We are all just souls incarnate, souls in suits, reincarnated. All lives equally matter. When we separate each other by color, class or gender, in the media especially, we are doing humanity a great disservice. When is the collective going to celebrate PEOPLE? Not black or white or green or blue or purple… just, PEOPLE, human beings & their accomplishments. People & the souls within them are made of the exact same material as other souls. Divisiveness is insidiously undermining our youth to compare, contrast, judge & categorize by SKIN COLOR. It is taxing, toxic & traumatizing, & doesn’t send the right message. Historic discrimination, unequal rights, slavery & sexual misconduct shouldn’t define who we are today, & should not rightfully define our behavior going forward. An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.
ALL LIVES MATTER. Not white, not black, brown, tan, yellow, blue, red, lavender… ALL. We were all here before. 1000s of lives. Recycled thousands of times. Only to return over & over to begin again be born & die again then come back as our neighbor. So the gender, color, class, creed, nationality, you just so happen to be in this life is just an illusion. Last life you were someone else… that was most likely the polar opposite of who you are now. If you are a man… you were most likely a woman. If you are black… you were probably white, so on & so forth. We all need to take a good hard look at who we really are at our core & stop producing more racecards.
Regarding this ludacris social & political debate over gender… Ancient Lemurians from thousands of years ago were androgynous beings that existed here on Earth as a type of humanoid species. So, what difference does it make if a person in this day & age is what we are calling: “Transgender?” Who made up the fake rule that there are only TWO genders? Apparently, there are two… and a bunch of levels in-between. It goes as far back as Ancient Civilizations. Race, color, gender, religion, culture, creed does not apply when it comes to the heart, soul & mind.
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Jenay Zapp is an Independent Author who had been the “starving artist” archetype most of her life. Currently, a “school of hard knocks” graduate with a master’s degree from “thug life Institute” she managed to miraculously survive seemingly unscathed. A product of a dysfunctional childhood, her self-worth was starving in every direction while all her shining potential was being continuously suffocated by a plethora of unresolved karma, unhealed trauma, anger, sadness & fear. She played the role of “only child,” abused, abandoned, wounded, troubled kid, & rebellious teen, who then went on to be the bipolar addict, scammer, thief, hooker, sugar baby, party girl, drunk driver, & escape artist. This resulted in the archetypes of inpatient, inmate, convict, parolee, loner, orphan, victim, survivor. Then she went on to be the almost mother, wanna-be wife, other woman, & scorned woman. She was the gig worker, cleaner, clerk, dead end job employee, struggling service industry staff. Then her one last-ditch effort was the wounded healer, lonely lightworker, emotional empath, broken poet, pseudo boss babe, & aspiring millionaire. “Poor me” another glass of “whine.” You name it.
Then one day in year 2020 at age 45 there was a world pandemic & all restaurant workers were laid off. She made an executive decision to become completely 100% free of meat, dairy, drugs, alcohol, smoke, processed food, toxic relationships, unhealthy choices & unnecessary habits. Micro organizing everything from online folders to sock drawers, she trimmed all fat, cut out all drama, mindless chatter, & superfluous engagement. She significantly minimized: consumption, plastic, waste, distractions, binge watching, binge shopping & binge eating, at which time she produced her two latest books. She has no family, no parents, siblings, friends, support system or partner to speak of. No one except her two cosmic cats & her Elite Team of Spirit Guides who work in conjunction with her to produce all projects. It looks like the refiners fire produced a gem.
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SUBJECTS: Nonfiction. Inspirational. Motivational. Health & Wellness. Self-empowerment. Self-development. Ascension. New Earth. 5th Dimension. Human Potential Movement. Real History. Pop Culture. Autobiography. Cosmic Consciousness. Animal Rights. Human Rights. Holistic Healing. Addiction Recovery. Mindfulness. Spirit Guides. Nature. Mysticism. Spirituality. Social Justice. America. Mind, Body, Spirit. Soul Mastery. Metaphysics. Quantum Mechanics. The Great Awakening. Chakras. Energy. Meditation. Law of Attraction. Universal Law. Deliberate Creation. Manifestation. Miracles.
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RIGHT NOW, your vibe counts above all else this very minute. Above all else in this space. Above all else as it pertains to this life, world, society, your home, circle, team, family, business, work, game, goal, plan, intention, strategy, regimen, day, week, class, commute, trip, meeting, project, event, activity, celebration, collaboration, correspondence, communique, get-together, or gathering. Above all else in your yesterday, today & tomorrow, because your vibe is what determines your quality of life & of every single encounter & experience you have. Within those, you thus have an opportunity to inflict or inspire. Your vibe, your choice. Choose wisely, because what you resound defines your presence.
Your PRESENCE is what people feel. Your presence is what people know. Your presence is what people remember. Your presence is the “take away.” The world is a big stage & your stage presence is your VIBRATION, & above all else… it is all that really matters. What’s BEHIND the mask, is what matters. The message behind the post, the personality behind the selfie, the intellect behind the accolades, the heart behind the winner, the meaning behind the song. Your vibe is what hangs in the air after you’re not there. It’s the gift that keeps on giving long after you’re gone. Your vibe is what leaves the impression, what spearheads the impact, what internalizes the influence. Your mood or attitude indicates your vibe, so check it.
