The Law of Silence


There is a problem with sharing too much. When we share our experiences with others, sometimes we can set them up to believe that they need to have similar experiences. This can put a glass ceiling over them, and it leaves us responsible for limiting them. If we are honest with ourselves, we may notice that we enjoy having a bit more knowledge about a situation than someone else. I would say that most of our sharing is gratuitous and does little to benefit the listener.

Think about all the ways we might inflict our experiences on others: raising children, illness, menopause, growing old, etc. These are all ways to pull others into the herd mentality. Many things that we think of as truths are merely vantage points that we have agreed to. Many truths are opinions that have been galvanized into fact. It doesn’t render them more valid. It just means that it is more difficult for others to divert from them without being challenged for doing so. Every single opinion that we have galvanized as truth, must someday be challenged and broken free of to attain freedom. Otherwise we simple are limited by the fickle whims of society. This is what we all see evidence of in such divided factions of our global community

The Law of Silence is a powerful Law. It is a powerful technique to abstain from speaking every thought. When one forgoes mindless talking, they tap into their own omnipotence.

Understanding an Aspect of What I Do

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This is a message I received:

My husband woke up for a moment to tell me he was tired. He said he had an all night long dream that he was saving children from an evil demon spirits. He fell back asleep so I thought I would do some taps on him. I realized when I was saying his very last sentence from the poverty taps. That’s Exactly what the Taps are! That’s exactly why you have written them and shared them with the world.

I had said to him right before he fell asleep that his dreams were just the pictures to help him understand. I said what energy messages are trying to be relayed through the images you saw! Then click it hit me! That’s what Jen does for us by sharing her taps. She helps us…. the children of the world to release our energetic demons. Thank You!



Kindness is not a weakness
Opinions are not truth
Judgments are not facts
Wielding power is not strength
Showing Love is not a vulnerability
Sharing is not losing but an exponential gain
Giving is not giving, but receiving
Taking up a cause in not transcending power; it is making it your equal
Silence is not invisible
Conversation is not a tradeoff for connecting
Society is not a reflection of humanity
Problems are not meant to be downloaded onto others
Sympathy is not compassion. Sympathy is rubbing an eternal wound
Compassion is disallowing the wound to be re-opened
The past only defines us if we bring it into the present
There is no future only consecutive moments
Religion is merely a step towards God
The heart of Love is entered beyond the mind
Higher Love is not ward and fuzzy but a deep contentedness
Complacency is a form of death
Others do not see your faults with the same magnifying glass as you
Problems are gifts to hone our spiritual strength
Beauty is a recognition of an inner Light
An enemy is the flip side of a friend
Most are not afraid to die but to be separated from their consciousness
Everyone is on a mecca to truth so there is no need to save anyone.
We are not individuals but atoms in the body of Love
Love is not something to strive for but to recognize from within
Everyone is loveable; it is what they have accumulated that is not.
No one is an island; one’s uplifting thoughts, deed and actions uplift all
Humility is seeing your greatness but seeing that same greatness in all
The mind is not God. The mind is a computer that we defer to out of habit
Our physical body is just a vehicle to operate to gain experiences
More people are afraid of living than of dying
It is impossible to die; only to wear out our vehicles.
People are afraid to speak their truth because of persecution in past lives
Our fears already played out in past lives so we can let them go
Herd mentality plays on a primal fear of being picked off in a herd.
You are now above all this

Jen Ward


The Story of Love and Hate


Hate met hate on the street
They hated each other
They boasted about their lives
Primped and flexed to each other
They showed off their wealth
They fought over which one was superior
Bragged about who had the most problems
Who had the most chronic issues
Complained about their families
Mocked each other
It was a good ole time

Hate saw love pass by
Hate spit at love
Tried to pick a fight with love
Tried to muddy Love’s clothes
Love just smiled
Hate became infuriated
It tried harder to scorn love
It turned to the crowd and lied about Love
Hate started foaming at the mouth in anger
It was in its element
It created conflict and scandal
Hate perpetuated itself through its own hate
Hate tried to pull love into itself
Love was impervious to hate
Love sustained its composure

