Contents

Ten years Another Davis
Magical realism in reality
The battle
Multiverse
The Davis house
The Magical-Realistic Earth
Lion Hearts previous parts


Ten years Another Davis

Nine previous Lion Hearts blogs have been published. I haven’t followed a timeline in years, cross my heart and hope to die, but I realized a few months ago that Rob and I have a ten-year Another Davis anniversary on May 30, 2024, and this should not go unmentioned. After all, on May 30, 2014, he was found physically deceased behind his computer. As a result, he had left Groningen and, based on my findings, moved in with me in Another Davis. For convenience, I will omit the quotation marks around Another Davis in this blog. The perfection of the cosmos remains awe-inspiring, as Lion Hearts Part X, ten, now coincides with this ten-year milestone from 2014-2024.

May 30, 2014. And still May 29, 2014, in Davis, California. I felt it, even without knowing. An icy hand had gripped my heart. And then the knowing came too, when Jan Willem Nienhuys emailed me. J. Hennekam said that, in her view, Rob had not died on May 30 but on the evening of May 29, 2014, and that was Ascension Day. Despair set in, the search for Rob on the other side. Finding him too. The marriage with my ex, fraught from the start on January 6, 2005, was officially ended by the court on April 8, 2018, but I had been alone since the first half of 2017 when my ex suddenly left the house and immediately entered multiple relationships. I suspect that he mentally detached from me definitively on the day of Rob’s death. My ex is not clueless and likely sensed that it was over. It was certainly not clear to me in 2014. But Rob came and stayed. Looking back at who I was in May 2014, I can say that Rob might have been right when he mused aloud to me on June 12, 2012, “I certainly don’t think we are destined for each other or anything like that. I don’t think we have much in common and if we were close to each other, we might end up arguing within a day.” I was indeed far too immature (a late bloomer). Only after Rob’s death did we truly develop a good understanding. I see our failure before May 2014 primarily as my ‘fault’. For instance, I now feel much more relaxed about whether or not one ‘must’ be 100% vegan. I also understand that skeptics do not accept what they consider excuses from people who claim to have out-of-body or near-death experiences, about why they failed to provide evidence (such as reading normally invisible sequences of numbers placed high above the operating table, specifically set up to prove that consciousness can exist separately from the physical body). After all these years, the need to be right at all costs no longer interests me. What matters to me now is my love for Rob and our shared skeptical and relational interests, because yes, they were and are abundant. Only when he entered his new state of being did Rob acknowledge the depth of our connection and decided not to leave me alone. And should all this turn out to be different (which would give me infinite sorrow, which fortunately is not possible since existence would then be finite), the love I now feel from Rob remains the same. After his passing, Rob enveloped me in love and support, swathed me with endless patience and warmth, steering me away from a marriage that had completely derailed me. I finally began to see that a good relationship is supportive and can only succeed if both partners hold and propel each other with the greatest imaginable love.

Magical realism in reality

Another Davis began very early in the Lion Hearts blogs. Rob and I organically ended up there after his passing, but it was Rob himself who, from the very beginning of our contact, essentially introduced it. This began with his story and explanation of magical realism on February 25, 2006—the world in which all events almost magically align, everything has meaning and purpose, wondrous yet still real things happen, and nothing is coincidental. (See Lion Hearts III and Lion Hearts IV)

Rob Nanninga, February 25, 2006: “I can still remember one time in a dream where I saw the solution to a puzzle in an adventure game. That was quite handy because then I could finally continue with the game (the solutions were not available on the internet back then). I have also had a precognitive dream, which many might consider convincing evidence of precognition. I became somewhat superstitious for a while after that, but that gradually faded away. After that, I only entered into a sort of paranormal trance once. That was during a short vacation in Bruges where I attended a multi-day fairytale congress with two others. That week resembled a magical realist novel. A lot of surprising things happened and miraculous coincidences occurred that were all interconnected, as if nothing happened by chance. Just like in a good novel, I could detect foreshadowing, symbols, repetitions, reflections, parallels, leitmotifs, and double meanings everywhere. Although this was naturally due in large part to my own creativity, the events certainly lent themselves much better to such an analysis than usual, so much so that it also caught the attention of my travel companions. After I pointed out the common thread to them, they could follow it well.
It was during this visit to Bruges (a real fairytale city, but somewhat bourgeois) that I decided to write a critical book about parapsychology. I told this to an American first. Right after that, I went to the book fair in Frankfurt to buy some recent professional literature from the US, which at the time took months to arrive if you ordered it from a bookstore. Among other things, I bought the book “The Psychology of the Psychic.” It had a chapter on coincidences that appealed to me greatly. After that, I didn’t experience many meaningful coincidences anymore. Or did I? On the day I had my manuscript duplicated at the copy shop to send it to publishers, unexpectedly, the American showed up at my doorstep, whom I hadn’t spoken to since Bruges.”

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Rob was/is an extremely well-read person, and you could tell, in my opinion, from all his emails. Anyone who, like me, reads the relevant chapter will discover that the authors indeed provide very solid counterarguments regarding things considered ‘too coincidental to be chance.’ The explanation often lies in the fact that people only want to see the success stories and not all those other cases where things just went about their ordinary course without divine peculiarities. It remains Rob’s strength that he keeps things open, even in this email to me, as he ends with yet another very nice case of ‘improbably coincidental.’ Although I have few of these kinds of emails from him in which he discusses his own ‘paranormal’ experiences and things like magical realism, they provide a pleasant segue for me to establish a simple definition of magical realism in reality. I choose to fill this in, trusting that Rob and I are an entangled pair and are on the same page, with the term ‘synchronicities.’
In this blog, I want to introduce the ‘new’ value of magical realism for real life, not just as value in magical realist novels.
Magical realism as an existing value in reality is based on ‘very strong coincidence’ and synchronicities. Very strong coincidence refers to events that seem to coincide or happen in a remarkable way without a clear cause or connection. These could be situations where different events are interwoven in a surprising manner, or where something unexpected occurs at a moment that is particularly relevant or significant. It can also refer to events that seem extremely unlikely but still happen. Synchronicities are events that occur simultaneously in a meaningful way, without a clear causal connection, but are perceived by the individual as related or meaningful. With what I consider a good example of synchronicity, I begin this blog: At the moment of Rob’s passing, I officially knew nothing, but in exactly the same timeframe that Rob passed away, I was suddenly overwhelmed by a profoundly negative mood where everything seemed completely black and meaningless. “Very strong coincidence” and “synchronicities” have a strong overlap, with the difference being that synchronicities involve strong coincidences happening at the same or nearly the same moment in time.

A few examples of situations that can be considered “very strong coincidence”: I strike up a conversation with a complete stranger during one of my bike rides, and we discover that we were born on the same day, in the same year, and even in the same place.
Examples of synchronicities: You’re grappling with a particular problem, walk past the bookshelves in the library, and a book falls out that contains exactly the answers you need. Another example: You’re considering making an important decision and suddenly see a car with a license plate indicating something like “YES” or “GO AHEAD.” Rob Nanninga actually had a nice example for this in his book “Parariteiten,” but managed to ‘explain it away,’ and it speaks to his credit that he made a reservation expressed in the sentence: “In this case, it could be that…”


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These examples of magical realism illustrate how meaningful coincidences can occur, where events are mysteriously and seemingly unrelatedly connected. My idea about this ‘new’ scientific value (yes, I dare), is that it is increasingly happening, or rather, people are becoming aware of it, when they are alert and look up more for answers and beyond a linear concept of time. This brings the idea that we may live in a matrix into play as well.

I’ve now let AI assist me for a moment, and I must say: AI is very helpful in this case.

My question to AI was:

How are the idea of living in a matrix (simulation, life as a kind of game, hologram idea, etc.) and the phenomenon of synchronicities intricately intertwined, if they are at all?

AI was not shy in their response:

“The idea of living in a matrix (simulation, life as a kind of game, hologram, etc.) and the phenomenon of synchronicities can be intricately intertwined in the following ways:

  1. Control and Programming:
    • In a simulation or matrix theory, it’s assumed that reality is controlled and programmed by a higher intelligence or advanced technology. Synchronicities, also known as meaningful coincidences, can be seen in this context as programmed events deliberately embedded in the simulation script by this higher intelligence to facilitate specific experiences or insights.
  2. Meaningful Patterns:
    • In a simulated reality, the experiences and events of individuals could potentially be consciously designed to form certain patterns and meanings. Synchronicities can be interpreted as indicators of these patterns, reinforcing the illusion of deeper meaning and connectedness in life.
  3. Consciousness and Perception:
    • The hologram or simulation concept suggests that what we experience as physical reality is a projection perceived by our consciousness. Synchronicities can then be seen as moments when consciousness ‘notices’ certain connections or symbols within the simulation, making it seem as if these events are meaningfully linked.
  4. Information Exchange:
    • Within a matrix or simulation, information can be exchanged in ways that may not be possible in a ‘real’ physical world. Synchronicities could then be examples of unexpected information exchanges or ‘glitches’ in the simulation that stimulate awareness and growth.
  5. The Role of the Observer:
    • In both simulation hypotheses and synchronicities, the observer plays a crucial role. The idea that our perception influences reality aligns with quantum physics and the observer effects often associated with synchronicities. This may suggest that the matrix is influenced by what its inhabitants believe and perceive.
  6. Existential Questions:
    • Both concepts raise existential questions about the nature of reality and our existence within it. They suggest that there is more than what we perceive with our senses and that our experiences are part of a larger, perhaps intentional design. Synchronicities can be seen as clues that encourage us to look beyond surface reality.

This intertwining provides a framework for understanding synchronicities within the context of a simulated or holographic reality, where such experiences can be meaningful as ‘bugs’ or ‘features’ of the matrix that give us a glimpse of the underlying structure of our reality.” (As per AI)

AI suggests here, simplified in my own words, that our world might be the creation of a very high intelligence and that synchronicities are built-in game elements meant to help us delve deeper into our reality. And I asked another question to AI:

Do you think there could be a meaningful connection between the existence of synchronicities and the possible existence of a Multiverse?

Here too, AI was not shy to respond: “There could be a meaningful link between the existence of synchronicities and the possible existence of a Multiverse. Synchronicities are often seen as meaningful coincidences that defy logical explanations, suggesting that there is a deeper connection between events, beyond our usual understanding of cause and effect. The concept of a Multiverse, where multiple, perhaps infinite, parallel universes exist, could provide a framework for understanding how such seemingly unlikely events could occur. If these universes occasionally intersect or influence each other, that could explain why synchronicities occur. However, this is speculative and remains a fascinating subject for further exploration in both science and philosophy.”

I want to summarize this for my readers who might be leaning back in their chairs, a little startled, with: “There is so much more.” 😊 But again, in my own words: In moments of cosmic rift, the different versions of the multiverse intersect, leading to very strange and stubborn coincidences, synchronicities. An example: that book falling off the shelf, and it happens to be the perfect book for your problem, is caused by the tear in the Cosmos from the other you who just pulled that book out of the shelf and dropped it. With this blog, I hope to stimulate serious exploration of these ideas.

Rob became inadvertently more concrete, clearly leaning towards the multiverse idea, when I introduced him to the movie “Another Earth” in 2011, which he then watched himself, and from November 8, 2011, jokingly began signing some of his emails with “Bor” instead of “Rob.” (See Lion Hearts V).

The battle

For the writing of this blog, I naturally had to revisit all my previous Lionhearts blogs. There I stumbled upon my own intimate revelations, both about my marriage to my ex and much more about the intimacies between Another Davis Rob, the lions, and myself. I hadn’t forgotten these, but apparently, I had parked them in a far corner of my mind. I must say: this now brings me, in 2024, to a new sense of embarrassment. I’m not going to retrospectively withdraw some of the very explicit confessions; what’s the point with the Internet Archive, and some people have already read them anyway? Perhaps I’ve become more Americanized, more prudish, if you will (not in actions, but in the thought that you shouldn’t lay everything on the table). Also, now being 56 years old, I might be a bit calmer and more cautious. Well, what’s done is done? Or perhaps not, wink wink, in the multiverse worlds and versions? Every disadvantage has its advantage: with the richness of details, it serves as a living and breathing brain on which I can rely solidly as my years begin to count. Perhaps there are also people who appreciate that I was so explicit.
Desperately, I wondered how I could ever continue on Earth without the physical Rob. The answer was: “I can’t.” The answer still is: “I can’t.” Rob was already during my marriage, when he was still physically on Earth, my only beacon of hope. I hadn’t even realized that all those years since 2005, when I virtually met Rob, but this became painfully clear on Ascension Day 2014. Life tries to coax me time and time again, my body cells want to survive, my body whispers escape routes and ideas to me so it can survive itself. The dramatic event with the two Henryk Vogels is one of them (see here, here, and here). The immense sorrow over Rob is still there and is greater than all the tricks human nature wants to play on me. Our love is greater. But life kept clinging to me, and still does.
The past ten years have been inhumanly heavy, especially in terms of loneliness, and no, I’m not exaggerating here. Due to the disruptive effect of my marriage with my ex, I have become unaccustomed to engaging socially and physically, and progress in this area is only happening in micro steps. Sometimes it seems like I don’t even want it anymore. I also struggle quite a bit with my body, especially at night. Although I wrote earlier this year that I had “stopped taking paracetamol,” I must now retract that statement. Yes, I was so proudly abstinent for five months because of nighttime stomach pain, but it turned out that quitting didn’t bring relief. On the contrary, the discomfort in and around my stomach area seemed to worsen. Possibly, the damage or hypersensitivity is simply irreversible. And the annoying pulsating of the vein in my left temple usually stops when I take paracetamol. Overall, it seems that especially my head greatly appreciates the substance.
The ten years between Rob and me were a constant eruption of love, that was the other side. Rob, the skeptic, continued the adventure with me from Another Davis, as best as he could. Certainly, he too has fought a battle. The effort on both sides is immense. I dare to say all this in the blessing that comes with the idea of the quantum entangled couple. After all: we don’t even have to ‘try’ to reach each other, we are already together without visible or invisible lines. Breaking our quantum entanglement would, I think, only be possible if the shared core of love were no longer there. Iopt out on that one, and I hope Rob does too. This was and is a relationship that has gone through all the ebbs and flows over the past ten years.