The only reason why anyone is important in this world, to anyone… is because of the way they make people feel, AKA: your signature VIBE. So… tend to your “garden.” Make your garden great. Make your sanctuary harmonious, luscious & inviting to hummingbirds, not scavenger crows. Consume the finest quality food, intel, news, vibes, sights, sounds, words, thoughts, values, company, conversation, entertainment, music, BOOKS. These two books will shower your garden with diamond rays of golden light. #MyAmazonBooksR4Sale RIGHT NOW.
What’s in them:
They both include very important NEW information for overall health & wellbeing no matter who you are. Gender, age, race, religion, culture, color, creed, all apply. In this case, one size actually does fit all.
They both provide an advanced understanding of the 21st century, of Love redefined & after reading these, it looks like God will have no more gray areas. Guaranteed.
I highly recommend them to anyone wanting to grasp the bigger picture of what exactly is happening to America, our world & human civilization at large.
Allow me to tie it all in for you, make perfect sense of the past, present & future of our species, & familiarize you with a vantage point>>> the likes of which you’ve never had before.
And, even though they both contain heavy-duty topics… as always, they skip down memory lane like a champ & are peppered with an excellent sense of humor, if I do say so myself.
You will also gain access to my signature “Dimension Diagram” that you will find nowhere else, that explains in full clarity each dimension beyond what google or any other resource contains. You will receive a 21-page awesome journal & (that’s not all) lol, you will also gain access to a complete Soul Activation. Cheers to that!
Plus… catch my charming rendition of a 2020 time capsule & dunt da da da: my remarkable life story in its entirety all the way up to now, in two made for TV chapters that will indeed make you want more.
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Well, it took an entire whole year, this past one, to recover from the restaurant industry. I worked in it my whole life for the most part. The Clover snack bar at 17 was my first go of it. Then I was a McDonald’s burger flipper on the assembly line when I was 3 months pregnant in Bucks County Correctional Facility’s work-release program. I went to Culinary School eventually after a long crazy drug addiction & then I had a long crazy career front & back of house. This past year really gave me exactly what I needed to let go of all that. Change my identity. Free myself from all the stereotypes & archetypal personas I had to carry through all of it. Circa 2020 gave me the grace period to overcome. All the gunk accrued over a lifetime of late nights, non-slip shoes, beat-up feet, bags, circles & hangovers.
The restaurant business is the greatest place to have a wild ride & create the best memories you will ever have. Ya make best friends, collect a list of clandestine loves of your life, glide in & out of people’s charming little lives. You become family. They become yours. But there always comes a time when the party must go on without ya. That’s me now. And I gotta say, as much as I questioned it over & over again at first… I knew It had to be done. But the song didn’t stop playing until recently. It took every bit of a whole entire year to get over that love affair I had with the business. And gee, am I sure glad I had the courage & where-with-all to follow through. Because ya know what came of it? These TWO BOOKS.
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I am an excellent writer. I have come a long hard way, to become the refined gem that I am now in my craft. But the one thing that I haven’t mastered in writing, honestly, is conveying my real-life feelings in real-time. Telling my story has always been a challenge. Even though I officially disclosed my entire life story in the middle of the one book I just published, it was the toughest part of the whole project. Emotions run high & judgment is a big factor, not to mention, other people’s business, reputations or privacy is at stake, or worse… people could potentially be hurt or incriminated. So, hence, I was quick to develop a skill of not “naming names.” Plus, if ANYTHING is unhealed from your story, it will show. And that is never… a good look.
Emotional ties tend to cloud objectivity, like when the plaintiff is a family member & you’re on the jury. The pure channel gets staticy, the waves get choppy, the call drops. Unkempt emotions will thus attempt to interfere with any sacred stream of consciousness & complicate the otherwise unimpeded providence of that certain caliber of inspired written flow a good writer has. But, I am gonna go for it anyway, despite all that, because it’s the only way I will improve that underserved area of my writing expertise. I really have nothing to lose at this point by doing so. If I based my readership range on likes & shares, it surely would appear as if no one ever reads my stuff. If & when they do, I barely get an iota of feedback, so I would never know anyway. Like I said… what to lose? Nada.
I am a kind person, I’m not trying to hurt anybody or make anyone feel bad. I have no real ill will anymore towards anyone. No need to forgive anyone for anything, when you have healed. It is what it is. But, ya know, ya can’t go around just people-pleasing all the time & hiding your true feelings just for the sake of being PC on some level you may think is appropriate. What IS appropriate… is to be true to oneself. Anything otherwise is comparable to a type of dumbing down, or it’s like being a vegan & hanging out at the “Wild Wing Cafe” cause that’s where your friends choose to go. Your first loyalty is to your own voice.
That said, I am not gonna keep pretending like it’s okay or that it is “normal,” that I literally have zero support in life, for me, my dreams, goals, plans or endeavors. I think it’s actually safe to say, I have no support system. I have zero family that cares enough in any way shape or form, as to actually take TIME out of their lives to reach out, engage with me, get to know me or have anything to really do with me, so to speak, let alone say a single word about my books or whatnot. I bet not one single person in my entire family, extended or otherwise… even knows the names of my cats. The only semblance of home I ever have or feel is when I watch my prized collection of Diane Keaton movies. I get grounded & reset every time, thank god for Hollywood.
