I was today years old when I learnt that the part of the body we affectionately refer to as a pouch has a proper scientific name.
Ladies and gentleman, introducing the panniculus, “an apron of skin and fat that sags below the navel, particularly after pregnancy or weight loss”.
While I won’t be adding panniculus to my baby names list, I do think we should show it a little more love. Because despite what you might see on social media, having a pouch, or a panniculus on a Sunday, is entirely natural and normal. And to prove it, I refer you to the drawing attached.
This piece of art was created in 23,000 BCE, on the walls of a cave in what we now call France. Opinions vary as to whether it represents a woman in childbirth, or an appreciative ode to the female form, but either way her pouch is clearly visible, and she was important enough and interesting enough and beautiful enough to commit to rock for eternity.
It can be hard to feel good about our bodies after pregnancy and birth, and there’s no denying that we have been forever changed by the experience inside and out, but it’s even harder when we try to live up to unattainable and constantly shifting beauty standards.
That’s why this piece of art brings me such joy, the figure is undeniably and unashamedly female, lumps and bumps and all. And if a woman 25,000 years ago, whose life was undoubtedly much harder than mine, can handle this jelly, then so can I.
A question for the makers of 17th-century French coins – what is that interesting thing they have flying around?
Scholars and historians believe it is a depiction of Ezekiel’s wheel, the divine chariot. It’s funny that at the same time Ezekiel’s wheel was depicted as two ordinary wheels inserted one into the other. But who cares about such discrepancies? Round means wheel.
For several years, experts have been arguing about a fresco in which we can see a church and above it, a strange disk-shaped object, very reminiscent of a UFO.
In the fresco, the unidentified object seems to be setting the structure on fire. Scientists are debating the fact that they cannot figure out the true meaning of the painted object. Some say that the UFO does not actually emit fire – it is just dirt. Others doubt that the fresco depicts a UFO at all.
On the palette of the book (hardcover book), which was printed in the eighteenth century, was found drawn UFO. According to ufologists, this is further evidence that three hundred years ago our planet was still visited by aliens.
The book, which found a “flying saucer” surrounded by glittering lightning, was published in 1716. It is a treatise on mathematics by Johann Funk. On the cover of the book you can find a UFO in the “classic” already for modern man style, which is how we imagine an alien ship of aliens.
You can call it fiction, coincidence or just a joke, but in the Bible and in some icons you can see quite strange flying machines
It would even be more correct to say, saucer-like vehicles, which for thousands of years are considered to be closely linked to an extraterrestrial advanced civilization
No one has ever explained all these drawings and images, but if you combine everything into a general picture, then in the past, people had to see something similar in reality, otherwise where did they take all these images?
A rather famous picture. It is an artistic reproduction of a petroglyph found in a labyrinth on the island of Joto in Japan in 1957.
It is interesting that the same flying saucer machines and halos over people are also found in the images of India and Kazakhstan.
“Summer Holiday. Belgium.
The tapestry called “Summer Feast” was created in Bruges (capital of the province of West Flanders in Belgium) around 1538. Today it can be seen in the Bavarian National Museum.
It is famous for depicting very UFO-like objects that hover in the sky. Judging by the numerous images of flying machines in this and other paintings, and even in the Bible, the ancients flew safely and were not such savages.
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They did communion today. They were singing, “nothing but the blood of Jesus cleans us …” drinking their wine, eating their cookies.
I envisioned a man, nailed to a tree, bleeding profusely while these ones go to the body and fill their little cups, cutting off a small piece of flesh, consuming them.
“His death is our life!”, they exclaim.
And I’m reminded of a memory, being in a sweet white dress, in a pit, while robed figures above me drank my blood, as I pleaded to deaf ears not to do it.
Although the talk was good this morning, choosing to be what the Most High created you to be rather than pretending to be somebody else who you admire more …
I’m not too sure I can come back here.
They just filled the vessels (humans) with a substance, and sang a song asking to be made into whatever “he” wanted them to be.
Too much like a ritual.
Not nearly enough celebrating the “life”.
