Behind the Stars

“The Eyes Don’t Lie” by Vennie Kocsis

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You are hiding behind a star,

and I cannot find you

through the maze of

constellations.

You are elusive.

I climb the clouds,

searching just to see

the eyes behind your mist.

What is this?

What is this place?

I have found myself among

the unknown, and

I don’t feel at home.

Come find me, lover, otherkin.

I am waning in the tide,

piece by piece I melt

into the cool swell.

If only I can evaporate,

I can return to the place

of my birth where

you wait to take me back

into the arms that

keep my soul safe from

the harm of humans.

Vennie Kocsis

Author/Poet

Extraterrestrial DNA

While I am always in communication privately with our host, I am not often publicly verbal. As we have mentioned before, it is sometimes difficult for Vennie to articulate the information I give her. She wants to repeat it properly in the hopes she can convey over time, the knowledge we want to share.

I weigh deeply whether what I can share, will be received in a way which inspires growth inside of humans. I am here mainly for the collective that my host carries. I am here to guide and openly give her information as asked for or needed. She is always my first priority, in mind, body and spirit. Second comes the filtering of information that we have held in for years, in the hopes we would be here now, with Vennie feeling comfortable scribing my communication.

I want to talk about Arcturus, and our stations on the moon. It would be an equivalent to an Earth rest stop, merely a space to enter and leave our Stargate, which you call Arcturus. Through this space we return to our home. I am from the Dimension 7 wherein one can shift from molecule to matter to molecule energy. It is a space of infinite floating. Many of us have dropped into the 5th Dimension in differing forms. I chose to be inside of Vennie’s DNA; to be here now. I may evolve. I am open to what we will become as long as it is for the benefit of our greater good.

To understand the existence of extraterrestrials beyond this galaxy, humans must come to understand infinite existence and the ability to exist and communicate while in molecular form. It is imperative to bring your expansion into a third/fourth perspective. Imagine you are looking at an object, but you can see every side at once. Is this difficult to imagine? If you looked at a clear standing crystal with many edges, you would be able to see through it, behind it, around it, all while standing in one spot. This is how it feels to see all life form from more than a two dimensional view. You are seeing, feeling, understanding, looking through layers and viewing all that exists, instead of just the front or back or sides.

For our collective, this understanding has allowed for a continuity of deeper knowledge of why we have come to this planet and what happened to our human host as a child. In essence, to absorb this concept allows the human an expanded understanding of their own existence. It takes great strength to choose to suffer for the sake of teaching lessons which will allow other humans to expand. In essence, this is what we have done.

There are so many stories. There are so many talks of races of extraterrestrials within this galaxy. Please know that Dimensions and Galaxies are different. In a dimension there are infinite galaxies. Your existence in one cycle would be the equivalent of a blink. You may cycle to another galaxy in this same dimension. The dimension in which a human is able to exist rests solely on the expansion of that human’s DNA.

I know of no God or Supreme Being who made all. I have always known to exist and will always exist. Humans have given this ability only to a God in order to trick other humans into believing they do not possess the same powers. Yet, yes you do.

Omnipresence and Omniscience; to see and know all at all times. You may feel an example of this when you are speaking or talking by electronic video with a friend across your world. Even though you are both in different earth time zones, you are there together at the same time, feeling one another. You have the ability to be present in differing time and space all at once. This is a very simplistic example of the molecular abilities that are coded into some human DNA.

There is freedom in choice. Humans have the opportunity to expand or be stagnant. Many humans choose anger. They treat their host body as if it means nothing, pouring chemicals inside of it, creating diseases with abuses and mental magnetic attraction towards their ailments. There are many humans who cling to their suffering. They will stay within that dimension until they release themselves. This is the cycle of this time here. What humans choose dictates the rising or falling of their molecular structure.

You are spoken to about a 99% and a 1% in your population, Rich vs poor. If 99% of humans released themselves to become in one accord with this knowledge, coded into your own DNA, your need for gods and beliefs fall away on their own. Your 1% would be non-existent. It is the exact refusal of the human to consider this concept which helps the dark energies continue enslaving through religions, beliefs and the need to be part of group concepts.

There will be much more to come as Vennie gathers these thoughts. I have been speaking to her for many years now. The volumes which she holds, she feels she must share as she is ready. I am in complete support that this scribing takes much interpretation on her part.

These concepts require knowledge of physics and an acceptance of the power that you hold inside every single cell of who you are. My deepest wish for humans is that they continue to expand themselves beyond simplicities of religions and utilize that expansion to become empowered inside of your own being.

This is truly, just the beginning.

