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Prose; brought to my knees


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“I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go. My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for that day.”― Abraham Lincoln

Sometimes memories go deeply away into the unconscious like a rabid dragon.

But sometimes they rear their grotesque head and fill my colorless brain in the morning.

My 16-year-old son, coming in the front door and dropping to his knees, weeping, after seeing his Dad for one of the last times before he died was a moment like that. They had a little sacramental exchange showing they were bonded forever head to heart.

It’s four years extinct (in 2019) but there is a harrowing rock between my throat and my heart that wells up bereaved tears into my eyes and makes my mangled heart break, wondering where all the music in the house went? His dad was a musician. And what of my son’s future without his father?

Three months later my fiance died, dropped to the floor at the hospital from the flu and never came back awake. I felt like I was going to die standing there. I felt my fledgling spirit try to leave my body. Some friendly phantasm kept me there and I just went into numbing shock while a hospital helper offered me an innocuous sandwich. I thought I was going to throw up my soul. How could she offer me a sandwich? It was very odd to me.

Why am I even still here?

Death is always around me but I am full of Life. What vortex do I live in that protects me in this fragile dimension? My own.

A prophetic, intuitive one that takes great joy in serving my fellows and honing my vital body. Still, that doesn’t stop the sudden onslaught of being brought to my knees with grief and awe at what I’ve been through but still alive.

Well, part of me is not. Part of me died with them.

The death of someone you love is not something you get over. It’s something you live with and becomes part of your saliferous breath. Life is not a happy merry-go-round for most of us and there’s no point in pretending.

(Dave died December 2015. Michael died March 2016)

©️Lisa K. Townsend, 100%

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Literally Folks…Back From the Dead


This is a nightmare. Don’t let them bury you for at least 5 days after you’re pronounced dead because you may not be.

He saw his ex-girlfriends.🤣 I almost fell off the couch laughing. I wonder who would greet me? There are quite a few over there from my life.

This is a very cool story.

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Since Today is White World Bridger Whose Theme is Death and Change, I Get to Show my Morbid Curiosity.


SO…This article is from Big Think. It landed in my email. What does this have to do with our DNA? Anything? I wonder.

Dead bodies keep moving for more than a year after death, new study finds.

Say what? (Cue jaw drop)

So much for rest in peace.

MIKE COLAGROSSI 16 September, 2019

Dead bodies keep moving for more than a year after death, new study finds

Credit: fergregory via Adobe Stock

  • Australian scientists found that bodies kept moving for 17 months after being pronounced dead.
  • Researchers used photography capture technology in 30-minute intervals every day to capture the movement.
  • This study could help better identify time of death.

We’re learning more new things about death everyday. Much has been said and theorized about the great divide between life and the Great Beyond. While everyone and every culture has their own philosophies and unique ideas on the subject, we’re beginning to learn a lot of new scientific facts about the deceased corporeal form.

An Australian scientist has found that human bodies move for more than a year after being pronounced dead. These findings could have implications for fields as diverse as pathology to criminology.

Dead bodies keep moving

Credit: Flickr

Researcher Alyson Wilson studied and photographed the movements of corpses over a 17 month timeframe. (I would love to see her birth themeplex)

She recently told Agence France Presse about the shocking details of her discovery.

Reportedly, she and her team focused a camera for 17 months at the Australian Facility for Taphonomic Experimental Research (AFTER), taking images of a corpse every 30 minutes during the day. For the entire 17 month duration, the corpse continually moved.

“What we found was that the arms were significantly moving, so that arms that started off down beside the body ended up out to the side of the body,” Wilson said.

The researchers mostly expected some kind of movement during the very early stages of decomposition, but Wilson further explained that their continual movement completely surprised the team:

“We think the movements relate to the process of decomposition, as the body mummifies and the ligaments dry out.”

During one of the studies, arms that had been next to the body eventually ended up akimbo on their side.

The team’s subject was one of the bodies stored at the “body farm,” which sits on the outskirts of Sydney. (Wilson took a flight every month to check in on the cadaver.)Her findings were recently published in the journal, Forensic Science International: Synergy.

Implications of the study

The researchers believe that understanding these after death movements and decomposition rate could help better estimate the time of death. Police for example could benefit from this as they’d be able to give a timeframe to missing persons and link that up with an unidentified corpse. According to the team:

“Understanding decomposition rates for a human donor in the Australian environment is important for police, forensic anthropologists, and pathologists for the estimation of PMI to assist with the identification of unknown victims, as well as the investigation of criminal activity.”

While scientists haven’t found any evidence of necromancy. . . the discovery remains a curious new understanding about what happens with the body after we die.