And time and time again, when I was at my wit’s end, the flame beneath my earthly despair and loneliness began to flicker, encouragements came, and still come: “Hang in there!” Let me give a few examples. I’m completely in love with the new inner crew Rob Nanninga lion “Surprise” with his beautiful soft mane, his attentive and lightly ironic, heavenly eyes. I’m head over heels for all the inner crew Rob lions, and the infatuation strikes again and again. And last March, my mind made a beautiful connection: the lion had literally arrived like a ball, and another word for ball is “Orb.” That word is itself a skeptical wink because “orbs” in photos are often seen by paranormal believers as spirits or energies. Suddenly, the word Rob rolled over to Orb, and then I immediately had a new name tag made for Rob Surprise Lion. My mind then continues to play with the name of the new Rob lion: Surprise Orb, Supreme Orb, Sublime Orb, Superb Orb, Super Orb, Stunning Orb…

Another morale booster this year was when I Googled the name “Roelof Hendrik Nanninga” once again. And Google said, “Pop!” A new discovery once again highlighted the healthy, skeptical, resistance-offering power of the Nanninga force. Not Rob, but likely a relative of his with the exact same name and location in Groningen, popped up. A Dutch resistance hero who had hidden weapons for the Germans, was subsequently arrested and imprisoned by those same Germans, but fortunately lived to tell the tale when he was liberated by the Americans in 1945! Given the age, he could have been his grandfather or a brother of a grandfather. It seems too coincidental that someone with the exact same name and also located in Groningen was not related to Rob. Such new pieces of information, like when I managed to dig up Rob’s media appearances at the Beeld en Geluid institution, provide fresh fuel for my Rob-flame.

Pseudo-skeptical, unbelieving, and disapproving scoffers and deniers came and lingered. I pay no further attention to these individuals, but I still want to mention them once. Nevertheless, our love triumphs. Surprise! We are still standing. After ten years. And as far as I’m concerned, we will always continue to do so.

Multiverse

I recently replaced my iPad Pro, unfortunately just a bit too early for the latest version (secretly, I’m a bit annoyed, perhaps replace it early). After that, I subscribed to an Apple TV subscription again because: free for three months. And as the first thing, after binge-watching the entire Harry Potter series, I randomly clicked on Apple Originals and watched those. And indeed, there, with iron determination, Apple also presented quantum physics and cosmic insights. The Apple Originals 2024 series “Dark Matter” and “Constellation” revolve entirely around this theme, and so do the Apple Originals 2023 series “Crowded Room” and the movie “Ghosted.”

Two screen-photos of the Apple Ghosted movie and I added the cat in the fridge.

Nothing happens by chance, it seems time and time again. That’s precisely what I’ve been preoccupied with since the beginning of the Lion Hearts blogs: trying to determine ‘where’ Rob is now, if he still exists, and how our relationship extends so far across the universe and even beyond the universe. I’ve delved into highlights of quantum physics several times in my Leeuwenharten blogs, such as in Lion Hearts VII, quantum entanglement like with Schrödinger’s cat, the multiverse idea, and the (quantum) entangled pair.

“The idea of a second, twin or Counter-Earth is not the same as the concept of a Parallel or Multiverse world. The two concepts do have in common that they both suggest that strange things are going on in our universe, and that there’s much more than meets the eye. ” Lion Hearts V

“My impression of the existence of “astral”, parallel, multiverse worlds is that together they enable a continuum. One world is attached to the other, and together the worlds form an infinite “DNA” strand, through which people also travel, creating an eternal link of interlocking possibilities. ” Lion Hearts VI

Hot stuff! Just to be clear: I know very little about quantum physics, and the cheese not even vegan, as I’ve been eating some goat cheese occasionally lately (that’s new, I hadn’t done that until around 2023). I’ve been assisted by AI in the following piece of text, and I’m putting it forward not only for you but also for myself. I haven’t fully grasped everything yet. But then again, who has? Hopefully, someone with a sharp quantum physics mind can build on it in a positive way.

Can we continue to exist? Can different parallel worlds coexist, as proposed in the many-worlds interpretation of quantum physics? In this interpretation of quantum mechanics, all possible outcomes of a quantum event become reality, but in separate, parallel universes. This means that there may be versions of us that continue to live in other universes while we may be dead in our own universe. Although life and death are absolute states within a single universe, the multiverse offers a perspective of a kind of continuity of existence. What is the influence of the observer, and is the observer actually the key? In the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum physics, the observer plays a crucial role: the state of a system (the superposition in which something is indeterminate, both dead and alive) is only determined by observation. This reminds me of the process of reading books: as soon as you open a book and continue reading, the characters ‘come to life’ again, in a unique way for each reader. Think also of the classic “Die Unendliche Geschichte,” which introduces this principle in a grand manner: as soon as you open the book, the story comes to life and ‘continues’. Michael Ende says something that I imagine aligns with the role of the observer in quantum physics. He suggests that the book belongs to no one and is different for everyone (see the last image in the gallery). So, the observer determines, in line with the Copenhagen interpretation. Although the many-worlds interpretation is less dependent on the observer for determining outcomes, the observer experiences only one of the many possible outcomes in a specific universe. This concept of the multiverse makes us contemplate the infinite possibilities that may surround our existence.

You could simplify this principle even further to just one single unit: Love. As long as there is Love, the subject of that love is also alive. But I don’t mean this only theoretically, but truly alive and breathing. And because this is a blog, I can simply say this without having to prove it under laboratory conditions. Now that the phrase “laboratory conditions” comes up, I want to revisit what I said earlier about the difficulty of proving the existence of out-of-body experiences, in which I myself did not succeed sufficiently. If indeed a multiverse exists, it could be that you project into the ‘wrong’ multiverse, preventing a conclusive match with the version where you are physically present at that moment. Only an out-of-body experience with clear consciousness in exactly the same multiverse would then have a chance of success. Believe me, I’m not secretly trying to convince skeptics, I’m simply presenting it as a thought, a possibility. But this is not fantasy. Rob is truly present. His influence is felt day and night, as seen in my previous blog Syncblast 2024. I even believe that Rob not only protects me but also my bike, the Trek 7.3 that saw the light of day on Monday, June 3, 2013, and that I have been riding for over 10 years now: the red bike that faithfully accompanies me. Another lucky ten-year anniversary!

Yes, I believe that Rob’s influence extends so far, and much further. The (pseudo)skeptics, like Pepijn van Erp, haven’t dared to challenge me regarding the Leeuwenharten blogs. Oh yes, he considered it (tell me it’s not true, Van Erp), he was already working on it. But they can’t win this battle because love conquers all. Always. Strange things happen in this regard as well, things that make me think that the cosmos and Rob are not exactly gentle when it comes to protecting me, because they do. The stakes seem to be extremely high.

The Davis house

This house where I’ve been living since October 2011 is a laid-back and, as far as I’m concerned, magical-realistic house. As seemingly? easily as my ex walked out the door here in 2017, that’s how attached I am to this house.
In this house lived my housemate Jocelyn. When my ex left, I found myself in an acute financial attention situation. I started looking for housemates, and Jocelyn was the first to walk in here as a candidate through a Facebook advertisement. From the summer of 2017 until the beginning of the pandemic, I had housemates. I immediately liked Jocelyn. She stayed for two years to complete her bachelor’s degree in Psychology at UC Davis. Then she left back to Los Angeles, where her family lives. We didn’t keep in touch. But then there was a surprise here. A snippet from her email, which I received on March 9, 2023: “[…] I always thought you were a cool and interesting person despite us not talking for a while. And over time my appreciation for the experience at the house has grown, as well as an interest for Dutch culture. I made a friend from the Netherlands and we like to share things about each other’s cultures and have even sent gift packages with things like snacks/foods from our countries. (It turns out I’m not the biggest fan of licorice…) In fact, I am making a trip with my brother to Europe later this month, visiting the Netherlands, Belgium, and France for 1 week.” I even received a postcard from the Efteling, where she had been. She didn’t know that this meant something to Rob and me because she hadn’t read my blogs. All of this was such a surprise to me that, as far as I’m concerned, it falls under magical realism. Suddenly, I also knew who I could leave my concrete belongings as well as my digital legacy to, see my previous blog for that. It all fell into place; she has even started learning the Dutch language, she knows me and the house, and she’s also a Leo by zodiac sign. When she left as a housemate, she gave me a small plastic lion. It now sits by a portrait of Rob. Since mid-April 2024, she has been living with the Dutch friend and his parents to explore how the match works. She’s quite a talented artist, as seen in image 1, and in image 2, a photo of her visit to Bataviastad:

When I asked Meta AI to depict Another Davis and described it in just a few sentences, I had to endure a lot of junk results. But suddenly, a stroke of luck appeared, as almost always happens with me. A house that seems to have been sawed in half, with a small part on the left to refute that idea. First, a “Huw” flashed through my mind, and then a “Hey!”. I live in the right half of a teal (blue-green) colored, wooden duplex house with a slightly sloping roof, as seen from the street. But I absolutely didn’t ask Meta AI for this! The next day, I saw even more striking details in this coincidence: the exact color of my current house, the lawn as I have it in my front yard, even the coniferous trees, like the coniferous tree in my front yard, were correctly placed in the background in the AI image. This AI representation came with complete magical realism straight from the cosmos to me. And I can assure you, AI isn’t there yet, they can’t read minds if you describe your desired house in five sentences. I hadn’t used the term “duplex house,” only “house.” But that’s how it is: Rob also lives in this house, in the ‘counterpart’, which would make this house one (and not the duplex part of my nice earthly neighbors Tamera and Syed). The magical realism between Rob and me was already there with our addresses in the Netherlands: Rob lived at Westerkade 20 in Groningen and I at Weststraat 20 in Scheveningen.

The magical-realistic Earth

I would like to conclude this blog with a vision of all the worlds that exist. It will undoubtedly come across as science fiction, but who knows, perhaps Rob and I are close to the fire. I believe that human civilization on Earth has various possible futures, in what I call the ‘multiverses.’ I now put quotation marks around the word ‘future’ because, given the above, time is not linear but rather an infinite series, a ‘ball,’ of possibilities. One possibility is that humanity will completely destroy itself, with wars already happening but on a global scale and even more devastating. The other possibility, which I hope for and consider equally likely, is that humanity will become wiser and make every effort to save what can be saved. In that case, I predict a world imbued with magical realism, where ‘synchronicities’ play an increasingly significant role, and wondrous events are observed worldwide through the perception rifts in the cosmos, which are also demonstrable to science. In my expectation, these perception rifts will become larger and more numerous, thinning the veils between the multiverse worlds and beckoning a unity of worlds. The progress in studying the strange leaps of quantum physics and the growing interest in it, in my opinion, send a clear signal in that direction.

Courtesy Eline Hulspas. Lightly edited by me

Although I’m not a fan of repetition, I’m going to repeat this song that I already shared and discussed in “The White Raven“. The emphasis here is on the parts in bold:

When the desert sun has passed horizon's final light
And darkness takes it's place...
We will pause to take our rest.
Sharing songs of love,
Tales of tragedy.

The souls of heaven
Are stars at night.
They will guide us on our way,
Until we meet again
Another day.

When a poet sings the song and all are hypnotized,
Enchanted by the sound...
We will mark the time as one,
Tandem in the sun.
The rhythm of a hymn.

The souls of heaven
Are stars at night.
They will guide us on our way,
Until we meet again
Another day.
When the dawn has come
Sing the song,
All day long.

We will move as one,
Bear the load
On the road.

The souls of heaven
Turn to stars
Every single night
All across the sky...
They shine.


Lion Hearts previous parts

Part I – Rob Nanninga – Who took (t)his picture?
Who took (t)his picture?
Drawings I made
Who took (t)his picture, continued
Question answered
More photos of Rob Nanninga
Footnotes
Part II – Lion, Where Are You?
Cuddly lions
Devastated even before I officially knew
Looking for Rob after he passed away
The other end of the universe
Finding Rob
Footnotes
Part III – Rob Nanninga, The Lion
How we met
The Rob-Constantia connection
The fallout and Rob’s passing
Astral Wanderwege
Astral cycling
Astral Blitz
Magical Realism
Astral Wanderwege, continued
The astral Peter R. de Vries
Finding Rob, recap
Astral Wanderwege, continued
The magic (intermediate) final
“Stenny” & “Parameter”, A FOK Story In 9 Images
Footnotes
Part IV – Lion Hearts
Intro
Plush lions
The amazing Whiskers
Plush lions continued
Turning point
The jealous lion
The Rob Nanninga lion quad
Caring for the lions
Cycling and seeing Rob
Rob in my dreams, role-play
Rob’s photo and the drawing I made
Magical realism, the lion ring of God
Rob’s music and Darkwood
Rob in my out-of-body and related experiences
Rob’s healing influence
Lion hearts
Stats and “raps”
Meanwhile
Rob Nanninga lion art in collaboration with Neural Painter
Footnotes
Part V – The Roar
Part I: The Roar
Part II: Roaring Events
Raptures: Orgasmic Outbursts
Out-of-body and dream related events
The wish-you-were-here-song
The enclosing
The sudden swoop
Koningsdag
Rob emerging
Air-jumping Lions
Moving in with Rob
Pepijn
Rob in the air
The not-vegan, whistle-lollipop
Erect tail
Getting through
The shepherds
Striking things named separately
Funny positions
Music and love songs
Seeking Vice versa
Dense shaped
Healing effect
Getting better all the time
Kissing skills
Astral eroticism
Rob traveling to me!
Footnotes
Part VI – Steppin’ Out With My Baby 🕺
Part I: “Steppin’ Out With My Baby, Can’t Go Wrong Cause I’m In Right”
Another Davis
Let’s get physical
On the crook side
Part II: Robs en Constantia’s Steppin’ Outs
Raptures
OBEs and related experiences
Footnotes
Part VII – Quantum Entanglement
The magic-realistic Live Photo in Davis-Ivy Town
Quantum Entanglement
Snert particles!
New media files!
Gallery Space and Quantum Entanglement
Footnotes
Part VIII – Ascension
(2019-)2020
Gym blues
Plans for the Netherlands
Magical Realism continues
Robbert and Stan
Robbert
Stan and Alan
Edibles
The Brakes
Future
Rob Nanninga quotes
Gallery 2020
Footnotes
Part IX – Wanderjahre (Journeyman years)
2021
Lion 10!
Gallery
Aviator in town,
A tribute to the Night Witches, “Unknown Soldier” and to Darkwood:
Family, mother
Miracles and other wonders
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Disclaimer: The following can be seen as a quest and thus also as an encouragement and stimulus for others to conduct similar research into understanding our reality, which, I dare say, is infinitely more complex and deeper than it appears to the human eye. My blog is therefore not intended as the bearer of a new dogma.

