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Affluentree.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on October 8, 2018 by JenJuice

The undercurrent or their lack of.
The remittance of the accusation of the true-end.
Rifling through dignity of semi-sustainability and the affluentree dignity –
I don’t know where it came from.
It just flows.
Like the rattle of the clock –
And the ambient still.
She said, “go home, I’m good,”
But, really… who is she?

Be-ing.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 26, 2018 by JenJuice

I don’t wither well…no mention of how I have been
draggin’ the heavy energy around for decades… Jen Pole Legs
Why not just let go……

Light enters…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on September 25, 2018 by JenJuice

Dad was in Vegas…Russian roulette he’d play that night. Sobbing on his knees and giving up…gun to head. Finger to trigger….Click.
Head’s up.
Light entered.
Angel spoke to him, he said.
“Go home and find …Jenny…
She needs you.” – the angel spoke.

My Dad listened.

to be continued….

TWA Flight…805

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 11, 2018 by JenJuice

I often sit and ponder in awe at how I’m still alive. I say that with all due grace and respect. I took my first plane ride ever in 1996 to Germany. I stayed there for months. As I was returning back to Houston, I had a layover at JFK airport in NY. There were no cell phones or internet, but what I had is my intuition. I kept feeling something causing anxiety – not fear, but something big I couldn’t explain and I couldn’t find a way to verbalize it or even stop whatever this feeling was. So, I got on the plane heading back to Houston where I landed (after getting slapped in the nose with the pungent smell of mayonnaise and a man engulfing a mayonnaise and white bread sandwich). I walked out of the plane to meet my family (which were not the type to meet me at any coming home). I was like….”why are all of you so white? (I mean whiter than normal) and sobbing?” They said, “Jenny, you made it home. The flight next to you coming from Paris blew up killing all the passengers next your flight. It was TWA flight 800. And I was flight TWA 805. I made it home.” Home has always been my heart, the truest presence. Life is such a fucking gift and how long and how much does it take to believe that you have purpose to be here? This traumatic event led me to find and meet my birth father. And, for that, I am eternally grateful.
Much love, my dear souls. Enjoy your time and love. It’s special. ❤

Findings.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 1, 2018 by JenJuice

You can’t feel an ocean until you stand in one.Koh Samui

I just want to…..Surrender…..to you.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 24, 2016 by JenJuice

The thundering thoughts of you franchise me like the wall
I spray-painted my digits on – when you weren’t looking, of course.
The covert her-ness. Never close enough and always craving more –
of you. This may be the hardest rendition of a teaching I’ve reached.
This point.
The undertones of speech yet…the wetness of
the energy is so fucking deep – we can’t even speak.
What words are there to be said – when we speak our own language
on a frequency we both understand? So, why is this one of such an insatiable deliverance?
When all I want to do is surrender….I can’t.