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There Once was a Man from Peru
by Renee Michelle Wenker

There once was a man from Peru,
Who tripped on a lace from his shoe.
He didn't have a clue,
About what to do.
He sat down and burst, "Sacre Bleu!"

Amid a sight that was seen by so few,
His eyes drank in the view.
His lips made a moue,
And as if right on cue,
Light dawned, and he suddenly knew!

Down the mountain, went Peppy Mareau,
Wandering the tropical milieu.
He had purpose anew,
And without further ado,
Went home to his wife in Bijou.

The following statements, achievements, education, research, publications, theoretical proposals and so on, are what I claim to be the best and most appropriate “credentials” to support my qualifications. I officially call this very unique but profoundly complex summary of the highest purity, Truths, enlightenment, wisdom, awareness, acquired knowledge and insightful vast knowledge-base of all data (info) to date “my epistemology.”

I chose to list my credentials to offer the reader a quick snapshot of the whole of who I am and how I am uniquely qualified in a well rounded and balanced being of high awareness and enlightenment. It is the body of my entire rarest and very unique epistemology.

I am a very experienced, self-taught, academically trained, widely curious (which came with with a voracious thirst for FINDING THE TRUEST and most historically documented and least untampered version that satisfied my strict requirements as a pure and reputable source. I was born with an ability to “receive information” by merely pondering the issue, or actively pursued more and more and more information until it and the tangents incomplete without the additional information.

The MOST crucial quality that made me a global data storage array and massive relational database was the fact that I became aware that I was not just VERY different in how I perceived events, but I was vastly advanced in scope and level of TRUTHS I was shocked at how few people in the WORLD were even potentially CAPABLE of perceiving the way evolved state of intellectual and highest purity of a concept, a fact, of belief system, with a tireless observer of patterns that stuck out, either identifying a absolute or revealing a very well hidden deception.

I have many sinful traits and weaknesses, and I am not claiming to BE superior to others. I am simply not afraid of those who will diabolically attack ME, when they meant to attack my position on an issue. I have issues taming my proclivity towards arrogance and am ashamed of it, and pray daily for Divine guidance to cleanse me of this evil influence.

Everything I post on this site, and many others are checked and rechecked for false research references, clarity, factual sound information and as best as I can assure myself as well as my readers, it’s purity of Truth.

The following statements, achievements, education, research, publications, theoretical proposals and so on, are what I claim to be the best and most appropriate “credentials” to support my qualifications. I officially call this very unique but profoundly complex summary of the highest purity, Truths, enlightenment, wisdom, awareness, acquired knowledge and insightful vast knowledge-base of all data (info) to date “my epistemology.”

I chose to list my credentials to offer the reader a quick snapshot of the whole of who I am and how I am uniquely qualified in a well rounded and balanced being of high awareness and enlightenment. It is the body of my entire rarest and very unique epistemology.

I am a very experienced, self-taught, academically trained, widely curious (which came with with a voracious thirst for FINDING THE TRUEST and most historically documented and least untampered version that satisfied my strict requirements as a pure and reputable source. I was born with an ability to “receive information” by merely pondering the issue, or actively pursued more and more and more information until it and the tangents incomplete without the additional information.

The MOST crucial quality that made me a global data storage array and massive relational database was the fact that I became aware that I was not just VERY different in how I perceived events, but I was vastly advanced in scope and level of TRUTHS I was shocked at how few people in the WORLD were even potentially CAPABLE of perceiving the way evolved state of intellectual and highest purity of a concept, a fact, of belief system, with a tireless observer of patterns that stuck out, either identifying a absolute or revealing a very well hidden deception.

I have many sinful traits and weaknesses, and I am not claiming to BE superior to others. I am simply not afraid of those who will diabolically attack ME, when they meant to attack my position on an issue. I have issues taming my proclivity towards arrogance and am ashamed of it, and pray daily for Divine guidance to cleanse me of this evil influence.