The first “Syncblast,” the blog name indicating that the content fits on all of my websites, dates back to June 5, 2023. Fast forward to the updated Constantia story.

In 2023, an unexpected turn of events occurred when my special acquaintances Stan and Lana ended up in a Spanish prison for about a month. As the only one who had extensively written about Stan, a few journalists from major newspapers approached me. In July and August 2023, I reestablished contact first with Lana and then with Stan, leading to my St. Anna blog on August 23, 2023, the Joran van der Sloot phone conversations on August 31, 2023, and the Joran van der Sloot files on September 12, 2023. I perceive Stan as a mythical figure, someone of biblical proportions, epic. A heavenly gift and a devilish ordeal that few will endure. On October 18, 2023, the long-awaited trial of Joran van der Sloot took place, during which Joran once again escaped with a tremendous lie about Natalee Holloway. Van der Sloot’s story about a cinder block and dumping Natalee’s body at sea, which all experts agreed could not be true, was rewarded by the Alabama court with a very favorable plea deal for Joran. This disappointing trial made it clear to me: Stan did not want to meet with the FBI before Joran’s trial to sign his St. Anna statement in person. He only brought this up on October 27, 2023, through a WhatsApp message to me. He also expressed indignation about Joran’s new lies and said he now wanted to meet the FBI. I never gave up hope that Natalee would be found at the St. Anna Cemetery in Aruba, and I shared Stan’s commitment with my Instagram followers. I didn’t reply because I was angry. It then became suspiciously quiet on Stan’s side again. He did not follow through on his commitment to meet with the FBI man. In early 2024, Stan suddenly emailed me with unprecedented harsh and accusatory words about my silence, only to backtrack in a later email. To be continued, undoubtedly.

My parents, who in my opinion, given their own unresolved traumas, would have been better off not having children, fell severely short in the physical, mental, and emotional guidance of their offspring. Through the mysterious pathways of the cosmos, Rob Nanninga came to me after his passing in 2014, and an unprecedented loving soulmate bond emerged, in which both of us experienced tremendous growth. Those who cannot fathom this need not believe it. In the currents of Rob’s presence, I discovered aspects of myself that had previously remained unexplored. As a teenager, I urgently needed braces and speech therapy (due to extremely rapid speech), but neither my mother nor my father ever suggested anything of the sort. Consequently, crucial mental and physical matters were neglected, leaving me without the self-confidence that I undoubtedly would have had with a childhood rooted in a solid foundation. In an extremely dysfunctional family of divorces, daily quarrels, and a horror house overrun by mice, I felt like the lowest rung on the ladder as the youngest child, a teenager, and still, as an adult, an outlaw. As best I could, I transitioned into student and work life thereafter. Despite enjoying interacting with students, there was always an unrecognized urge in my mind to not remain long with an employer in formal employment. My Sagittarian nature’s desire for freedom, combined with my upbringing in a completely dysfunctional and shattered “family,” proved to be a combustible combination. Writing books about out-of-body experiences in the 1990s and 2000s, and everything that came with those experiences, proved to be a guaranteed trouble magnet for me as a teacher. I gained publicity, fell out of favor with a few school administrators and parents of students at the private schools where I taught. I was never fired, but chose to leave on my own accord. I stumbled from school to school. Even a few relationships with direct ties to school intersected with my career. My “princess-and-the-pea” body was equally adept at attracting problems. Various allergies, hypersensitive airways, and now my increasingly troubled eyes do not make me an ideal employee. If there is no fresh, clean air somewhere, I immediately get a headache. I can no longer type quickly, and I constantly make mistakes because my eyes are increasingly failing to coordinate. From around 2007 to 2013, I attempted entrepreneurship, which unfortunately yielded no financial gain. From around my 45th year of life in 2013, I essentially ceased paid work altogether. Driving for Uber and Lyft in 2017 and selling trinkets on eBay for years are also unsuccessful ventures I erase from my CV. In the great book of the cosmos, beside my name it reads: ☑️ Work-challenged individual.

I got married on January 6, 2005, and officially divorced on April 8, 2018. My ex did not fulfill his promise to remain friends; I wanted to, but he did not. He is still recovering from a very serious airplane-jump accident in July 2022. On his social media, I read that he is engaged, and I wish him and his fiancée all the happiness in the world. I will always love him. It was probably a karmic thing that we were together for such a long time in this life. Fortunately, he did honor his alimony obligation, which ends at the end of April 2024. Lately, I have been trying to find new roommates, but it seems it’s not meant to be? or not anymore. I recently realized how much everything I use, such as clothing, food, shelter, technology, is provided by fellow human beings, and that humbles me. I don’t know how I will financially make it. From May 2024, I will solely rely on the crypto pot I have accumulated and carefully managed. I have often asked the Cosmos: what do you want from me if I am not successful in any career aspect? The only answer that keeps coming up is that I need to learn to trust, my only major life lesson, in terms of karma and destiny.

The Cosmos seems far from forgetting about me, quite the opposite. On Friday, January 5, 2024, after grocery shopping and a walk in Folsom Park in the early evening, I drove home. Driving in the dark on Highway 50, plagued by road constructions, proved to be no success formula. Suddenly, a white 2018 Nissan in front of me began braking forcefully, and I felt myself pressing hard on the brake pedal. Startled, with wide eyes, I saw myself collide with the Nissan with tremendous impact. All I thought was, “Oh no, my car, total loss.” No fear of death or pain (which wasn’t there). Immediately, the airbag deployed, and I emerged with my head positioned correctly. It was softer than expected. A warm, “angry” electric burning smell pierced my nostrils. For a week, I had some innocent neck muscle pain. There were four vehicles involved, and the front one, a truck driver, simply drove off. There was only material damage. Perhaps my brakes failed due to the soft feeling of my boots or a slippery road surface; I simply don’t know. I can’t think of anything else but fate. The car was a luxury that unnecessarily burdened me with costs. The ten-year-old Honda Civic was suddenly taken off my shoulders without any further ado. The State Farm claim number 55-61K9-08R made a cosmic “Beep-beep!” sound to me: the 55 from Rob’s birth year and the 8R from infinite R(ob). My liability was only $500 deductible. What mattered to State Farm was my very low mileage, between 58K and 59K miles, and not the three previous serious damages incurred beyond our fault. With the typically huge American payout, I paid off debts and invested the remaining amount in crypto. Due to my car being towed by Tow Express, and not by State Farm, I unexpectedly saw my car again and even found, once again as a sign from the Cosmos, my brand-new Oakley sunglasses. The Tow Express man suddenly asked if I wanted to dine with him in Davis. I hadn’t seen that coming, and with a surprised smile and a thank you, I declined.

Later, I suddenly remembered what Rob’s Skepsis colleague Jan Willem Nienhuys wrote to me about Rob in 2016: “He certainly didn’t have a car. Maybe he once had a driver’s license. His father died when he was 26. He used to drive a 2CV in Groningen city traffic and was crushed by a truck that braked too late. Since then, I don’t think Rob ever drove a car again.” Now I regularly do groceries with my bike bags during or after cycling, which makes it more enjoyable and mindful. Maybe I’ll rent a car sometime to drive, for example, to South Lake Tahoe. It sounds strange, but I’m happy with this outcome.

Then about my body. Both old, lifelong, and constant factors play a role, as well as silent revolutions. As I age, already 56!, I increasingly feel the slowness and heaviness of the earth. I haven’t written books about life as a spirit for nothing. I often look with envy at people who peak or die relatively young. Due to increasing nighttime stomach pain, I’ve stopped the daily and lifelong use of paracetamol. At night, there is often an unpleasant, painful, electric sensation around my stomach area, and as a layman, I describe it to myself as a leak in my stomach area. But as a result of that cessation, an old phenomenon has returned: unrest in my left temple, which translates into a disturbing pulsating sound that I hear in my left ear at night when I wake up after an intense dream or when I startle from something. I suspect I have a predisposition to blood clots and narrowed vessels. I still consider my account of my experience in my first book “Through the Window” about the “Operation by the Unknown Being” on June 1, 1996, in which I was relieved of a threatening blood clot in my left temple, to be true. Sometimes when I can’t sleep (a lifelong problem for me), I drink whiskey with an alcohol percentage of a startling 50%, in the middle of the night or in the early morning. I had to learn to drink this extremely strong whiskey, and I automatically thought it must be bad. When I looked it up, I immediately ended up on a website that praised all the benefits of whiskey! I have no tendency towards alcoholism. I believe that 50% whiskey on an empty stomach is actually good, despite it being a bit scary. After emptying my special iron flask in the early morning, I often wonder, “Will I fall asleep now?” At that moment, it often doesn’t feel that way. But yes, every time. Suddenly I’m completely gone, usually for 4-6 hours, my consciousness extinguished, almost like a death that many believe there is nothing more to. My body has gained some weight now that it’s no longer deceived by cannabis, but with self-control and intermittent fasting, I try not to revert to the heavy weight I had during my marriage and the three years after. Cycling and walking help with that, but I do it because I still think it’s great.

On December 7, 2023, I wrote my will, appointing a roommate I had in Davis as the heir to everything that belongs to Constantia Oomen. Don’t worry, heiress, I’ve been extremely condensing and tidying up the house. I explicitly stated on my websites that my family will not inherit any authority or estate. Of course, there are families who are real families, as they were once intended by God, but my family has never been part of that. I long for a life with my soulmate Rob Nanninga, where he and I, and hopefully as a real family, can show how it can be done differently. And yes, I think I can, and I’m 100% sure about Rob! Fingers crossed that he still wants that (still?! We remain skeptical). I do. I do. Sometimes it even feels like he’s physically close. Hopefully, he is. Rob and I don’t form a closed-off house, so we are open to beautiful encounters.

(Courtesy various images unknown, please let me know if you would like to be named as a rights holder)

In the dance of souls, bound by fundamentals,
I embrace my beloved, partly in unseen realms.
Yet, open to entangled connections,
With honesty as light,
Our love, timeless, never to end.

Rob, the Lions, and I are ending this blog with luxuriously decorated multiverse cakes and a new Rob Nanninga inner crew Lion named Surprise. Through my Instagram, a latent interest has been aroused, and I think Rob is also interested. I always imagine him as my personal chef, to whom I mentally ask while cycling if he is already making the Huttlefluffs, Hammerdabbits, and Bakerdoodles. The variation of fantasy words is endless, and we have the greatest fun with it. Once, Rob said in his mind that he had already made the Flippityflakes (I don’t remember the word anymore, it’s not important), and they were highly haute cuisine, colorful, artistically decorated cookies. Rob showed me with a conspiratorial look that if you broke these cookies in half, you literally saw whole worlds and galaxies. Now, that’s what I call next-level cookies!

For the new, increasingly difficult to find, Rob inner crew lion, I had to go to Ali Express, which still has a seller who sells them. I eagerly awaited the shipment directly from China, and one day, unsuspectingly, I looked in my mailbasket and saw a compact round ball wrapped in plastic. Confused, I thought, “Huh, did I order clothes? I don’t remember.” The next moment, it dawned on me with a shock: “Could it be the lion?” With a cry of horror about its shipping fate, I let the lion come into the world by carefully cutting open the intensely tight plastic with scissors. Like the previous lions, he emerged from plastic, and the analogy with childbirth was always apt. Despite being somewhat crumpled, he came out miraculously with minimal damage. I brushed him, did everything to make him beautiful again, and succeeded! He is extremely soft, with probing eyes and a filled neck and back, pleasantly solid, and fits perfectly in my embrace.
To be continued.

January 28, 2022. Sophie, a nickname, full name known to me, reports via social media. She says that Rob Nanninga appeared in a dream of hers, but that this was several years ago and that she does not know why she is bringing it up now.

But I can relate. You can read in the blogs since the pandemic and now also the Russia war that everything in my life has turned upside down, including in my relationship life. The strange Darkwood and Henryk story that is still going on, that is to say: the Henryk story is still in full development. It has now been almost 8 years since Rob hung his earthly coat on the coat rack on, or just before, Ascension Day. The rough 2020-2022 years are creating a deep existential momentum for me and yes, the timing is right. I put the relevant sentences as one story in a row: (only minor edits in terms of language)

Hi Constantia; 1 time Rob Nanninga appeared in my dream. He looked very chill with a very ugly (ahem) brown turtleneck sweater. In a doorway.
I was anxious. I don’t want anything to do with men. But he stood there very quietly. He kind of reassured me. He said I just stand here. I wanted to tell you sooner but afraid you thought it was weird. Or found it annoying. Been through nasty things with men but this was okay.

