The Memory of this Life, I will bring you Roses

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.

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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Baptisimal Rain Pensacola April 29th 2014

What I meant by the door was blocked was I had made the most amazing videos of the floods and our experience high and dry and the lightning in the window continuously and the sounds in the distance and my family's own experiences but it turns out that that directory got corrupted. So we realize that we are to cherish the things we saw in our memories but it will have to be a story without pictures because the external sd card got corrupted. (Maybe it was done remotely, I don't know) But we definitely were there and from my life story that is amazing in itself. The verse about the dogs means that those that don't want to believe in the SPIRIT are to be allowed to believe what they want anyway but here is the story of our experience in Pensacola. Hopefully we can recover the lost.dir.

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Orlando

The Hookup
Kissimmee

Pensacola
As we left Orlando I remembered the Storms in the way while I was in Denver an
The intentions with my mother to have a real experience with SPIRIT. I told
Mother about the synch with a Tornado in front and one in rear but we were safe
With the SPIRIT in the middle. As we traveled I said I was having a feeling that
We should travel hwy 40 and that I knew a road I took out of Munson Fl during a
Storm that would take us on an angle toward northern Mississippi toward 40 so
We could bypass Texas as we all wanted to go through New Mexico and
Experience something new. As we traveled toward Milton and Pensacola the rain
began and both Pam and a friend in Pensacola called and told us about the line of
Storms. I spoke what the synch from the SPIRIT had indicated about we were
Going to be in the right place as the Storms intensified. We got to Milton and got
Gas and decided since the thunder and lightning and hail were increasing to just stop in Pensacola. We went to the Motel 6 and the rain and lightning began to intensify. We spoke of how all the synchs indicated this was a great experience we were about to have and soon though the storm raged and lightning had begun to flash at least 10 times every second we were at peace and went to sleep. We woke up to find that the whole town was flooded and that the highways were blocked and no one could get out. All the major roads like 1-10, Hwy 90 and 29 were blocked. I said that I guess the synch about hwy 4 has to do with what we were to do. And I went around and videoed all the floods and checked the road out to the north toward hwy 4. They said it was flooded as high as 12 ft above the road as it had rained as much as two feet that night. I felt that the way to hwy 4 would open up so I turned around after surveying the road north and seeing that the water had receded even though there were buses etc. flooded off to the sides. I knew from the synchs leading up to this experience that we were supposed to go up 29 to hwy 4. I So I went and got my sister and mother and their cats and headed up 29. My mother also knew it was right and soon we found that the water had just receded and everyone did not believe me when I had told them at the motel that the way would open up. We noticed off to the side by the tracks up above the road that dumpsters and Ice machines had been carried by the water and deposited at the tracks but could not go over them. People were out taking pictures of this as we passed by. Sure enough the way was open but no one was on the road because of the notifications that all directions were blocked. We made it up to meet hwy 4 in Flomation and then headed west to Atmore. Soon we found the sky also opened up and my mother and sister were calling family to tell of the miracle and the synchs that had made us have such a perfect experience leaving Florida. Because of the stepped up love and appreciation from this “on the edge” experience and how we were carried through my mother and sister were so open that I could not say anything without the SPIRIT making it happen in short order.

Shrevport

Amarillo

Flagstaff

Simi Valley

This was across the street from where we stayed at the Motel 6 which was high and dry.

If I can recover the videos I have probably the first shot of this from the car.

Here is a video we were just a block from Brent lane where the Worst flooding was but were high and dry in the Motel 6. We slept soundly through the worst lightning and thunder I have ever seen. And the sound of tornadoes every so often in the distance.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqDQ7b2R7M0

When the SPIRIT told me to go I took my family down hwy 29 which receaded only minutes before we drove down it. Folks were taking pictures of the dumpsters and Ice machine up on the tracks above Hwy 29 as we went by. My mother was just at awe about how the SPIRIT told me in that moment to move. The highway was empty because no one back in the city believed it was open.
http://www.mashable.com/2014/04/30/extreme-weather-florida-flood/
I am trying to find one of the pictures of the dumpster and ice machine that were taken by those folks on the net.

Here is a video done by WEAR news in Pensacola that night.
http://www.weartv.com/news/features/top-stories/stories/severe-weather-flooding-around-pensacola-44013.shtml

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It is far greater to live the love that comes from attention to SPIRIT
Than it is to have the APPEARANCE OF RIGHTNESS that comes from attention to SCRIPTURE and INTERPRETATION
LOVE indeed fulfills all scribbling by Scribes!

Attention=Worship

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