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My Meaning of Love

After 13 years of Synchronicities my life took on a very big change with "She, (my life) is even now at the door". That was the message of the synchronicities in Jan 1993. My heart was circumcised by loss. After loosing all that was close to me my life began to come to me in many forms, the first was the teaching that there has always only been you and I. Not just my life and I, but an understanding of why it was said by Jesus, you do it unto the least of these you have done it unto me. I had sought to know the True Intentions of the heart through ATTENTION to SPIRIT, I learned a lot until the day my heart was broken which is when the real story began

I was heartbroken and could not trust anyone as the person I had trusted betrayed me and I could not accept any interpretation about life, I knew I had to get it from this stream of synchronicities that had taught me so much up until then.

Once I let there ONLY BE YOU and I, MY LIFE I learned to see YOU in everything and in the others that came to make up my world. There is ONLY YOU and I and this Veil of Interpretation which is only separating us. When I saw ONLY YOU/MY LIFE I drew to me exactly what I needed, and though those I met were wild, they were perfect for that moment as the SPIRIT led me to KNOW YOU. Liberal or Conservative no longer existed,,, for there was only YOU and I, MY LIFE

Attention to YOU/MY LIFE through synchronicity keeps me focused in the right direction and away from judging others to only seeing YOU through my wild heart/(dna) Love is now just between YOU and I and I share this love with those around me. Romance with a person mirrors this love and how I interact with my partner is how I am to see the world.

Excerp from Wild Hearted Romance with SPIRIT

In the beginning I was called Adam which means Earth

I was alone and like a dream you came out of me

In my loneliness, in my bewilder- ness, through my broken heart, YOU came

The Story of StephenTree
            In those days, everyone seemed strange. And the fearful, they gathered together in what they called churches and denominations and countries though their hearts were often separate from each other they gathered together. There came a man out of the wilderness, the strange,.. they thought he was strange, and the fearful of course feared him.
            At night this man would light a candle, and incense on a small table and listening to music of any type pleasing. He would wander around the table dreaming. Lost in wonder he was to find his life hidden in his moments, in a reality he came to refer to as

Romance in Spirit

In my loneliness, in my bewilder- ness, through my broken heart, she (life) came.

            This is the story of StephenTree, who spending days at home alone without opening the front door came to know his life in the uniqueness of the spirit that is life.

There is only you and I , my life

            He does not write in the normal fashion of the day, and the veiled sometimes have difficulty understanding him. But what he has to say has astounded many who have met him, and changed many of their lives. This is the story of the spirit that is StephenTree.