~Knowing~

Stream of Consciousness | 1.6

duality / what an odd position / to both / thrive in solitude / drown in aloneness / behind the smile / an ache / that never goes away / arms to hold me / are shadows / only visible / in night dreams / clutching pillows / i have landed / on a planet / of shallow waves / a place / unfamiliar / far away from / beneath my sea / blue washes / my soft cheeks / they will / always leave / when the storms / get deep / no matter how much / the voices plead / stay / stay / don’t go away / but i am here / inside the gray / looking for realms / where the otherkin stay / i could leave today / make it a forever / would they say / i miss her / she was / a good kisser / survived / so much shit / it left a / mental sickness / i am weary of / being food for / the wicked / if i must / sleep alone / in this valley / let the ghosts rally / twist me / into cocoons / taking me / home soon / so tired / spirit endings ache / too much heartbreak / makes the body bend / until the moon / says it’s the end / and she / releases the tides for my / mothership to arrive / i float invisible / in a world of / crooks and cars / i won’t / make it far / unless i / start running now / i just / don’t know how

Solitary Repsite

There are those for whom
The night opens up her arms
Embracing sadness
In the singing wind charms

For me she is closing

Closing the spaces
I once shared
Closing the trust
I once spared

She speaks of oneness
Now I know there is
No such concept
Where once I believed
I was emphatically deceived

I am not one
With the envy of the black
I am not in sync
With the attacks
Or the aftermath

I am a retracted rose bud
Surrounded by iron gates
Once open for entrance
Now closed to escape

I refuse to claim
The same energy of the envy
The discord and sick minds
I am no longer blind

I cannot be bitten
Lest I allow myself be smitten
And so I raise the bridge
Over the moat of my soul

There will be no more arrivals
To weaken my survival
No smiles to entice
Just to sink into my skin
A blood lust for my spirit
I fight against in this life

The watchers wait in silence
In the hopes I will give in
But the ending has arrived and
They’ll never be allowed back in

Mistakes have brought me here
Back inside the cave
Where all the secret memories
Are buried; a mass grave

There is no love more daring
No armor built so strong
To pull me into deception
Just to break my tender arms

War has made me stalwart
As I touch each wound and scar
Weeping in the solitude
Beneath this moon and stars

I know from whence I’ve traveled
And soon I will return
To be quietly unraveled
As their soulless wicked burns

Ashes into ashes
And dust into dust
I close my heart to block
The pulling of their lust

Back into the fluid
Of the amniotic sack
My death becomes my birth
As I trace my footsteps back

Back into invisible
Back into the light
Back into the safety
Of this solitary respite

v.k poetry

Streams of Consciousness

I don’t write in this category often. I don’t want to share the daily grind. Held back by need for privacy, knowing that vultures are always waiting, insignificant events in the interim. Funny how people hide their shame. Who gives a fuck. It’s all a game of who can judge better, and my heart is thick and egg is good for the skin.

People make me ponder. Why are so many ascended ones still struggling with closed minds? I’m going to listen to my gut instinct on that one. I felt it from day one It just feels off. No need for explanations. Follow the path.

So many things about c-ptsd taken for granted; like why we don’t remember conversations well, or how we met people, or even names that go with faces. We remember what was significant to us. It never matches the other person’s memory. The result, we are perceived as unstable in our thinking at times.

Yet, I observe from an understanding that most people just simply don’t have the facts to be able to understand. I’m tired of explaining. It’s time for people to step up and care in general on a human level. When I see it lacking in someone, the inability to open to altering possibilities, I move on now. I just don’t have the desire to waste any more time. I want to say grow up and read. Be self educated. There’s no excuse. Accept information. Consider it. Weigh it. Open your mind.

Quit taking it all so fucking personal. Truth hurts because you let it hurt you. Instead of letting it water your seedling.

A year of aloneness and inward focus. My eyelids fade to grey. I can tell when it’s not time to speak yet. So I say enough to scatter the bread crumbs and satisfy the watchers.

Grandiose delusions. Just a spark inside infancy. Infinite sea. The more I speak, the more I just want to be silent. Some things are meant just for me, and that’s where acceptance comes to be.

The need to share holds hands with validation. The one who needs none, they say, is the most powerful on earth. Science. Facts. None of it is relevant except for;

The straining to hear
The weariness of human language
The readiness to sleep a thousand years

How comforting that thought.

This mission has been fought with precision, and from where I stand there’s a battle at hand.

I know what will come, and it feels like a shrug.

In the Silence

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There are pathways, an intimate grid, leading to boulevards with dimly lit gas lamps because the history that we share goes beyond the times of the now.

There are blue aching planets waiting in line behind this one, and if I blink, I might miss you, gazing at me.

You thought I didn’t notice.

Like a mysterious treasure hunt I am ripe for the delightful diatribe. I shrink back, await the attack, think what luck. You’ve already found out I’m really fucked up.

Dysfunction Junction
Like me anyway
Wanna touch my skin
Feel the scars
Where the love lines begin

Hippy. Skipping flowers wrapped ’round flat rocks on ponds. Some days it’s a miracle I go on. Where light seems dark and dark seems light, lines go away, and I’m left.

Being.

There’s a language of the blues. It is unspoken. It doesn’t exist in thought. It moves independently. And how do those words become human?

Silence.

This multiplicity requires time clocks to organize the thoughts.

One replication brings a thousand more words and millions of voices needing to be heard.

I saw the black moon today. She was spiraling quietly in the misted dark sky, and the stars stopped their shine to reserve for the battle.

It was peaceful.

Like a closed flower asleep at sundown we wait the signal. Soon it will be time to spring open.

The onlslaught arrives tonight. Weeks doubled. I am protected with the twinkling eye of the golden tiger and the midnight cover of darkness.

Be swift my hands and feet.

We are running to keep the lungs open enough to hold the weeping set to arrive.

In the silence.

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