Understanding A Crisis

Are we asking the right questions
Or thereby seeking the truth
Is there something true, that is not

What lies have we been told
Just how the cosmos was unfold

It is probably time for us to solve the puzzle
that is deep within humanity souls

Questions that we may ask and then leave it alone

No point, scientific methods could not prove the task

Often we wondered how the universe was created
That likelihood was pondered upon in the historical bible

Don’t get me wrong, I was brought up as a Christian of a certain denomination

I grew up though, traveled for example and came to the realization that we are dealing with something that is quite canine

Let’s just say it is perhaps a powerful force that is confusing to the human race

Evidence of their ways surrounds us every day.

The show up to explain to humanity the actions of their ways

This is what they are

Do I even hate the voice inside of me, perhaps I do…It seems as though they are in love with a person that hates the dickens out of you. I call them Zeus. They are closer than we think. Right there in our faces. Peeping, jumping and showing off to humanly bodies and to the world…

All-day a man I call Zeus follows me, telling me I have no way to go besides you. Really, well I have decided from day two, you are not welcome on me anymore. Stop dreaming about me and stop thinking of touching my naked body.

Always a shame to expose my self knowing that this thing is not adhering to human beings’ rules. One man ticking and the other man humping imaging what to do with the sexual rules.

Enough that my uncle was accused of provocation and the victim roams around with the bundle

Zeus, it is, accusing everybody.

Someone tries to contact, my head freezes. Enough of this imaginary Zeus using that lighting finger to squeeze the zest from my skull. My pains are hard, I have to bear it.

Complains or complaints not, it confuses the thoughts.

I cannot help anybody as jealous rage lingers within. Pain blocks me as if my sinuses function at one. My relief comes from no drugs.

This is a hard one indeed, it hesitates to control me anymore. I am programmed with a silver spoon in my mouth. Happy I am to make it though.

I do not care about religiosity, they know it. Speaking to me was a sacred default. Messing up a friendship of all the loved one’s belief. The aftermath cannot be cleaned up.

The hidden Truth, Humans That Heard from Non-Humans

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No need to be alarmed, I have consulted my Behavioral Therapist Group for evaluation of this Subject, my Mental Health.

My grand-daughter is on her way so, it is important to clean up all skeletons in our closets. Whatever that demonizes me, I have chosen to speak the truth.,

My podcast as I relate today expresses my sentiments on Spiritual warfares. This is precisely what was and is that got ahold of me.  

The spirit is one with the body but we are not of the same friendship.  Separate entity we are, as I am no joke to entertain this one.

I better not let my guard down, as they are always ready to send a bad signal.

There are many out there that have perhaps experienced what I am going through, presently but there is one in particular. Her name is Anastacia. She speaks openly about her meets with  beings that are non humans.

I became an undercover spy in order to expose what is truly rendering me fearful in my mind. Remember, I was hospitalized for this matter. 

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