.” When through a misunderstanding I found myself in jail for three days and also on the road to a divorce again I felt as though my life was over in spite of all that I had been shown by spirit in the past twelve years. I just could not understand why. Before this occurred I was repeating what a deeper layer of myself was saying. “I am he who lays his life down and I am he who will raise it back up again.” Let me transport you to the beginning of this adventure. I found myself sitting in the waiting cell by myself. Having never been in jail before this was extremely stress inducing, together with the loss of my best friend on earth, my wife, and the daughter I had stayed home and raised. I had never felt so alone in my life. The synchronicities that I had been experiencing for twelve years had taught me much yet I felt abandoned in this cell. I wish to express these aspects of my emotional state so that you might see what I was to experience. It is not the scripture that is the word of God but the spirit and context to which it is given. It was written, “The word is very near to you, even in your mouth and in your heart.” ‹’Once again I am shown another aspect of this mystery ‹’The smallest of points altars entirely the largest of equations and renders all interpretations meaningless. While sitting in the cell I felt what I wanted to occur. The feeling could be embodied in the statement.. Turn the tables. The spiritual archetype of resurrection was definitely needed here. As I wandered in circles in the cell I continued to express the emotion, (words are not as powerful as feeling) turn the tables...turn the tables...turn the tables. Later I was transferred to the B block and made some acquaintances there. I spent most of my time alone in the two-man cell thinking and feeling. Then started the synchronicities. ( Synchronicities were coincidences that I had been taught to recognize). Walking in circles in the cell I spoke only within myself. The men playing cards on the table on the first floor of the large room were oblivious to my intent. I continued to express. turn the tables over and over. All of a sudden a young man who must have been loosing at cards jumped up on the cement table and yelled loudly and with much emotion. THE TABLES ARE TURNED. I ran to the rail and looked down at the men below as the man who yelled jumped back down with his cards in his hand and proceeded to win the hand. I looked up at the TV that was mounted on the wall just as the animated commercial of the resurrection scene was being displayed. The date was march 1 1993. I knew that all things were sanctified to my use when it felt right. So I went downstairs and got the newspaper off the table and read the horoscope. ‹’--------------- ‹’ It does not seem so now but you will come out on ‹’ top in the end. ‹’ Legal matters will be dispatched with relative ease ‹’ Spruce up powerful friendships are on their way. ‹’---------------- No longer do I call you slave but friend. Jesus I took a piece of paper and wrote down all the things that were happening and began to write what I wanted. I want my baby and my home I want my baby and my home I want my baby and my home The second day I waited till 3:30pm to find out that I had my home because she had moved out. And that I would be able to see my baby as much as I wanted to. Upon getting out of jail I felt a new appreciation for life and freedom. I went to the mall and bought a Victorian Cameo key chain because I felt I was about to meet a girl named Victoria. I had had many synchronicities about this and ran into several small children named Victoria. Everywhere I went for two days I was running into Cameo’s. At this time I did not know the significance of the Cameo however. I found myself out just driving to do some thinking and was feeling a tremendous loneliness come over me. I really felt like meeting another girl that would help me get over the pain of what had happened and help me start new. I knew however that that indeed was the wrong thing to do. I had begun to refer to spirit in the feminine sense at this time. Driving in the truck I turned on the radio I had in the seat next to me and the song said Fill up the tank and go for a ride. I stopped at the Tom Thumb store I was passing and put fuel in the truck as I was on empty. I continued driving north on highway 87 out of Milton and passed Whiting field. Off to the right I saw a sandy basin that looked as though it were a river that was dry at this time. I found a dirt road and pulled in. I began to travel up a path when I heard rifle shots in the distance and just after hearing the shots I came up upon a snake in my path. A path went off to the right around the snake and away from the shots. I climbed down into the basin and began to walk south. The basin felt so empty that I began to think about the children of Israel as they traveled through the wilderness. The place was so barren and lifeless yet something was definitely there. All of a sudden the lonely feelings swept over me as never before in my life. I could not stop crying as I wandered the emptiness. Tears flooded my eyes and I began to cry out Girl, Girl why have you forsaken me. I came up on a cave that was open on the top and went back in the cave. Again thoughts of Moses in the wilderness flooded my mind as I cried out Girl, Girl where are you girl. The sides of the cavern were layered and I began to feel the heart of girl. She was a blue-layered pearl and her loneliness was a gift to me. Images of the proton and the electron and a love affair between them. This is my gift to you. Emptiness. Poetry I had never heard before flooded my mind ‹’ You thought you were alone when you let your tears fall but you were in my heart the Vacuum which ‹’drew you to me. The heart is a layered rose and the fragrance can draw the love you seek. Here, dig here for the treasure you seek. So I began to dig in the ground, up popped the ugliest small stone I had ever seen. Where is the treasure, I ask my heart. This is it, as this stone appears to be formless and void so is the beginning of a pearl. You will see, my love will come in waves, to layer this pearl. Many more feelings were processed that day and I knew in my loneliness and emptiness I was not alone. Leaving the sight I drove back to Milton and noticed many signs that had roses on them. Everywhere I turned were roses that day. Layers, pearls, roses, huh. That evening I went to the beach to think and came up on a beach bar that had karaoke that night. I went in and enjoyed the company of the people there and was talked into singing a song. I looked through the book they handed me and saw immediately the song “The Rose”. I remembered hearing the song before and knew it was the spirit that I was experiencing. I sang the song and knew it wasn’t me singing it. There were tears in my eyes and the song poured out of me. “The soul afraid of dying can never learn to live.” I could not believe that the people actually clapped during the middle of the song. I knew it was the passion that had served my life so many times before. The next day I woke up and went to town to walk and think. Spirit always takes whatever is on my mind and turns it into the next step. Ohh she’s cute, flirting, yea it’s sort of like walking in a new place and feeling the vibes or spirit that is there and then allowing myself to operate in that same spirit. So the girl is really flirting with herself because what you are saying is what her web of intent is drawing.
I found myself in the parking lot across from the Cisco restraunt in Milton, Fl. And I am letting go of the pain of loosing and focusing my intent in joy and in this moment in order to let the moment take me to something wonderful. As I walk across the lot I see a rose on the ground, a plastic rose, as I lift it to look at it I notice another rose on the license plate between the cars. As I walk across the lot I see three cars with roses hanging from the mirror. I walked around the Waffle House Restraunt to the video store and there on special on a big poster held by a eisel is a large picture of a rose and the name of the movie was Fragrance of the Heart. (Apr 1993). Cool like the roses and all I encountered yesterday north of Milton yesterday. I leave the video store and walk about a block to a gift store across from Blossman Gas. and walk in. I am just feeling my way around. I feel as though I should be looking at something on the shelves in order not to solicit questions from the woman at the counter. I walk directly to a counter and just stand there not even looking at the shelf. Something tells me... or rather I feel to focus at what is directly in front of me. Ohh, it is a heart shaped potpourri dish with a cover that has holes in it so that the fragrance may come out. Wow dude, cool. I am off again feeling all that I have come across today. I feel that this information is speaking on a multitude of levels or layers of heart. I cross Stewart street and begin to walk up the alley on the railroad tracks thinking I will walk to the Librairy. Several bees begin to buss around my head and as I feel this situation in context I see myself as a tree, like the DNA tree. All of a sudden the whole poem comes to me in feeling, not in words and I begin to translate or break down the seed feeling into parts.

