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Matty's Journal

May 2015

Good News Channel 70
1 - Crocodile (Imix)

I could hardly wait for my 13th birthday, I've never been 13, what do I do now? There's so much of life I want to explore, so much to taste, experience. When I look around, seeing all the confusion, disharmony, who do I turn to? Who will guide me, I know I want to experience everything that Mother Earth has to offer, yet, who's there to show me?

I'm asking you (Mom & Dad) to be my guide, to encourage me, to support me, to be my anchor. Kindness, compassion, joy, with tons of Loving energy is what I thrive for, striving to be the 'best' me I can.

I know this is a tough journey that lies in front of me, I also know that by having you as my cheering section as this is the beginning of, what will form my future. I will emulate all the wonderful experiences I witness from you, to acknowledge and protect our family.

To be open and honest, our communication is what will have us be the power that will find its way out into the world, we will touch peoples lives by how we show up as a family.This is my request to you Mom and Dad, are you up for this challenge? I am.
We're a team, a powerful team. This starts, right here, right now. My life is in your hands.


How do you see me as an adult? Proud. Of course. You brought me into this life for a reason, not just for a season, or a play thing. I love you. Let us share the joy as a collective, show the world what a true family looks like.

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Our adventure continues, the longer we remain on Mother Earth, more information gets stored with in our personal 'computer'. . . what ever we are faced with, and how we perceive each situation is what the outcome will be. . . this past Friday, my body chose to recreate the sensation of the PMR that I was sure would be out of my body for the rest of my life. . . Surprise. . . Lifting my left arm isn't available at this moment. . . sleeping is a challenge. . . what I do with this is what I will create. . . Being I'm not my body, I'm the observer of what it is presenting. Feeding my body with 'love' chanting 'love', a Hawaiian word; Ho'opononopono, meaning;
I love you ~ ~ ~ I'm Sorry ~ ~ ~ Please forgive me ~ ~ ~ Thank You

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It is said that no one truly knows a nation until one has been inside its jails. A nation should not be judged by how it treats its highest citizens, but its lowest ones.
- Nelson Mandela -

Matty 2  

When our children are 'heard' and acknowledged, the jails would be empty. The issue is; there's so much money to be made by incarcerating more and more people, this is a cash machine. Money is put into building jails, this same money can be put into the children, teachers, moms and dads so they (the children) have a safe haven. . . a safe house. . . this is my mission If there were adults in charge, this insanity would no longer even exist.


Good News Channel 69
1 - Star (Lamat)

“Proof of Heaven”

A Neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife


While reading Dr. Alexander's experience, I found myself altering the way I've been 'witnessing' actions that had caused me discomfort, yet, I hadn't really noticed how uncomfortable I was until having a conversation with daughter Jo-e. Jo-e told me that she and Krista, (Jo-e's life partner of 12 years) went to see Bashar. One of the descriptions he presented for those who have passed, (died) is this, think about sitting next to this person, you're have a wonderful conversation. now think about speaking on the phone with this person. Communicating with Ian as if we were speaking on the phone altered the way I had been holding onto the emotions around Ian's death, being he's not in his physical body, communicating with him felt one sided.

I feel more connected then I had felt. This is good.

This is year ten that Ian died. Blows my mind.

Even though I woke each day, took care of my 'earthly' needs,

there was a missing in my heart that hadn't been filled, and I didn't

know how to fill it.

Three years after Ian passed, I returned to the world I know now. It was if I were in a walking coma. The last few months of his life were the most precious, we bonded, and loved deeply, heart wide open. The experiences were needed for us to complete our togetherness the way we did.

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This poem is for all our beloveds:

David M. Romano wrote “When Tomorrow Starts Without Me.” 1993

When tomorrow starts without me,

And I'm not there to see,

If the sun should rise and find your eyes

All filled with tears for me;

I wish so much you wouldn't cry

The way you did today,

While thinking of the many things,

We didn't get to say,

I know how much you love me,

As much as I love you,

And each time you think of me,

I know you'll miss me too;

Please try to understand,

That an angel came and called my name,

And took me by the hand,

And said my place was ready,

In heaven far above

And that I'll have to leave behind

All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,

A tear fell from my eye

For all my life, I'd always thought,

I didn't want to die,

I had so much to live for,

So much left yet to do,

It seemed almost impossible,

that I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,

The good ones and the bad,

The thought of all the love we shared,

And all the fun we had,

If I could relive yesterday

Just even for a while,

I'd say good-bye and kiss you

And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized

That is could never be,

For emptiness and memories,

Would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things

I might miss come tomorrow,

I thought of you, and when I did

My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven's gates

I felt so much at home

When God looked down and smiled at me,

From His great golden throne,

He said, “This is eternity,

And all I've promised you.

Today your life on earth is past

But here it starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow,

But today will always last,

And since each days the same way,

There's no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful,

So trusting and so true,

Though there were times

you did some things

You knew you shouldn't do.

But you have been forgiven

and now at last you're free,

So won't you come and take my hand

And share my life with me?”

So when tomorrow starts without me,

Don't think we're far apart,

For every time you think of me,

I'm right here, in you heart.

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I wonder how many young people know what 'real' books feels like in their hands.

If they picked one up, would they know how to read it?

Give them an analog clock, ask what time it is, you most likely would get a blank stare.

The children have been so dumbed down, it's frightening.


Thrilled I grew up in times when there were 'stay at home moms'. . . we had 'structure' in our lives. . . I've asked young people this question; “How do you view our world today?” I've heard the same story from young people in their late teens to early twenties. “Structure is missing.”

Here's Johns story, ' When my mom was growing up, her mom got to stay home and take care of the family, there was a unit, the generation I'm in, well, we don't have the luxury of having a 'stay' at home mom. If both my parents didn't work, there wouldn't be enough of anything to live the life they want for us, the thing is, we're not living the life we love because our parents aren't home to take care of our needs, meaning to give us their attention, their time. They're always too tired to be with us, we sit in front of the TV, is this the way our family is meant to be?'

What have we done? We've allowed this to happen. They continue to 'chip' away at our freedoms, our passion, who's living their passion? So few, so very few.

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There is one thing that is simply not possible: to demand that an unworkable

condition be resolved by means of peaceful revision-and then to consistently deny

resolution by peaceful means. In my talks with Polish statesmen I once more expounded those thoughts which

you already heard in my last speech before the Reichstag. No man can accuse me

of employing inappropriate methods or of applying undue pressure. It was I who

had the German proposals formulated in the end, and I must repeat here that there

is nothing more modest or loyal than these proposals. I should like to say this to the

world: I alone was in the position to make such proposals. I know very well that in

doing so I brought myself into opposition to millions of Germans. Adolf Hitler

The people remained silent to Hitlers demands, if you didn't 'follow' orders, you were taken away. How insane those times were, and yes, Hitler brought Germans out of poverty, he created a pleasant place for 'his ' people to live. Yet, right under their noses, millions of people were robbed of their lives. (my family included). We can no longer remain silent, the insanity stops here and now.

Gathering our collective consciousness to bring forth harmony, love, compassion, this is our time to speak, our hearts are open, now it's time to open our mouths with passion, bringing one another into the light of love. Allowing 'them' to repeat what Hitler created is pure insanity. Are you willing to allow them to take what belongs to you? To your family?




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