I’m not ‘lyin, you’re Orion.
May 25, 2019
I’ve worked at horse barns most of my life, spending time since age two on my Uncle Mike’s farm, learning to ride my cousin Kimmie’s pony Princey at age four. By fourteen I had my first barn job. I mucked stalls, cleaned tack and walked sweaty school horses in endless laps around countless rings for hours a day in exchange for a one-hour weekly lesson. Silver spoon background, I had not: no wealthy parents fostered my passion. I’ll never forget my disbelief at that last job witnessing the Olympic finals teenage rider who’d worn out her show pony throw her engraved sterling silver spurs to the ring gravel as she pulled off her boots, and another throw a helmet that cost as much as a month of lessons. That is, would cost if I, my working single-mother self could’ve afforded them. No, I earned this.
In adulthood, I managed barns, training horses in exchange for board for my own. Motherhood had its own price, and to keep horses in my life required labor expenditure on my part. The difference was that commensurate with my skills came responsibility and respect. I was a self-made equestrian; I had an interesting lifestyle offering stability to my two children because I had no familial or monetary support – even court-ordered child support was held withheld from us by a mad world… but I had horses. Whether my own or others’, I was their keeper, caregiver and sometimes, their last friend. For man has a cruel hand with animals, and most humans refuse to acknowledge how heartless they themselves can be.
With my children grown, my immersion into the horse world increased. I began managing show barns, eventing, dressage, Lexington Cup, then working for Olympic level riders, caring for their million dollar horses. With wealth seemed even greater disregard. Often, I was closer to the horses than their owners.
At that last barn in 2007 was a horse named Felicity. A prematurely aged, emaciated mare; outgrown by the owner’s daughters, then leased for show like a rental car. She had literally run her heart out; they call it broken wind. Labored breath and imbalanced step was her existence. I wondered why they didn’t euthanize her, as I gave her the daily injections they kept her alive with, her suffering made worse by lack of touch. The owners wouldn’t touch her. Money was their love.
One Summer evening, as I arrived to turn out the heat-of-day-stalled equine athletes for their one hour of turnout while I cleaned their stalls, I knew it was Felicity’s time to go. Arriving there after my day job in the hour that ushers twilight in, I went to her stall first and found her chest against the wall, her throttled neck hanging in dead weight over the window ledge, with labored breath and fear in her eyes. “We’re getting spinner rims on our rigs. We can’t come. The vet’s going to put her down in the morning”, one of the owners said when I called.
They were going to let her die alone and didn’t even leave me a note.
Putting my cellphone back my pocket, with all my strength of body and will I lifted her head back out of the window, wrapping myself under her neck. We aren’t supposed to do this, they can crush us if we fall. I supported her all the way to the field gate, reluctantly leaving her standing there as I went to turn out the other four horses. I heard Felicity hit the ground from two barns and an indoor ring away. Grabbing a horse blanket, I ran. A velvet mist coated the dusk, and my eyes caught her silhouette at center of the fenceline at the west edge of the field. Experience had taught me to pad their heads against the ground lest in the throes of death their eyes are gouged out. I kept that blanket under her head and went around in circles with her as her flailing hooves sought one last hold and she gasped for air, eyes seeing beyond wild. She was not going to let life go.
A soft rain began to fall, and without thinking, I remembered asking the owners if she had ever had babies, and was told she’d had one stillborn foal, and was never bred again. Risking safety, I grabbed her head between my hands. Her lips were pulled back as she gnashed her teeth and it was dangerous, her hooves striking in all directions in wild last extensions, running from the end. “Felicity! Felicity! Listen to me, Felicity! Your baby’s out there, do you see her? She’s in the grass; she’s waiting for you to go nurse her. Go to her, go nurse your baby, Felicity!” My hands on each side of her cheeks, I pulled her gaze to where I was looking into the sunset mist and I saw her baby on the green grass waiting in the rain, looking toward her mommy. I did, and she did too. Her neck arched, and her lips curled back in a death rattle froth of foam for what seemed like forever. I held her face looking into her eyes and I saw not death, but Life. I saw her run to her baby in the green grass in the rain. I saw beyond an ending to the eternity waiting before us. Felicity helped me to see.
Laura R. Brooks
Written March, 2013
Felicity – noun; [mass noun]
1. Intense happiness.
‘What he’s talking about – as always – is how to lead a good and therefore happy life; he loved productivity and valued felicity.’