The heart is a rose, and the fragrance can draw anything you want.
As it was in the beginning my love
When I was the honeybee and you were my apple tree
For then, it was the fragrance of your heart that drew me to you
Remember we let the sea swells rise into the air, we let the mountains crumble we did not care, for I was your honeybee and you were as my apple tree
I was the prince, I was your wizard, I was your “lion of Judah”
Anything you wanted I brought it to you.
There has always only been, you and I, my love

This was the spirit of this day; I was so powerfully devastated by the pain that was the decay of an old life that it required enormous passion to let go and the passionate focus on the new life that was growing in me. Through the work of spirit my feelings were held on the desired outcome instead of the problems. After fiddle farting in the library for ten minutes where I borrowed pen and paper and wrote the poem down, I left and walked back across Stewart Street. As I walked down the street I noticed a store that I had never been in before. It looked like a house is probably why I never visited it before. The sign outside said Gift Shop so I went in. It smelled lovely in this shop and I immediately noticed that they made potpourri here. Upon entering a side room I was welcomed by yet another surprise. The whole room was dedicated to Honeybees. There were wax figures all over the walls and books about raising Honeybees. Other rooms had bath beads and other fragrant items. I went home and began the usual ritual I have in the evening that gets me in touch with spirit. I dim the lights and light candles. This I found allows the mind not to be distracted by images in the room in a manner that would break my connection and or concentration. I put a poster board on the small table in the middle of the room and begin to play any music on the radio that FEELS right. After dancing, feeling, and writing down whatever feel right I ended up with the following chart. ‹’BABY COME ON, FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED ‹’this ain’t no way to leave the broken hearted ‹Š ‹’I live for your love and you for mine ‹’Here comes something walking down the street pretty soon we’re gonna meet. She he The allower The doer + - come to me my love take my hand and together we will walk ‹’through the door -Excitement -Passion When he and she meet they know it is right ‹’Make it real girl,,,you are (This is my spiritual language for something coming as a lover, but not necessarily a person) ‹’She wants me as bad as I want her ‹’The pain makes me feel what I really hunger for ‹’TRUE ROMANCE, TRUE ROMANCE ‹’Hey girl, ALLOW it to be. Stay always at the door with me. ‹’Surrender to her it is her dream!

I was so alive that I could not get to sleep that night. I realized that in my loneliness I had found True Romance. I went to sleep late that night and woke expecting a new adventure that next day. I was not disappointed at all.