Or the one present now … pulling some up, locking others in. The actual goings on right now … his actions … right now.
Yes. They saw me seated. Yes. They noted my lack of participation.
Witches … and the ignorant they use to cast the spell, the illusion they believe they can absorb his healing, life giving essence by sacrificing and consuming him.
It’s what they are doing to many Divine Beings right now, and they don’t understand.
Their Life Force is what fuels soulless beings.
It’s “Soul”, the God given vitality flowing in organic beings which gives them life.
They are dead.
Clones.
Soulless.
Gathering believers who don’t mind killing and eating other so they can continue being real shitty persons.
People have no idea how many Krysted Beings have been slaughtered and put in hell to keep this illusion of matrix going. And the unsuspecting participate, believing it frees them, when it actually is used to ensnare them.
Binding magic.
Willingly imposed over self.
Through a warped and crazy lie.
People still behave like animals, ingesting the life force essence of an other to sustain themselves. I suppose they can’t object when it’s their turn.
What’s interesting to me, is folks don’t understand the truth of this … as far as I know … is these ones think if they unalive just the right one, they’ll be able to harness the essence and gain entry into the Most Highs kingdom… to overthrow it.
Gods people continuously come to this realm to try and extract the family … who had been sacrificed to lower vibrational entities for power.
Yes. After all this time, after the brutalization and traumatization of the children of the Most High and Family, they are getting what they deserve.
Thanks be to the Master. The most High God, here helping the planet keep promises.
For 20 years I heard the tormented screams and cries of children begging for someone to save them. For 20 years I yearned for silence, doing everything possible to keep self from falling into madness.
“Normal” people think being psychic means the mind is broken. They don’t hold back their cruelty in this regard.
Now days, big shifts are happening. The cries of the children are near silent, at least for me. (Thanks be to the Most High, my King, and our beloved family, this collective of Soul, with many skills and talents, expertise on many levels, in many realms).
Sometimes I like to listen to heavy metal guitar. I have a current favorite, Tommy Johansson. I don’t know if it’s his baby face or what, but he is fascinating.
Last night Spirit said silence is golden.
Yes. It is.
To be able to sit in meditation without the cries, without the taunting, the maddening and brutal attack upon my consciousness, is pure bliss.
However, I still hear them, these interfering dominators, god wannabees.
So occasionally, as I enjoy freedom of expression and free will choice, I choose what to fill my head space with. As I hear complaint, I smile. The darker aspect of self is pleased my taunting, tormenter companions disprove my choice. It pleases me greatly, for I actually enjoy it very much. The fact it upsets them is just a bonus.
Years ago, I had vision of a silent woman. She wore a burnt orange turban, matching dress. Her hands were folded at her waist. She had light skin. It was as though she was asking me for help. Later, she appeared again. Her headwear was a worn out scarf, not even pretty, and her dress was unmatched rags. She looked panicked. They punished her for appearing before me.
When I hear “silence is golden” I think of the children, I think of this woman, and many others I won’t get into at this time.
I get angry.
How dare you dictate to me what I contribute or don’t in this space? How dare you try to control my menu, my movement, my expression?
For twenty years we ALL heard the children. We ALL watched as men in the astral were in “rutting season”, seeking an energy source (lower chakra, sexual energy) suitable for them … all while the children cried.
I spit on them!
And I spit on those who would attempt to silence me.
Piss on you.
My King has stated you’ll get what you deserve. He is Truth. And I Am Patient.
Aho.
Oh don’t it hurt deep inside To see someone do something to her Oh don’t it pain to see someone cry How especially if that someone is her
Silence is golden But my eyes still see Silence is golden, golden But my eyes still see
Talking is cheap people follow like sheep Even though there is no where to go How could she tell he deceived her so well Pity she’ll be the last one to know
Silence is golden But my eyes still see Silence is golden, golden But my eyes still see
How many times will she fall for his lines Should I tell her or should I be cool And if I tried I know she’d say I lied Mind your business don’t hurt her you fool
Silence is golden But my eyes still see Silence is golden, golden But my eyes still see But my eyes still see But my eyes still see
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