[When asked how she knows him>] Through you, through Skepsis. But never contacted. I’m from 1989 so I can’t. I used to be a 🙄 Robert ten Broeke supporter. The only thing I remember;
He stood casually in the doorway. The door frame was old pink with a kind of wave in it and the wall was stark white. He told me not to be afraid. I felt it was okay. A kind of peace. I recognized him later and asked if he was your husband and he agreed. Then I was absolutely sure I had nothing to fear. He said it was good that you exposed everything about Robbert and Stan. At that time I followed your blog about those 2 and everything around it. There was a point where I got worried when they did something weird with your address. I don’t know when or what exactly. Haha I had to chuckle. He seemed a little shy. And a kind of mischievous smile. When he said he was your husband.

[asked for clarification of “mischievous”]
No mischievous is a big word. I have a diagnosed mild form of autism. Fortunately my intelligence is normal according to the psychologist, but I was born 3 months premature and find it really difficult to describe facial expressions. Is there one step less than really mischievous? I’ll sit down for it tomorrow if I can. (drawing)

[I had asked for a drawing of the dream situation, and I was very excited very quickly because I now knew what she meant by that look, namely Rob’s mildly ironic, inquiring look].

Phew, I’m trying to start at the beginning. Bullied from my 6th year and experienced 1 nasty abuse experience. I froze completely and couldn’t say a word to the police either. The teddy bear was my best friend. I also experienced a lot of abuse around my 13th to 15th (that was an acquaintance of mine).
Then made “friends” but they were supposedly very spiritual, different “rituals” done with massages, egg ritual. And then I believed in Robbert; paid damn good money for his book. And when all that came to light, I thought: I will never fall for it again. Oh yes from my 13th to 15th; so that was in Groningen.

I had asked Sophie for a drawing of the situation in the dream and to my surprise she accepted it straight away and not long after, she came up with a charming figure drawing that even immediately reminded me of Rob’s typical ‘leaning posture’. This is how I got to know him after he passed on. I often see him in my mind’s eye, leaning against a tree when I’m cycling for example, with the sweet smile and the inquisitive and slightly ironic look in his eyes. Sophie thought the word “ironic” was perfect when I described it to her after her remark about “mischievous look”, it was exactly that, according to her, mildly ironic and inquisitive, very friendly. But Sophie didn’t get any further than this drawing rudimental, and she herself came up with the idea to ask her good, and since childhood, friend Jessica, and she wanted to, but she turned out to be so busy that the load became too great. Jessica then came up with the idea that her sister, also very gifted artistically (it was not clear, just this was said) Monique would do it. And sure enough, Monique wanted to try it. I name the string of developments, because this chain will show 100% that none of this can be staged (for the unbelieving and suspicious skeptics): so Jessica came up with the idea to ask Monique.

For me Jessica and Monique were just names, there was no surname yet, their surname Van Deursen came later in April 2022, and the “Van Deursen” appealed to me to ‘Brabant (in terms of that typical cozy Dutch surname) feelings’, after all I lived there myself for a long time and I was also born there, but I had absolutely no idea of the two ladies, I honestly thought that they were ‘just’ two average ladies – yes, shame on me – and Sophie didn’t say anything about it either.

Sophie wanted to keep everything as pure as possible and gave Monique only two pictures of Rob and briefly sketched what she had seen in the dream, the clothes etc.

The fact that I immediately had a bullseye feeling with Sophie herself was only due to the few opening sentences that Sophie needed to do this, completely unintentionally on her side, because I think these kinds of details really go too far for someone who has not dealt with Rob in depth. She was talking about an ugly brown cable knit sweater, and I instantly recognized Rob’s demeanor in this choice of clothing. Rob’s ‘pleasantly bourgeois’ I mentioned earlier in Lion Hearts. Rob who does not opt ​​for a flashy appearance, but for the unimaginative, ‘bourgeois’ brown cable sweater. And besides that, a lot of bells started to ring when Sophie said that Rob had said: “I’ll just stand here”. This is in fact Rob, as I got to know him before and after he passed on (yes, bear with me). What was going on? Sophie was pulled into the bushes by a guy as a six-year-old girl and you can fill in the rest yourself. And it didn’t stop there, because even in her teenage years more sexual abuse happened. In short: Sophie is not, and for all the reasons in the world, a lady who trusts men well. Rob must have seen all of that, and his line of, “I’ll just stand here.”, is 100% what Rob would do and say if this situation had been on Earth. Correct me when I’m wrong, Rob connoisseurs.

I waited patiently and sure enough, some near-finished copies of Rob’s drawing already arrived. I was moved, that anyway, yes, this had been Rob! Through whatever cosmic language and road, Rob appeared. Sophie is important for other things anyway, see the Darkwood blog, and she has the characteristic of both Rob and me in common: she is ‘slow’, sometimes notices things late. Because she dropped another hefty bomb, similar to the one with the Darkwood blog back then, which immediately made it clear to me that I definitely had to write a blog about my bad Darkwood experiences.

The bomb that fell was as follows: [Sophie continued via social media, April 14, 2022:]

https://nl.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cesair [bold by me]
I’ll ask her about her name, I’ll call her soon. Not sure if she’s open to it.
The artist is in a Pagan folk band.
It never really hit me, but suddenly the penny dropped. Rob Nanninga had something to do with that too, right?
I thought oooh yes somehow everything has to be like this.

Again I went into a deep shock, this time a euphoric one. Sophie, who is not the Sophie of the band Cesair by the way, also mentioned a little later that she herself has nothing (yet?) with this music genre, but all Rob’s close ones will recognize this: yes, Folk, Rob’s life-size and lifelong passion next to Skepsis. Rob was drawn by… Monique van Deursen, active as lead singer in one of the largest and most famous folk bands in the Netherlands, also active and successful across the border, the band Cesair. Only now, mid-April 2022, did I find out, only now did I start googling. And Sophie really hadn’t realized this, the enormity of this, until she brought it to me. Both Jessica and Monique van Deursen are, just like Sophie, very intelligent, gifted and beautiful women, and above all: very pure, yes, I just say it plainly, I can see that with my life experience of now 54 years. The shock deepened even further, because Cesair had also just released a new song, “Aux Pieds Nus“, on October 8, 2021, and that song is about… loss of a loved one through death, but also the reach over death to this beloved. And on their Events page I saw that they are registered for an event similar to the one that could be for the impure Darkwood guys, the “Wave-Gothic-Treffen” in Germany. But Cesair ís good, sweet, pure, the Pagan Folk that Rob can and would support with all the knowledge of now, and not the Darkwood guys. Just to be clear, I don’t know if Rob Nanninga knew Cesair, I can’t find it in his music lists, I didn’t know Cesair, and I don’t know Jessica and Monique either. I could cry as I write this and tears are coming again. Yes, I’m not ashamed of that.

This blog is also published on Leeuwenharten and Parameter

Current news, June 6, 2022, read this Bild article.

Sometimes you don’t write a blog for fun, but because you have to. To chase the darkness away. From the Cosmos, with Love.

After Rob Nanninga‘s death I started to think: is there still a soul mate of Rob and me on the earth? Since Rob and I started with the Darkwood neofolk music-wise, my mind started to fan in that direction. Could it be that Henryk Vogel from Darkwood was our soul mate? The impact of the isolating pandemic made me extremely lonely and made this hermit crawl out of her shell. I started addressing him almost exclusively on Darkwood’s Facebook Messenger. Then something very strange began to unfold. He didn’t answer for a whole year. To my delight, a “seen” eye with date and time of seeing appeared on Facebook every now and then, but not anymore towards the end. Incidentally, these Read statuses can be circumvented with all common social media chat programs by adjusting preferences in the settings. I only received a substantial response once, when I actually forced him to respond by placing an ‘impossible order’ of Darkwood shirts in size and color, and I did that on purpose so he had to respond. I received a polite yet very sparse and in fact incomprehensible response about my Rob Nanninga and soulmate ideas.

In addition, I started and maintained the @Notwendfeuer Twitter account from February 2021, and I emailed him about this. I offered to be his free California PR representative. To this end, for example, I had already seen his Google Info box unattended and I gave him tips (most of it per Facebook Messenger) how to handle this, because I have experience with it. I wrote to him that he just had to upload his ID and then Google would give him permission to send content suggestions to Google at will. I reassured him, if he needed reassurance, that Google would delete the ID data immediately after inspection. I also offered that I would do it for him if he would authorize me. There was no response at all, but my cosmic pistachio regarding his energetic response to uploading his ID to Google strongly picked up on the fact that according to Henryk Vogel of Darkwood & co I had now said that there are great fires burning all over the moon and there are green men dancing around it. All of this took place in exactly one year, from November 2020 to the exact same day in November 2021.

But the Fates were frantic, because that other Henryk Vogel, also in Dresden, did respond. I found him on LinkedIn, thought he was Darkwood’s, and his thumb-sized photo could pass for the other Henryk Vogel. With him, the Cosmos had already built in a Lightbox from the beginning. I will refer to Henryk Vogel of Darkwood in this blog as Mister Dark, to clearly distinguish the two HVs. Soon Henryk and I were virtually high and sexy flying through the sky together, “We hit it off”, you could easily say. But, afraid I did not dare to ask him: “Are you Mr. Dark?” and I hadn’t gotten beyond Darkwood suggestions in general and Henryk, who really had no idea, didn’t react to that, he simply overlooked it, he’s a busy entrepreneur and it just didn’t trigger anything for him. But was he Mr. Dark? I don’t need to give a spoiler alert, because the answer is already in the previous blog. No he is not. And even with the few selfies Henryk gave, I wasn’t sure. Read the previous blog for this. For Henryk and me, a new, much more difficult time began once the towering misunderstanding was on the table. A few months of silence followed between us.

But because Mr. Dark persisted in his silence, I kept trying. I want to understand things to the core. I thought: maybe he is extremely shy, after all you don’t know with (music) artists? But no. And then I started coming under a very dark spell, the spell of the Darkwood eye. That this is certainly not a light-hearted story for me, can be seen from the following: I don’t even dare (I don’t want to, anyway) to post a photo of that eye here. See the Facebook page. I’m not going to say that I was seriously mistaken, that should become clear in a moment, but I think there is a reason this happened, so possibly the ‘mistake’ has a very good result, eventually, when all is done, yes? I started writing to him regularly on Facebook Messenger. I had obviously put on my big rose-colored glasses, I was only seeing, only wanting to see well in Darkwood, even though Henryk, now also aware of his shady namesake, had already given me hints about far-right folk music and Nazis. It just didn’t want to go in with me. Almost my entire life has passed in exactly a year per Facebook Messenger, including intimate facts and then some. I also sent pictures and videos of anything and everything, including myself, but Mr. Dark remained silent. And Henryk and I had to reinvent the ‘we’.

In July 2021, inspired again by Darkwood, I had a photo shoot of yours truly as Russian WWII Night Swallow done by the fantastic photographer Mayumi Acosta in Sacramento and again I sent Mr. Dark a faithful message in the form of photos and the video. Silence again became my part.

Promoted again by the loneliness of the pandemic, I let people on Twitter enjoy my Darkwood activities for a year. All my Twitter accounts were open and were therefore also visible to Darkwood. I was also very enthusiastic about the Darkwood Twitter account created by me and I made sure that Mr. Dark was informed of every step of the way, via email (the two Darkwood addresses darkwood@darkwood.de and info@heidenvolk .de, no public secret, are on his two websites darkwood.de and heidenvolk.de, so no doxing) and also via Facebook Messenger.

Then there was that many-months-long case of my book gift to Darkwood. I had a nice book and wanted to send it to him. I twittered wildly, really everyone was able to enjoy it, and for the public the first shipment to the PO box address complete with clickable USPS tracking. What happened? My first attempt turned out to be in vain. USPS was going crazy in Dresden, but couldn’t find Mr. Dark at the PO box address that’s been on their website for decades. The book came back with lopsided legs. Mr. Dark didn’t condescend a single word, not even to say something about the broken PO Box address. Everything was clear for him to follow at all times, both publicly and through his Facebook Messenger and the emails I sent him every now and then.

So now I had another address, the sender’s address printed on every Darkwood order: Hermannstr 4, Dresden. And because I see this as a public address, I don’t see this as a public secret, after all, that’s where all ordered things, at least officially, come from. The fact that I mention the street address is therefore again not doxing as far as I am concerned. The same USPS tracking ritual began again. The diligent USPS pawns scrambled around for Mister Dark who again proved untraceable. The book came back again, this time with its legs hanging down and its tail between its legs. My misunderstanding grew. Twice over $38 in shipping is not nothing, but what was going on here? Again I emailed him for clarification, which again did not follow. And every now and then I’d email him screenshots of my Facebook messages, just to make sure he at least knew I was ‘talking’. SILENCE.

I then asked Henryk, who also lives in Dresden, very sweetly, carefully and politely if he would please, pretty please with cherries on top, go to Hermannstr 4 in Dresden, the indicated Darkwood address. Henryk was so sweet and took some pictures and came back with the humiliating sentence:

“Da wohnt keiner.” “No one lives there.”

When I saw his photos of the house, I was shocked: the huge, very dated mansion, dilapidated and well, was indeed glaringly empty. There was no house inscription, the nameplate was soulless. No Mr. Dark lived here unless he was hiding behind the upper right window! More clear this time, also by email, I asked Mr. Dark for an explanation. But still: SILENCIO!

