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A Star Born(ed)…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on October 17, 2018 by JenJuice

It has always been our story…Michael was a musician…we were this beauty. I saw the film, “A Star is Born” and I knew the story was us.
I left the theater with mascara-stained cheeks from the guttural sobbing tolls during the showing. What’s a love story without the tragedy? The old story would say…but, I am ready to change that story-line.

Michael, here in my arms…was killed in a hit and run in LA in 2013.

It’s been a very very challenging journey…in short.

And, I’m here for purpose…He reminds me every day…Energy does not die. It simply transform forms. And, that’s been my struggle. We didn’t break-up, he was essentially murdered. And, I have woven through so many emotional journeys and how to forgive on so many levels and how to move fucking forward is only through love. And, love doesn’t die – energy doesn’t die.

I’m still human though….and that’s, where I am. The Star is Born where Love resides. In me.

Michael was always a star on Earth and sure enough in the cosmos. Love the way you shine, babe. Right through me.

Soul love is true love.

Simply love.

Micheal and Jen

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.

Frequency level…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 7, 2018 by JenJuice

I speak to the subconscious.21728357_10211285407265845_3806728693056502364_n

Brain(ed).

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

Energy looks for itself for resolution.
Note: the energy is not equal to acceptance.
Being aware of the energy and what its there to show you is the question served
Best warm.Brain

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….

PB and……

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on September 12, 2018 by JenJuice

I used to live in Brentwood, CA…a block away from the OJ scene. In essence, with energy attracts energy. Brentwood must have encapsulated some intense energy..I lived in this small complex and had an older lady, no boundary-havin landlord. A smaller wrinkly, cladded woman with white hair disheveled like her breath. robed in white hospital gowns…meandering the windows and screaming relentlessly for anyone that would listen on her way to her son’s room a couple down from me…I remember one day I rolled home, a bit stoned and see the tenants standing outside my place. I asked what was up…They asked if I heard..I said.. “no, and don’t tell me right now, I’m stoned and will follow-up the next day.” So, I did..turns out…Sandy, the manager, choked on peanut butter and crashed on my porch…she passed.
I really don’t have anything to make of this story, but it rides to the surreal nature of my life for the most part…

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. ❤