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Fractal Flame by Alienhippy

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By JJ Heller

Don’t let your eyes get used to darkness

The light is coming soon

Don’t let your heart get used to sadness

Put your hope in what is true


No matter how the wind may blow

It cannot shake the Son

Lay your sorrows on the ground

It’s time to come back home


When the future seems uncertain

Like the coming of a storm

Your loving Father carries His children

When they can’t walk anymore


No matter how the wind may blow

It cannot shake the Son

Lay your sorrows on the ground

It’s time to come back home


Oh, back home…


No matter how the wind may blow

It cannot shake the Son

Lay your sorrows on the ground

It’s time to come back home


Oh, back home…



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Fredrick the frog, image from Google


by Alienhippy

Fredrick the FROG sits on the shelf above my prayer chair

He has a few friends that sit at his side for his needs they really care

He contemplates peace and finding a way to fill his life with hope

He’s a funny old FROG, listening for God and finding new ways to cope


Too many times, he has been made to feel sad

As the seeds of fear have been planted

He hates feeling alone even when he’s at home

Love and acceptance, he’s always wanted


So he sits and he prays and hopes for better days

Filled with love and laughter and friends

He’s waiting on God that funny little FROG

As the tears help his fears to end


Fully.Rely.On.God my Mom used to say

You need to trust when you sit and pray

God loves you more than you’ll even know

Fully.Rely.On.God and you’ll spiritually grow


So I’m praying and crying and hating these fears

Planted and dripped in my brain over years

Not knowing the truth from these feelings I feel

It’s just “False Evidence Appearing Real”


Sometimes I have to get hit on the head

To realise my thoughts are misguided and led

A FROG falls off a shelf, God’s love He shares

Showing me just how much He cares


Ha ha…Bonk, on my head! YES… I was hit by a FROG

Spiritually knocking some sense in from God

I don’t have to listen to things that aren’t kind

Or to those who will plant seeds of doubt in my mind


GOD IS LOVE, and His love builds me up

I’m facing my fears and drinking this cup

Listening to negative is not good for my health

A friend is a gift I can give to myself



“A friend is a gift you give yourself.”

~Robert Louis Stevenson

“Friends are the family we choose for ourselves.”

~Edna Buchanan

“Friends are God’s way of apologizing for your family.”
~ Dr Wayne W. Dyer, The Power of Intention:


What goes HA HA BONK…???

An Alienhippy laughing her head off! ….LMHO (I find it funny…hehehe)


An old video from my childhood to go with my poem


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Butterfly Breeze

image from Google

Butterfly Breeze (free flow poetry)

by Alienhippy

Colour drawn spiralling

Twisting into no thoughts

Twirling and spinning into pretty

NOTHINGNESS… just peace


A relaxed mind of

Butterfly dreams

And faraway places

That only my spirit can reach


Don’t go away imagination

Please don’t leave me

Take me with you

To your happy place


Where Butterflies kiss sweetly

And hurt does not exist

Where colour and sound

Replace words and confusion


Take me away on your spectral wings

Carry me on your gentle breath

So I can be free, lost in a place of magical beauty

Where dreams are reality, and tears have no pain

Free flow thoughts while “Listening through the Loops”


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“People like me!”

People like me, I know you’re out there!

by Alienhippy

The vulnerability of people like me

Sucked into a cult, depressed not my fault

Naive power trip on a magical roundabout

They chewed up my faith and spat me out


The sensitivity of people like me

Alone in the wilderness, head in a mess

Scars so deep I turn to agnosticism

Lost inside my spiritually confused prison


The reality of people like me

To God I will turn, listen, grow, learn

Each day is a lesson in a classroom of strife

I’m earning my degree in the university of life


The spirituality of people like me

Professors of reality, no educational degree

Wisdom given from the Lord above

Taught by the cross and the spirit of love


The humility of people like me

Not wanting attention, choosing not to mention

The spirit churning inside my being

Prophetic insight, theologically freeing


The insanity of people like me

Not wanting to fit, in this world full of shit

Desiring more than materialistic surface conversation

From people obsessed with their own self gratification


  • We can trust – in our vulnerability
  • We can see – in our sensitivity
  • We can be grounded – in our reality
  • We hear God – in our spirituality
  • We can accept – in our humility
  • We can imagine more – in our insanity

– John 16:33

In this world you will have trouble but take heart I have overcome the world

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Only “Alien” on the outside!

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I have come to partake of your planet. It is the most wonderful, ponderous and splendid of all that are created. I’m hoping to spend around 80 years here, my journey through could be longer or shorter, I really don’t know. I have been given everything I need to survive my time here, until moving on.

My first accommodation I found to be the most hospitable, although other Alien’s may disagree. I didn’t have to breathe pollution of any sort from anywhere. I was welcome, accepted and wanted. I just felt warm and surrounded and spent my time listening to the constant beat of a mother’s heart. She was a young vessel only 19 of your earth years had passed for her, still a child really. Then she became my teacher/provider and I SO needed her in my helpless/defenceless state. She nurtured me well and always protected.

Although I have been created to look, speak, and be like you in every way, there are parts of me that are constantly confused by this world’s ways. I’m probably more than halfway through my time here now, I’m only just realising what complex creations we are. But also how beautifully unique and perfectly made each and every one of us is. How precious we can all choose to be!