I can only guess that most of the bridges are burnt somehow. And the ones that are not burnt, were just never even built in the first place. I have no brothers & sisters, & both of my parents were NOT family people that cared to keep connections alive. All my friendships are dead. And, every contact I have ever had has no meaning or value for me anymore. I may as well just literally delete every number in my phone, like all 100 of them. I am not a part of any family, circle, tribe, or community. People from my past, just aren’t there anymore. I don’t seem to attract anyone who “gets me” on any other level than a surfacy one, which is a far cry from anyone that even reads my stuff or pays any attention to what I believe in & stand for. Except, the one security guard guy at the local grocery store. He bought my books… but I think he just thinks that maybe, somehow if he is lucky, that will get him closer to my bed. I’m not lying. Good guy & all, but he is MARRIED. I’m through with that phase of my life where I sneak around with unavailable men. I’ve since become more virtuous these days, if you will.
I have one Christian friend who carves minutes out of her otherwise busy life for me (typically when en route), once a month, & she is really only there for me because I seemingly have no one else, & it’s the Christian thing to do. Don’t get me wrong, our friendship is mutual & genuine, but it’s a long-distance one at best & yes, she is my ONE emergency contact. So besides her & a couple of estranged texts from former associates… my ex-boyfriend’s mom, the former “monster-in-law” for lack of a better way to describe it, is the only person who has congratulated me on my books after they were published. The ex-mom-in-law actually responded to my heart-felt group email I put so much time & effort into, which is more than I can say for pretty much everyone else on that list, all 300 of them. That’s pretty nuts if ya ask me. All those emails couldn’t have all gotten lost, lol. Anyway, she is the only person who I know actually read all my books, likes them & leaves good reviews. To be honest… for an ex-mother-in-law from 6 years ago to be the only one I feel SEES me? You can’t tell me that’s not awkward.
Then, we have the singular phone call. It’s the ONE phone call I ever get besides creditors, & the student loan forgiveness people. It is an ex ex-boyfriend from a really long time ago, & because I never answer, he winds up leaving silly drunk messages on my voicemail that never make any sense. I have a collection of them at this point. He’s married with a stepson & has been blowing up my phone religiously 3x a week for the past 2 years straight, to no avail. I mean, okay, it makes me feel loved sorta, but, that’s weird. The cute chubby lady that works here in the shopping center, is my weekly go-to for a soul sister pow wow giggle in the cashier’s line for 10 minutes each week. And who knew the Amazon customer service agent would be the one person I talked to, the entirety of the Christmas holiday.
I mean, I am blessed to the max, don’t get me wrong. I have a charming little sparkly life with my 2 great cosmic cats in my tiny bohemian sage-smudged sanctuary. My solitary life is actually pretty amazing in its own right or else I wouldn’t write & sell books on how to have a good life, lol. My blessings are not even remotely based on people though, as against popular belief as that sounds. It is based on many other valuable factors. What I do have in the way of people in my life, is treasured, of course. I am certainly grateful for all the indiscriminate Earth Angels that speckle my path, even though the connections are oddly scarce & more or less surfacy at this stage of the game. I gotta say, if “what comes around goes around” happened in any kind of obvious way, if tit for tat was the equation, you’d think I was a total asshole. But the truth is, I’m the polar opposite of asshole, my M.O. is “Secret Santa” out in society & on social media. So, this friend/family/people desert happening to my life right now, has got to be some kind of “necessary evil” to the next chapter. I can accept that, but it still doesn’t make it feel good.
So, as I was saying… then we have the neighbor across the way who is the only person I hang out with on a regular basis & that is only because he has no family, friends or life either. We kind of find solace in each other’s company every other weekend for approx 2 hours, when he takes me to run errands because I have no wheels right now. But what you have to understand about this guy, is… he has such a heavy southern draw, that I seriously do not understand anything he says unless I pay really close attention. Our friendship basically consists of him flirting & me laughing it off, & then I usually vent for 20 minutes somewhere in-between, so I can get stuff off my chest. The guy is a sweet man, but we are just friends unfortunately for him. And, with all due respect, I don’t think he would ever be into anything I write about, he is your epitome of a “simple man” who has either fished or worked in a factory setting his whole life, for all intents & purposes. His apartment consists of a bed, a TV & a big dirty smoldering ashtray.
Then, there’s the older “dad guy” friend who used to be my next-door neighbor, til I found his son dead from an overdose when he wasn’t there. Now he has moved downtown, & even though he gets social security checks, he drives Uber so he can support his recreational coke habit. He only calls every other month when he dries out, to rattle on about politics. Then afterward he typically sends me like literally 35 follow-up text messages containing links to all kinds of controversial articles. Then there’s the other “dad guy” friend who I met because he had a Casio keyboard for sale on Craigslist when I first moved here 5 years ago & I bought it. We are still friends. He’s married, retired, & watches his grandkids all the time, & can only sneak out to talk to me once in a while for like 10 minutes if I’m lucky. Yes, he is supportive from a distance, shows me some compassion when I need it, but again, doesn’t read my books or is really a part of my life other than scant phone calls over the years. Don’t get me wrong… those phone calls mean a heck of a lot, considering my circumstances. He kind of serves as a surrogate uncle or something.