The Poetry of Six Years alone starting in 1993

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The Memory of this Life

My moments with YOU, MY LIFE

This is Heaven

Excerpt from Wild Hearted Romance with SPIRIT. I posted this in the 1990's

I continued driving north on highway 87 out of Milton and passed Whiting field. Off to the right I saw a sandy basin that looked as though it were a river that was dry at this time. I found a dirt road and pulled in. I began to travel up a path when I heard rifle shots in the distance and just after hearing the shots I came up upon a snake in my path. A path went off to the right around the snake and away from the shots. I climbed down into the basin and began to walk south. The basin felt so empty that I began to think about the children of Israel as they traveled through the wilderness. The place was so barren and lifeless yet something was definitely there. All of a sudden the lonely feelings swept over me as never before in my life. I could not stop crying as I wandered the emptiness. Tears flooded my eyes and I began to cry out Girl, Girl why have you forsaken me. I came up on a cave that was open on the top and went back in the cave. Again thoughts of Moses in the wilderness flooded my mind as I cried out Girl, Girl where are you girl. The sides of the cavern were layered and I began to feel the heart of girl. She was a blue-layered pearl and her loneliness was a gift to me. Images of the proton and the electron and a love affair between them. This is my gift to you. Emptiness. Poetry I had never heard before flooded my mind ‹’ You thought you were alone when you let your tears fall but you were in my heart the Vacuum which ‹’drew you to me. The heart is a layered rose and the fragrance can draw the love you seek. Here, dig here for the treasure you seek. So I began to dig in the ground, up popped the ugliest small stone I had ever seen. Where is the treasure, I ask my heart. This is it, as this stone appears to be formless and void so is the beginning of a pearl. You will see, my love will come in waves, to layer this pearl. Many more feelings were processed that day and I knew in my loneliness and emptiness I was not alone. Leaving the sight I drove back to Milton and noticed many signs that had roses on them. Everywhere I turned were roses that day. Layers, pearls, roses, huh. That evening I went to the beach to think and came up on a beach bar that had karaoke that night. I went in and enjoyed the company of the people there and was talked into singing a song. I looked through the book they handed me and saw immediately the song “The Rose”. I remembered hearing the song before and knew it was the spirit that I was experiencing. I sang the song and knew it wasn’t me singing it. There were tears in my eyes and the song poured out of me. “The soul afraid of dying can never learn to live.” I could not believe that the people actually clapped during the middle of the song. I knew it was the passion that had served my life so many times before. The next day I woke up and went to town to walk and think. Spirit always takes whatever is on my mind and turns it into the next step. Ohh she’s cute, flirting, yea it’s sort of like walking in a new place and feeling the vibes or spirit that is there and then allowing myself to operate in that same spirit. So the girl is really flirting with herself because what you are saying is what her web of intent is drawing.

I found myself in the parking lot across from the Cisco restraunt in Milton, Fl. And I am letting go of the pain of loosing and focusing my intent in joy and in this moment in order to let the moment take me to something wonderful. As I walk across the lot I see a rose on the ground, a plastic rose, as I lift it to look at it I notice another rose on the license plate between the cars. As I walk across the lot I see three cars with roses hanging from the mirror. I walked around the Waffle House Restraunt to the video store and there on special on a big poster held by a eisel is a large picture of a rose and the name of the movie was Fragrance of the Heart. (Apr 1993). Cool like the roses and all I encountered yesterday north of Milton yesterday. I leave the video store and walk about a block to a gift store across from Blossman Gas. and walk in. I am just feeling my way around. I feel as though I should be looking at something on the shelves in order not to solicit questions from the woman at the counter. I walk directly to a counter and just stand there not even looking at the shelf. Something tells me... or rather I feel to focus at what is directly in front of me. Ohh, it is a heart shaped potpourri dish with a cover that has holes in it so that the fragrance may come out. Wow dude, cool. I am off again feeling all that I have come across today. I feel that this information is speaking on a multitude of levels or layers of heart. I cross Stewart street and begin to walk up the alley on the railroad tracks thinking I will walk to the Librairy. Several bees begin to buss around my head and as I feel this situation in context I see myself as a tree, like the DNA tree. All of a sudden the whole poem comes to me in feeling, not in words and I begin to translate or break down the seed feeling into parts.

The heart is a rose, and the fragrance can draw anything you want.

