Fernandes Project Follow Up

100_2231 (3)I almost forgot I’d promised to do a follow-up when the Fernandes face lift was complete…

Fernandes Project Here:

And seeing as I gave the guitar to my grandson for Christmas, I’m lucky I100_2229 (3)100_2229 (8)100_2231 (4)100_2231 (6)  took some pictures!

This is it:

Not the best pictures in the world, but, at least I did take a few.

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What If All Dreams Came True

Fireworks3-2[1]The morning sun shone through the rift of the blinds one morning, and my semi-conscious mind must have processed the red-eyelid-grid it saw as the fret-board of a cosmic stringed instrument. I began hearing the most beautiful music I have ever heard, as my mind’s eye watched each glistening sun-ray pluck the strings. I remember being astonished by its dexterity, and melodic perfection. Upon awakening, I tried to duplicate the notes I had heard, and saw, on my guitar—If only I could remember them note for note.— From what little I was able to remember, and attempt to simulate on the fret-board, the notes seemed impossible to play in one key. Almost as if each note came from one of the 24 individual keys of the musical spectrum. It totally seemed to of been an impossible dream— But, what if all dreams came true?  I thought, and then it was gone…Fireworks1[1]

I was standing on a sea-shore, in some far away place beyond the familiar sea, where nothing looked real, or resonated with me. There were neon colors, and bird-like creatures. Lifelike, but surreal. I perceived them with all 5 senses at once. I felt, tasted, heard, smelled, and saw them — from one sense of awareness — at once. I wanted to talk to them, so I tried to open my mouth, instead my eyes opened. And I awakened. It was over…                                                         What if all dreams came true?728px-Cairina_moschata_head_norway-1[1]
I heard the phone ring as I was walking in through a large glass door leading to a hallway between two rows of desks occupied by dogs with huge human like grins, when suddenly one of them leaped out at me and said…     “You Won The Lottery”  —  But, then, of course, I woke up. doggrinningsoapoprah11[1]
I dreamed I was in a terrible hurricane, worse than any of the ones I’ve experienced first hand on the Carolina coast. It was terrifying. Water started moving in beneath my feet, and gradually rose to the level of my chin. Suddenly, a tidal wave came crashing over me, the town, and everyone, and everything, as far as I could see. And, then I woke up — But, what if every dream really did come true? Or. What if some really are warnings? What if we knew that every dream would come true? What If every dream did come true?buildingrestorationsnobridge2[1]





Graphic Images by TylaMac

Tidal Wave Image by devourerofsouls 

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I’m Still Gone Fishing…


Okay… giving up writing is like “Pulling Teeth”
And I have less of them to offer these days than words…
so — “I’m Back”!

Originally posted on Sons of Thunder Patron :

As I told my friend Sandra ( Exceptional Friend, and Prolific Writer)…

Sandra Conner

“I’m afraid Hemingway met his fate after realizing when he wanted to stop drinking…it was his only muse all along…So, I’ve decided to give it up”..

“The writing that is”..
Besides, as far as a post…Black Tele said it all loud and clear without my help…and what she didn’t say regarding my personal state of mind… “Craig Fuller Said in 1972, in this song :

Please Enjoy The Music while your party is being reached:

“The Norman Rockwell Is A Trail Warmer Too”

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Sons of Enoch chapter 29— Forbidden Knowledge—


With all this talk of secret societies, shadow governments, world domination, mind and population control, —on and on, it can be completely overwhelming trying to absorb it all. Heaven forbid trying to make sense of it all. Especially if one has no prior personal studies in these areas. It’s imperative to have the inspiritment of something, or someone larger than a dark world bent on acquiring, practicing, and hiding such “secretive” knowledge for one to possibly come to grips with it all.

This is why many choose to ignore the obvious, writing every mention of such things off as conspiracy theories, conjecture, or fairy-tales.

Ultimately, rather than allowing themselves to become frightened, or overwhelmed by something they don’t understand, and refusing to address such things as the important social issues they clearly are, many will never come to know true peace.

I’ve wondered, and sought understanding about such things as “Secret” Societies, The End of the Age, and the potential imminence of a so-called—“New World Order,”—  for many years.

Honestly, they aren’t so secretive.

It’s said that George Bush senior was the first world-renowned political figure to coin, or reiterate the (Biblically Prophetic Term) “New World Order” when addressing the world, and nation, at the end of the cold war on January 16, 1991.

The fact is,.. Though not termed as such, Woodrow Wilson revealed he was very aware of said “Secret Societies,”  holding shadowed office’s of domineering  prominence, and  principalities, over all nations, and governments, just before instituting the 12 “Federal Reserve Bank System” that took monetary control over the world, back in 1913.

“Since I entered politics, I have chiefly had men’s views confided to me privately. Some of the biggest men in the U. S., in the field of commerce and manufacturing, are afraid of somebody, are afraid of something. They know that there is a power somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, so interlocked, so complete, so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it.”         “Woodrow Wilson”

  The Bible also clearly foretells such events, entities, and societies, in many places. Probably most notably in this ensuing verse:

Ephesians 6:12

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

This isn’t to say that all so-called “secret societies” are evil. Nor am I inferring the Bible is the only revealing source on such matters. Still and all, the Old Testament is irrefutably one of the most trusted, authoritative, repositories regarding historical events.