In the current state of my connections, it appears that no one has time for me. Everybody has a family of their own, a circle, responsibilities, commitments, loyalties, people that take precedence & priority well over whoever I even am to them. The person that does have time for me, the ex ex… is in an unhappy marriage, on disability & is always drunk, so that doesn’t count. My MOTHER is still alive, & lives in Australia with a whole nother family, for 15 years now, & she only contacts me via email once in a blue moon with some generic “hope you’re well” note. Once in a while, she will discreetly chime in like how she just subscribed to my new YouTube channel the other day under AN ALIAS, mind you. But, who has time for games? Life is too short & precious to be a weird clandestine person in the background of your only daughter’s life, allegedly hiding it from your husband & his family, for some ridiculous reason. Yeah, that’s real good for the kid’s self-esteem, lol. Lucky I’m grown & don’t rely on others for my self-worth.
Speaking of mothers, we then have the woman who served as a surrogate sister/best friend/mom, that was my go-to person for just about everything. I’ve known her for 30 years, & basically talked to her every single week for the past 5 years. This was the only real enduring relationship I thought I had in my life. But, the blinders came off when all of a sudden she dropped out of my life right before Christmas, for reasons beyond me. All I know is… she was in a kind of dark place. So, I’m gonna just let it go at that & try not to take it personally. Then, we have the former best friend/travel partner/colleague who recently walked back into my life via phone/text. She & I were enthusiastically acting like we were gonna resume where we left off, & then suddenly she straight dropped right off, a day after that very phone call, despite my efforts to maintain the connection. A cornerstone of friendship… is being AVAILABLE, as far as I’m concerned. Otherwise, you just feel rejected & not important enough in a friendship that’s anything less. My own 16-year old son & his entire adoptive family who used to support me & communicate with me, just don’t now anymore either. I text my son & I get zero reply, & same thing with most everyone else I text, it’s very strange. If someone were to ever want to spend actual TIME with me right now, I think I’d be floored at this point.
The theme of my life now is literally “radio silence.” No one has given me any substantial or significant support, love, care, compassion or encouragement at this stage of my dreams, what-so-ever. This is precisely why I dedicated both of my newest books to my cats & the animals of the world. At least my cats love & support me, which is more than I can say for ANYBODY that I know, with all due respect to the aforementioned people. Even though, I have had a handful of compliments/congrats via text from certain former friends & colleagues, maybe 2 or 3 likes on Insta & Fb, & my Dad’s sister sent me ONE nice text… it pales in comparison to what I believe I truly deserve. Not to sound arrogant, but the work I do is worthy of great recognition, high regard & accolades. My elite team of benevolent Spirit Guides that channel this material through me, are no joke. Not sure why it seems like people are not taking me seriously when I say that these books are official. These books are NEXT LEVEL & are indefinitely meant for the masses or else I wouldn’t boast them the way I do. I’m obviously grateful for what love, praise or acknowledgment I do receive. But, if you were me, you would feel slighted by pretty much every single person you have ever been associated with too. Sometimes I just chalk it up to my imagination. But clearly… at this point, now that I have gone as far as writing this blog… IT’S NOT.
Here’s a kicker… so I send a group email to what I am calling “the soul tribe” group of people who essentially were my online mentors all summer for all intents & purposes. I sent this email to thank them & to let them know that I gave each & every one of them a special shout-out & “plug” in BOTH of my books. Well, I did manage to receive email replies from 2 assistants that confirmed receipt. Then I received three actual replies of congrats from 3 mentors, which I am super grateful for & to be honest, helped to significantly keep the good vibes afloat. Because, frankly, I felt snubbed by the others, especially considering that I singled out a few & wrote them personal heartfelt messages. But to no avail, I was pretty much rejected or ignored by people that I really thought better of, who I wrote generous things about in my books, which is somewhat disheartening to say the least. Then the cherry on the top was my copywriting teacher whom I had a real-life virtual rapport with, basically came at me & called my dreams SPAM, pretty much, because I seemingly do not fit into her BOX. As far as I am concerned, she could have approached me on a more considerate tip. That said, I have been feeling discouraged lately, I’m only human. I have been rejected over & over & over & over. I have been ignored, dissed, abandoned, avoided, treated like I have the plague on social media & LinkedIn. It is starting to wear on me.
Everybody is either too famous, in-demand, exclusive or already has a network they have allegiance to. People are too involved with their projects, businesses, big dreams, love affairs, kids, pets, plans, relationships, responsibilities, families, jobs, careers, chores, errands, school, activities. People are consumed, distracted, on a schedule & have allegiance to everything that’s important to them. Essentially, no body has room for me at the table. I get it. I’m not mad. I just feel like I have to say it out loud, before it drives me totally up a wall, cause I have no one to vent it to. This past Christmas morning, an old friend from H.S. sent me her email address with the green light to send her my press release & that was literally the best thing that happened to me that whole day, if that says anything. People who have stuck around in the background of my life, faintly lingering, are just being polite as far as I’m concerned. Folks that were my restaurant customers at some point who had a special rapport with me back then, are beginning to now fade almost indefinitely out of the picture, I can feel it on both a fundamental & energetic level.
I had a boss one time at a restaurant I worked at 6 years ago, that fired me & when he did, he said that he only hired me in the first place because he felt sorry for me, not because of my resume, skills, personality or because I was qualified. Well, that stuck with me, because that was really insulting, not to mention he fired me for a totally unfair sexist reason, on my 40th birthday & actually had the nerve to slight my weight in the process. My point is, that even though I’m long over it, sometimes I feel like the girl from 6 years ago, even though I am totally NOT that girl anymore, anger issues & mommy /daddy issues & all. I am done feeling like the stray dog or the orphan, the one that has no kids, family or partner, the damaged goods, the addict archetype, the party girl, the late bloomer, the one who has no place to go on holidays or whatever. I might stand alone in this room with two cats, but I’m on the verge of a really great new beginning, I just know it.
