It Was Felicity

May 25, 2019

It Was Felicity

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.
Example sentences:
‘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.
Example sentences:
‘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.’

Synonyms:
Eloquence, aptness, appropriateness, appropriacy, suitability, suitableness, applicability, fitness, relevance, pertinence, correctness, rightness
Example sentences:
‘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.’

Origin
Late Middle English: from Old French felicite, from Latin felicitas, from felix, felic- ‘happy’.

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5G: Paying For Our Own Extinction

This is an incentive for Them, as they depopulate the earth while profiting from our species demise, as they make us pay for our own extinction as “consumers”.

So basically, if you’re living in a city that has 5G, antennas everywhere, who’s stopping Them from transmitting these frequencies to targeted individuals all through the whole city…

You are going to see a huge health crisis in the world, beyond what we have seen in the last five years. With the millimeters, close-proximity electromagnetic frequencies of 5G transmitters, it will take five months to cause disease and death, not the five years studies have proven. This is an incentive for Them, as they depopulate the earth while profiting from our species demise, as they make us pay for our own extinction as “consumers”.

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How do you protect yourself from this? You SHIELD. You change the way you drink, eat, bathe, sleep and live. You can practice optimal health habits, and I share them with you in EATING TO ASCEND – THE ASCENSION DIET. Please research the issues spoken of here.

How To Overcome Betrayal, Rejection and Loss of Who You Love

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Just open yourself up and expose yourself. And if you’re wounded, let LOVE flow out of the wounds.

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.

You are enfolded in my wings every moment every day, and covered with Love and protection, my darling. I hold that piece of soul you tore off and you have all of mine protecting you with God. The suffering will ease, my dear child. LOVE HEALS ALL. YOU ARE COVERED IN LOVE <3<3<3 ~Gramma

In Memory of Nichole Travers Little Cabana, stolen from life on December 20, 2018

#TRIGGERWARNING
Added: see bottom

 

Nichole, Bean Hollow, 2012

I was called last night by my daughter-in-law’s roommate, who realized no one had told me that she overdosed last week. I had been with her two days before, taking gifts for her and my granddaughter (named after my daughter and Nichole’s twin sister).

I stand against you Satan until my last breath fighting your evil in this life we are all in in this world you have corrupted and lives you destroy.

I am so sad for my granddaughter, she is not yet 14. Nichole’s twin sister, her mom and siblings and friends. I am loving each of you. Sending all my love.  Doing all I can to not cry and produce trauma energies for their collection.

Nichole had begun to embrace the knowledge I was sharing. (She had seen Afflicted, before our reuniting after a few years being separate – her ability to forgive and love was great.) Before I left last Monday (her twin was with us all day too, us three girls like in old times years past) she said she was wrapping her mind around it, it made her forehead hurt. HER PINEAL WAS OPENING. Praise the MOST HIGH.

Note From Nichole, age 15

LOVE HAS WINGS LOVE HAS WINGS LOVE HAS WINGS

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE

I love you Nichole. I lift you up to our Creator, the Most High. He knows everything you were considering and trying to understand. He knows your heart. Your heart is Good. We are all trauma victims.

Added on January 13, 2019:

I have been writing a book called SUPERNATURAL IN MY LIFE. I did not know that Nichole had died until the 26th when her roommate (the one who followed the advice in my post DO THIS WHEN YOU REFUSE A VACCINE) called. There I was, sending texts, emails, leaving voice messages after the 18th when we were last together. I have had supernatural things occur as long as I can remember, back to age two. Never forgotten.
I wrote this early on the morning of December 21st. I write so much that this was ‘backburnered’ in my mind until, reading aloud to my friend the chapters I have finished in the book. This dear friend who helped me have my granddaugher’s weighted blanket custom-made and shipped to her because his own son almost OD’d on fentanyl just two weeks before Nichole did. (This is true #empathy.) He has known me since I was 20, old friends with the my children’s grandparents. As I began to read the most recent event of December 21st, I realized Nichole had come to visit.
Here is what I wrote, less than twenty-four hours from her death, less than 25 miles from her body in the mortuary, without knowing – NO ONE TOLD ME – she had died.