As it was in the beginning my love

When I was the honeybee and you were my apple tree

For then, it was the fragrance of your heart that drew me to you

Remember we let the sea swells rise into the air, we let the mountains crumble we did not care, for I was your honeybee and you were as my apple tree

I was the prince, I was your wizard, I was your “lion of Judah”

Anything you wanted I brought it to you.

There has always only been, you and I, my love

This was the spirit of this day; I was so powerfully devastated by the pain that was the decay of an old life that it required enormous passion to let go and the passionate focus on the new life that was growing in me. Through the work of spirit my feelings were held on the desired outcome instead of the problems. After fiddle farting in the library for ten minutes where I borrowed pen and paper and wrote the poem down, I left and walked back across Stewart Street. As I walked down the street I noticed a store that I had never been in before. It looked like a house is probably why I never visited it before. The sign outside said Gift Shop so I went in. It smelled lovely in this shop and I immediately noticed that they made potpourri here. Upon entering a side room I was welcomed by yet another surprise. The whole room was dedicated to Honeybees. There were wax figures all over the walls and books about raising Honeybees. Other rooms had bath beads and other fragrant items.

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More synchs of late

What a swarm of miracles lately

Truck tire bolt in the last tire I was about to order
Odd synch with the last tire I needed to replace on Independence Day was punctured by large bolt which I decided to leave in the tire since it was leaking so slowly but I went into Walmart and made sure I had plugs and fire flat in a can for the ride home and fixed it the next morning. As well as replaced a mirror that came in for the truck.

This girl helped me locate the cucumber baby wipes for Pam as I shopped Walmart for the tire needs and I felt I knew her and then a friend the next day invited us to a restaurant named The Steel Coop. And there she was working there and I remembered where I knew her from. It was from the Bull and Thistle. So we saw each other and realized the serendipity as it was involving three towns in 30 miles away from each other.

And of course the President and the synchs with his True Intent,,, as the synchs all along have indicated.

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Without knowing the true intentions of your heart you have wasted life and you will be ashamed at the SPIRIT coming. And without first coming to know yourself in SPIRIT and Truth you will misunderstand me. I found that like all men in my longing I could not do anything other than dream of her and finding this got in the way of my early Christianity I surrendered it to the SPIRIT after years of "trying" to make it right. It was then that what I dreamed came to me exactly as I dreamed it as the dreams came exactly as synchs about food and water came. Basic things that I had to have to live were in my dna and seemed to ring bells whereas beliefs like money did not excite my dna. So I surrendered to YOU "thou the whole world denied me" and made all these things as though they WERE YOU and I found they were made perfect. Even when my heart was broken and it caused me to live alone only with YOU for a while,,, it was exactly as it was meant to be. Without True Intention of heart toward YOU/MY LIFE all that I did seemed a sin/separation when I interpreted the book. And I longed to be with YOU and shameless in your sight. Therefore, I broke my own heart and through MY BROKEN HEART like blood and water through a spears puncture YOU CAME. (extremely explicit and passionate singer I use as an example of passion on the level that leads to self knowing) But if it is not for the SPIRIT's sake, you just ruin your life.

I see now that those "interpreting the book" without the SPIRIT are being led to not use a mask believing if they die for the SPIRIT's sake they find their lives. But without knowing the SPIRIT first I would wait to hear from YOU before I did that because it was in the actual learning in about YOU and synchronicity that I needed to grow in first.

All the "self right" that worship an "interpretation" but never knew the SPIRIT will deny you but Jesus did not come to know the SPIRIT in that way. He was babtized by his cousin John who was a wild heart.

Wild Hearts the time is right
The sun is chasing away the night
And the battle will be won without a fight
Cause no ones wrong, cause NO ONES RIGHT
You see the Baptist was no wind swept reed
His heart was sown from a WILD SEED
And everywhere that Jesus Went (His Cousin)
Few understood what he really meant (Like on this Forum)
But there is coming a time and it is drawing near
When within their hearts ALL MEN WILL PEER
No longer will they say the truth is out there (YOU WILL ALWAYS MISUNDERSTAND INTERPRETATION)
For the word they seek was very near, even in your heart and in your mouth and you never needed a teacher. Dnatree (SPIRIT)

But if with True intent you seek with all your heart the synchs begin and with enough passion to KNOW YOU MY LIFE you will not be ashamed at the SPIRIT's coming, though the whole world shamed you your whole life because they never knew you.

when I was 17 "I still get jealous" but I transmuted away the pain and found I could not marry or live with a woman as I was too wild hearted and needed to stay focused only on SPIRIT. I was meant to dream and wander in wonder and YOU showed up in the form of a lover or an experience with someone that was in synchronicity with my moment where they found I understood them because of that moment.