I’ve been camped out in a graveyard of sorts for quite some time. Even my FB friend collection feels like just another dimension of dead relationships that no longer serve me. No matter how many new groups I join or new virtual friends I add… it just seems like a fruitless endeavor. It’s hard to watch people fade away that don’t match you anymore. It’s hard to watch like when you don’t love a mate anymore & you break the news. You want them to be happy and so you continue to try to serve them in some way, but to no avail because what they needyou no longer have. And, vice versa. That said, from now on I’ve decided to pretend that no one is watching & just DANCE. I will keep producing, publishing & creating. That’s what I do, that’s what I got, that’s my purpose & that is what I am here for.
I’m not going to lower the volume of my spirit, dim my light, or dull my shine, just because I feel like people can’t handle it, aren’t paying attention, are too busy, don’t really give a hoot or appear to vehemently resist most of the uncomfortable truths that I typically unmask. I’m not gonna NOT use big or extravagant words sometimes cause the reader might have to Google it. (God forbid, my stuff isn’t on a 5th-grade reading level) Life is not about making yourself small to fit in. And life is too short to stew in a cemetery of headstones that read in small print: here lies everything you’ve ever known that no longer serves you. The little voice in my head is whispering loudly: “Step away from the creepy woods & worn stones of old.” So, I’m just gonna boldly step forward & release whatever unhealthy crap is wallpapering my comfort zone, and soar on, friends… & you should too, if you are feeling that is what you need to do also.
The most precious gift you can give someone is your TIME, most of all… then, of course, your undivided attention, & being 100% authentic is always a given. And, I don’t get that from anyone, really, especially from the “usual suspects,” like the mom, friend, aunt, cousin, son. Quick example, I sent a handful of text messages back home to like 5 or 6 people including my son, his brothers, my cousin, & 2 guys I consider like brothers… about my books & my new YouTube channel & I received ZERO reply. That was a week or two ago. No congrats, no encouragement, no NOTHING, but radio silence. But, two days ago, I did get a random text from my son’s mother saying he got his driving permit. Which of course I cordially congratulated him on, like a respectful considerate human being that has manners should.
I refuse to give up. I might not have a family or support or intimacy or anyone who really believes in me or would even notice If I was gone or dead in here for a few days before decomp set in… but, I am okay with that. I believe in me, & my Angels, guides & cats do too, & that’s what I got. It’s just more of a reason to continue to be blatantly honest with real talk in real-time, push forward with everything I have inside, not feel defeated, attacked or falsely defined, & especially not allow old programs to sabotage my greatness & foreseeable success. I am going to keep believing in my dreams despite the odds. I didn’t come this far to not be seen or heard. I am meant for big things, the curtain is just about to open. I will keep you posted then, thanks for reading.
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Bring it in… come on back, get in here. Let’s live right here in this moment for a sec, together. It’s circa the 21st century & 2020 wound to a close successfully, & we made it in one piece! Going forward, we now can assimilate our beings to the tune of the new energies dancing in the ether all around us. Unless you live under a rock, you can feel the monumental planetary shift, even if just a little. What we are calling “The New Earth” is dawning.
We are embarking upon decade 2 of this century & whether you are a millennial, Boomer, Gen-Xer, younger, or older… you are here right now for a reason. Your soul has chosen to be here on Earth at this time to participate in the prospering of our nation, world, & human species. It may not look like it, but appearances can be deceiving. We are now more than ever, willing to concede as a species, as the old egoic fear-based consciousness goes into retirement for good. For THE GOOD of mankind.
December 21, 2020 was a very special winter solstice. It was a landmark event in the time-space continuum that will go down in history. It was the mark of the end of “The Dark Ages” of man. In Sanskrit, it is called the Kali Yuga: the age of conflict. We have been in a string of dark ages for quite some time. On 12.21.20, humanity officially birthed the Age of Aquarius. In Sanskrit, it is called Satya Yuga or Krita Yuga, which is the age of truth, virtue and righteousness. The Ancient Atlantean ones lived in this age long ago, & now we have come full circle. Let us rejoice… for finally, humanity has come to this beautiful dawning of the ages.
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We have a whistler where I live. He paces around here in the mornings & whistles all kinds of stuff. I heard the national anthem yesterday via whistle… then some Rhiana song, lol. The guy has some talent. A whistler reminds me of the ending of a “Moonlighting” episode from back in the 80s. Bruce Willis & Cybil Shepherd famously had that taboo sorta romance that never actually materialized really. The plot writers just strung us along on a juicy tale of call me maybes… lol.
A whistler always reminds me of a play stage set in the pre-war 20s era. A guy in a jeff cap & suspenders exiting stage left with a see ya later whistle. A whistler makes me picture the end of an old detective movie even, when the mystery is solved… & the rogue detective disappears down the lonely street into the rising sewer pipe steam. Storylines for a whistle have endless possibilities.
Ya know what’s nice about a whistler? Ya can’t tell what color they are, gender, race, age, religion… a whistler is anonymous in a sense, just an echoing little reminder that we are all one brand of being… Human.