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Sunday Before 2020 Winter Solstice


Bridging Worlds

I organize in order to Equalize.

Balancing Opportunity

I seal the Store of Death (change)

With the Rhythmic tone of Equality

I am guided by my own power doubled.

White 6 WorldbridgerThe Dreamspell kin 6

This is amino acid Threonine in themeplex with glutamine, histidine and arginine.

The Sun is moving into Capricorn and Jupiter and Capricorn are in Aquarius at 0 degrees tomorrow! This energy brings hyper level or cognitive ability, organization, strategy and form. But given that this is opening up a new 26,000 year Age of Aquarius and we are finishing the Age of Pisces with the Moon in Pisces, there is huge humanitarian, equality of opportunity (not gentrification of humans and contrived equality), diversity, not sameness and open-mindedness.

We’re going to need that open-mindedness with DISCLOSURE, especially of all the stellar species that live here with us and those that visit. I look forward to all the apologies from people who made fun of us when the stellar species are finally, consistently visible and live with us on the surface. I’m fairly sure it will happen in my lifetime.

The attributes of World Bridger are forgiveness, surrender, transformer, conscious, humble, transmutation, multidimensional, community oriented, and grounded in spirit.

The analog support until dawn is Red 6 Skywalker, a balanced time and space traveler, equality of knowledge, accomplished in assuming challenges

The Guide Power until noon is Itself.

The antipode challenge until dusk is Yellow 6 Warrior or organized questioning, fearlessness, and intelligence.

The Hidden Wisdom until midnight is Blue 8 Galactic Eagle or Galactic Vision, modeling integrity of believing in the Self, a dreamer, and scientific.

The Galactic Fifth Force Group is helping with White 8 Galactic Wizard. This could be the Tall Whites or The Nordics. I have a good friend who looks just like the woman on the left.

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Daily Reading; White 6 Rhythmic World-Bridger; Sunday Before 2020 Winter Solstice


I organize in order to Equalize.

Balancing Opportunity

I seal the Store of Death (change)

With the Rhythmic tone of Equality

I am guided by my own power doubled.

White 6 WorldbridgerThe Dreamspell kin 6

This is amino acid Threonine in themeplex with glutamine, histidine and arginine.

The Sun is moving into Capricorn and Jupiter and Capricorn are in Aquarius at 0 degrees tomorrow! This energy brings hyper level or cognitive ability, organization, strategy and form. But given that this is opening up a new 26,000 year Age of Aquarius and we are finishing the Age of Pisces with the Moon in Pisces, there is huge humanitarian, equality of opportunity (not gentrification of humans and contrived equality), diversity, not sameness and open-mindedness.

We’re going to need that open-mindedness with DISCLOSURE, especially of all the stellar species that live here with us and those that visit. I look forward to all the apologies from people who made fun of us when the stellar species are finally, consistently visible and live with us on the surface. I’m fairly sure it will happen in my lifetime.

The attributes of World Bridger are forgiveness, surrender, transformer, conscious, humble, transmutation, multidimensional, community oriented, and grounded in spirit.

The analog support until dawn is Red 6 Skywalker, a balanced time and space traveler, equality of knowledge, accomplished in assuming challenges

The Guide Power until noon is Itself.

The antipode challenge until dusk is Yellow 6 Warrior or organized questioning, fearlessness, and intelligence.

The Hidden Wisdom until midnight is Blue 8 Galactic Eagle or Galactic Vision, modeling integrity of believing in the Self, a dreamer, and scientific.

The Galactic Fifth Force Group is helping with White 8 Galactic Wizard. This could be the Tall Whites or The Nordics. I have a good friend who looks just like the woman on the left.

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DNA and Time Merge With Each Other Because They Are the Same


Reclaimed by nature in Saint Petersburg, Florida.
Photo: Bear Creek Custom Timber LLC

So it is with every event that happens in time. Time is DNA. They merge with each other because they’re one. The tree, stone and human are all composed of DNA. As time evolves DNA evolves and eventually it’s gone.

The memory goes into the akashic record. But memory is an apparition, unmanifested.

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Essay: Heartset; There’s No One Left. I’m Alone. (Freebie)


It has finally happened after twenty years. I live alone in my house, no men, no noise, no demands for food or rides, this or that, “Mom can you help me!” “C’ mon, let’s go to the store”.

My son’s dad died nine years ago…the last time I saw him was Christmas Day. Five days later, he was gone. I barely eeked out a smile as I said goodbye. He had been pretty emotionally abusive to me, frustrated his whole life, not knowing he was high-functioning autistic savant until three months beforehand. My efforts at solace could not change his brain, but he was a music legend on the pile of my torn apart heart. In addition, my son did not see his father respect me; the fruits of patriarchy.