Everything I post on this site, and many others are checked and rechecked for false research references, clarity, factual sound information and as best as I can assure myself as well as my readers, it’s purity of Truth.

I Am Not the Ego
By Renee Michelle Wenker, 1/6/2020

Recent thoughts and insights I’ve had regarding the goal to “Know Thyself” and the questions that resulted. rmw, 1/6/20

I keep thinking that I KNOW I’m not the ego identity, that I’m actually the soul and “owner” of the human body I currently exist in.

Despite believing that I KNOW (not believe) I am the observant passenger of my earthly vehicle, and independent from the brain mind, I persist failing to manifest this higher awareness into the ego’s perceived experience. How and why is this happening?

You were RIGHT on the nail when you said I analyze WAY TOO MUCH. I finally SAW this, through a mental assignment (I AM attempting to make a solid habit). The assignment, yesterday, was to ponder on what I know I am NOT...as a test to see if looking at everything beyond the ego (what I am NOT) would help awaken my perception to BEING who I really am.

And in the process, I started writing some notes, questions... and at some instant during this “pondering loop,” I recognized that all I was doing was the same thing...thinking, trying to learn, seeking methods of different schools of thought -philosophy, religion, science. And in my mind flashed on an image of the text you sent, stating that my problem is I THINK (analyze) obsessively.

You didn’t elaborate, so I ended up THINKING what you meant by that...because I take serious heed of ALL statements you make on things of this nature. And the mental sight of your statement at once synthesized with the dawning insight I was having.

Interestingly enough, THAT perception started evolving into new areas and this was the result (so far):

I am not the ego.
Because I exist beyond it.
When the body dies, the ego ceases to exist.
But I still exist. Way before this ego identity, AND will again, through many more births;
Through many more ego identities.

I KNOW this as Truth. When I am in the body,
Bonded to the ego, encumbered by it’s singular function to serve the Id’s desires, I must exercise my Will to be ever conscious of my independence, and exercise discipline over the temptations the ego indulgently lives.

We were warned about earthly temptations.
We KNOW the soul’s purpose.
The Christ spoke it openly and clearly.
The Earth is ours to Rule, be “Master” of.
First, thou must overcome ALL selfishness.
Thus, we must overcome the ego.

Overall Summary:
What AM I, if not the ego identity of a body?
What AM I when not incarnate in flesh?
How do I exist in my true form?

 I AM MIND; I PERCEIVE.
 I AM Sentient Self-Awareness.

I am an image of the Creator, The Holy Trinity.
The Creator is the purest configuration three vibrational energies (elements) in perfect harmony with each other.

The Holy Trinity is a unique configuration of:
 What Mind desires (The Father)
 Activity to manifest the desire (The Son)
 The Will, exercised (The Holy Spirit)

God said, “I AM that I AM.”
Translation: I am that which: Mind chooses to desire, manifests via Mental Activity (focused attention), and the Divine authority of the Holy Spirit.

Thus, regardless of the various forms that Mind exists in (the physical mind of a human being, the dream world of subconscious body-mind, or in our natural state, in the sphere of ether, without form or mass.

Next, my goal (desire) is to exercise (action) repetitively, calming the mind of the ego’s thought processing, clearing the mind of EVERYTHING...EXCEPT conscious awareness of it’s True Self while bathed in the purest white light imaginable, in concert with constant vigilance of breathing (meant to strengthen Will and self-discipline.)

I’m willfully trying to prevent ideation of the potentialities beyond accomplishing the current goal.

As I prepare to wrap up this “written event log,” I find myself curious about what might others who reads this (and other logs I post publicly) think or feel about it, and it’s insinuations, concepts, perspectives, etc.

Curiosity indulged in this would not be wise. Whatever one gets from reading my personal journeys into esoteric, metaphysical realms of thought is their choice and theirs, alone.

Until next time,
Renee Wenker

THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS
By Renee Michelle Wenker

Christmas time uplifts my spirit,
The height of every year.
For me, God’s love, I inherit,
A respite from despair.