I live in the weirdest apartment complex ever, for real. And everybody who knows where I live, gets it. This is kinda gross, but there are like hundreds of people who live in buildings A-F on this property & it sure seems like every single one made a bet with each other to see who can hock the most spit. What is wrong with people? Zero class, zero consideration for others, just plain unsanitary. I literally do not touch any railings & tiptoe around here like I’m walking through a land mine most days. Dirty, messy, uncouth, unevolved, unhealthy, unwell people exist right in the backyard, folks.
Then… there is a huge community of feral cats here… like a hundred or so, which we all pitch in to feed, but that doesn’t seem to help. They still multiply despite our efforts to fix & spay. They fight at night, & when it rains here… the cat pee saturated ground lifts to serenade the senses with such an intoxicating aroma that I have to shut all my windows & doors. Not to mention, one lot over, there is a small “tent city” filled with mostly alcoholic homeless people who linger around the property like sad abandoned pets. All of it, breaks my heart, honestly. Poverty, hunger & homelessness exists right in the backyard, folks.
The guy downstairs wakes us all up every Saturday morning with INXS “Don’t Change” ON REPEAT, blaring out his wide-open apartment… over & over & over again, until he passes out I guess, & it gets all quiet all of a sudden. Some days it’s a whole “Heart” album & he drunkenly sings along with every song, it’s actually pretty legendary. But on the contrary, like a real live scene out of a Teen Scream flick… there is a young like 23-year-old girl who has screaming fits out underneath the steps sometimes. She screams bloody murder for like 2 hours straight like a horror movie actor. Cops eventually show up & they get screamed at too… it’s kinda funny. But not… cause there really is something seriously wrong with her. Depression, suicide, PTSD & major mental illnesses exist right in the backyard, folks.
There are a lot of random retired New Yorkers here, big wigs who aged out of the restaurant business living on social security, a bunch of retired truck drivers divorced & estranged from any semblance of family & a plethora of people who more than qualify for disability checks. EVERYONE has a story. My former next-door neighbor, this old strung out retired stockbroker from Bosten, used to tell me stories of being an errand boy for Whitey Bolger, back when he was a kid. One neighbor of mine, is the same age as Donald Trump, back in the day in NYC his highschool used to play Trump’s highschool in sports, lol. My other neighbor who since passed away… jammed with Eric Clapton a few times back in the 70s. Old, lonely, sad, abandoned, washed-out has-beens exist right in the backyard, folks.
Heck, an infamous retired old bank robber lived here once. A bunch of junkies & pseudo King Pins still do live here. The sex offender registry has quite a few hits on the apartment complex map, unfortunately. And if you look at the town’s mug shot page on the police blotter, you will recognize half of my neighborhood. It’s a little unnerving, lol. Criminals, con-artists, creepers, dealers & addicts exist right in the backyard, folks.
Thank god for “the whistler.” If it wasn’t for him, raising our attention to greener pastures around here, this place would definitely be a shade darker, lol. Every neighborhood should have one.
December 21, 2020 was a very special winter solstice. It was a landmark event in the time-space continuum that will go down in history. It was the mark of the end of “The Dark Ages” of man. In Sanskrit, it is called the Kali Yuga: the age of conflict. We have been in a string of dark ages for quite some time. On 12.21.20, humanity officially birthed the Age of Aquarius. In Sanskrit, it is called Satya Yuga or Krita Yuga, which is the age of truth, virtue and righteousness. The Ancient Atlantean ones lived in this age long ago, & now we have come full circle. Let us rejoice… for finally, humanity has come to this beautiful dawning of the ages.
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Back in the late nineties, I had a job once as a teacher’s aide at a daycare center in Northeast Philly. I was 23 & my 19-year-old partner in crime coworker & I used to meet up early every day right before work to burn a joint down in her car out back in the alley. Afterward, we would frolic like besties into the place, all pie-eyed & giggly, clock in & proceed to basically play with a bunch of 2 to 6-year-olds for 5 hours. It was a ball, let me tell you. But then, it only took a few weeks for me to see what was really going on beneath it all.
I began to notice that the teachers were not high like us... they were STONED… off of something way stronger than weed. They were on Xannies, Percs, & Vicodins. And instead of the narcotics making these pre-school teachers more chill, they made them intolerant & impatient & they screamed & yelled at the children in a really abrasive way. They crossed the line by pulling at shirts, squeezing arms & shoving them into their seats. It was not pleasant behavior to witness. And for those of you who know my story, that definitely was a true trigger for me, especially back in my early 20s. There was no way I was gonna continue to stand by & let that kind of child abuse happen on my watch.
Not to mention, these teachers were clearly jaded, had no real passion for the job, & were not happy campers, to say it lightly. I attempted to have a concerned chat or two with them, but they all seemed to be in a teacher bitch-click of sorts that my friend & I were not welcome in. We were only menial aides that made 6 dollars an hour, after all. All the while, to top it all off, every toy in the entire daycare facility was grimy, dirty, germy & never cleaned, even though I & my friend attempted to do so. It was a double whammy of toxicity, between the teachers & toys. No wonder why these kids were always sniveling, whiny & sick.
To make a long story short, I wrote a long detailed letter to the administration on behalf of what I intently thought was right. And I had two things said to me after she read it & called me into her office. One, “you belong in Montessori school,” & two, “we are gonna have to let you go.” Well, one… I had no idea what a Montessori school was, & literally had to look it up in an actual dictionary cause it was like 1997. Two, that day… they ripped me from all those little precious relationships I had, up to & including my cool ass little hippie chic weed-mate. The kids cried, I cried, it was awful. And that was it. Game over.