Meet in the Moment

I was there in the moment; I was walking down the street

I was turning round the corner when who did I meet

It’s a girl/spirit named Moment; she was looking mighty and fine

I asked her if she had a moment, I asked her if she could spare some time

Then I saw that she was layered, I knew that she was deep

She said she knew that I was coming and that any moment we would meet

I noticed a spark, like a twinkle in her eye

Began to wonder about Jesus, and Santa and how life comes in a moment

In a twinkle of an eye

Let the moment give you everything you need. Let your heart unfold like an apple seed. As on the fruit each moment you

This is related to the Turtles synch

https://dnatree.blogspot.com/2018/05/turtles.html

https://dnatree.blogspot.com/2020/03/new-turtle-synch.html
Longing Rumi and the Reed Flute
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Should never have been taught shame or blame

It is the slow way but any other way is like a shortcut that you end up "stuck" in a "thicket"

If it takes my whole life I will follow YOU/MY LIFE

Even though you slay me, yet do I love you.

Money seemed to give us that promise of a shortcut home but now we are stuck in the mudslide
The least of them on this planet is greater than the snake or the woman who use greed and lust after money and betrayal and setup such a wild heart to be killed. The blood under the altar of the billions slaughtered by such as these is a passion that will wipe such from this planet. The Accusers of the brethren and the explosion of passion. Beware those that know his true intent yet seek money through humiliation, these have no home on this planet anymore and if you hate sex then sow it up as you will not need it in outer darkness because you wasted your time with money and presumptions and never came to know the true intentions of his heart. The End of the Presumptuous woman. Desolation is inevitable

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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 6:33 pm Post subject: Went to Church last night

As we left Stockton on our sunday drive I told Pam that we were going to church. We did not know where we were headed but we were looking for the Spirit and something fresh. As we drove up the mountain on highway 4 we thought about where we would walk. We passed Angel's Camp which we had not been to since that snow a couple years ago that I wrote about freshness. We went higher up the hill until we got to Murphy's. The energy of the place felt like what we were looking for so we parked. As we left the car we noticed we were parked on Church St. As I walked the street I was looking for a backroad where few people were in order to get in the Spirit with my moments. As I walked I wrote down my first impression that came from the music on the way here it was "Catch her so she doesn't fall".
I began to think about Church and Sanctuary and the idea of "encircling Yourself with the beauty that You are". I like to take the images from synchs and the things that fill my moments and encircle myself with them so that the poetry is always there to lift me up when I reach for YOU.
We came upon this store called Stories in Stone and I knew that Pam would be drawn into this store and I too wanted to see the forms but not necessarily buy anything. I saw a beautiful turtle which I put intention towards but did not feel like I wanted to buy it. I saw a round stone that looked exactly like Jupiter. Then I heard the ladies talking at the counter. The one lady said "I was going to the oven but ended up at the microwave". I walked around the store thinking about what the older woman had said and about having multiple things on Your mind at one time and how having a sanctified temple and only having one thing on Your mind [which is related to trust] helps to create such a temple that can draw Spirit. Now being able to let go of worries is a good reason for not getting much from Spirit. I had synchs about how YOU put different things in front of me in order to see how I feel about them so that YOU might KNOW ME. YOU showed me how to see what I do like about things rather than ever saying "no, I don't like that". It was because I wanted to KNOW YOU passionately that YOU began to want to know me. I needed to go where YOU are, which is in a wonderful place as YOU do not want to stay long in the mire. Then we went and looked at the old Hotel and heard their stories of Ghosts and told ours from Gold Hill. http://www.murphyshotel.com/

As we often do when we are away from home we made this spot into our living room for the evening.