His sacrifice has spanned across
Two hundred centuries.
How great must be God’s love for us.
I’m humbly on my knees.

I know that Jesus never strays,
For He abides within.
When all the world unites in praise,
Such love can transcend sin.

You are not forgotten, Lord.
Your life was not in vain.
In heart and soul, You are adored.
In time, with You, we’ll reign.

Poncho (Non-Villa)
by Renee Michelle Wenker

Poncho was born in La Jolla.
A town quite FAR from Valhalla.
Indeed, he was born
Alas, we all mourn,
Because his last name was DeLlama.

Poncho DeLlama was such a nice guy.
Although he was a bit on the sly.
How could one blame him,
With that name he was given?
He became the town's best at Pan Fry.

Yes, Poncho was just a fry cook.
His potatoes and eggs never...um..."stook".
He could fry up a steak,
In the time it would take,
Emil to boast of his poached snook.

Poncho was quite a tall man,
Standing 6 foot and 5 hands.
The white hat on his head,
Often braised overhead,
Poor Poncho developed a crooked stance.

But that didn't matter to the folks,
That learned to love the tall, sly ol' Yoke.
He was one of a kind,
Yet of the same mind,
His only vice, an obsession with Diet Coke.

La Jolla was put on the map,
All due to this tall jolly sap,
Neighboring towns came to visit,
For they all felt such kismet,
For the Fry Cook in his pristine white cap.

THE LIGHT WITHIN
By Renée Michelle Wenker

When I was young, or rather, a child,
I wondered why God, in Heaven, would hide.
I loved to think of Him every day.
He filled my heart in every way.

I wanted to see Him and hear Him talk.
I wanted to touch Him, and with me, walk.
To Him, I conveyed this, in my prayer.
When it went unanswered, I felt it unfair.

The years went by, and with them, my love,
For the one in my heart, somewhere, up above.
Then suddenly, one day, my faith did diminish.
The talks that I had with Him came to a finish.

There were others things more important to see,
Than the One who never seemed to answer me.
To life, my feelings, I opened and poured,
The thoughts and love I once sent my Lord.

For a while, it seemed that life was such fun.
The excitement, adventure, was never quite done!
I reveled! I laughed! I cried and I sang.
I danced and I played! Life was a Big Bang!!

And yet, there was....and echo inside.
A hollow emptiness, where God does abide.
I began to think of Him, and then I.....
Felt so alone, I wanted to cry!

I'd ignored my God. Resisted the Truth.
Abolished my faith, for the sake of my youth.
How could I claim to be so religious??
I'd renounced my Lord, in a way that was vicious.

I couldn't seem to forgive myself.
A sin, I committed, for material wealth.
In the mirror, I looked and tried to see,
The lack of what I'd used to be.

The light was gone from my eyes.
The mirror reflected my living lies.
The shame I felt cut me in half.
I'd driven myself from God's loving path.

It took many years to set it aright.
To mend my soul; renew that light.
To people, I turned, to help them grow,
The seeds I'd planted, I let patiently sow.

It was not easy, or without trials.
The journey for me, a million miles!
I forgave myself, and God did, too.
For He never forgets either me, or you.

Let this be a lesson to all:
God does answer every call.
We look for Him in our own way.
And thus, we miss His reparté.

Look inside...way down deep.
To where our Lord answers keep.
Like in the smile of a stranger we pass;
The smell of the flowers, the green of the grass.

To be rich and pretty, famous and smart.
These are the things that turned black my heart.
There's nothing as precious as what is within.
To value it less is a tragic sin.

So open the door, and let Him rejoice!
And you'll feel the rewards of a beautiful choice.
Go now in peace and remember this poem.
Love always God, within your own home.

My Compassion for All People
By Renée Michelle Wenker

I was born with a precious gift.
My soul's greatest desire is to uplift.
When I was of age to start school,
I learned that people could be so cruel.