Fast forward to November 2021. Darkwood gave several performances and with the third announcement of yet another one, I decided to go. Because of his silence I had continued to write uninhibitedly and I also gave my impressions of him and the group. I had had very strange dreams, and one of them led me to the suggestion that Darkwood seemed to have a dark track record, but not as in track record of music. Hey, it’s a dream isn’t it, don’t sue me. Following on from this, I once teasingly called him “Sex killer” on his Facebook Messenger. I just said whatever came to my mind, but I meant absolutely nothing bad by it. These disturbing dreams came especially when the end of my Darkwood spell was approaching, in the fall of 2021. I also had a very curious short dream that I was near the house, the Hermannstr 4, it was in the evening atmosphere, I saw something lying on the street and bent down and, to my great surprise, found a stack of Nazi banknotes, neatly held together by a ribbon. At the time of the dream and also after awakening, I had no idea whether this really existed. Now it turns out that this Nazi paper money did indeed exist, and yes, that’s what it looked like when I think of the dream. And, after the two unsuccessful book shipments, and he did not assist me in any way (or reject), I said that I would come to his concert and also mentioned that I also wanted to take pictures of the Hermannstr 4. I still didn’t realize the potential seriousness of the situation, joking that he could come and meet me with a knife if he wanted, but now I wanted to know what was up with this house. In my heart and mind I am a researcher, just like my dad. But mind you, I did everything with respect and with complete approachability, with the also outspoken idea: you are our (Rob and my) soul mate, I can have everything from you. However, dark clouds gathered, because it turned out that ‘the love and being able to have it all’ were not mutual.

Leaving out all the details then the following happened (I have proof for everything, but I just can’t and don’t have to in a blog I try to keep concise). To my great joy, on September 22, 2021, Darkwood’s occasional band member and signed at Mister Dark’s Heidenvolk record label with, among others, his album “In Ruin” Terry Collia (American just like me, yes) appeared on my Darkwood Twitter, he followed me now! “Hooray!,” I thought, “will I now be admitted to the inner core?” And I reported this again on Facebook Messenger. With appropriate enthusiasm, I contacted Collia on LinkedIn (500+ contacts) with just one accompanying sentence during the much sought-after virtual handshake: “Can I ask you something?”. Very polite, isn’t it? I naturally wanted to ask why Mr. Dark kept silent. Bang boom! I didn’t receive a warm hug, Mr. Collia ran off like a hare. On the same day or the day after, he immediately deleted his profile pic from LinkedIn and his last name, no, this is not a joke! LinkedIn now only said: “Terry C” with the empty standard profile picture. His profile pic has only been back very recently, but his last name still isn’t. I thought: “???”. And Mr. Collia also instantly disappeared as a follower from my Darkwood Twitter account. For the first time my red alarm lights started flashing furiously.

I had ordered things seven times and often paid more than was officially required, set up a Darkwood inspired photo shoot, twice attempted an expensive book shipment to addresses that Darkwood still gives themselves, I had a more than beautiful Darkwood Twitter created, nothing but praise and golden frame for Darkwood, in the autumn also ordered two Darkwood albums because they were not available on the internet and uploaded them themselves on YouTube and made available to the public, again a message to Mr. Dark, kept him and them informed at all times and I was very nice and polite to Mr. Dark on Facebook Messenger at all times, what went wrong here?

With my full approachability I mean: I had given my name, he knew my address and telephone number (given everything and also placed orders seven times), I had sent my flight ticket details in full, my pension details ditto, really everything, so if he wished, he would have had ten options either to reject me or to come and get a bloody story from me. In short, Fair Play is my calling card. And then, or should I say, despite this, things were heating up a bit too much to the liking of Mr. Dark & co.

On November 10 and 11, 2021, it finally came to an extremely unsavory disquisition between him and me, but, mind you, I do not believe that it was only he who emailed me back, because the person who (also ) wrote, suddenly talked about “H who had taken things from the PO Box address”, to which I immediately emailed back alarmed: “Who is actually speaking here?” There was no answer to this.

What was the tenor of his/their answers? It immediately started out more horrible than horrible for me. The me who had kept him in the know for a year, wrote him the most intimate things, through normal and socially accepted channels: Twitter, his! two! correct! email addresses, Facebook Messenger, and immediately introduced me by my full name, also via the Roelof Hendrik Facebook page, now had to see this infernal sentence:

Bist Du etwa dieser Roelof Hendrik, Du schreibst also unter falschem Namen.” “Are you this Roelof Hendrik, so you are writing under a false name..

Really, the ground dropped from under me, and I fell, fell… But immediately I picked myself up again and emailed back extremely indignant, saying that I had introduced myself from the very beginning, completely self-faithfully lifted my entire baptismal cell, even my website carries the same life size Roelof Hendrik angel theme and my two Facebook pages are mentioned and linked on my homepage. If anyone can make me angry, it is by doubting my good faith! I wrote this back to him immediately. There followed only complete denial of any knowledge of all this.

But this complete denial, including any involvement in the Facebook Messenger story, is untenable. After all, all year long I had been sending things in various ways, through his/their Facebook Messenger too, for example also the link to my Kopspijkers gig (A famous Dutch TV show of the past), so that Mr. Dark could see what I had looked like in motion pictures, and that link got even dozens of times demonstrably clicks immediately after provision. Because this is a so-called unlisted YouTube link, which hardly anyone ever looks at, it can be stated with 99% certainty that this clicking was done by one or more Darkwood members. And every time I sent links to my Darkwood tweets, there were plenty and often direct clicks, which I could see in the Twitter statistics. Autistic traits, people, there’s no shame in that, I already said: there is a researcher in me. Let’s just say there’s a margin of error in there, but since this happened so often, it seems extremely unlikely that Mr. Dark missed all of my year-long jumping through blazing hoops for him and them as a group.

Mister Dark wrote:

Deswegen werde ich jetzt auch noch weniger machen und Deine Sachen noch mehr ignorieren, denn ich kann mich nicht mit privaten Sachen beschäftigen und kann Dir auch nicht helfen, dafür habe ich keine Ausbildung.” “That’s why I’ll do even less now and ignore your things even more, because I can’t deal with private things and I can’t help you either, I don’t have any training for that.

These sentences show the tenor, so he also suggested that I needed help. Yes, I do, well, I do now!, because my trauma over all of this is deep. And there’s also that sweetheart, Henryk, who, in fact, has also become a very unintentional victim. It wouldn’t have been necessary if Mr. Dark had just made it clear right away that he didn’t want to hear from me, but he didn’t, he was silent for a year! It wasn’t until November 2021 that I got my redemption from the most incredible and ghastly Darkwood spell that had run off with me.

Even more came to surface. His answers from those two days showed that his Facebook and Instagram are, according to him, only managed by two people besides himself. All my confessions had been lying freely on the Darkwood Market, and Mister Dark & ​​co had not found it necessary for a year to properly warn me that what I said was not private. So again while I kept emailing him every now and then at two email addresses darkwood@darkwood.de and info@heidenvolk.de, just to make sure he knew I was talking to him on Facebook Messenger. I felt figuratively but also literally stripped of my clothes and standing naked on the Darkwood street. And I also have a strong suspicion who those two other Darkwood people are who (with red ears?) read things that were only intended for Mr. Dark. The readers of this blog can at least come up with one name, I think. The second person, so next to Mister Dark = X and … = Y, there’s the Z person, who my cosmic pistachio says could be found in this Darkwood clip, but that remains to be seen at some point. Also these two? people are to blame, they should have identified themselves to me as fellow readers. After all, just to be clear: for a long time the “Seen” eye appeared, meaning that my texts and images and so on had been seen. This too was denied by Mr. Dark, but I have several screenshots as proof.

For me, the energetic feeling of his emails was exactly that of the Tremor monster worms in the film with Kevin Bacon: Tremor’s monster worms that open their mouths, but unfortunately without the cheerful witticism of that film. Mister Dark and co (because who knows who actually wrote and watched) now claimed not to know the Hermannstr 4 address at all?:

“Welche Hermannstrasse, wo hast Du die Adresse her? Habe keine UPS Updates bekommen…?” “Which Hermannstrasse, where did you get the address from? Didn’t get any UPS updates…?”

Because I also have to inform you as a reader, I had my book shipment sent USPS track status copies to the Darkwood address darkwood@darkwood.de, both on the first and second attempt. I already said: dog fidelity, that’s my middle name. To which, now indeed very upset, I emailed back: “What, but that address is on all your own mailings!”, with proof of this immediately, namely a photo of all seven packages of the Darkwood shipments that I had kept, with exactly the same Hermannstr 4 address on each envelope. He & Co had nothing to answer for that.

There was something else really bad, he, or anyone else from Darkwood who was now ‘talking to’ me, casually claimed that I might be sending swearing emails to Terry Collia and that is why he immediately ran off on LinkedIn:

“Vielleicht wusste er besser als ich, was kommen würde, viele Mails mit Beschimpfungen von Dir – warum?.” “Maybe he knew better than I what was coming, lots of abuse emails from you – why?”

This is nonsense because I didn’t contact Mr. Collia at all after that one sentence on LinkedIn: “May I ask you something?”. And swearing emails or texts, that is certainly not my style and would, after all, overshoot all soulmate ideas. I did, in my opinion rightly so to be very indignant, but also damaged, wave with the prospect of a blog about this at Mister Dark, but only after reading his/their first reaction after a year.

Without exaggeration, this has been the most shocking experience of my entire life in terms of human miscommunication and abuse of trust on the part of the other(s).

I resolutely ended my Twitter activities from the Darkwood account, even adding some sort of cautionary text in my general style a little later and let the matter rest. And also told Henryk everything and gradually he and I could get some steam back, but it was very hard work.

The reason for the blog now follows. Four days before I was still to go to Dresden for two weeks – after all, the plane ticket had already been paid, and Henryk had agreed to meet up with me – the Cosmos intervened hard. I literally had my bags ready, but the cosmic hammer landed on the table. On Friday, November 19, 2021, I heard German politicians with very serious faces announce a German Lockdown light, which, yes, would go into effect on November 22, 2021, exactly one day! prior to my crossing from San Francisco Airport. The Cosmos had graciously given me three days to rebook my ticket. Pensions and hotels were no longer allowed to receive tourists! In my opinion, this was a clear case of Overruled! I hastily contacted Henryk again and together we came to a new date: from 10 to 24 April 2022. I also posted this date on my then open Twitter account, and it will still be there, and it also was visible to Darkwood members. I will open my accounts again as soon as this blog is published, so that anyone who wants to can search again. However, I have removed a part, I have been removing a part of my tweets continuously for many years, because I think Twitter badly lacks the “Story” function of Instagram and Facebook, but there have already been a lot of Twitter witnesses to all this. The long wait started, because I really wanted to go to Henryk now. But this time I say about the date: if the Cosmos agrees and no hindrance comes, as did the first time around.

More and more I got the feeling: I’ve known Henryk for a long time, he feels so familiar, his beautiful, powerful, clear voice, his completely light and rational being, his choice for the Light of this world, exactly the same slant as Rob Nanninga, his humor, his enchantingly beautiful nature photos. He had even once done something that Rob Nanninga had done in a similar way on TV for fun. Henryk knew nothing about it until the appearance of this blog: he had put his hands on his head like antennae and joked that he, thus, in this way, received things clairvoyantly. See Rob Nanninga vs. Rasti Rostelli. So I never told him this. And once he literally uttered a Darkwood song-phrase: “Mehr Schein als Sein”, “More appearance than reality”, also this completely spontaneous, and this when he talked about Darkwood, as always very reluctantly (because he doesn’t like dark things and doesn’t want to give them any attention), and this too seemed like a very clear cosmic hint that none of this is a coincidence.

I started putting together the clues that had been there from the first contact via LinkedIn and suddenly I saw us placed together in a great historic maritime event in 1816. If there is such a thing as this. This may be for a later blog! All the clichés aside, happiness and deep emotion washed over me when suddenly all the puzzle pieces fell into place and this clear image appeared. NOW I was sure. Mr. Dark had only prompted me to find Henryk. Dresden! That’s not obvious, is it! And possibly, while at it, to question a still obscure element, Darkwood. It’s up to the world to do something with this or not. And yes, from start to finish, Rob Nanninga is involved in this, As soul mate!

Now we are almost there, but now the Cosmos is also very crowding. The Sophie story:

What convinced me to come up with this blog? Although I had been outraged during and after mentioned unsavory exchange with Mister Dark & ​​co and had been waving the possibility of a “blog with an investigative character” in their faces, but I really hadn’t known whether or not I wanted and/or had to do this. Until the end of January 2022, Sophie reported to me via social media (full name known to me, she and I have chosen this name). When we got in touch, she immediately started with a “dream about Rob Nanninga” that she had already had around autumn 2019, but with which she came “only now”, she didn’t know why herself. She often calls Rob Mister Nanninga, in that respect she reminds me of the “astral” Peter R. de Vries of 2014. Only in a few sentences of both Rob’s appearance and behavior in that dream, she painted the dream, and, even now that I re-read that, I immediately get the instant recognition: this is real, this is Rob. I save the content of her dream for a blog with a light (!) character, but with my knowledge of Rob Nanninga and my knowledge of people (gained through life experience) I immediately knew: this is good, very good. Sophie and I started talking in a very nice way, but time and time again, I was shocked when she kept coming up with very striking statements. She is, as it were, a very pure channel that deviates from the behavior of most ‘ringed’ people with their cultivated reactions. The unbelievable thing was that until very recently Sophie has read only one Lion Hearts blog, the last one, and that at my urgent request, because she hadn’t even done that yet. She knew me through my Parameter blogs and the Robbert van den Broeke story. She didn’t even know photos and videos of Rob Nanninga, she might have seen a photo of him in the distant past, but nothing else. Also, she didn’t even know anything about my Darkwood activities. I had intuitively asked her if she might want to make a drawing of Rob from that dream for me. To my surprise, she said, “Yes, I’m going to try it.” And then she didn’t want to read or see any more about all this, because she wanted her image from the dream to remain as pure as possible.