4AM WALKED INTO KITCHEN IN DARK FOR WATER, THERE WAS A FLASH OF ENERGY, December 21, 2018

At about 4AM I walked naked (I usually wear sleep clothes now, for rapture preparedness, but last night felt constricted, irritated skin, dry?) into the kitchen for lemon water (alkaline) and as I took my first step past the threshold of my bedroom door into the kitchen space there was a very fast, very intense, tight small flash of light that immediately disappeared through the wall below the window – toward the graveyard. It was very fast, very intense, very concentrated and very real and it happened like a hand clap and was gone. I felt as I poured my water like a presence lingered. I believe it was a disembodied spirit, and was keeping place with the art materials I am giving Emily. I photographed them yesterday and sent the photos to Cherie, Nichole’s roommate, since Nichole’s phone is off right now. The two boxes of art supplies are full of love. Just as when I experienced the spirit throwing my portfolio then book at the Little’s, and heard the footsteps running in the hall, so did Mamaux, just as a spirit came out of my unplugged, turned off Powerbook in 2017, this was real. It is in form like the whirl of manifestation of a jinn in cartoons. Genie. An entity.
I am so glad I am moving from here, and getting away from these demons concentrated in this forsaken church building place of pain and death. This dead town full of zombies. Not that any other location does not have them. But this ground I live on is literally full of death, being a graveyard, and old church from 1870 whose founder/minister the owners disinterred when they put in the basement steps.
If you want to see a human spirit leaving the body, watch the video at the bottom of this blog post… 

THE TRUTH ABOUT FEARPORN: Demons and School children – RICHIEFROMBOSTON #mustwatch

#TRANSGENDER #GAY #LESBIAN #BISEXUAL = #PERVERSION and is engineered by the elite to destroy mankind and all creation. People are so brainwashed, fluoridated, sedated and drugged, in electromagnetic, chemically induced comas distracted by their instant-gratification consumption and idolatry both selfie and societal that they willingly submit themselves and their children as sacrifices to this evil.

They are under the spell of #witchcraft. “The general population doesn’t know what’s happening and it doesn’t even know that it doesn’t.” – Noam Chomsky (The power of the Tavistock Institute and media programming.)

I have witnessed this disgusting immoral explosion unfold since childhood, when my mother’s hairdresser – I was twelve and this was 1971 – had a sex change operation through Johns Hopkins University, and changing his name from Steven to Stephanie. I thought it was gross, even then. This was #Baltimore in the early Seventies. My mother had a jet black 12-curl #beehive, very #JohnWaters, yes.

Military Gay Plan NOTHING makes this right, this agenda to change humans. Grabbed from the video, here’s a snippet from a military document from the 1950’s which discusses using biochemical warfare to cause #homosexuality

I first spoke out about my concerns regarding #GMOs and #BPA, #manboobs (#moobs), #bee #colony #collapse and hermaphrodite amphibians, children developing sexually earlier than ever, and the increasing numbers of gays – and Facebook being a voluntarily submitted CIA database as far back as 2005 on #MySpace, and then #Facebook. Due to the extreme #MKUltra #gangstalking and #targeting I am under, my youtube channel is pretty much a failure, and I really do wonder why this blog gets no traction here on WordPress and Twitter, unless, of course, I’m censored, which, by the process of elimination is the only conclusion.

One does not garner many warm fuzzies with a viewpoint such as mine. So be it.
I’VE PICKED MY ADDRESS.

The heartbreaking part for me is, I can’t pick my children’s or grandchildren’s.

Here’s the video from #RichiefromBoston, God bless him…

 

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THOUGHTS AS NIBIRU IS THE CLOSEST TO OUR SUN IT GETS

(IN THIS CROSSING CYCLE)

GDS blog Mon(ster)Santo imageOn Joseph Farrell’s blog at his Giza Death Star website, an excellent article called GMO SCRAPBOOK: MON(STER)SANTO TO PAY 289.2 MILLION IN LAWSUIT
on the landmark (unbelievable) ruling which found the corporation of death guilty of more crimes than I can list offhand, but all related to their true intent and mission: corrupt the DNA of and kill all things living, and lie about it, all at great profit.

