I’ve seen the end, in 1977 in a seven minute ‘vision’ on the personal movie screen God afforded me as a Medium, inside my head. I remember every part of it, and now, l can assure you, since Putin raised his game, it’s happening.
I believe there are good, bad, and indifferent aliens everywhere, that we live in multi universes, that past, present, future, are all one, that we slip in and out of time, and did so long before it was fashionable. That we never die spiritually, that we use bodies and identities like buying second hand cars as we progress along the stairway back to heaven. The major test is how we behave inside them all. To others. I say these things without fear or favour, knowing l am dying of heart failure as l write. I don’t know how long l have, l’ve reached the feeling faint and queasy stage, so it’s my fifth year l think. I’m immune deficiency condition Rheumatoid Arthritis and other health issues which prevent all medications and vaccines, so l’m scared, but not scared. I don’t like not being in control of myself, like earlier today, l felt sick, and like l was falling over. I prefer control. It’s my biggest test before returning to my maker, as l know l will, we all do. I’m scared of how l’m dying, l’m not scared of death, been there, in a coma nine months, l know with total certainty, God is real, He loves me, no one ever dies, because He told me so. He also said “l love you all equally, love one another!” I speak to Him every day l live, like l’m speaking here, l don’t pray, l don’t kneel, l can’t, l’d never get back up. I tell Him off, He teases me. I say something to Him whilst busy, and instantly l’m answered. Like, “Oh l do love you Lord” and instantaneously l hear, “We know you do!” I say in self pity at losing all six adult children to Asperger, and them never visiting, me. After losing two husband’s to divorce and death, “No one cares if l live or die” and hear (just came again as l wrote it) “We Do!” So fast, l’m ashamed of myself for saying it. I’ve got amazing true stories of my time with God, of my thoughts being answered, of some so funny, some so moving, some so daft, l know God is the dad you’ll wish you had. In life my dad hated me, until on his deathbed and confused as to why l alone went to his hospital bedside every day. His death at 53 was my first death premonition, a voice told me, scared the shit out of me in1968, l was 23, but now l’m old hat with it. The A-Sexual voice. It gave me four months of knowing dad was dying, time to show him despite him knocking me about, rupturing my already damaged by measles left ear drum. It literally exploded like a bomb inside my head on impact. Despite him putting me away into ‘care’ with lies that got into court and in our local paper. Locking me up for a year and three weeks. Putting me on a probation order for three years, yet me never committing any crime. I’ve finally tracked and got a copy of documentary proof. And clearly showing court appearance, yet no charges, they said on tracking it, the official said, “it can’t be true, it’s impossible to be put into a probation centre and on probation without committing crime, but it backs you up in writing’. I found the reason aged 24, my big sis’ told me, compensation money for my injuries and coma, in trust, dad, auntie, granddad, all in charge of it. They gave it to dad to buy the new bungalow we moved to when l was ten. And he couldn’t pay it back. They decided to lock me away instead. So l became evil.perdonfied . They could have kept the money, with my blessing. My granddad told a story of me being a wild child to his mate, a majistrate. It was 1960. It was far worse than l’m sharing here. Being locked inside a religious order whilst keeping my faith personal to me, not kneeling to their enforced need to indoctrinate me into theirs. The Major in charge called me evil, a tool of the devil, for being a medium and making predictions that came true. She made me stand once alone in a room, centre, for eight hours, l never moved, l’m well trained in self control. I had some pretty nasty teachers. She made me kneel before her on my release date, looking out her window at my dad and granddad overheating inside his 1950s car. As she prayed above me, hand on my head, an hour of absolute abuse of my character, and predicting my evil and damaged future. I’ve been silently staying true to the God l met in a coma. Seventy years ago and still going it’s like Moses and more than Forty years lost preventing me from belonging in one place l can tell you. My two husband’s forced me through almost fifty-five home moves up until 2010. I finally stood still that year, and here l shall die. I once put three cross lines of washing out here, three lines going three ways, from one post. It was so sunny. Three machine loads. I looked at the sky and said to God, ” And don’t you dare rain on my parade!” It had dried in two glorious hours of sun, l felt it in passing, and thought l’d better get it in, when suddenly the heavens opened, for half an hour it was torrential. I watched from my kitchen window, and and sighed, another lesson God? When it stopped, l went outside, to bring it in and spin it all again. And was totally amazed, it was all, every line, every garment, every towel, every bedcover, pillow case etc, dry as a bone, while the grass and ground was saturated. As dry as it was when l felt it in passing, before God opened up the heavens. I was so moved, l was thanking him all day. And l know l heard Him laugh. I swear on what life is left inside me, it’s true. So, l can’t go out, too breathless, no money, just basic pension, so l witness, here. And there’s more, much more. See, coward though l am when giddy, l will never lie about my Father and my faith, and my reason to exist. He’s as much yours, as mine. He tells me so. Just talk, no airs and graces, no learned cocky speak. Your degrees and awards mean nothing in heaven, or to God, only your inner self and soul are of interest to Him. You can learn God in books and manuscripts, I never know what l’m writing, till l’ve written it. He puts words in my mouth. It’s true what Jesus said, “Don’t worry what to say as you witness, God will give you the words you need to say. Bless you all, in His name. Rhesus lads and lassies, my tribe, we’ll all meet with Him eventually. And discover we knew one another all along, from the start of time.
