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Jennifer Chapin

A poignant memory of Vietnam

9/15/2019

A couple of years ago I went to Vietnam with a group called Intrepid out of Australia. We were a mixed bag of adventure seekers, Australian, Swiss, Chinese, one lone Canadian and a Maori from New Zealand.

One night we stayed in a houseboat in Halong Bay, and although the shot I took above was not our boat, ours was identical.

After our antics of the day, cave exploring and kayaking, we retired after an extraordinary meal to laugh, dance and sing, and then someone pulled out a karaoke machine and we all started howling at the moon, to songs like this one from Bette Midler, to many others as well, and the night went by swiftly.

One of my poignant memories was that of our Vietnamese guide, a lovely soft spoken and very kind man who pulled up a song from his country and sang it alone, disappearing into memories and history.

He lost many family members in the Vietnam war, although he was very young when he did so. I remember his voice, haunting and lovely, as it filled the houseboat with loss and sorrow. He was not aware we were there. He just turned to the window, full moon on the water, and sang.

Honor your voice, especially now

9/12/2019

We are all such amazingly intricate Beings of wisdom and depth that in these rapidly accelerating evolutionary times it is increasingly important to find appropriate vehicles of expression that convey our truth, as we live it.

Every voice of truth is a clarion call, and make no mistake, the longer we delay SPEAKING OUT the harder it is going to get, especially as things take form around us and change quickly.

We have been truncated in the expression of our beliefs for far too long. No one is served if your voice is not heard. Don't try to subsume your voice under another's. They don't know your truth, only you do.

What if you knew this was your last week on Earth? What would say to the world as a way of leaving behind a treasured legacy? What innermost thoughts do you have that you could express knowing that this reaching out will touch another's heart?

Don't delay in conveying this, Beloveds.

From the Song of Solomon

9/11/2019

Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm,
for love is strong as death,
jealousy is fierce as the grave.
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
the very flame of the LORD.
Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can floods drown it.
If a man offered for love
all the wealth of his house,
he would be utterly despised.

Don't let anyone take away your voice

9/10/2019

We are living in a time of wonders, where there are many voices seeking self-expression, as though we have been freed from some terrible bondage of cultural conformity and find ourselves speaking our truth once again.

We are not a monochromatic grey, we are unique and each of us has a story to tell and a way of telling that story.

For many of us it has taken years to find our voices again: family, culture, religion, our friends, our groups, have intervened in one way or the other to press censure upon us.

This may not be intentional, but the subtle conditioning of expected silence and following the status quo is the deadliest form of oppression that there is.

There is no "one voice". There is only a choir of voices, each playing their own unique part. Let our voices ring out, loudly and clearly. Let our unpracticed throats vibrate with our own song, not someone else's.

Let our soul song be heard and let us care not a whit about another's judgment of us, the "tut-tuts" of disapproval that generally comes from those who lack the courage to step forward with their own song.

It is far easier to criticize than to hear your own voice sing.

Those who deny God deny themselves

9/9/2019

There are many of us who believe that each of us are a fragment of God, however you define that term, and that when we deny ourselves we are denying our own godliness.

In holding this belief for myself I am greatly influenced by Archangel Michael and his teachings through his beloved messenger Ronna Vezane (www.starquestmastery.com).

We carry within us the seeds of Co-Creation, and with our thoughts and intentions we forge our dreams and our creations through the Sacred Fires of our focus until they manifest. Genius in this manner is defined as persistence and determination, dogged hard work. These days our thoughts are manifesting quickly. For good or ill, we live with what we have created.

We are indeed Masters, and especially now when the energies are growing more powerful around the Earth. Our ability to create and manifest is become stronger.

Know that as you project your thoughts out into the world, they come back to you. It is quantum physics, and if what you get back is bleakness and scarcity then there is no one to blame for the world that you have created for yourself. A remote and impersonal deity did not do this to you.