Love walked on and greeted everyone it met
Love seemed to only notice love in everyone
Those that were in agreement with hate, showed their contempt for love
Love did not seem to notice
They tried to preach how love was being hateful
They dressed themselves up as love
Hate pretended to be Love
But they only fooled hate
Hate begin to confuse itself for love
Love maintained it’s stance

Love met love on the street and they embraced
No words were needed
They were in complete agreement
Love knew things hate couldn’t understand
They communicated beyond all exterior means
Those who communicate in love knew their compassion for hate
Love softened the edges of hate
Hate was visibly irritated
It entertained itself by pretending to be love

Each time hate greeted hate, it became more broken
It fractured into different factions
Hate could hardly tolerate itself
Hate seemed plentiful
Hate still pretended to be love
It continued to pass itself off as love
It tricked some into thinking it was love but then showed itself as hate
It was loud and in everyone’s face
It screamed love down
Love payed no mind

Yet many struggled between love and hate
They were fooled by hate’s disguise
They thought that hate was love
They thought that everything was hate and that love did not exist
In their confusion they went to sleep and allowed hate to speak through them
Hate kept preaching hate and saying it was love
Love did not argue. That was hate’s job
Love spoke beyond words
Love was patient and kind
Love disturbed no one that was sleeping
It left them oblivious in their slumber

Hate seemed to be the law of the land
Until all those who were lulled to sleep by hate began to awaken
They slept off their drunken stupor of hate
Those who awakened realized themselves as love
Love embraced itself as love
Love embraced Itself everywhere
The world was seen through love’s eyes
The world was felt through Love’s heart
The world was permeated in love’s breath
The nightmare ended
Hate scurried off in the night and was never heard from again
Love prevailed

Jen Ward 11/30/14

#Love #Hate

The Sanctity of Life


The abortion issue would make more sense if it was about the sanctity of life. But it is obviously not. If those who cared so much about the life of a fetus only cared so much about the quality of life for others in their circumstances than their hard-core stance would be more understandable.

But the sanctity of life for a potential baby is not more valid than the lives of people displaced from everything they hold dear only to be treated like prisoners in holding camps as they migrate to freedom.

The sanctity of life for a fetus is not more precious than those who are terrified of being deported because they don’t have the right documentation to prove they belong in one swatch of land over another.

The sanctity of life for a baby is not more precious than the millions of people living in poverty, hunger, or squalor without a means to pull themselves out of the conditions that they have been born to.

God does not love white babies born of lucrative status more than he loves babies of color, or of those born in various means of disadvantage.

The sanctity of life for an unborn fetus does not carry more credo with God than the millions of people who are thrown into the hellish situation of prison, only to be forgotten about as they are intermingled with true deviants of society.

The sanctity of Life for an unborn fetus is not more precious than the sanctity of life for the increasing number of gun violence victims. Also, for good measure, the sanctity of life for a proud gun owner is also not more valid than the victims of gun violence; that this relaxed privilege produces as a by-product.

The sanctity of life for a Christian is not more precious to God than the sanctity of life for the Muslim or even the Atheist.

God does not quantify people by the church they attend. Man does that.

God does not put more value on a male life than a female life. This is what MEN do.

In fact, the male dominance and ego driven displays of power are the reason for most injustices in the world. That is not the work of GOD that is the work of man. If the issue was truly about the sanctity of life, then those who vehemently oppose it, would also have compassion for those knocking at their borders, those being destroyed by systemic violence and poverty, those who are rotting away in prisons or those who are devalued and persecuted because of their sexual orientation.