I found an old bottle of "Panther Piss" which was a watered down whiskey sold in the area in the 1800's. I began to dream of a recipe that had vineger and whiskey in it. HMMMMMMMMMMM

They showed us the Gold dining room and we thought about having dinner there sometime. Later while walking the reflections from the gold leaves in the puddles made the puddles look like Gold. [synchs, rain and puddles] That seemed appropriate as we were in Gold Country. But as always with YOU, I learned to see the Gold as my moments with YOU, and I left it up to YOU to take care of my needs. The Gold was in these experiences. This is hard to understand until You either die or You have a life changing experience related to such. Pam and I took a walk up the country road for exercise and dreaming. While we walk like this we only speak the weighty things and words are often unnecessary because we already know what the other is thinking. I was thinking about this and the silence [also related to Ocean] and then I asked Pam what she was thinking and it was how wonderful our day had been. I spoke about the weightiness of "getting in the Spirit" and how words often jar us out, so we don't speak much but we know in our hearts that the other is "there". To speak would lower or take away from what is spoken in silence. For several years alone I did not speak to others because the experience I was having would be misunderstood, I had to experience it and then I had to want to Reach You and it had to be the Spirit doing it or You would misunderstand. That is why so many do not speak of true spirituality as it is between them and their lives. While walking we met a horse that believed in serving YOU. [Like a tree that gives it's fruit to YOU, the horse serves YOU or life. Horse is also poetry for lover]
Later we stopped at a place called the "Wild Grape" to ask what Tapas were and we were drawn in by a lady that was adoment about us eating there. She took us to the bar where a blonde girl was playing a bass and a fellow was playing a bango. I began to notice the way the lady was stressed a little and it was making her misplace things. I told her about my experience in the Stories in Stone place about having two things on Your mind at once. We all got into a laughing, jubilant discussion about inventing and music and everything and we just had a blast. It was a posh joint but we added a little West Virginia energy to the bango playing and they got into it and soon we were having a hoedown. The layers, the flavors, the music, the faces, it was just as we had dreamed church to be. Oh, did I tell You that we often call ourselves "Tavern Ministers".

http://wildgraperestaurant.com/

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The Wild Grape Restaurant is nestled in the heart of the Calaveras Gold country about 1/2 hour below Calaveras Big trees state park, an hour from Bear Valley and three hours from the bay area. We believe that dining out should be more than sitting down to a good meal-that great food like fine art was meant to be a shared dining experience so we have brought together in a colorful palette, savory gourmet menus award winning wines from our winning wines from our many local vintners.

The historic gold rush town of Murphys is steeped in history and alive today with state-of-the-art performances, a plethora of boutique tasting rooms and an array of eateries, galleries and unique gift shops. Oh and the scenery is to die for. The little Victorian where we are situated at the north west end of town has its own story. of course, You’ll need to drop in, take a seat at the bar and lend an ear. Who knows what you will hear while sipping a wild grape cocktail or our gold rush coffee spiked with good brandy and real cream. indoor and seasonal outdoor garden seating reservations suggested 209.728.9713. Open seven days a week.

Later we saw Carol the lady that runs the place leaving there and said that was "Strangely Wonderful". She smiled as that was just what she wanted it to be like.

It was Church, it was Wonderful

Walking later in Murphys I was thinking about Jesus and the "church" and I wrote this down. My Body, this Church, is dieing but I will return in the Freshness and Newness of the Spirit. I began to think about YOU and about how I knew I loved YOU, when I first saw YOU in Jesus. This is the smallest of points overlooked by those that profess to know Jesus but they are really hiding behind a veil of interpretation. This cannot be derived from a book as You cannot learn to ride a bike from a book. We were walking the sidewalk and I felt Pam would not see the lifted up sidewalk so I said be careful but she tripped anyway but then caught herself. I said that I wrote that You would be caught when You fall and showed her the 3by5 card I had it written on. She loves it when I do that because it turns an almost falling moment into a "see I caught You moment".

John the Baptiser and his Cousin Jesus were Wildhearts and that was why he said that he knew they would misinterpret and that "they never knew me".
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I am the Smallest of points all interpretations have overlooked. If You copy dnatree You have misunderstood. If You find the synchronicity of Your own life and follow it with great passion, You will effect everything. This growing synch is love.