Know also that in this powerful time of Ascension only those thoughts, intentions and creations that are wrought in Love and Light shall prevail. For as we are manifestations and fragments of God, there is a Father/Mother God that is holding the Divine Blueprint for this time, in a world where "free will" over time, will hold narrower strictures as Divine Will prevails, for the highest good of all.

The time is coming, soon, when all other creations, those created with primal life force substance from the lower dimensions, those creations that seek control of others, or whose mandate is war, greed and cruelty shall dissolve, as there will be no power to support them.

There will be no place for this form of energy in our New Earth. It is a burden to carry these energies and the accompanying anger, hatred and scorn that it takes to manifest them. Releasing the burden of this lower energy is a blessing for all of us.

I'm going back to the land of the Cathars soon

9/1/2019

Yesterday I went to visit my friend who is a shamanic healer. I go to her ostensibly to receive massages, but it is so much more than that. She works with many guides, and angels. She also works with Archangel Michael.

"Your heart is in France." she said to me during my treatment. "Your heart was broken there."

"Yes," I said to her as tears sprang into my eyes. "I love France very much."

And even though I love Canada and I am so eternally grateful to be here in this cherished part of the world, especially now, my heart is indeed in France. I have traveled there many times and almost stayed there on one occasion.

"You need to go back, and I believe you will be going soon."

Funny thing was, I have been thinking about this for awhile now, especially in the context of the re-write of my novel, A Song of Songs: Mary Magdalene Awakes".  I had traveled into the Languedoc region of France to research a portion of my book....but I never went to Montsegur, I couldn't. I went as far as the Pyrenees that embraced France and Spain and I could have made it to Montesgur, but I just couldn't go.

Montsegur was the last bastion of the Cathars against the Catholic Church. 10,000 troops besieged this fortress and when it was apparent that the Cathars had lost, they were given an ultimatum: renounce their faith and receive lesser punishments or die in the Inquisition's fires.

They chose death. 244 souls walked from the fortress directly in the bonfires that the priests had waiting for them. They absolutely refused to renounce their faith.

Up until the time that I traveled to the Pyrenees I lived in an apartment in the house of a couple of professors at the University of Montpelier. Our initial relationship was warm and inviting, but quickly turned cold and quite dangerous.

I am a firm believer in intersecting lives, that we live lives in tandem, parallel lives, concurrent lives, and because time is ultimately not linear, but circular and spiraling, lives are laid on top of one another, as it were. And sometimes we experience "bleed through" when they collide.

It became apparent to me that this is what I was experiencing with my hosts. As their energy became darker and started to enter my living space the realization came to me that we had been together in the time frame of the Cathars, but that I had forfeited my life to them at that time. I had hoped to leave before things got too toxic.

On the day prior to my departure, as I was sitting drinking my coffee and looking out at the palm trees and the bougainvillea on a clear and beautiful sunny morning, I saw to my amazement that the sky became dark quickly, storm clouds and flashes of lightning lit the area around me. The palm trees themselves remonstrated with great anger.

"What the hell?" I asked myself as I stood up. The dark clouds emitted toxic energy that went through me like a knife. I was stunned by the dramatic change. It was then that I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, stealthily, one foot at a time. They stopped outside my door. At this point, the wind had reached its peak and howled outside, rattling the windows.

Without thinking, I turned and faced the door calmly. I planted my feet apart and placed my hands around my belt. It was then that I had a blinding realization that I had come to an intersection of history. This moment had happened before. Time had found us and brought us together again to see if the outcome would be different.

At that moment, I felt gravity shift and the floor tilted. I prayed to God for protection and then stood there waiting. It seemed as though an eternity passed and that the wind itself was suspended as I stood in the vortex of time. One second, two, three seconds passed, I wasn't going anywhere, not this time, and then I heard a curse as a foot spun and this person retreated.

As they did, the sun came out once more.

This next trip into the land of the Cathars will be one of completion, for I intend to climb Monsegur and stand at the top, as the Cathars did in their last days.