Here was my two cents I submitted to the comments (pending approval):

I am truly shocked that there even *was* a legal system verdict and settlement which clearly incriminates MonSatan’s profligate evil. Will they – and the academics, governments and military who created Lyme and Morgellons, Ecdysone, Agrobacterium, and all other pandemics be brought to task for the transhumanism and destroyed lives, the corruption of human DNA?
Evil is not equivalent in nature to the explanation of the color black for artists: black is the absence of color, white is all colors of the spectrum (including those the human senses cannot detect). Evil is the left side of the duality existing with Good, and cannot change. (Why it exists at all still baffles me; still learning.) Will this verdict create change? I did see (as of yesterday, maybe more have now) that a European country (forget which) made sales of Round-Up illegal as a result of this ruling. But the overarching question remains: will there be change, here on this earth, in this time? Is it possible? The Kolbrin record (called a bible, but that part of the title seems a misnomer, and possibly what one thinks of as a bible needs redefinition) is explicit is pointing out that over these cycles of cosmic earth resets, mankind has not heeded the warnings, or changed. Clearly the reason corruption, deceit, greed, trauma cycles and death of mind, body and soul continues is this fact of universal law of darkness. Because we are in the Age of Aquarius, and the Most High is our waterbearer, water being life’s essence to continue, as we have this digital story-sharing conduit, we for the first time have a chance to leave this soul trap.
When one looks back at the planning that went into the biggest coverup of all, religion, which completely divorces man (by man I mean both sexes, for there are only two genders) from Spirit/Light by its paradigm of guilt trip and fear, it is so completely all-encompassing that it makes Dungeons and Dragons look like the game of Go Fish. So *will* there be change for the better going forward? Will the use of RoundUp stop? How about all the other vectors of death so well elucidated in all the previous comments? Will they be stopped? As someone who considers herself an activist (59, stopped watching TV at 14, been awake forrrevvverrr, ugh), I regret deeply that I say have to say this, but I think “No, MonSatan (not my lord!) and Co. will not be stopped. At least not by us, here. I don’t get many votes of popularity for this (almost none), but Yeshua is YHVH’s rescue mission to grab some peeps at an opportune electomagnetic moment of the earth’s vesica piscis. It looks like that moment might be coming soon.
Does this mean we give up trying to be the change we want? Hell no! We are here to Love, to be LOVE because LOVE – another redefinition of word needed – is the photon force of SPIRIT and CREATION. We are It. Here in this cesspool. #sadfact
All this middle east, Vietnam, Cambodia war, destroying India, Africa, Tibet: destroy the evidence. The farce of Antarctica we are presented with. Nagasaki was Japan’s Christian population capital. Heliocentric theory AKA globe: remove G_D.
I have come to the conclusion all this MUST happen, this Doom with in this world incarnation the dumbs and fema camps and depops and all the alphabets – resilient my a%s! THEY know at some point their time will eternally end. That’s why they have no stops to pull at all. They have been *done* since they first fell here, where the UN has its fortified base. At some point these cycles will end, that’s as much as I understand.

Next!

The Criminal Prosecution And Capital Punishment Of Animals, by EP Evans

Strange things found during research… As I tackle the chapter most difficult to compile and finish (because I have learned that no one likes hearing about parasites, and that they have them, so it’s like chewing nails to write) for my first book THE ASCENSION DIET – EATING TO ASCEND, in the course of rootling around the net looking for some arcane reference to parasites from one of my Notes, I find this! THE CRIMINAL PROSECUTION AND CAPITAL PUNISHMENT OF ANIMALS, by E.P. Evans. From the introduction: “Sources—Amira’s distinction between retributive and preventive processes—Addosio’s incorrect designation of the latter as civil suits—Inconsistent attitude of the Church in excommunicating animals—Causal relation of crime to demoniacal possession—Squatter sovereignty of devils—Aura corrumpens—Diabolical infestation and lack of ventilation—“Bewitched kine”—Greek furies and Christian demons—Homicidal bees, laying cocks and crowing hens—Theory of the personification of animals—Beasts in Frankish, Welsh, and old German laws—Animal prosecutions and witchcraft—The Mosaic code in Christian courts—Pagan deities as demons—Born malefactors among beasts—The theory of punishment in modern criminology“. (Homicidal bees?)
And I thought I was morbidly focused!