Those of us who are capable to discern, are nauseated by the hypocrisy of focusing all ones concern on one demographic and dismissing the rest. The incongruity in the levels of concern would be laughable if it wasn’t so insulting to so many in society. It wouldn’t matter so much if it wasn’t harboring such a level of inconsistency in the value that we put on human life.

It is not productive to think in terms as a liberal or a conservative. That is a label that factions put on others to negate their point of view. That is a tactic that power uses to control the temperature of a society. Once you label someone something that you find distasteful, then their point of view is rendered invalid. It doesn’t matter if the label is liberal, gay, criminal, “nuts’, illegal alien, minority, deviant, Muslim or radical. Radical is a great word to use these days to dismiss the views of others. But to do so, dilutes its effectiveness in conveying the severity of what true radicals are.

These are all ploys of those who want to corral the masses for easy control. They will pump billions of dollars into political races and pump billions of dollars into an issue to flood the airwaves with their position. Hire pretty shiny people who look like the voice of authority to spout the indignation about a cause until the issue is so blurred and those who in all sincerity cant discern their own truth, believe it. That is was those who wish to control the masses do.

The truth is, many more of us are able to come to truth in our own hearts. We no longer are capable of being force-fed the lies of those in power any more. We are so saturated with the injustices that have kept the ruling class in power all through history that we are awakening in this lifetime to finally find our voice and say, “ENOUGH! Everyone matters. Not just the Lords of the castle, but Everyone!” That is the stance that many have taken and for that we are minimized by being labeled a liberal or a tree hugger or a hippie. These are all different ways to say, that, your views as an individual, don’t matter!”

Ever since I was a child, I have seen scenarios of my past lives. I was sitting in seventh grade social studies class when a lifetime of living in an overcrowded ditch in India flooded through to me. I was there yet I was in my class at school. I smelled the smells, heard the sounds and felt the hunger of that suffering self. I was there and well as here. It was not an opinion, or drug induced delusion. It was a memory relived in clarity.

When I was seventeen I awoke from the trauma of being murdered by my husband of the time out of the blue.. He came home angry while I was washing dishes. I tried to run away into the barn but he grabbed the ax from the stump outside the house and I felt the blow take me down from behind and I fell. Next thing I knew I was floating over a peaceful river and was out of that scenario. I witnessed my own crossing.

When I was in utero, I have the conscious memory of focusing all my energy on creating my new body. But I was also processing my mothers dread and disdain for being pregnant for the tenth time. There was no love for me. All the time I was trying to gestate, she was working her mind in how to miscarriage, to destroy me. She repeatedly cursed me the night of my birth telling everyone in a drunk stupor that she hated me while refusing to go to the hospital by hanging onto the door frame to prevent them from taking her.
To this day, I have a flat shelf on the back of the head where I laid up against the headboard of the crib for so long, untouched and un-held that my head grew flat in that position.

I wished I could have been not born to these parents or given to a family that could have loved me. To end a life of suffering before it began would have been the humane thing to do for me. But my father would run to confession every time he pulled out because to waste your seed was a sin in those days. I never had a chance of getting out. Not even with my mothers strong desire to be rid of me did I have a chance. That was always between us. When she was diagnosed with her final illness many years later, she made peace with me. She took the time as part of her resolve to try to convince me that she did love me. She told me it was not possible to not love your child. So she loved me by default. The words hit a numb wall. They were unfathomable. I only wish that I didn’t need so much convincing. To this day, I don’t believe they stuck.

The craving for love has been so deep and so relentless that it has carved me into the person I am. Some may argue that that is a good thing. But it has also given me the unique vantage point of being a voice for the baby that is forced to be born to a family that hates her and has contempt for her very existence. To this day, no matter what I do, that reality has forged me and perhaps distorted my ability to adapt. It is a devastating reality to force onto the multitudes simply to satiate the morality of those with a louder voice.

