BoJenn

  • May 16, 2016

    And Father Time By BoJenn And Father Time was not a man But a witch wearing a white gown She caused it to linger or forward But always in our nicks of time My Art Father Time Continue reading

  • Art

    What have you been working on? I’m in an art show this weekend and I’ve been working hard on getting set up in my space. My first art show. My Art Continue reading

  • The Seven Laws of My Living

    as remembered by BoJenn What principles define how you live? I. The Law of Truth Over Comfort I shall not worship the pleasant lie, nor bow to the dream that flatters. For truth, even when it burns, is the flame… Continue reading

  • The Shadows of Pisces: Humanity Between Ages

    By BoJenn The Shadows of Pisces: Humanity Between Ages The old age does not surrender quietly. Mike Johnson, Trump, and the MAGA current are not mere political figures — they are the embodied shadows of humanity’s past self. They are… Continue reading

  • Give Me Color — Life and Shadows

    By BoJenn Give Me Color — Life and Shadows Living within minimalist walls of sterile white— comfortably boring! The décor of control, the bland aesthetic of those afraid to feel. Give me instead the wild colors of the universal rainbow,… Continue reading

  • What is a Lazy Day?

    Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive? Today, I let the world move without me. Let the clocks argue with themselves. Let ambition run laps around the sky. It’s raining. Yes, I will take advantage of the weather… Continue reading

  • 🌑 Prophetic Reflection: “The Shadows of Pisces”

    By BoJenn The old age does not surrender easily. Mike Johnson, Trump, and the MAGA tide are the shadows of our species — the final murmur of the Piscean dream, where belief was stronger than truth, and power was mistaken… Continue reading

  • Elysia, my daughter, Of The Eternal Flame

    When you think of the word “successful,” who’s the first person that comes to mind and why? Elysia, Daughter of the Eternal Flame The Prophecy of Elysia In the twilight between eras, when the stars drift closer to listen, the… Continue reading

  • The Wallpaper of the Cosmos

    By BoJenn Humanity is just one intricate design on the wallpaper of being — destined to fade as time peels away the layers. The Wallpaper of the Cosmos We are just one of the designs on wallpaper that dissolves in… Continue reading

  • The Witch as Philosopher

    By BoJenn We are in the season of the witch and before your fears close this page, try to be stronger than your fears and forge through the post as you might learn something beneficial to you. 🪶  The Witch… Continue reading

  • The Seer and the Reptilian Age

    By BoJenn The Seer knows. By the tremors in the wind, by the murmurs of men in power, she feels the threads begin to weave— a web of design spun from deceit, rising above the noise of nations. She sees… Continue reading

  • I wrote this to a friend and I am removing her name.

    The Cost of Silence By BoJenn Author’s Note: In times like these, when truth feels buried under the weight of politics and pride, it’s hard to stay silent. As our government stalls and people struggle, words begin to pour out—not… Continue reading

  • Quietly Intelligent:

    What makes a good neighbor? Someone who understands solitude isn’t loneliness. They’d respect your need for peace, contemplation, and writing time, but also be sharp enough to have fascinating late-night porch conversations about consciousness, ancient lineages, or cosmic irony. He… Continue reading

  • Our Delusions

    Our Creations By BoJenn Death is the truth we refuse to quote, so we improvise with our delusions and dreams and call it living Some create fortunes, some create art, some lay on sidewalks asleep — each dreaming their own… Continue reading

  • Voice Recording

    What could you try for the first time? Voice recording or storytelling podcasting if my voice wasn’t so raspy The Apothecary Art Mine Entering into the magic Continue reading

  • Chronicle of the Fallen Court — Part IV: The Unveiling

    By BoJenn And lo — the seventh veil is lifted. The Court stands bare before the eyes of eternity. No crown, no creed, no counsel can hide them now. The weight of every false word gathers in the air, and… Continue reading

  • The Principles That Define My Living

    What principles define how you live? by BoJenn Truth Over Comfort I do not fear what I see. If the veil lifts and shows decay beneath beauty, I will still look — because truth is holy, and illusions rot the… Continue reading

  • Chronicle of the Fallen Court — Part III: The Book of Reckonings

    The Seer opens her book beneath a blood-tinted dawn. Its pages breathe, alive with the ink of fate. Each name glows faintly — not yet judged, but remembered. Time itself leans closer, eager to read what truth will reveal. Blonde’s… Continue reading

  • The Distraction of ____?

    What have you been putting off doing? Why? I should have been writing legends before sunrise, but the noise of the ordinary drowned out the muse. My Photo I would have been painting time itself, but the fear of failure… Continue reading

  • Fusion of Life

    By BoJenn 2017 Fusion of Life The source to travel through this edges of the universe and back The source that flames love and hate illuminates from stars above  The energy forms from fusion and ignited thoughts and whispers  It… Continue reading

  • Chronicle of the Fallen Court — Part II: The Unraveling of the Throne

    By BoJenn The veil begins to tear. Threads of false glory fall like dust in the morning light. Those who once stood proud beneath the banner of power now tremble beneath the weight of their own creation. Michael steps from… Continue reading

  • Chronicle of the Fallen Court — Part I: The Gathering Storm

    The old throne trembles. Its gold is tarnished, its banners frayed by deceit. Whispers ride the winds, carrying names once spoken with power, now heavy with consequence. Blonde stands in the mirror’s glare — unrepentant, unaware. Her reflection flickers, half… Continue reading

  • Mind Controls

    By BoJenn Between Sleep and Waking I was there again — in that fragile corridor between sleep and waking, where the world holds its breath. It’s not quite night, not quite morning — just that pulsing stillness, like a tide… Continue reading

  • Responsibility

    When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)? Feeling grown up, my first time? Probably when I took my first marriage vows — way too seriously. Apparently, I was the only one who thought… Continue reading

  • Beyond the Veil of Eyes

    By BoJenn I was to thank AI for filling in my historical gaps and lack of knowledge of ancient history Threads Beyond the Veil “In the Law of One, the Orion Group is described not as a single race but… Continue reading