On February 15, 2022, she said on Signal, where we had moved our conversation, something so triggering for me that I knew from one moment to the next: Yes, the blog about Darkwood has to come. She wrote, completely out of the blue, I hadn’t told her anything about Darkwood and Mr. Dark and Henryk at all, she had only picked up that I was virtually dating a Henryk in Dresden: (I have her spelling, except for some punctuation, let alone)

This is bizarre! Bizarre. I think we can meet. wth I had some kind of campfire thing in front of me

Djeez can’t explain it in text. Wtf is going on. Sorry can’t explain it all in text.

Come to Dresden. I’ll give you a personal alarm if you want. (if that hendryk wants weird things). I don’t know what but something is wrong!

And she also said something about being in a public crowded space while meeting Henryk safely. I had already increasingly read her statements with a very alert eye, but at this moment a kind of bomb fell on me. Let’s put it this way, without revealing Sophie’s person here (that may come later, she says she’s not ready for that yet?): she has a very pure brain structure – similar to mine I think -, her dreams and impressions are not filtered by the standard social ‘desirability and feasibility’. I immediately made the connection from her statement about the personal alarm to Mr. Dark and quickly explained to her that there are two HVs, one light and one dark, and that she must have picked up on that confusion right away, after all: Henryk is a light being, a very sweet man, which, according to my updated understanding, certainly cannot be said about Mr. Dark. I also informed Henryk of this. The penny had suddenly dropped completely: I had been playing with fire, without my, through rose-colored glasses-looking, noticing. And that fire was the dark Darkwood fire. Rob Nanninga is there, through Sophie he has given a decisive impulse.

From the outset it was clear to me that I was working on ‘the Darkwood thing’ as a light factor in the light and dark battle that is currently raging on Earth in all its fierceness, only it had been crucial to position the chessboard and chess pieces in the right position.

To Be Continued.

Studio Portrait by Mayumi Acosta Photography

* Wanderjahre: Journeyman years, after successfully completing the training, a time to go out into the world and gain life experience. Then follows the Master test.

Contents

2021
Lion 10!
Gallery
Aviator in town,
A tribute to the Night Witches, “Unknown Soldier” and to Darkwood:
Family, mother
Miracles and other wonders
Gallery continued

2021


It has been seven years since the day of Rob Nanninga’s passing. Extremely good, transformative Lion Hearts times followed, and my another-Davis-relationship with Rob Nanninga still burns unabated.

Living without roommates since the start of the pandemic, I remained in one of the two small rooms until the small space started to creep up on me and in March 2021, I moved into the large Master bedroom with a new bed and more space … for a tenth inner crew Rob Nanninga lion!

Lion 10

The magical number 10 arrived on March 30, 2021.

“Number” 10 has a very well-filled, soothing, treasure-like chest. The random picker’s choice from preselected names was immediately okayed by the Cosmos with another magic somersault in complete synchronicity:

Aviator in town! Darkwood and Henryk Vogel

Darkwood came highly recommended to me by Rob Nanninga, and Rob even suggested to start a German Darkwood Wikipedia sub, because he knew I am a Germanist. I felt too insecure at the time, so I didn’t. I did start the Darkwood Twitter account Notwendfeuer in February 2021. Vogel knows about it, I am not sure Henryk does though ( just kidding).

Some very striking events occurred from November 2020 up till now. At the end of November 2020, I sent Henryk of Darkwood an email again for the first time since 2014.
In 2014, I had this brief, warm email exchange with Henryk Vogel of Darkwood about the lyrics of “Fliegergedicht” because they were wanted for Rob Nanninga’s In Memoriam booklet. After that, events surrounding Rob’s passing completely absorbed me and culminated in the divorce of my now ex. A strange, almost Goethesk, Wanderweg (winding road) began.

Omitting all the details, I thought I had made contact with Henryk Vogel of Darkwood through LinkedIn too, and a considerable misunderstanding rolled out thereof from December 2020 to February 2021. The wandering astray in a true dark wood can in my opinion be linked to the fact that creative minds like mine have a tendency to exaltation and strong susceptibility to cosmic interventions creating deep, entangled-souls, events.

The Henryk Vogel of Dresden I was talking to, via LinkedIn at first, was not the Henryk Vogel of Darkwood, also living in Dresden! This very witty, talented, civilized, warm-hearted other Henryk Vogel is about the same age as Henryk of Darkwood, and in my opinion could be his twin brother.
The other Henryk Vogel and I had and still have a very agreeable, far-distance communication, but in February 2021 things to me felt increasingly tense, because I didn’t know if he was indeed Henryk of Darkwood and I didn’t dare ask him for a while. That was surely a lesson to be learned!

The case for afterlife gained momentum when Rob Nanninga alerted me about the mixup. A lamp bulb on a long wire in my night cabinet, nowhere within my arm’s reach, crashed out of the blue at a crucial communication point with the other Henryk Vogel, shattering on the ground with the loud bang of many glass shards. I always felt that Darkwood‘s song “Dream of Flowers” describes Rob’s passing. The song mentions “broken glass“. Rob was trying to get my attention: “This is not Darkwood‘s Henryk Vogel!” I believe Rob and I are on the same page about Henryk Vogel of Darkwood being our soulmate. But there is much more, I believe, to the other Henryk Vogel too!

Commemorative plaque at the birthplace of Melli Beese in Dresden-Laubegast. The inscription reads “Birthplace of the first German female airplane pilot.” (Text Wikipedia)

When I finally dared to ask: “Are you Henryk of Darkwood?”, I already feared what the answer would be. Consequently, I again turned to Henryk of Darkwood in February 2021, because I still felt I needed to reach out to Rob’s and my soulmate.

The Neofolk Darkwood band often sings about War and Peace, about aviators and soldiers, and the album “Schicksalsfahrt” proudly sings the historic aviator theme. Aviator signs were already silently entering Lion Hearts, long before I reconnected with Henryk Vogel of Darkwood. Whiskers, Lion, created by the Leonard Cheshire Cornwall Foundation, after the famous British, Second World War aviator and bomber pilot Leonard Cheshire. had already, by mystical, kindred souls gathering, entered the Rob Nanninga Lions Pride in 2016.

As I grew even more inspired by the atmospheric Darkwood Lagerfeuer-songs,

Where it all started

I ordered their pilot shirt and army bag, and the idea of a Darkwood-themed photoshoot sparked to life. Out of the blue, I thought: I will be a female, Russian, Second World War bomber pilot, not realizing those, female Russian bomber pilots, actually existed and even were exclusively Russian. Nazi Germans for example were against any female involvement in the war, as they thought of women only as upgraded incubators.
Having read many books about the Second Word War already, I can’t remember coming across the Russian Nachthexen. I occasionally get the question if I am Russian, hence the idea of “Russian”. I started reading books about British and Russian WWII bomber pilots and became intrigued.
The Nachthexen, mostly still girls and young women (aged 17-22), flying PO2s, old training Polikarpov Po-2 biplanes, with navigation tools both in the front and in the back of the airplane, were looked upon with fear by Nazi-Germans because they, against all odds in a male dominated society, became crucial Soviet assets to winning World War Two. With the Messerschmitts, the Germans had superior Krieg (war) utilities, so the Russians had to become creative.

Messerschmitt Bf 109

The PO2s were used at night, with rather primitively attached bombs, no more than two bombs for each flight, so the Night Witches had to return base many times every night to reload. In this way, the daring women were disturbing and harassing the Nazis in their much needed night rest.

They flew at very low heights, almost touching the German barracks with their wingtips, sometimes even with the engines switched off for the surprise effect, and, as thieves in the night, dropping bombs on the unsuspecting Germans.

The WWII female Russian bomber pilot shoot flame was also kindled by Rob Nanninga’s love for roleplaying, which I had discovered after his passing in the “astral realms”. A lifelong seasoned “astral” traveler myself, I feel I have both overlapping Night Witches character traits ánd nightly experiences.

Slightly related, nice

A tribute to the Night Witches, “Unknown Soldier” and to Darkwood

Click and swipe:

Family, mother

My sister Francine will be publishing a book this Fall about my mother Marie Thérèse (6-6-1931 – 7-8-2014) in and after the Second World War.

My mother Marie Thérèse Postmes and my father Joris Oomen in the post-war years

Thus opens another pathway to the Second World War! Always so very close to my mom, I realized something was off that day that I had been talking to her. One day, she burst into tears, talking to me about her brothers and the catholic church in the Second World War. She lived in Maastricht in that time. While crying bitter tears, she managed to bring out, “They bullied me, Stan. They treated me badly. I’ve had a bad life.” I tried to wring out more, to no avail, she shut down, to never open up again. My mother Thérèse, the living and breathing conscienceless of social desirability, chose to keep all her demons, of which we knew nothing, to herself. Consequently, I applaud any factual based effort that will expose my mother’s demons and tormentors.

Miracles and other wonders

Since March 1, 2020, I lost about 50 lbs (about 22 kilos) caused by the use of Cannabinoid’s thc / cbs / cbd. My appetite fell back greatly. I stopped taking the pain killer Paracetamol (Acetaminophen) on a daily basis since February 2021. It was one of the good suggestions of Henryk Vogel not of Darkwood. My lungs have been extremely peaceful ever since, my heart and stomach seem less calm.

As mentioned earlier on, that it would take a financial miracle to keep me afloat, some small miracles did already happen. I was entitled to this small pension part of my ex, that I, after the divorce in April 2018, had successfully pursued for over a year of dragging-along, official paper milling with UC Davis (ex’s employer), and when I finally got it, I bought some BTC (bitcoin), right before the bitcoin boom in 2020. A friend gave me some more in 2021. In this way, I am still able to afford the house, but I’d rather not think about the huge sums of money evaporating every month. The future remains uncertain.

Gallery continued

And here some more, some a bit older photos of the year past.

The Lion hearts blogs are long blogs, especially Part IV and Part V are sturdy bites (each good for around 16,000 words), and together they form one whole. That is why I have merged part I-VIII into one .pdf file. Admittedly, it is the avant-garde of a real publishers edition, but I still present you with satisfaction the blog book:

> Lion Hearts-ByConstantiaOomen (click for .pdf download) <

If something is unclear during viewing or reading, you can always fall back on the online version, for example for clicking links and viewing images.

Online Lion Hearts (click)

Rob Nanninga’s last address in The Netherlands: Westerkade 20. Constantia Oomen’s last address in The Netherlands: Weststraat 20. 20+20 2020 Publication date 5-20-2020, in the Netherlands + 9h: 5-21-2020 (Ascension Day 2020)

Contents

(2019-)2020
Gym blues
Plans for the Netherlands
Magical Realism continues
Robbert and Stan
Robbert
Stan and Alan
Edibles
The Brakes
Future
Rob Nanninga quotes
Gallery 2020
Footnotes

(2019-)2020

A year that leaves no stone unturned! To change our life. This planet’s life? To change my life? Nature-endorsed! Or so it seems. The odds are turning in a dramatic way. A pandemic. And no clairvoyant (if they exist) predicted that. This is Lion Hearts VIII with mostly a daily-life update, so not so much about dreams and out-of-body experiences.

I am not in contact with my ex at the moment. I did jump out of an airplane with him on June 13, 20191

My unemployment status is unchanged. The impact of the pandemic was pointedly illustrated by the fact that my neighbors-for-years on one side, including their dog and cat, moved away from one day to the next. The house has been empty since. I haven’t asked them, but I am pretty sure they got affected by the pandemic. My living situation has also come under pressure because of the pandemic, because both roommates leave early and I have to look for new roommates. The rents are sky high here and if I fail to find roommates in time, I will not be able to continue living in this house.

My fingertip skin-cracks problems haven’t been resolved yet, and the ripples in my nails are still playing a an ebb and flow tide game.

I still cycle a lot, and I still miss the physical Rob every day. But he is there, he speaks the language of love through the sweetest and most handsome lions. Strange as it may sound, through these lions, I am even able to feel the warmth of his physical body. Every day, I make sure the lions stay in perfect shape. Despite the enormous “distance”, we still live together and I see him especially while cycling: how he stands in * our * kitchen, with his homely apron tied. Cooking for us. At night through the lions I feel his enormous warmth, support, love and eroticism. The extreme number of orgasmic eruptions is comparable to last year. This is paramount beyond words, More-Than-Heaven descended to me on Earth!

On October 26, 2019, I met Dutch Melanie who’s working  for the vegan cheesery and buttery Miyoko’s at the Kombucha tap of the Davis Food Co-Op. After one random greeting at the Kombucha tap, Melanie immediately noticed that I was Dutch, and said she was too. She lives in Petaluma. Twice I drove up to Rohnert Park, which is nearby Petaluma, and on one occasion met up with a group of Dutch people who meet once a month, at the invitation of Melanie’s.

It had been a long time since I drove further away by car since the divorce. Unfortunately, I have become less mobile in terms of driving longer distances. I just miss Rob as a partner and don’t see the fun of traveling on my own, with nobody to share the travel excitement with.

Gym blues

Due to some human complication at GetFit, Davis, I canceled my subscription. I scratched the surface of this earlier-on.2 My Get-Fit Davis membership was ending in January 2020, but I already stopped going in December 2019. I signed a monthly contract with In-Shape, Woodland in December 2019. Although they do have a great modern gym and a lovely massage chair, something happened there that made me realize that this was not a second home to me, like GetFit Davis was. Apparently the chickens had not come home to roost yet. So I canceled my subscription again. Then I decided the UC Davis, ARC gym might be my best shot, but by then, the pandemic had already started, and I realized this was a good chance to unwind myself and just give it some time. Not so much later, all gyms in California were mandatory closed. Again, I had walked faster than time, a phenomenon not new to me, so by then there wasn’t even a choice anymore. I’ve been thinking about returning to GetFit, Davis in the future, but considering this human complication, it’s very fraught. I am not sure K will be ecstatic to see me again. To be real, I have no clue what K is or is not thinking about me, but there was something big going on, of that much I am sure. Maybe go to the “Noah”‘s ARC in due time?