The abortion issue is not about morality, or even compassion. It is bred out of the controlling factions wanting to keep the numbers high, of people who look, think and worship the way that they prefer. They scare uninformed demographics that their way of life will be destroyed. Since that is a primal fear, it is relatively easy to do. It is a hand played all too often.Those in fear are less apt to think and more apt to react and that is just how those in power want it to be. That is why they buy up airtime to promote their issues in the guise of viable news.

It is very subtle. It is so subtle that those who don’t split apart words so acutely will miss it. I hear a reporter administer her story on a network nightly news show and call the president mister Obama. It was a very subtle insult to him not to call him by his earned title of respect; President Obama. She did this repeatedly, almost as if she was directed to do so.

Another splitting of hairs that is done is in verbiage to hide an issue in plain sight. They repeatedly spout the many studies that say that inoculations don’t cause autism. I have listened to them say this over and over when families have evidence of the opposite. But people aren’t listening intently enough. It is TRUE that the inoculations off themselves do not cause autism. It is the base serum that they are administered in, that does. Never once have I heard on the news the findings that the base serum doesn’t contain the ingredients to activate autism in a child.

These are the things we have to discern for ourselves. There is no one to trust to deliver a higher truth to us. We have to discern for ourselves by tapping into our higher sense of reason. We will not find it on the news or totally coming out of the mouth of a politician. You wont even hear pure unadulterated truth coming out of the mouth of many people of God.

But there are only two opposing forces in the world these days; those who want to control man, and those who want to free soul. Before you vest all your heart and soul in a stance, just think about the consequences if you are possibly wrong. Make certain you are using your energies in the way that you intend. It comes down to one question; which do you choose; power or Love.

Once you choose love beyond all the need to control others, then you free up your essence to BE love. You will truly understand the plight of all souls and will no longer desire to infringe upon their sanctity of life, regardless of their outer circumstances.

Transcending Statues


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Many of us understand that the world is evolving into higher dimensions. We are actually in the fifth dimension now and not the third. The reason it feels the same is that individuals brought all of their engrams into the fifth dimension as a creature comfort.
Instead of the world being destroyed in cataclysm in 2012, when the Mayan calendar ended, those with higher consciousness, who were incarnated on earth agreed to assist those who were not ready to transcend, to upgrade. That is what we are seeing play out now.
Our engrams are our creature comforts. Our preferences from past lives, our personal likes and dislikes, and even the people and places we acclimate to. These are like our comfortable old slippers that we do not want to let go of. We no longer need them. They actually can interfere with us accepting ourselves as empowered, loving, awakened beings.
Becoming empowered, loving awakened beings is our destiny. It is inevitable that we all get there even if we do so kicking and screaming. Attachment to the statues of our past history is evidence of our lack of understanding of what is transpiring in the world. It shows a desperation to cling to the engrams of the past. These attachments to physical statues, outmoded group dynamics and bringing past scenarios and group dynamics into the present, is a futile ploy of preventing transcendence.
Yet transcendence is inevitable. War, hate, feeding different factions, and prejudice were all programmed into us as primal beings. But we are no longer operating at a primal level. It is time for us to remove from our personal repertoire, the shackles that hold us to a lower state of consciousness. Apparently, the statues are a universal shackle to old engrams that is being removed. It is not a good or bad thing. It is just the way it is.
It is normal to resist growing to adulthood. That resistance is playing out in people’s aversion to transcend. It is as inevitable as becoming an adult. The statues, in the main scheme of things are like a man, packing away his toys from childhood. Sure he could keep them. As long as they don’t interfere with his natural emotional growth.
The statues may be interfering in people’s natural process to transcend. I am not taking a stance. I am merely attempting to comfort some who may not know how to feel on the issue. As always; the individual has the ability to choose.
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It is in silence that the Universe is ever speaking to us. When we talk or even think too much, we are denying ourselves the connection with custom designed truth. It is in silence that we will get our answers, realize our worth and get a sense of connection. It has been and will always be the means to overcoming our own limitations. In silence is nourishment for the soul.

Jen Ward