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Straight Up…Jen

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2018 by JenJuice

I have been asked many of occasions if I’m Autistic. We all need a way to be described..right?

In fairness, I did teach myself to be a database expert (I’m till not quite sure what an expert is). I have one college course under my belt – Art History. I often say I’m the female version of Good Will Hunting…not far off…

The thing is energy of my thoughts travels fast. At times faster than my body can process, so I stumble over words and have to take a pause to visualize my words to align them in a way I can communicate my view. Writing has always been the way I can speak and that’s evolving…slowing down my thoughts with my movement (key).

See, we are all frequency. We are all energy. Society just hasn’t been used to communicating energy. It’s not autism – it’s the speed our mind travels. Our brains process information at lightning speed. The human brain has about 100 billion neurons each firing about 200 times per second. We all have a genius in us. Tap in.

Recall, she said…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2018 by JenJuice

they use a lot more words now it seems..at least more cognizant…like the word, narrative. (in flavored teas)

I don’t recall using narrative in the 90s…nor from others…the words are words..and…you, see…

..must we want to expect from a dim light of reference? The light is the only way to walk, and not…last.
she said, it’s right.
and, I believe go forward.
In the everlance.
she brings birth
to the biggest life…and
her…
legs..they move toward the gathering of the all
she had of me.
The belief is always upward and onward…and if you stay in the same place…I gotta leave you…but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you(s).
Much love,
All of me.

Flow State of Intention…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 13, 2018 by JenJuice

Do you ask yourself 20 years into liking anything why do you still enjoy it and what is the purpose? I’ve been in flow since I can remember..life.. it’s not been an easy path to be in flow.. in this world..to me – the only way. While they say we all need to live in flow..most will resist said flow. I’ve been called weird, crazy, wtf, that girl, smart, pretty, whathaveyou in some repository to give me an identity, but no one gives me an identity. I am the only me. It’s the state I reside – The Flow State of Intention. If you ain’t been called weird or crazy for your authenticity – work harder.

I’ll be the Abstract…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 10, 2018 by JenJuice

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?

Vibrate Higher

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

Energy is how we are here. Simply physics. Every living organism is a form of energy. Emotions are energy in motion….Movement.

Music is vibration and if the music we are making popular is vibrating at a lower level of consciousness, we are manifesting low-level energies in our World. We must understand that art is the power that evolves us and we need to be very aware of the energy we are supporting to vibrate our World. Because we are all part of the perfection and manifestation of our reality. Vibrate higher. Manifest the highest love. Passion is self-love.
Jen pole

Water(ed).

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on July 18, 2017 by JenJuice

Glass breaks. Rocks splatter. The one burning matter.

My life. Like Water.

Fuck it down. fuck it up

Make her holler.

Show her what you have – to offer.

The destination is me.

Up to date.

And satisfied 10 times over.

Where does the time go? I shout at my watch.

And, I remembered I don’t own one.

If I had a jewel of existence to model you after.

You would be there when I need you.

Better when I want you.

And solid many times over.

Simple letters of the stained martyr.

I reveal. My voice..…my fingertips.

The shards.

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