Plans for the Netherlands

This year I had made more concrete plans to visit the Netherlands, my family and my father, and meet with some virtual friends for the first time: Sjaan and a (virtual also) friend in Amsterdam, too, she invited me to stay over at her house.

Sjaan is someone I got to know through the Robbert van den Broeke and Stan affair. This Robbert van den Broeke-Genverbrander story has always been a lateral but important thread in the Lion Hearts blogs. I have known her for almost five years now. She sent me an email to offer some moral backup in this Van den Broeke case, and that’s how we started our shared path. Sjaan is a sweetheart, always thinking about other people first. She lovingly cared for her partner when he fell ill until the very end. But she’s not only sweet and fuzzy, she has a razor-sharp, alert mind and, like me, can’t stand hypocrisy and deception. Countless times she technically assisted me in researching the photos and videos of Robbert van den Broeke, which she runs through metadata programs with stunning results, because they always show he’s (still) faking it. Without any exaggeration, she is as good as a professional detective and would, in my opinion, do an excellent job as a police detective. For the past five years she has continuously supported me, both professionally and personally. What I find most exceptional about her is her incredibly flexible mind, she is able to adapt like a chameleon, with a thousand and one beautiful and pure colors, forever young!

Also very important part of the trip would be to visit Rob’s former house on the Westerkade 20 in Groningen, which I have never seen in real life. I am sure, if it comes to this, something very special will happen. 🌟 And then another goal in Groningen: the Mercuriusstraat 1 in Paddenpoel, where I lived for five years in my youth. And I always long back for the Dutch Fairytale Theme Park the Efteling. This visit would be the very first since my emigration in 2011! I already bought an expensive travel bag that would pass the hand luggage system for the purpose of bringing one of Rob multiple lions with me. I don’t want to lose sight of the lion nor do I want to create the chance that the airline will lose my luggage.

However, the pandemic intervened. The question now is: when and if I will ever return to the Netherlands? Sometimes it seems to me like I have already died like Rob, in this emigration situation in paradise California, where you can check out, but never leave?. Perhaps I am not supposed to return?

Magical Realism continues

Thanks to a heads-up from the Dutch Beeld en Geluid Media Archive on August 30, 2019, I was able to get hold of one more video with Rob Nanninga in it on September 5, 2019. Kudos again to this amazing Institute! Though the footage didn’t bring a real new Rob image, it did bring footage of his study that has become very dear to me, because it reveals so much about Rob Nanninga’s student-like lifestyle, which is so very similar to mine. The more I extract from the wheels of time, the more it is confirmed that I am right about Rob and me and the thousand and one things that forge us together.

On Tuesday March 10, 2020 I was cycling again and I passed through Winters. And on Tuesdays there always is, come rain or shine, or even wildfires,3, imperturbable, not changed by any ripple of the world’s events, the Oldie Cars Show. I fancied two oldies in Rob’s colors, see the photos in the gallery below. Rob always had a preference for the color turquoise or blue (but more turquoise-ish), just think of the old Skepsis website, designed by Rob. And don’t forget his blue jackets and shirts! I thought to myself: Yes, these are really Rob Nanninga’s cars! Later on, well on my way back on the Winters Road, I was cycling, lost in thought, when, of all the oldies in all the towns in all the world, only(you have to take my word for it) these two turquoise oldies passed me by, one after the other. I took it as a magic wave from Rob, and in my mind I saw us riding in them, our hair in the wind through the open windows, under a very happy sun. This is just one example of the happy, worlds-coming-together events I experience with Rob.

It was only in December 2019, after having lived on this address for already over eight years, I realized I am even living under the roof of Rob’s colors. Admitted, it’s  a common combination color in Davis and surrounding areas, but it certainly isn’t the only one, and still, I ended up here, right?, where these colors prevail.

Robbert, Stan and Alan

This part is published separately too on my Parameter WordPress. If you wonder why this extensive piece also appears here: this is an important part of my life and it really has an impact. Moreover, it has a very direct overlap with Rob Nanninga since he was and is also working on this, if it is true that there is afterlife. Also, I get the impression that Rob is helping me in the "background", that he is forcing the gentlemen to show their cards.

As I already mentioned earlier on in this blog, it’s never that far to Robbert and Stan, and his husband, Alan, as they are intertwined in this story.4 I have been involved in this case for fifteen years now, an incredibly long time. There are a few notable developments.

Robbert

The first one is that I finally have blocked Robbert van den Broeke from sending emails to me. His official acquittal in the threat case for which he was arrested, allegedly for lack of evidence, in October 20185 was no reason for Van den Broeke to choose a scold and threat-free path, and he just continued with his hate emails.

I know that Rob Nanninga had already given up on the “Genverbrander” case by 2012, now that Robbert had been definitively exposed as a con artist and it had also been demonstrated that Van den Broeke conducted online diatribes for which even the dogs would turn up their nose, but I kept it up much longer. For many years I remained curious about what Mr. Van den Broeke had to say to me and allowed his emails, admittedly only through a filter directly in a separate folder. But for some time already, it has been perfectly clear to almost everyone, except to his most loyal fans, that Robbert is a lost cause and that there’s not much honor left in investing energy in researching his actions. He got stuck and all he has been doing for a long time is endlessly repeating everything he once said and did, including his fraud tricks with fake spirit and “alien” photos, all his “loving” messages to his fans and all his hatred towards me and the skeptics in general.

Nowadays, he’s even going with mainstream conspiracy quacks, for example, about the link between 5G and Corona Virus. He did remove one crucial conspiracy clip about this later-on.6 These conspiracy theories are by no means innocent, as believers broker them in everyday life and, for instance, are no longer willing to get vaccinations because they think the government secretly implants chips or they are deliberately poisoned with mercury. Some people even torch 5G masts. Van den Broeke has been publishing many YouTube clips the last year, addressing all kinds of “spiritual” subjects, even addressing me a couple of times.7 It does seem quite innocuous, this new trend of endless preaching videos. I would prefer them any time over his ghost / alien photos and videos deception. Unfortunately, he still does those too, including auto-mutilations on his forehead that he claims are alien and christ signs. I must say he has built up a quite large motley collection of “spiritual” subjects and hence his interest in all these topics seems genuine. Still, in my opinion, there is not much reason left to invest a lot of time and energy in him.

Robbert sent me a whole bunch of hate clips and emails again, a part is in the Google Drive. There’s one Van den Broeke activity I do want to mention. Still working with Johny Webb, yes, the man from the octopus, Van den Broeke published a “channeling” with Adolf Hitler. However, the accompanying text about it and the clip were posted on Webb’s Facebook and YouTube channel. I tweeted about it and then someone reported Webb to Facebook (it wasn’t me). Shortly after, Webb’s facebook went completely black. The clip is still there, but I uploaded a copy in Google Drive just in case:

Fall 2019, I expressed the idea on Twitter to turn the Robbert van den Broeke blogs into a book and I had indeed already worked on it several times (that has come to a standstill). Obviously, this idea was immediately picked up by Van den Broeke and I got his hate emails about that too. Also Stan emailed about it a few times.

I suddenly couldn’t digest Van den Broeke’s emails anymore. After another hateful email from Robbert on December 14, 2019 I decided to block him completely. Every time Robbert e-mails me now, his email is instantly deleted and Gmail sends an automated message that he has been blocked and why. Since then, not one single email from him has popped up ever again and I have no idea if he sent them. I am very happy with this decision!

Stan and Alan

Stan Pluijmen is another matter. Stan never seemed hateful in the emails he signed with his own name. It’s a long story, and I don’t feel like repeating everything here. In short, I did not block Stan. I always hoped he would come around, detach himself from Robbert and would no longer participate in their shared lying and cheating games. But Stan has been bouncing like a yo-yo. Stan increasingly emailed me messages that he had changed and in which he admitted to (some) deception by and with Robbert van den Broeke. According to Stan, there is this part to Robbert that’s really “psychic” though. Anyway, Stan and Robbert are no longer a cheating duo together. At least, I see no signs that they still are. Stan even seemed burdened about the past, because he knows better than anyone how much hatred I received through Robbert and through his own, questionable to say the least, network. He even started offering me financial “compensation” in BTC, but I only wanted official compensation, through a notary. For literally years he kept on pushing me to take his money, through email, this started with him offering me money if I deleted the blogs on Parameter, see previous blogs on my Parameter WordPress.8

Stan seemed quite desperate about the existence of my Parameter blogs, he approached it differently too and tried to lure me into a “deal” that if he/they were able to “channel” the code word I would think up for myself and make that official by entrusting somebody with it, I would remove all my blogs. But I didn’t take the bite.

In 2020, for a reason I don’t know, he upped his BTC effort considerably, he said/says it was/is because he likes and loves me, and wants to help me. I did kind of become curious (again) if he was just saying things (again), and posted my BTC wallet address publicly on my Genverbrander10 Twitter account.

That wasn’t the first time I did that though, I did that in 2018 too. I discovered bitcoin in 2017 when I was trying to order my allergy medicine Ebas from a foreign country, because it’s not available in the United States and they asked for bitcoin or wire payment. Wire payments are expensive here, so I thought to give bitcoin a shot, and with BTC payment, they offered a standard 10% discount. It was all very new to me, and on one day I even posted my bitcoin wallet address on my Twitter account ConstantiaUSA. I tried to find the specific tweet, but I guess I deleted it. I only recently (April 2020) learned that you can indeed publish your BTC wallet address safely after you properly secure your BTC wallet. Though I did that in reverse order, nothing happened. I guess I hoped some magic pigeon would deposit BTC in my wallet. This all must have been mid 2018.

In my Parameter blog I already mentioned the fact that I on impulse and more or less jokingly asked Stan for 1.5 million in 2018, because only then would I feel compensated for all their nuisance and remove my blogs. The underlying idea was that with such a fortune that I could start living very differently, and that I could actually see this as a serious enough compensation and move on.

I didn’t email Stan about it, in fact, I didn’t email him at all, everything went through Twitter.

https://twitter.com/Genverbrander10/status/1012786915450339334?s=20

But in 2020, things were different. I suddenly received a bitcoin amount deposited on April 8, 2020. Stan had made a deposit! And the next day, after some tweets from me that I was willing to receive Stan’s compensation as an official gift, two more “donations” came, bigger ones, not a fortune, but significant. Well, in total it was about half a bitcoin. It was worth about euro 3200 at the time Stan deposited it. For connoisseurs: of cryptocurrency, this could be literally nothing or it could be quite something, in the future.

I see it as Stan’s free-will compensation that still is on the symbolic side. His compensation doesn’t come close to the real disturbance I had. My critical attention to this case – I literally spent thousands of hours – was indeed my own free choice and everything I did was public. In my opinion, I always stuck to the facts and kept my criticism fair and decent. But it was no choice of mine to be stalked for so many years: 2012-2019. I received hundreds of hate and death threats from a whole bunch of different mailboxes and names, both known and unknown to me, with photos of beheaded, run over and battered (dead) bodies, scolding videos, I was hacked and even threatened with hitmen.9

I can’t be sure where Stan got his money, in emails he says he got it from tricking online casinos. Stan Pluijmen claims he’s a modern Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and giving it to the poor.

On April 25, 2020, I decided to listen to exactly two years of unopened audios of Stan, a rollercoaster of several hours in the afternoon and evening. Since April 2018, I wasn’t listening anymore, because I got angry with Stan, again, since through yet another unsolicited email, he “offered” to ask “medium” Robbert van den Broeke for my Google drive password. As you can understand, I don’t believe in Van den Broeke’s “medium” password reading skills, I do kind of believe in Stan’s or .?.’s hacking skills, so that pissed me off. I really hadn’t been listening secretly, as Stan suggested in many of these audios, he even stated in his audios he was willing to bet a lot of money (did you say one million, Stan?:)

on the (not existing) “fact” I was still listening, So, now Stan is owing me even more. 😉
Not listening for two years and then all of two years at once, in one day, really turned out to be a golden shot. So instead of getting everything in pieces, I now got everything at once, which gave me a much better overview and the distance created in the time dimension was also very good for me to be able to view everything much more at a distance. The audios were insightful, I listened to about hundred audios and their line was consistent: first I heard one year of the old fashioned Stan woo-woo, but since April 2019, Stan started singing to a different tune. This was ushered in by a series of very curious emails in which Stan seemed to have stepped outside of himself and somewhere in the deep universe, as a miracle of mega interpretation of the secrets of the cosmos, spoke about synchronicity, mythical symbols, God, Satan, extraterrestrials and our shared destiny.

Because I was receiving hatemails of Robbert van den Broeke about Stan and Alan simultaneously in which Robbert was kicking furiously at Stan and Alan, even sending me an audio from Stan in which Stan could be heard crying and completely beside himself, I could tell something was going on. In his audios, Stan’s tune changed and; in the most favorable way interpreted for Stan, you can say that he indeed seemed awakened from a bad dream or spell, he used phrases like: “I embarrassed myself, I let go of Robbert, what have I done? Robbert brought me to things, I am no longer under Robbert’s trance, your blogs may stay online because they are correct, the curse of Robbert…, there is no hacker, I’m sorry, I admit to my mistakes … “. Of course in this case, it’s hard to tell truth from lie, but Stan’s Spring 2019 and beyond audios were indicators that the firm trinity Robbert-Stan-Alan (Stan’s husband) had dissolved. Both Van den Broeke and Stan Pluijmen were suddenly emailing me the(ir) “whole truth”: (click on gallery images, this is how I received it) GoogleTranslationRvdBTheTruth

When you merge these Robbert van den Broeke mails with the following Stan Pluijmen audio:

10:40: Stan “There is no hacker” (> in Robbert van den Broeke hate and death-threat case)
12:20: Stan: “I admit, I was Micha Romijn”.

in which Stan states that he has not been hacking casinos, like Van den Broeke claims, but that he did trick casinos, I think the following could be a realistic model of what really happened: working theory: Stan discovered some weak spots in online casino mechanism and cashed out a lot of money. With a number of fake IDs or other people’s IDs (people knowing about it and collaborating and who he generously compensated for it), he was able to repeat the casino trick. From the Robbert van den Broeke clan respectively from somebody mailing with a “Micha Romijn” mailbox I had been receiving two complete IDs, one of “Micha Romijn” one of a female family member of Alan Sieradzki, an old lady who has since passed away. This “Micha Romijn” stuff was much more sinister and like reported in my Parameter blogs.