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Some of the most spectacular and beautiful churches I have been to were a certain waterfall in the Santa Inez Valley, a secret spot overlooking the grand canyon, an east coast forest, a bench made out of tree limbs in a quiet corner of the gardens of Versailles, the cliffs of La Jolla overlooking dolphins leaping and surfing through the waves far below, a redwood forest, a waterfall cascading from high cliffs onto the beach at Big Sur and emptying into the ocean, Chartres Cathedral, and several others I could name. Nature is my most favorite of all cathedrals.

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*posted by Stephentree @ 10:30 AM* 0 comments

The predictions related to gun violence

America: armed, dangerous and stupid.

http://www.stephentree.com/etanda/guns.htm

I feel a growing intention to experience related to this thread. May it be perfect and ever so merciful, that we might see the exact power of our fears and intentions.

Ever More True Quote

And the right people would do ANYTHING even Lawless to cover up the shame and to be RIGHT again. Like a lover that wants to cover up shame and so they start a fight on purpose to shift blame.

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Using this thread as a contrast I am intending the Spirit to show how precise the weapon of Spirit is as neither can they hide, give Your anger to the Spirit. Hit the Mark! You do not need a bullet!!!! (Truly effective and Perfect in LOVE)

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If a home invader/rapist/murderer/thief has made it to Your door then You have hidden fears and thoughts and this is water way down the pipe. In other words as I have stated before that things don't just happen like that but rather the piping has been fitted and put in place within Your life to be such a victim. That is why I spent so much time alone that YOU might give me what I needed to know to evade such a problem. As I knew before each of the events such as meltdown, stockman, Katrina, train wreck, each of these are such events as an invader or thief in the night. But my life said to fear not as since I know this is about to happen,,,, I also know that You can walk through a field of BULLETS as I have stated before and not one will touch You. Now this has been not only told me but I have experiences such many times with the synchs which changed my REACTION to everything. So You are right,,,, this can happen to You and that is why I am here to reach such as You. Because You believe and fear it, therefore when such an event happens I ask the Spirit that You come out alright and learn from how perfect You were spared. This is my intention for You.
Better than a BulletPerfect Love
Side Post:Courage: I remember the feeling of courage when my sister Robin and I were in the skiff/boat rowing to the ship we lived on and when we got there the waves were so violent that the skiff was bounced up and down. Now Robin and I looked at each other to find the courage to know when to JUMP.

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I heard that it was a good idea to trade Your old 44 in for a new 22.
Let the angry right and the angry left have all the weapons they want as the lack of attrition due to so much knowledge is keeping dead fearful corpses walking around and we really need to save this planet for the true inhabitants..... the MEEK!
Secondly the fire is increasing that will cause the fears of those corpes walking around to draw to themselves what is needed to rid fear from the body.
Now I am the one not needing a gun as You will see intentions are much more accurate.
Learning from the fears of those close to me I am coming to a profound conclusion pertaining to why a man would even do relationship. Why it is those moments You and I have already shared, and even though You misunderstood me for 6000yrs it does not matter. I take the blame to rid us forever of that lie in order that the blood of billions could be registered in the illusion of history, but when the BULLET HITS THE BONE there will be no need for words.
Let the fearful on the right and the fearful on the left have all they need to destroy each other.
http://www.stephentree.com/struggle/

on and on

I was walking down the Street in Stockton thinking about how Guns were needed for a different reason in the early days but now the equation has changed and then I remember how YOU could make a small stick more dangerous than a gun because of what humans overlook about how reality works and how the Spirit always shows up in the form of the smallest of points overlooked. The times when a threat came it was almost funny how something unexpected showed up and they either hurt themselves or the problem disappears.

https://dnatree.blogspot.com/search?q=guns

Synchs about the Virginia Gun Rally
Return here today as I will post my synchs as they happen on this

DNATREE

Saturday, January 23, 2021

My Meaning of Love

Romance in Spirit

I was so alive that I could not get to sleep that night. I realized that in my loneliness I had found True Romance. I went to sleep late that night and woke expecting a new adventure that next day. I was not disappointed at all.

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The Memory of this Life, I will bring you Roses

Excerpt from Wild Hearted Romance with SPIRIT. I posted this in the 1990's

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Without finding True Love you will be ashamed at the SPIRIT's coming

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Went to Church last night

Monday, January 20, 2020

The predictions about guns from 2009, America, Armed Dangerous and Stupid

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