‘In this respect they work as much in favor of happiness in this world as of felicity in the next.’
‘We suspect felicity is not likely to accompany a sense of entitlement, which arises from a sullen sense that not only are things not improving but that that is because we have no control – the world does not appreciate our true worth.’
‘For such a person, felicity after death could be higher than felicity before death. But felicity is, in the end, something to be sought.’
‘All we have to do is speak our preferences plainly and a whole new world of mutual felicity should arise.’
2. The ability to find appropriate expression for one’s thoughts.
‘He exposed the kernel of the matter with his elegance and felicity of expression, and audacities of phrase struck him as grotesque monstrosities, where everything was absurd, unreal, and impossible.’
‘An original thinker always alertly attuned to contemporary culture, he was admired for his intellectual style and the felicity with which he expressed his ideas.’
‘Authentic humans draw on experience and felicity of expression, courage and uncompromising values to become witnesses to truth.’
Eloquence, aptness, appropriateness, appropriacy, suitability, suitableness, applicability, fitness, relevance, pertinence, correctness, rightness
‘I have wondered, for instance, whether it is more a sense of brushstroke rather than verbal felicity that makes for some of the most arresting words and imagery in the arts.’
‘It has been admired for ‘its simplicity, its dignity, its power, its happy turns of expression the music of its cadences, and the felicities of its rhythm.’
‘Innocent jokes depend upon verbal felicities, puns, play upon words, combining incongruous words, oscillating between occasional felicities amidst triviality.’
Late Middle English: from Old French felicite, from Latin felicitas, from felix, felic- ‘happy’.
Tags: animals, compassion, death, eternity, existence, family, heaven, horses, life, love, materialism, parenting, soul, spirit, valhalla, writing
I just wanna share a bit more email convo that’s been happening between a friend and I, which I shared some here a couple of days ago.
Now, I am far from perfect, although I really do do my best to Be Good (insert ET mental image here, replete with pointing finger at young Drew Barrymoore). I fail daily. I try again and again. Detoxing and complete change/body/mind/soul reset based upon the 23 chromosome DNA gift Yeshua gave all.
But my old friend (and 8-9 years older than I am and NOT detoxed) pushed back at gnowledge and innerstanding, and I told him he “took the blue pill”.
He does not know what it is! I am surprised???
Think of yourself as a uniquely beautiful and valuable pearl. Do you know that pearls are the result of suffering? It is out of the suffering of an oyster that a pearl comes forth. So maybe you’ve been through suffering, and you question whether God really loves you [or even if God exists]. Over the span of human history the truth of who we are has been hidden by the royalty, governments and churches and the elite, creating a schism in the human psyche regarding the truth of who we are.
We are NOT unimportant, insignificant or worthless. We are EXTREMELY VALUABLE. We are the pearl of great price.
All negativity and trauma is from the evil forces, called occult, satanic, witchcraft. People have been deceived and see the world upside-down; inverted. People think they are insignificant and hate themselves. We are being attacked by witchcraft via chemicals, medications, water, air, food, TV and radio, all music, frequencies, social media, and everything in the artificial construct called our world.
You have value. You are a divine being convinced you’re space junk.
E, you mean everything to me. My love enfolds you, and carries you. It is inescapable, and in our DNA.
Wake up. You are a spiritual being. LOVE IS CREATION, LOVE DOES NOT CREATE TRAUMA. To break the trauma trap all you need to do is accept that you have been decieved, and be free. The price was paid, you owe nothing. It’s been yours and mine and ours all along. We were tricked. Now we know.
(Begins at 55:46)
DIVINE LOVE DOES NOT DRAW BACK OR TURN AWAY. DIVINE LOVE TOTALLY EXPOSES ITSELF AT THE COST OF EMBARRASSMENT, SHAME OR BETRAYAL.
LOVE CAUSED JESUS TO EXPOSE HIMSELF TOTALLY ON THE CROSS.
LOVE DOESN’T HIDE. LOVE DOESNT WITHDRAW, LOVE DOESN’T TURN AWAY, LOVE DOESN’T COVER UP.
THE WOUNDS IN THE FLESH ONLY EXPOSE LOVE AND OPEN A WAY FOR IT TO FLOW FORTH.
WHEN YOU’RE ABOUT TO BE WOUNDED BY SOMEBODY YOU LOVE, WHAT DO YOU DO, TURN AWAY? DEFEND YOURSELF? RESIST? OR EXPOSE YOURSELF?