The Montessori method of education is an educational method developed by Italian physician Maria Montessori. Emphasizing independence, it views children as naturally eager for knowledge and capable of initiating learning in a sufficiently supportive and well-prepared learning environment. A Montessori education develops students who are capable, accountable, knowledgeable people who have the strong sense of self they will need to thrive in the real world.
Well, no one will ever send me home sobbing again, with my heart in my hand & my dignity all wrinkled up in a ball in my pocket. I plan to be heard & promoted to CEO this time around. I am retiring the “Undercover Boss” role. I will be dropping the word undercover, so I can just be BOSS. I didn’t write a letter this time, I wrote TWO BOOKS. I have created a fight song, for not only our children, but for our planet, the animals & our very souls.
December 21, 2020 was a very special winter solstice. It was a landmark event in the time-space continuum that will go down in history. It was the mark of the end of “The Dark Ages” of man. In Sanskrit, it is called the Kali Yuga: the age of conflict. We have been in a string of dark ages for quite some time. On 12.21.20, humanity officially birthed the Age of Aquarius. In Sanskrit, it is called Satya Yuga or Krita Yuga, which is the age of truth, virtue and righteousness. The Ancient Atlantean ones lived in this age long ago, & now we have come full circle. Let us rejoice… for finally, humanity has come to this beautiful dawning of the ages.
Want to know more? My two new books cover EVERYTHING. These are two books you don’t want to miss…
With all due respect, it looks like there are very few books on the market on the topic I wrote about, & the ones that do exist are a bit drab. I was a big fan of Audible all summer & searched tirelessly for titles that would satisfy my curiosity about “Ascension,” “5D,” or “The Age of Aquarius,” but to no avail. After a 5 minute listen, I usually wound up exchanging them for something fun, more light-hearted & no doubt more entertaining. Most of the summer, I was walking in the hot sun after all, with a backpack & a pair of earbuds in. The girl needed a little motivational banter for her strides. lol
Recently, I did a little market research as well, & most books, blogs & FB posts on the exact subject matter of my two books available now…. are ALL either intimidating, too advanced, way too serious & not at all inviting to the average Joe or Jane. And, me personally…? I like Joes & Jane’s… lol. I want to ALWAYS be noticeable to the naked eye, & be music to the ears. MisterLayman’s Terms is my partner in crime.
The other written media taking place right now on the topic of Ascension, 5D, and Age of Aquarius… is quite ethereal in nature. Just because all of a sudden we have technically entered into “The Golden Age of Man”… doesn’t mean all of a sudden everybody understands space language & sophisticated star talk. We are still human last time I checked. We have a funny bone, a smart mouth & we like for people to get us. Is that so much to ask?
Well, I provide the right stuff for the masses right here in my two new books that just launched. My apologies, they are not yet recorded in audio format, they’ll have to be read… but, that doesn’t make them hard to read, or complicated. It just makes them more authentic & cozy coffeehouse corner.
ANYONE can come on board & be accepted & understood here. The content of my & books may be a little bit Quantum Physics but they are definitely not Rocket Science. The books are user-friendly & contain bitesize soul snacks that will feed the need to know exactly what is going on here in our world, the land of opportunity we call America, on the Planet, & to the Human race… bless their hearts, lol. All seven & a half BILLION of them (us).
Get clear here. Buy BOTH books today, they go hand & hand.
They will take you on a journey worth every minute of your time.
December 21, 2020 was a very special winter solstice. It was a landmark event in the time-space continuum that will go down in history. It was the mark of the end of “The Dark Ages” of man. In Sanskrit, it is called the Kali Yuga: the age of conflict. We have been in a string of dark ages for quite some time. On 12.21.20, humanity officially birthed the Age of Aquarius. In Sanskrit, it is called Satya Yuga or Krita Yuga, which is the age of truth, virtue and righteousness. The Ancient Atlantean ones lived in this age long ago, & now we have come full circle. Let us rejoice… for finally, humanity has come to this beautiful dawning of the ages.
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When I am in the market for a new book & I spot one that I might like, I scan the back cover. The back cover never lies. These books were designed to sell themselves. So, the back covers, I thus give you. Click below on my Amazon Author Page, tap FOLLOW while you are there, & then scan the summaries of “Age of Aquarius,” & “Decline of Civility Part 2.” Buy BOTH books with confidence, they are perfect companions. Like two besties… they just about finish each other’s sentences, lol. Click on the preferred PAPERBACK editions. Kindle is a second choice. Audible is not available at this time. But, no worries, they are scrumptiously readable. Click below, or keep reading to learn more, or skip down to the bullet points to see what’s in these books.
“Live a soul-inspired life” is not just a trendy bumper sticker.
When I am in the market for a new book & I spot one that I might like, I scan the back cover. The back cover never lies. These books were designed to sell themselves. So, the back covers, I thus give you. Click below on my Amazon Author Page, tap FOLLOW while you are there, & then scan the summaries of “Age of Aquarius,” & “Decline of Civility Part 2.” Buy BOTH books with confidence, they are perfect companions. Like two besties… they just about finish each other’s sentences, lol. Click on the preferred PAPERBACK editions. Kindle is a second choice. Audible is not available at this time. But, no worries, they are scrumptiously readable.