I simply could not comprehend,
Peoples nature to condescend.
We all became from one Mind.
So how can people be so unkind?

Every single person with life,
Can choose to live free of strife.
All that we call our misery,
Results from our disharmony.

God, by whatever name be known,
Desires most that we return home.
First, we must challenge what we believe.
Guard every thought; don't be so naive.

Since the beginning, we all believe
That our sins are the cause of all we grieve.
But this is so grossly misconceived.
Seek the Truth, be at once relieved.

I dare all my fellow kind,
Fear not being socially maligned.
Using Free Will to seek out the Truth,
I warn you now, will cause much reproof.

Keep always in mind a righteous ideal.
The reward is such joy, humbly, you'll kneel.
From the depths of your enlightened soul,
Divine harmony, at-one-ness, finally whole.

I tell all living, for those who have ears,
Act always in kindness; let go of your fears.
Compassionately, God devolved to be with us.
Hoping to save those He finds precious.

But all He could do is show us the way.
Our choice is to follow, or wander astray.
Let go of judgment, or suffer, in true,
What you see in all others reveals the real you.

When we have fully come into the Light,
We become capable of only doing right.
For the Truth reveals that we are all One.
From then on, only harmony is Willfully spun.

Know Thyself
by Renée Michelle Wenker

We Live in Fear.
But it is fear,
That gave us life.

We are alive,
Because we fear.
What happens...
If we live without fear?

THAT
Is what we fear.

~Death~

Hell is our domain.
Chosen, such sorrow;
For it is death
That sets us free.

Fear not.
"Know thyself."
We are the Light.
Eternally.

The Reflection in the Mirror
By Renee Michelle Wenker


If the world is but a mirror,
Its purpose to reflect;
Then who I am, simply put,
Is all that I project.

If what I experience,
Is based on stimuli;
Sight, taste, sound, smell,
And touch explains, �Who am I?�

This all defines not my Self.
For Self is pure Harmony.
But ego, a Master of Illusion,
Our senses are the Enemy!

What does this mean, to you and me?
The wise know, by what we call �E.S.P.�
The world is known by five senses.
But we know more, you see?

The �Scientific Era�,
In which we live, currently;
Is a challenge to overcome,
Who is qualified to define �reality?�

All that Science holds as fact,
Is true enough, I would agree.
But science overlooks ONE fact:
It cannot see beyond materiality.

Beyond Science, beyond knowledge,
Beyond all known history�
Is the Light from which we came,
And our Divine destiny.

Let�s Make a Deal
By Ren�e Michelle Wenker

I promise if you hear me out,
And set aside your weary doubt,
You might agree to my appeal,
And decide it is a worthy deal.

I really need to get things done.
This mess is making me high-strung.
Since tomorrow, you�ll be on the job,
You won�t be home to hear me sob.

So here it is, my desperate plan:
Tonight, I�ll do all I can.
If you let me have tomorrow�s dose,
Of rits, this house will look much less gross.

With principled sincerity,
I promise not a word from me,
Of complaint or sullen misery.
I�ll endure tomorrow gracefully.

If you say no, I�ll understand.
I�ll make no further woeful demand.
If you say yes, then bless your soul.
I�ll do my best to meet my goal.

INSPIRATION
By Ren�e Michelle Wenker

As I sit here, and wonder what to do,
The clock ticks silently. It's nothing new.
The days go by, always the same.
Life seems just a boring game.

I wake, get coffee...sit at the table.
There�s naught to do, of which I am able.
No jobs on the market, to pay bills and play.
Just my imagination. I won't let it decay.

The mind is a wonder, I often reflect,
On times gone by, and what I neglect.
The people today, "no wonder!� are dead.
The fighting inside, losing one's head.

Life shouldn't be something we grudge.
Remember the times are moms' made us fudge?
Why don't we all just sit back and laugh?
That special feeling cuts troubles in half!