LOVE EXPOSES ITSELF WITHOUT MEASURE AND NEVER HOLDS BACK.
YOU REMAIN THERE, HOLDING SPACE, LOVE CONNECTING PERFECTLY AND INFINITELY.
LOVE IS THE MOST POWERFUL FORCE IN THE UNIVERSE.
I LOVE YOU MY GRANDDAUGHTER. STAY STRONG MY DARLING. YOU MAY NEVER READ THIS BUT I AM WRITING IT HERE. REMEMBER SITTING NEXT TO ME, WHEN I TOLD YOU THAT LOVE CONQUERS ALL. YOU ARE LOVED BEYOND MEASURE.
A LIGHT IN THE SKY IN EARLY AFTERNOON THAT DISAPPEARED LEAVING RAINBOW HALF-CIRCLE PORTAL DIRECTLY OVER ME, December 19, 2018
It was large, as large as the moon would be if in that spot the way things used to be (for reference, now all bets are off).
[Written about 3PM EST] Let me start by saying that I have been recording the skies all day. From the moment I looked out the kitchen window southward, with the due east to the left of my southern horizon view, which parallels the eastern seaboard coastline, and about sixty miles from Washington DC, I have observed the immediate post-dawn chemtrailling jets stacked one upon the other simultaneously spraying from east to west, low on the horizon, as I looked facing directly south. Literally a dozen lines made by these evil sociopaths. Every day they outdo their egregious days before.
My photographs as the day progressed show exactly the artificial cloud patterns created. Like yesterday, I looked at some of the formations and thought (and at one point inferred in a very short video) it looks like they are hiding crafts (“what are they hiding”). (I’ll post the images of their chemical aerosol stratospheric aerosol injection madness later/soon, and back-link.)
Early in the afternoon (timestamp on the phone photos) I went to use the bathroom and looked out its west-facing window. The cold, white sun was there at about 1-ish location-wise, slightly south-west of west, the sky was bizarrely patterned, and whoa! I said to myself, there is another light in the sky, west. It was shimmering rainbow iridescent like moving oil, in a paisley-shaped changing shape-shifting cloud. I grabbed the (older iPhone) camera, and ran outside, to get better pictures than through window glass. Took shots of it and a video, and then a delivery van drove up, window down, radio blaring, so I stopped filming. Once the vehicle had gone, and I was looking for the light which is just a few seconds was gone, I looked around, then up. DIRECTLY OVER MY HEAD WAS A PERFECT HALF CIRCLE RAINBOW WITH CLEAR SKY IN THE CENTER. *I began to film and document it, took between 2 and three minutes of video, then turned off my camera and went inside.
I live in a church converted into apartments, seven of them. I do know that the owners, business partners who buy buildings for rental properties, told me that they exhumed the grave of the minister who built this church in 1870 and who is buried in the backyard cemetery (there is no yard, only cemetery and parking lot/driveway/stairwell to basement which smells like churchyard mold). They exhumed his grave without legal permit or pastoral presence, so they could dig a poured concrete stairwell and basement entry. His gravestone and casket was lifted out and put back in, his headstone was moved and set away from its original place, as was his casket, and his footstone is sideways. They didn’t even orient it correctly. So, and since I sense and see spirits, that’s some bad ju-ju present. I have talked with three other tenants who have seen orbs and felt a presence which all creeped them out. I have written about how my hat flew off the shelf as if pushed outward a few months back (not my first experience with entities moving things).
I went upstairs to write the experience while it was fresh and as I looked at the two videos I had made of the light, and then the semi-circular portal overhead, after taking a few still photos, I realized that they had each filmed while off, not on. I DID NOT MAKE THAT MISTAKE. I realized with a chilling understanding that my phone/camera had been manipulated by them. *supernatural
Before sitting down to write this, I made a small pot of coffee, to collect my thoughts and listen to some reflection on our spiritual reality on a CD. While I had been outside filming, the already loud harrassing electronic frequencies increased even more, incredulously. (I am always shocked as they keep ramping it up as time goes on, why shocked, I don’t know, and maybe I’ll get over that, but it does help me maintain a sense of humor, in an odd way.) So by the time my coffee was done I checked the sky and it was cleared to the west and south, pretty much. FOR THE FIRST TIME ALL DAY.
I truly believe that the eastern seaboard is under a heavy flotilla of crafts.
Many mornings begin with the sound of very high aircraft and what sounds like supersonic flights and their fighting/evasion/chasing. I don’t know how to really explain that further.