Osiris/All dogs go to heaven…
Recently I adopted a Chihuahua. I know, an anklebiter! An anklebiter is what we archon-hating detox freaks call parasites! Well, in Genesis 3:15 we read “And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel.” Yep.
The Scarlet Anklebiter This isn’t just a cuddly pet. He’s a therapy dog, with attitude. Little guy was on a kill list because he has been so traumatized and neglected that he couldn’t socialize in a pack/household. The world is very threatening to his eight pound self, and in the less-than two weeks I’ve had the pleasure of his company, I’ve seen a difference daily as he learns that he is safe, and can trust. Never one for lapdogs (throughout my life, and thus prior to, my divorce I had Labs, a Maremma, a Chesapeake Bay Retriever, Great Danes, Rhodesian Ridgeback, and raised Puddins, the short-legged horse and farm Irish Jack Russell Terriers), but now in an apartment with a monastic lifestyle, this little guy who needed a last chance seemed exactly right.

And I’m so glad I adopted him. The love a dog gives, the loyalty, it’s brutal in the heartstrings. Even if he still reacts with a bite when putting on his vest, drying his feet after a morning walk in dewey grass, and on and on and on (he’s got issues). Still, I love this little dog already, and am reminded of what love should be, what it would be, in a world without trauma caused by parasites of any size, class or supernatural and cosmic dimension.

Anubis So that god Osiris that the superb Bill Donahue describes as he talks about meditation, the Osiris that all the pyramidal structures on this earth are aligned with, that place of spirit in the Canis Major constellationcould it be the predecessor to man’s best friend, initially called Anubis? In Egyptian myth,  their god Anubis was revered as the god of the dead and the underworld until the Middle Kingdom, when this role was taken over by Osiris, weighing the hearts of dead souls and guiding them through the underworld and into the afterlife.

Because it has to be true that all dogs go to heaven.

 

If this rabbit hole keeps going down, how will I finish one book!

The effects of forces of CERN and The Destroyer: is THAT the voice they are straining to let speak? And TODAY it’s at its closest point to our sun. Eek! Related to this without a doubt, an email snippet of mine from this morning:

“Let me tell you, that prowling lion the deceiver seems to be making the world worse so exponentially. Yesterday Brent took me with him to his medical appts, I drove, he needs knee replacement. Stopped at Walmart so he could send someone in Congo money, I waited outside in shade, parked. Watched the parade.Am i imagining this, or have people changed? I think they have, Alex. I think we are seeing a new race like they describe, the Xian [Christian] truthers: H+. It’s really chilling and I could not wait to come back home.
I was happy to get your email, but wish I had not been depressed. I wrote above as a segue into the fact that being in the world for me does that, makes me anxious, strained, self-doubting. I concur with everyone who speaks about the increasing demonic presence in this world, that it is true. (I think I will blog this convo).”

Dr. Geordie Rose, the AI artificial quantum physics  D-Wave ‘intelligence’ tech-guru-all-governments-are-using-for-their -everything says: “So these things that we are summoning into the world now… are entities that aren’t necessarily going to be aligned with what we want.” Wait, WHAT? WTF! Why bring them!

 

On personal strength, and living in a small town (that’s not my hometown, either), church christians /Churchians, wearing the Scarlet Letter, witch hunts…

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Yeah, nobody knows me here, and I’m a pariah, a fish out of water. Definitely living the outsider’s life, and have not met one person in the six+ months I have been here who I can even begin to have a conversation with about what I write about here. My readers know that I didn’t “come up with” all these ideas on my own. Sure I may have connected dots while walking my own path all of these years, which led me here, but I am not the only one to have reached these conclusions. And as this post is getting tediously long, I’ll just end it with the fact that I may as well have a large red felt “A” on my back.

And the brother shall deliver up the brother to death, and the father the child: and the children shall rise up against their parents, and cause them to be put to death.Matthew 10:21 and “But I have a few things against thee, because thou hast there them that hold the doctrine of Balaam, who taught Balac to cast a stumblingblock before the children of Israel, to eat things sacrificed unto idols, and to commit fornication.Revelation 2:14 but “Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.” Matthew 5:10.

Why we must fast will be the next blogpost, and if you want me to address anything specific about #fasting for #ascension (and detoxification, of course), please leave your questions in the comments. As always, LOVE to you.

Your sister in the Most High God,
Hester Prynne