Most of my time here so far has been spent observing and imitating personalities and characteristics. Desperately trying not to give away my Alien nature. My makeup is that little bit different, it’s even been given some names by some of your clever folk here. I come under a HUGE spectrum that is now called ASD.

In the first 40 years of my journey I had no real understanding that this ASD was hidden in my being. I only know me and my ways so I just believed that I would always be an observer. That I would be constantly looking in at all the beautiful things you all get to enjoy through each other. I never felt invited to come play, laugh, feel, relax and be a friend as myself. So I wore a mask and always knew I was a fake.

True friendship is so important, there is so much we can give to one another and so much for our hearts to learn. The creator came and walked here on this planet, he chose 12 friends. He shared with them who He was and expressed His deepest thoughts and feelings. Together they walked, talked, ate, drank, sang, laughed, wept and prayed.

That deep inner need to be close and connected has been put in me too. We are all creations of the creator and made in His likeness. Something stops me though, it’s like a pollution I carry from the ways of this world. Fear and pain have caused me to cocoon myself in the hard shell of my own safe little cell.

Recently though things have changed, your basic primitive earth technology has given me a way to express. To be close and connected with those who accept my ways and also those who are like me in their ways. This has made my existence here much happier than I can remember. It has also brought about personal understanding, growth and tears. But tears are good they are needed, without them we are emotionally switched off and unable to give from the heart.

All of the things I have wanted to express, that some have mocked me for, are now not seen as foolish. The one thing missing is touch, something I have shied away from but now understand. Even so these connections are on my heart every day and are a light and beacon of hope.

So in my imaginary day today, and imaginary days for Aliens are AMAZING, I will take my offspring to a beautiful beach where they can play with other Aliens. Maybe collect seashells in a bucket while I chat. Then later we will all go to a tea-party with the closest of friends where we will be able to play, laugh, talk and sing feeling relaxed in those precious moments. My protective cell will not be required because who I am is welcome, accepted and wanted, I have learnt to trust.

My NEW accommodation that has been received is a palace for a princess and it is being renewed internally day by day. Over my next 40 years (God willing) I will learn to listen and navigate this vessel always keeping communication open with the Father of all.

2 Corinthians 4:1-18 (Treasures in Jars of Clay)


16 Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.


If you are easily offended by bad language, sexual scenes or self harming


 This video is added for me personally as it is REAL and speaks to me.

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When I’m cleaning windows!

When I’m cleaning windows!

by Alienhippy

I was silly I sacked my window cleaner, but he never wiped down my window sills

And he broke my guttering with his ladder, I would reluctantly pay off his bills

So now, when I’M cleaning windows, my thoughts and my loops I record

Because sometimes the ideas I have, I believe might have come from the Lord


Today I had an idea and I’ve put this one straight into action

I spoke to my family about it, then held my breath awaited reaction

I don’t want to live in a magazine, I want to live in a home

I once had my home like a centre spread, but inside I felt so alone


I cleaned and preened for wrong reasons, trying to stop myself feeling like trash

Not seeing a Princess in her castle, just Cinderella and covered in ash

I like my home clean and tidy, I like everything to have a place

But if my kids just mess it back up, I want my heart to give them some grace


I don’t want to rant and rave at them, because my perfect little cell is destroyed

But I’ve got to find a bloody balance, because at the moment I just get annoyed

I’ve been taking myself away from the mess, it’s all too distracting for my brain

I go off and hide in my bedroom, then I sit and rock in my pain


At the thought of all this stinkin housework, that needs to keep being redone

I did all the same jobs yesterday, come on kids, this REALLY ain’t NO fun

Your poor old Mom would rather be blogging, writing poems, painting, singing with my guitar

Not seeing ALL this junk around me, then going out just to be in my car


So I’ve decided to give you each a space, where you can keep all of your mess

And I will be keeping the conservatory, as my sanctuary, free from clutter and stress

Mr Locoman I’ve given you the caravan , as an office and chill out zone

That way the dining room is kept clear, from all the paperwork you keep bringing home


kids you can have the big telly, I don’t really need a large screen

I’m quite happy in my imagination, it’s SO nice living there in my daydreams

BUT…You each have a room of your own, with cupboards to keep your things in

If they keep making their way down the stairs…Charity Shop…eBay or there’s the bin.


So while I’m cleaning these windows, and writing my thoughts down in rhyme

We’re each in our own little bubble, and we’re all having such a great time

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Little Miss Eccentric

Little Miss Eccentric

by Alienhippy

Little Miss Eccentric

As you sit and play

Tell me all about the stars

And the Milky Way

(The Planet Nothing…CAL creation)

The Rocket Fuel you want to make

To get you way out there

Your kind heart and gentle ways

It really isn’t fair

How the kids treat you at school

Because you think a different way

You never break the rules

You never get your say

Little Miss eccentric

Just play your Violin

(CAL’s Violin)

Don’t you waste a tear on them

They’re ignorant and dim


This poem is written from a perspective of Asperger’s Syndrome (AS).

All people are individuals and this view may vary from another person’s view of the same Autistic Spectrum Disorder (ASD)

The autistic spectrum is called a spectrum because it is so enormous.


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Lover of Ashes (Fractal)


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Acceptance of self and of others

Recognition of who you are in time and space

Feeling humbled with a grateful heart

Giving thanks and praise to Jesus

your One True Constant

Be Still and KNOW!