Historians from religious, secular, and academic circles, have relied on its chronological continuum for thousands of years, and many agree on its veracity of events, if not total historical accuracy of man’s existence. Among those relying on the Holy Bible, regardless of what their personal, or, collective agendas may be…are “Secret Societies.” 

Many “Secret Societies” practice occultism. They may not  brew up magic potions, alchemy, or even try to stay secret —The realSecret” is the hidden knowledge of old they attempt to tap into and use for their personal advancements.
 I  alluded earlier in this writing, erroneously, I might add, the words; “Heaven forbid,” trying to make sense of everything taking place, or rumored imminent this day and age. Because, that isn’t exactly correct, since the Bible, and its affiliate historical writings are precisely where certain secret societies learned of the alleged secret wisdom they pride themselves to posses..
 The irony?
The “Secret Knowledge” is what heaven forbade.  Or, more accurately, according to the book of Enoch, was knowledge not intended for the human race to learn about… At least: “Not At This Juncture”
“Wouldn’t Be Prudent”
That’s not to say the human race wouldn’t have eventually learned of the darker side of the supernatural,..       But Who Knows?
If man had not fore-taken of the fruit of the forbidden tree —“tree of knowledge of  good and evil” ( or the differences there-of ) then maybe the human race would never have come to know how to be evil.
From my personal studies in the matter it is quite plausible, just as the book of Enoch tells us, that fallen angels came to humans in many forms, and faces.
It seems persistent with mythological stories about so-called gods, and watchers from many diverse cultures across the world anyway.
Not only does the “Serpent-man” show up in the Genesis of everything in the “Garden of Eden” according to the Holy Bible, but, is even still worshiped in many places around the planet today.
Most descriptions, and legends, telling of the “Serpent god,” persist that he, nor his army of watchers have been seen for thousands of years. But, in almost all renderings of his alleged existence, he promised to return one day.
None of this information is all that secret as is plainly presented symbolically by most “Secret Societies.”
The Illuminate, eg;  is symbolized by the Owl of Knowledge, or, secret wisdom,.. the Owl of Minerva.



Noun… in the modern English vernacular = The study of the supernatural, or, collective supernatural forces,  Mysticism etc.

Adjective… Secret, Hidden, Forbidden


“The study of supernatural knowledge, hidden from the senses and intellect, kept secret from man, and forbidden by God”.

to be continued:

The Man in the Moon

Seeeth thou ever the man in the moon?

Searched as a child with never the boon.

In the crescent? I asked. Harvest, or half?

You see him? They’d say, with a half heart-ed laugh.

For years I squinted at the sphere in the air.

Envisioned him at leisure in his rocking chair.

Or was he standing? Or, walking? Or riding a bike?

Soon gave up looking, still as a tyke.

Years passed quickly, ne’er had I seen.

Throughout my boyhood, on through the teens.

Probably they were jeering, of me making fun.

Or, could they really see him? Guess I’m the only one.

I gave up ever looking, a sight I’d never find.

Rarely looked above me, to the moon I was blind.

Grew to be a man,  more important considerations.

Began listening to God —a lonely  heart, my only oblation—

I grew much stronger,  His love grew my faith.

Looking up to thank Him, and there it was—

His beautiful, love filled face.


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 Psalm 89:37

It shall be established for ever as the moon, and as a faithful witness in heaven.

Announcing A New Blog Site


I’m no Ancient Alien Theorist, nor am I wearing a tin foil hat. I  have had two separate personal UFO sighting experiences in my life, however. The two were very similar, and yet 23 years apart. The most recent was back in 1999, one month after losing my home, and everything else I owned to Hurricane Floyd.

Now with all the sightings, and alleged abductions etc. being reported, broadcast, and focused on, I’ve decided to briefly tell of my own experiences, and offer a platform for others to tell their own —anonymously,or publicly—Therefore, I started a new  Wordpress blog solely for that purpose, and have written my first post. Don’t be shy, we’re all here to share, and not judge.

I’m very interested in the sightings of today, and have an entirely different world view on the phenomena than many of the ghost hunters, and Ancient Alien Theorist, but, the facts speak for themselves. The facts are all the same throughout history, therefore, upon careful study we can come to our own conclusions.  Thanks for visiting. 


New Site Link Below:

Anomalies Above

Are You There, Empire State Building? It’s me, Maya.


Such a sad reality. Such a well written, heartfelt letter (and post) to try and raise awareness for hurting children. Just a little light in the darkness may be all it would take to save someone else’s Golden Boy-or- Girl… Empire State Building… Not only are you no longer the tallest building in the World. But, the smallest in my eyes. Shine The Gold Already.

Originally posted on ROCKSTAR RONAN:

IMG_8478-0Dear Empire State Building,

About a year ago, a formal application was sent in on behalf of The Ronan Thompson Foundation requesting that one night be lit up Gold to bring awareness to all types of childhood cancer. You see, my son Ronan, died just shy of his 4th birthday from Neuroblastoma, which is one of the deadliest forms of childhood cancer out there. The awareness color for Neuroblastoma is Purple and also just happened to be Ronan’s favorite color. When I filled out the application, it didn’t even cross my mind to ask the Empire State Building to be lit up Purple in honor of my son or any other child out there who had died from this particular form of cancer. I instantly wrote down Gold because it represented ALL 46 children who are diagnosed each day and ALL 7 of them who will die from this disease…

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