CLICK BELOW, or keep reading to LEARN MORE, or skip down to the BULLET POINTS to see what all the buzz is about.
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It’s been 100 years since the Industrial Revolution, & we now live in a world today where everything is controlled, monitored, & otherwise owned, dominated & ruled by corporations. The “Great Awakening” began to creep slowly into the mainstream about 30ish years ago, even though we have been waking up in clusters for decades prior. But now… there are those of us who have come out of the “cosmic closet” completely & we are no longer hiding our rights to truth, freedom, liberty & the real pursuit of happiness, which is honoring our true God identity.
The “camp” that is conscious & awakening, ascending & learning to sustain 5D consciousness is at a critical mass.
This means that more than half… or at least 51% of humans on the planet at this time are at this stage. If there indeed is 7 & a half billion people on the planet at this time & counting… there indeed is>>> 3-billion 750 million & one folks (& counting) packing their bags forNew Earth. This critical mass thus is causing “The Shift” on the planet, as we begin to finally collectively undergo a planetary transformation on a grand scale that cannot be denied.
December 21, 2020 was a very special winter solstice. It was a landmark event in the time-space continuum that will go down in history.
It was the mark of the end of “The Dark Ages” of man. In Sanskrit, it is called the Kali Yuga: the age of conflict. We have been in a string of dark ages for quite some time. On 12.21.20, humanity officially birthed the Age of Aquarius. In Sanskrit, it is called Satya Yuga or Krita Yuga, which is the age of truth, virtue and righteousness. The Ancient Atlantean ones lived in this age long ago, & now we have come full circle. Let us rejoice… for finally, humanity has come to this beautiful dawning of the ages.
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Remember back in the day, when people used to say: “Wow, look at them, they are really ahead of their time!” Indeed, maybe you were a trendsetter in your day. If I was a Casio keyboard prodigy or Rubik’s Cube solver, I’d be in some small hall of fame I bet. But for a kid to be rattling on about social reform or reinventing religion…? There were too many unaddressed issues plaguing our society back then for anyone to be taking the little ole scrappy version of me seriously.
When I was a teen & young adult, people seemed to think I was delusional because I spoke in far-out utopian terms & had all kinds of hypothetical ideologies about stuff.
In the house I grew up in, there was a dusty bookshelf in the rec-room, that no one paid any attention to but me. There were these two books beside the old 1970s partial set of frayed army green encyclopedias. One, was on “Parapsychology” & two, was called “Utopia.”You do the math. I was always searching for answers ever since I can remember. I thought I had a kind of pioneering spirit, but folks tended to resist my ideas, calling them crazy talk.
Sunday dinners with the family proved to have more than a few short fuses blown when it came to any topics that might shatter the dream of the ole status quo. But that didn’t stop me.
Every time I write a book, I think anyone can do it, but not anyone can do it. It takes a mighty batch of guts, savvy & courage to say what you have to say with conviction. Unless you’re writing a novel… ya can’t fib, bend the truth, or pretend ya fact-checked it with a wink & a smile. Nope… you have to stand behind every statement, warranty every word, & prove it all by living up to it all (that’s the hardest part). Then, flying by the seat of your pants, you edit your butt off til you drop, all the while knowing… it’s always a gamble. I’m not exactly selling the beach in a bottle with a couple of free tickets to something great taped to the side. At least I don’t think so...lol. Or am I?
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You have to be committed to secretly chanting how it’s gonna set the world on fire even though sometimes you question the entire thing.
There are definitely days when I literally want to go back to 1985 & binge-watch “Three’s Company” & eat 3 bowls of Lucky Charms on the couch. But then I remember it is in fact the great big year two thousand & twenty-one. Yip, we are way past Jack & Chrissy & pink sugary cereal milk with little fading marshmallows. If there ever was a book of mine that you should read, it is not one, but BOTH of these. This is it gang, what it all adds up to, and the proverbial bag of chips. I have a feeling, this is what everybody’s been waiting for… even if y’all didn’t know you were waiting for something.
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They both include very important NEW information for overall health & wellbeing no matter who you are. Gender, age, race, religion, culture, color, creed, all apply. In this case, one size actually does fit all.
They both provide an advanced understanding of the 21st century, of Love redefined & after reading these, it looks like God will have no more gray areas. Guaranteed.
I highly recommend them to anyone wanting to grasp the bigger picture of what exactly is happening to America, our world & human civilization at large.
Allow me to tie it all in for you, make perfect sense of the past, present & future of our species, & familiarize you with a vantage point>>> the likes of which you’ve never had before.
And, even though they both contain heavy-duty topics… as always, they skip down memory lane like a champ & are peppered with an excellent sense of humor, if I do say so myself.
Ladies & gentlemen… get your game face on, & the popcorn out… it’s time to catch a ride to your next level. (and beyond)
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Every next book is always expected to be a person’s next level. Sometimes it’s a distant cousin of it & nothing they ever do is as good as their first star child one. But mine, no doubt better with age & time like fine wine. These books here, are not only my next level… but they are likely YOURS. Which means they are just: NEXT LEVEL. Not trying to brag or be presumptuous, but I’m not afraid to say these are pretty darn phenomenal. If you want to be a part of something crazy amazing, these books give you greatness in a bottle. We’ll save the beach for next time.
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