And as I type, my head is feeling TREMENDOUS PRESSURE, LIKE A VISE HAS GRIPPED MY SPINE ABOUT C-3 OR C4, AND MY HEAD IS BEING SQUEEZED. This feeling is not pleasant, and, like the chemtrails, is a new level of bad.
How much of this is due to CERN and the entities they are summoning.
I will also add that my LAPTOP HAS BEEN FUCKED WITH ALL DAY AND IT WILL START UP, NOTHING IS WRONG WITH IT, AND IT SHUTS OFF AS IF FORCED OFF AT THE MOTHERBOARD. ALL DIAGNOSTICS RUN SAY IT’S FINE. I AM A CERTIFIED TECH WHO WORKED FOR AEROTEK, NASA GODDARD AND DISCOVERY CHANNEL. (I now embrace my low credit score 🙂
Just before i went to the bathroom and this all started, I had been – when I got the laptop working after six hours since it went haywire after I got up – writing a blogpost about French president Emmanuel Macron possibly being the antichrist. I had just made an image of YouTube videos in a row, with the search macron antichrist above, and was about to insert it into my wordpress post editor – and the laptop powered off.
And all day I have been thinking that it looks like crafts are being hidden by the chemtrails.
And my granddaughter drew a drawing (she’s almost fourteen now, and gifted) of a large, malevolent fish-like but with gills creature, and eyes, and I saw it on Monday (will get a pic for comparison as soon as I can, have “a call in”) and it was practically pictured in the sky (see photograph) and did she have a precognition of Lucifer, or an alien ship, or evil in the aether, or below; the deep abyss? SAME.
(The larger image below)
I am done recording this. Please Father Creator Most High draw my loved ones to you, unveil their eyes and hearts. My DNA is in them, I love them. We were all lied to. December 19, 2018. (Written on the very old off-network non-wifi laptop which is basically a typewriter, and saving to removeable drives… do not trust the ghosts in the machine…)
(Posted the day before my daughter-in-law Nichole Travers Little Cabana died.)
We make a difference, every one of us.
It’s a long story, lol, but our DNA carries the information we need to return to our spiritual state, and our love carries others, our vibrations. This is why they force GMOs upon us, to dilute and break our genetic code as spiritual beings, and hybridize us with their own (reptilian in nature, or… worse…) I will be writing about that.
And a factoid reminder regarding “Natural Flavor” in food (if labelled, even). Don’t eat it. All but 7 of the tech giant Synomyx’s 77 patents refer to the use of HEK 293 (human embryonic kidney) cells, which researchers have used for decades as biological workhorses. (Yet everyone believes SNOPES for “fact checking”. Soros, anyone?)
I want to share something beautiful and inspiring. I got a call from a young mother on her way back from her 3 month old son’s first postnatal visit. She nurses him and stood her ground on NO VACCS. I met him at <4 weeks old, and he is PERFECT, alert – you can sense that ~someone is home in there~ . Well, the doctor (she put off earlier “scheduled” pediatrician visits knowing it was unneccesary/invasive. SHE IS 23, the mom) pushed hard but when she stood firm she was asked to sign a waiver. She refused, heeding the advice DO THIS WHEN YOU REFUSE A VACCINE – sign NOTHING. But she read it… And called me when she left the office to tell me that it would have incriminated her for allowing her son to spread the diseases she refused to vaccinate for to other children.
THEY ARE BLATANT IN THEIR SHUNTING OF DEPOPULATION RESPONSIBILITY, PLACING BLAME FOR THEIR OWN COMPLICIT DEATH-SPREADING ONTO THE INNOCENTS WHO REFUSE TO TAKE PART IN IT, BUT SIGN THE WAIVER.
WHEN YOU REFUSE A VACCINE, SIGN N O T H I N G.
I just turned down a “good” part-time job because they demanded a TB tine test. I could refuse the HepC vacc but not the tine… so, no job for me. I don’t trust them a bit; they’re not puncturing my skin with anything.
See what they are doing?
They are corralling the herd into death chutes. Not only physically, but more chilling, soul traps. The GMOs and heavy metals divorce you from who you were created to be (unless, of course, you’re a demon… good luck with that [sic]).
NOW IS THE TIME TO EMBRACE THE GRACE AND TRUE NOBILITY OF A LOW CREDIT SCORE.
The social credit system has been in place a long, long time. We just see it now.