"What to laugh at?" you ask. Well, let me ROAR,
"Life's big problems can open a door!"
Simply go through, and close behind...
The tragedies you felt brought life to a grind.

Look back and say, "I'm glad that's all through."
And rejoice in the fact that you are still you.
It may have caused you much pain and much tears.
But much joy is waiting ahead in your years.

It's all up to you to make life fun.
ALL great problems melt under the sun.
So what if nothing's going your way??
Find a new road, make yours a new day!

I'm ready to look at this day once more,
And see the possibilities in its store.
I'll take note, and smile at silly, simple things.
I'll find the joys this other life brings!

Dismally Discombobulated�
by Ren�e Michelle Wenker

As I find myself in distrait,
It is time to expiate -
Since I cannot gesticulate,
This poem will surely obfuscate.
Therefore, I shall not equivocate.
My thoughts, instead, I perorate.
In a manner, I asseverate.

I am, you know, quite sedulous.
This, challenged, when I feel tenebrous.
And though, these moods are fugacious,
And affect my being loquacious,
I manage to be assiduous,
And hopefully, efficacious,
In my desire to be gregarious.

With fervid plenipotentiary
Myself, expressed with celerity,
Alas, to avoid skullduggery,
Or be thought of, in a manner, desultory,
This poem shall end with alacrity.
Perchance, I shall thus risk gallimaufry.
Though, its purpose served, most definitely.

A Love for All Seasons�
By Ren�e Michelle Wenker

Spring is the season where new life begins.
From cold death, vibrant energy now sings.
Trees, flowers, even the angle of sun�s rays
Commune joyfully, in unity, throughout spring�s days.

Summer follows, no less divine.
Its magic rejoices life�s fresh design.
Humanity experienced at its best,
As people live lives with hopeful zest.

Autumn commences, life winding down.
Reaping the Harvest of what had been sewn.
Vibrant colors abound, as the last cycle nears.
A natural testament; a sublime chorus of cheers.

Winter brings rest, the final stage,
It�s not the end. Death brings a new age.
Just around the corner, life simply reruns.
Hence, the delight, A Love for All Seasons.

WANDERLUST�
By Ren�e Michelle Wenker

I yearn for the free ....call of the air,
Whipping about me, without a care.
I yearn for the sand beneath my feet.
Soft and hot, the color of wheat.

I yearn for the sight of the ocean blue.
Gently swaying, and calling me, too.
I yearn for the smell of exotic greens.
The memory is left...only in dreams.

I yearn for the ancient rhythm of bands,
Experienced only in tropical lands.
I yearn for the wildness of sudden rains,
And the taste of sticky sweet sugar canes.

I yearn for the native creatures of places,
On islands free of corrupted races.
I yearn for the innocence of an island lost.
Time gone by and away. It has dearly cost.

I yearn to go back and start life again.
And experience the glory....but how? And when?
I yearn for the peace to come to my soul.
Until I return, I'll never be whole.

This dreary white winter land.
So cold, so bleak. There is no warm sand.
Icicles hanging from my flat.
The world, obscured, beneath my hat.

The trees are bare, the flowers gone.
Windows are locked. I stifle a yawn.
I look around my heated house.
The warmth does little beneath my blouse.

I let my mind wander again,
To a place I left before I was ten.
It's been twenty and more, since I saw it last.
The knowledge hurts, that it's all in the past.

I've tried everything I can to be there once more.
My failure has struck....straight to the core.
A visit would suit me not at all. No, NEVER!
I want to be there, forever and ever.

There is always the chance that my dreams will come true.
It must, I say! I can't feel much more blue!
Until then, my mind will constantly roam,
To the tropical paradise I once called "home."

I don't just paint and draw, but I write, and make jewelry and pursue many creative endeavors. One of my favorite pasttimes is writing poetry. It's a soothing balm most times, and often just the result of spontaneous thoughts I desired to express in poetry. So, for each poem, I will have to create a new blog, with it's title.