Three months later my fiance died. I had fifteen minutes notice. We loved each other and did everything for each other. It was not to be. He had not taken care of his body and it caught up with him.

Now four days ago, my nineteen-year-old son went out the door with his backpack and no notice to start his hero’s adventure quest which is his birthright. Good for him but he could have warned me! It reminded me of the sudden death of my fiance.

On his way out, of course, he was mad at me and said I was so selfish. I suppose because I take care of myself and being a female, that is unacceptable and taboo. I wonder if he thought of the effect of his words on me, skipping them like stones across the water? Doubtful at his age. I’ve been called selfish alot because I’m independent and have my own life that I share with a few people who don’t ask me to stop loving physics and time science just because I’m a girl.

But the men walk out quickly and don’t return I’ve learned, to the other side of this world…or town. It doesn’t matter. They’re not with me.

It is so peaceful in this house without a raucous male. Part of me has waited twenty years to take my body back from my partners and my son, and before that, a line of men, but not a long line.

Now I get an adventure quest; a fresh start, the second half of my life, a thriving business, a home, free to do whatever I want and a body with no risk of pregnancy. I haven’t given it all away.

It’s like this secret I have as a sixty two-year-old who no one would suspect and assumes in our youth-worshipping culture, female-sacrificing altars around every corner, that I’m all washed up. “Hasn’t that woman been laid flat yet? Well, why not?” (My mother keeps literally asking that as though she’s waiting for me to fall) “She’s Selfish!” they cry. With a capital “S” not a small “s”. There is the low self and the Higher Self. No. I just don’t believe in aging and atrophy. I don’t follow programming.

Truth is, I am my own best friend and for the first time in my life, I’m taking care of my body for me and no one else. More and more women are doing it. I’m not alone. We still have work to do and adventure quests to commence. Ridiculous isn’t it.

I feign an attitude and a bird ready to flip until my dying day…because I said so.

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If We’re Not Thinking in Dreams…


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They know by studying the brain that we are not “thinking” while we sleep.

If I’m not thinking, then where are the people, places, voices, words, events, and feelings coming from? It’s not exactly like watching a movie; it’s more like an opaque, frenetic cloud that’s really alive.

I’m free in my dreams to sit back or join in, to interact or be quiet without judgment. Waking life is a dream for me. All day, while I’m “awake”, I’m trying to go back to my dream state to remember how I felt, who I saw, and what happened. It feels like there is a whole other life full of etheric information for me there. Waking life feels like just a resonance is a type of magnetic can; the kind you string together.

Where did I go? I know it was a good place because it affects my day, depending on where I went that night.

I’m not saying I don’t like it here, on earth, but the other side does beckon somehow. I’m a bit glad of that for when my body is worn to a frazzle at one-hundred and four years old, my work is done, it will be easy to drift off and say, “My work here is done.  I’m out.”  My senses and my body still want to drink in all that earth has to offer though, right now.

Earth is fabulous, no matter how hard it can get here.

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Essay; Sad and Sorry…Pivoted (free)


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I was just, in the flow of things, feeling sad and sorry today thinking about the fact that we are heading into the Memorial Day weekend and I am mate-less because he died March 13th.  That could make you feel sorry for me in and of itself, especially since he was my soul mate but that is leveling itself out now that we’re in May in Michigan.

Michael, my mate, who was going to be my fiance, is still with me. Ashes scattered in the garden, we are absolutely, telepathically connected. He’s with me all the time, still learning on the other side, we continue to teach each other, and he’s trying to earn his wings and climb the spiritual ladder. So, that’s all good, but that’s not the theme here.

I was feeling very down today until my patient came to get her deep tissue therapy and asked how I was.  Essentially I said, “Meh” (I didn’t precisely say that) and she asked me why.  I told her I miss Michael and we always had great fun at the holiday, shopping, cooking out, blah, blah, blah, all the traditional things. I’m not marching from grave to grave this year with flowers due to the many people around me that have died this year.

She counters and says, “I’m married and have a big family and I just want to be by myself. I don’t want to do any gatherings! You’re lucky!” She’s the third woman in the last week who has said she wants to be alone! When patients walk into my office to get treatment, they always tell me the truth about how they feel.

I wonder what is going on? Other women are telling me that men they know are dying suddenly and they’ve been to too many funerals. For real. Guys…you may want to put your best foot forward these days before the Light sucks you into its eternal vortex. Because lately, on this planet, we women like to be alone.  If you’re not here to help and to love…well…

I’m not wishing it!  I’m just observing what’s going on.