A wonderful Amazon review of my book

8/29/2019

One of our writers, Ian Kent, who himself has produced a novel called Catalyst that is available on Amazon, just left this review of my novella, The Poet & the Angel and he gave the book a 5 out of 5:

The Spanish Civil war- another inquisition?
August 29, 2019 - Published on Amazon.comA rather poignant tale told in the words of the Spanish poet, Frederico Garcia Lorca. Jennifer Chapin’s research and literary skills shine. She has such a lovely way of describing things, experiences, and surroundings. She paints lovely pictures and stimulates the senses with words. If you want to take a tour of Granada and the Alhambra with Lorca’s eyes, read this book.

I am so grateful! This kind of feedback is huge for authors.

"Liminal": update

8/28/2019

You came to me softly at first, a sigh and a caress, warm breath in my hair. And of course because I am somewhere between pure logic and mystical child I chose to ignore you. But you became more insistent.

You began to visit me in my dreams and I sighed when you touched me. I snuggled closer into your arms. In the early days, when I awoke you were gone, like a beautiful fragrance that dissipates with the arrival of my …pure logic.

But you persisted, because that’s what you do as I now realize. You are the persistence of Pure Love and you bid me to remember how long we have been together, millions of years, and you stretched my imagination back through time, and eventually through the veil itself.

"Do you remember?" you asked me.

"Yes." I said, "I was birthed with you. I remember you from the beginning of time."

"I have been with you all along."

"Yes, sometimes I sensed you and when I did not I looked for you everywhere, in the valley and the mountains and in the stars.....Don't ever leave me again."

"I won't", and then you paused, “The veils are thin now”.

“Yes”.

"It's time."

"Yes," I whispered.

"You are ready."

"Yes."

"Our Food is Killing Us"

8/27/2019

This is the title of an editorial in today's New York Times written by Dariush Mozaffarian, Dean of the Tufts Friedman School of Nutrition Science and Policy and Dan Glickman, the secretary of Agriculture in the US from 1995 - 2001.

In this article the authors state that about 100 million people in the US, or half the population, are sick. They are suffering from diabetes, pre-diabetes or a cardiovascular condition. Three in four adults are obese and overweight.

And this is just in the US.

Not only are the foods we are eating killing us, those of us who are inclined to a fast food fix, but the Earth herself is depleted and sick too.

We have ravaged the Earth to the extent that vital nutrients have, in many cases, been completely eradicated leaving one to question the nutritional value of foods, even "fresh foods" that we purchase from the larger supermarkets that dominate our towns and cities.

If we wonder why the Earth is in paroxysms now, it is because she is cleansing and healing herself, having realized that up until now, the majority of humanity has not been wise in the stewardship of her vital resources. Or cared about her at all.

The Earth is doing everything she can to heal, and this may translate into wildfires, volcanoes, earthquakes and other natural disasters that we are witnessing in our world now.

This process will not stop until the Earth is returned to a pristine condition.

In the meantime, we must all be vigilant about how we are treating the Earth and as has been made clear from this article (among many) what we are ingesting on a daily basis as well.

The blessings and the danger of our use of social media

8/21/2019

There is a plethora of information and messaging on social media and it is bewildering to try and make sense of it at times. We are living at a juncture of history where the input of positive messaging onto instruments like Facebook or Twitter can ameliorate the negativity and the hatred...and the false news that permeates these vehicles.

However, we must be cautious in our use of these tools. They can become addictive and take us away from the central source of our wisdom and insight: ourselves.

Silence and contemplation, especially now, will speak volumes for what we can contribute to our emerging New Earth, more than the fascination of another's message, slogan or verse.

We are the ones we have been waiting for, and it would be great to hear voices of insight and wisdom that are held within the keys of our own hearts, not someone else's.

We may be truncating our own Spirits in our fascination of soundbites. Our Spirits are trying to reach us now, are we listening? I know that I personally get agitated and upset if I am on social media for too long. This agitation tells me to stop and return to center. That no one's "truth" is better or more sound for me than my own. That the silence of the trees and the water, the beauty of nature and the silence and beauty of my home will ultimately reveal to me exactly what I need to know in my own journey.