We cannot rule out anything about life on earth – Religious leaders would have us believe one thing and scientists with the limits of their knowledge and intelligence want us to believe in another. I personally do not believe that we are the only inhabited planet but we could be just an experiment to see how long it takes us to destroy our own planet. Maybe they ( who and whatever they are) are just trying to get it right or a sick joke. We do not know and will never know but there is nothing more limiting than an closed mind.
“there is nothing more limiting, than a closed mind!”
Best sentence this century!
I find permanent beliefs to be limiting.
Permanent beliefs can be very limiting, permanent ongoing daily reality, like breathing, is a necessary life habit, and knowing God created the universe and yet is so much part of every human life, on a breathe in, breathe out level, is not a belief, it’s life itself. As a baby you quickly learn that good sustains the rumbling empty feel, and charges all your batteries, and only fools reject all foods. God is the food of the soul, feeding and sustaining, but not biased in taste. The equalising factor, the leveller of heads, hearts, and bodies. As essential to existence as the air we breathe, by any name you choose, only one creator exists. As only one of each of us does too. Permanently knowing you had parents, whom you still allude to as the patent to your life, good, bad indifferent, they’re our starting map. Once we realise that God is not religion, not one church beside another, not one belief system of rules, but is the whole creator of it all, there are no limits to the learning. Just accept how much He accepts us all without the need for separate rules of play.. God’s rules are basic, ‘love one another, do good to those who hate you, forgive your enemies’. It’s what we should be teaching toddlers inside schools, without indoctrinated outmoded, and separatist desperation of the teachers personal and political urgencies thrown in for good measure. The God l know, who made Himself known to me aged seven, in a coma of nine months, never once told me the wrong about others, He just affords the exact same messages, of love. How then, is that limiting?
Maybe they should wonder why they have the same blood as an ape
We don’t, the word NEGATIVE negates whatever it precedes, or follows. Der! Shaking head and sighing at lack of basic English understanding… And being English, it’s my language!! Before it’s bastardised by a wider world. Rhesus POSITIVES DO have the ape Geno, Rhesus NEGATIVES do NOT carry the Ape Geno .. if we did, there’d be no need for this site to exist. And that is the conundrum! Sigh… please relearn my language… and read the book entitled Bloodline of the Gods, by Nick Redfern. Available on Amazon. We, Rhesus Negatives, still only 15% of the entire world population, are different. We can’t deny this truth. We just know. There’s no escaping that. And all the scientists, and ‘expert guesses’ in the world, have no idea why our blood is different to 85% of the world population. Yes, 85% is a massive difference in number. So, we are few, at the remaining 15% we are different, and curious, and it’s logical for us to look further. I’ve lived too long to care about ‘experts’ because they don’t exist, only ‘experiencers’ are expert in any given subject, behaviours, inherited traits, self professed experts are bandwagoners who aren’t bright enough to create, invent, or birth a new subject, relating to others, so they jump on the back of others and become the bandwagon of others’ real experiences. As you age you meet more and more of them. Demeaning your real experience of your hard lived, hard won truth, collecting accolades for lies. Do what l do, click on delete, and carry on regardless.