WordPress later-on in 2017 removed the fake Micha Romijn ID pics I uploaded in my Parameter blogs. Somebody had complained and I doubt WordPress sees the difference between a real and a (well-recreated) fake ID. So if someone came with the same ID to complain, they had no reason to act differently than usual.

Stan Pluijmen confesses in this audio that (indeed) he was “Micha Romijn”. But I could tell by the emails I received there is another person involved, because I recognize Stan’s language and tone of voice, and there were quite some that were not from his pen.

After many years of experience with this whole group around Robbert van den Broeke, the facts (so no suspicions) are that the men are playing battleship with each other’s mailbox, wanted or unwanted. For example, I got a picture of Stan that, according to Stan, was very ugly and it seemed that someone in the room had seized his phone and sent it secretly. This is just one of many examples and I have also explained and substantiated this in my Parameter blog(s) In this regard, it is actually best to read all my Parameter blogs. Because of the enormous chaos that arose from this and which I think was also erected partly intentionally as a smoke screen on the side of Stan, the men ended up in a kind of large, inextricable tangle of cohesive material.

It seems that the gentlemen are holding each other in a delicate balance of compromising facts, and that they may well be quite afraid that the other person will leak information to me, or whoever wants to expose the truth. The many snitch mails to me could be explained by the tense atmosphere between the men, in the spirit: “If you do or don’t do that, I’m going to leak (mis)information about you, watch me, I am not bluffing.”

The “Micha Romijn” person was a piece of the puzzel that didn’t sit well at all with Stan. International police should investigate the motive of “Micha Romijn”. Because WordPress acted upon the complaint from I have to assume possibly the real Micha Romijn, that the (fake) ID pictures should be removed, it appears Micha Romijn must (have) know(n) that his ID was being abused (i.e., it was sent to me, and was it used for playing in online casinos?). In my opinion, all likely scenarios should be investigated. Two important ones: 1. it should be investigated whether Micha Romijn received money in exchange for the use of his ID or 2. that he is a victim of ID fraud. If latter would be the case, then why wasn’t any of this on the news or emailed to/communicated with me or other journalists in any way with convincing evidence? Because I had made some real public fuss about this MR ID, that it was sent to me, just like that, I had extensively tweeted about it with even the un-blurred images of the several ID photos. Moreover, the ID pictures were published on my WordPress site, for everybody to see.

Rachid is another person involved. I even received an email from Jan Willem Nienhuys, my good friend from Skepsis.nl because Rachid was trying to contact me in vain (?) and he tried his luck with Jan Willem Nienhuys. This Rachid seems to be somebody close to Robbert, Stan and Alan, who has been hitchhiking along on this whole case. Robbert van den Broeke claims in his email that Rachid received a lot of money.

I then received a lot of emails from Rachid too, but call it intuition or experience, I didn’t like communicating with him, it felt pointless and like speaking to a twisted mind. Nothing came out of my communication with him and I discontinued it.

There is also this thing with Dutch crime reporter John van den Heuvel in Stan’s audio. I conclude from the aforementioned audio that Robbert van den Broeke has been spilling some beans towards John van den Heuvel and said to Van den Heuvel that Stan is hacking casinos. As known, John van Heuvel was visiting Joran van de Sloot in his jail cel in Peru, so there we have it again: the circle Joran, Stan and Robbert.10

The two audio files of Leydi Figueroa Uceda sent to me by Stan Pluijmen fit seamlessly into the picture Stan has or had power over Joran and Leydi, because if someone, especially imprisoned or poor like Joran and Leydi, gets very large sums of money, such as these two from Stan,10 this person/they will be more readily inclined to do “weird things” for their benefactor.

And it all fits with Stan’s strange sense of humor and his obsession with me.

To return to Stan’s “confession clip”: Stan says in this audio he had been set up about this casino story, but that he wasn’t arrested, “Just ask John van den Heuvel, it’s true”, which would confirm that he is innocent of hacking casinos.

Stan had confided through emails earlier on that with Joran van der Sloot too, he had cut ties. Alan had his say in this audio also:

https://soundcloud.com/user-742372026/cauberg-8-4-received-4-23-2019-alan-stan-afraid-of-robbert-van-den-broeke-or-so-they-say/s-l59JoXRWAeD

and both seemed scared of Robbert, they seemed to think or acted that Robbert had put some sinister curse on them.

I haven’t talked much about Alan, Stan’s husband. The truth is, I like him, just like Stan, but I don’t like their covering up of fraud and deception (Robbert van den Broeke, Joran van der Sloot, et cetera related). That makes all of this extra incomprehensible, I mean, they spent many years in the make-the-other-crazy-but-often-not-in-a-fun-way game. There were and are some sidelines with Alan, like the time I talked to him through his Twitter account. That didn’t end very well and he even deleted that account. Later, and in line with what Stan often did, he denied, but also confirmed that he had been that person on Twitter. I also received emails from him, but most were obviously from Stan using his email address. I could tell not only from the language used, but in these emails Stan simply wrote about the he-person: Alan. Some of the emails were from Alan and in these emails he always seemed very friendly and truly reaching out to me as an independent person (from Stan), although he seemed outraged a couple of times at some of my responses on Twitter. It can certainly be called a fact that he is an absolute insider in everything, since, as Stan’s husband, he lives with Stan day after day.

Stan kept saying, over and over again, that he loves me, even calling me an “universal source of love”.

The “old” Stan, December 25, 2018:

Sending emails from the mailbox of Robbert van den Broeke:

And, same day:

The “new” Stan:

My firm impression is that many more people are involved in the Robbert van den Broeke-Stan Pluijmen-Joran van der Sloot and so on (than the already in this and previous blogs mentioned names) case, possibly even well-known names from the Dutch and international conspiracy and para world, and that casino fraud and para-fraud are not the only illegal business. Also consider Stan’s rare stubbornness about Natalee Holloway’s alleged remains in Grave 15 at the St. Anna Churchyard in Aruba. Even Joran briefly mentions that St. Anna in the clip Stan via the mailbox of Robbert van den Broeke dropped in my mailbox: (I provided English captions):

In April 2020 I received an invitation from a Dutch radio maker to talk about all this and Stan also received an invitation. Stan doesn’t want to and again only communicated this to me:

Stan says some interesting things in these audios and especially in this audio “15”: that he hates the web of lies he got into, and that he is threatened from all sides, but that it’s okay by him when/if I publish all his audios because he loves honesty. He also says that he had already recorded an entire audio for me, was “too honest” – and wonders if there is such a thing as “too honest” – and that he consequently deleted this audio. He talks (again) about his (former) drink and coke problem, and says the audios between 2018 and now on average were recorded with this addiction slur. He also asks if I don’t want to make fun of him and that he loves me. He goes on to say that he doesn’t think he can buy everything off with money. He doesn’t feel like thrill journalism about Joran van der Sloot, and that he’s not exactly boosting himself for being Joran’s friend ,and that this journalist who invited both him and me to talk about Joran van der Sloot and co must think he’s retarded. And also in this audio you can notice that he wanted to say something, but then “caught” himself, something “too honest” again?, and then his sentence stops.

To me it all seems the tip of the iceberg, and my hunch based on the thousands of emails and media files I received in total, is that this whole case has been a smoldering volcano that will erupt once. My personal hope is that this eruption will be thorough and that the whole cesspool will really open. There will be many “losers”, but also some big winners, and I hope Natalee Holloway’s parents will be among those winners to get the information about their daughter Natalee Holloway, which they have been entitled to for all these years, but never got. It is now (on May 30, 2020) exactly 15 years ago that she disappeared.

Something else to conclude this with: to this day, Stan never got my “secret request” (and no, this request is not about money). I asked something from Stan on Twitter, but it is up to him to see what it is, and because they claim to be clairvoyant, I was amazed that this wasn’t, and still isn’t, the case. And Stan, yes, this secret request still stands.

Edibles

The cannabis market has been released in California since late 2016 and I started experimenting with it mid-August 2019, though my initial try-out only lasted a month. My ex introduced me to it. My body however is not easily impressed. I quickly took more than only one or two of the 5mg THC edibles and up to something like 35 mg THC, leaving my ex far behind me, dose wise. Because of my body’s high degree of acceptance, real trips, as people imagine them, with bright colors and spacey effects, are more exception than rule with me. One trip felt like being in the water tunnel of Sea World, I hardly remembered my location my bedroom and I was boldly (though a little scared, yes) adapting to the new situation and hang-gliding in there, in that “green tunnel”. It lasted about an hour and a half.

The main effect of the edibles is that I sleep again. And that on average I feel a bit tidier and happier, more my old, more powerful self. I think everything in your mind is also reflected in the chemical balance in your body, and sometimes I think I’m increasingly missing “happy connections” in my brain, which seems to be offset by the “mind-altering” effects of cannabis.

In previous blogs I reported quite severe sleeping problems, a problem I always had, but they have mainly dissolved by now, which means that the sharpest edges are now gone. I sleep again even though I am still a light sleeper. It seems I have been catching up for a couple of years already. I initially quit the edibles after a month, because it seemed to me my body and mind weren’t fit to get high. Maybe I’m on a natural high already. My nightlife always has been very intense, just call to mind my lifelong and so very frequent experiences with intense dreams and out-of-body experiences. It is striking that as soon as I use edibles, I hardly or even don’t remember my dreams and out-of-body experiences and so on at all, even though I know I had them, by brief surfacing images. And as soon as I stop using the edibles, the clear memory of dreams and astral experiences returns immediately, mostly the next day already.

But on March 1, 2020 I took it up again. Something in me was stirred to give it another try. I longed for the diversion. I was already looking for distraction eleven days before the Corona Virus disease was declared a pandemic on March 11, 2020.

Immediately I entered an area that I now know a little too well about myself, namely not knowing my limits and being beyond measure, because I overdid it immediately, leaping from 35 mg THC last year to 50 mg THC this year. I got lucky the first time I took 50 mg THC and I had quite an adventure with Rob and the Lions as the lion was turning into a lion with extremely realistic male genital sensations.

Overconfident I repeated the amount four days later, and, had I had to wait for hours for some effect this first time in March, this time the cannabis supreme being struck very quickly (a signal that I have come to know as being the signal that you can also quickly end up in a danger zone, or: you are already in it). Something almost immediately went horribly and shockingly wrong.

A Brain Rollercoaster From Hell started to spin faster and faster with increasing noise, distorted images and the feeling of falling apart into dislocated body parts took possession of me. I tried in vain to stay on the wheel, but quickly realized that I was losing all control, no turning back and I just had to sit this very long Rollercoaster ride out. It is like getting under water in a maelstrom and being dragged along. I have experienced a near-drowning in Scheveningen sea at one time, so I know the feeling.

It got so bad that I had to stop myself from calling for help and an ambulance several times. I have heard about this through my ex, there are a lot of people who really go, respectively are taken, to the hospital. I could never have gone myself, I couldn’t even leave my room or go to the bathroom, and I didn’t want to, because my roommates were both at home. I wanted to save myself the embarrassment. I managed to go through this hell by my own, but really barely, just hanging on to a last strand of incredible stiff-headed willpower that I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. I’ve never been so sick of anything in my entire life.
My brain had ended up in a not-merry-go-round with a thousandfold squabble, I heard deafening percussion instruments like someone is hitting them only inches away from your face, even had an extreme smell sensation, but strange as it sounds with no specific smell, coming from nowhere, popping up like a cloud just right in front of my nostrils, a black-magic trick of the brain par excellence, and all this made any redeeming sleep impossible. I saw strange moving shadows, and my sickly reciprocating body could not calm down, my limbs no longer seemed to be attached to my body, and my brain was already a loosely floating unit. Everything was way too intense and I was so sick of it all, I couldn’t walk a meter and then the vomiting started for hours.

Still, the biggest Kudo goes to Love. Even in my darkest hour I was aware of my love for Rob and my cherished inner crew lions, sitting all around me on the bed, as they always do. I managed to keep them out of the turmoil, they stayed safe and clean the whole ordeal. I never touched them, nor did my upset stomach reach them.

I spun in my head and body, it felt like a near death. There was nothing I could do than to sit this out, my position ranged from sitting on the floor against my bed to half hanging over my bed, not able to lie or sit straight. Only after many hours did it start to disappear. Had I been punished for my nonchalance in taking 5 strips of each 10 mg THC! I had done it before, but this clearly was a jump straight into the ravine. It could very well be that one of the strips was spoiled again with a higher dose, but much more probably the THC messed up with the paracetamol and Zyrtec I had been taking as well just before I took the edibles (so I took the Paracetamol, Zyrtec and edibles at the same time). It must have been a chemical poisoning. When I consumed edibles with a total of 50 mg THC late April, 2020 again, nothing happened, not even a trip. I was just quickly lulled into a thick-clouded sleep.

The cannabis is having an effect on my appetite, it’s (very) reduced, I have already lost quite some pounds, but I am still overweight. When I restarted with the edibles in March 2020, you can say I was heavily overweight, probably my heaviest bodyweight ever, despite the many bike rides and the gym, no, I won’t tell what it was. Also not new to me, namely that everything always seems to work differently than average for me: cannabis causes a sharp decrease in my appetite and certainly not the “Munchies” (binge eating) as many articles about cannabis say, so quite the opposite. As I now tend to get nauseous quickly, a side effect of cannabis that is known and that indeed applies to me, my food consumption is very discouraged in this way too. And I rarely drink pure whisky anymore, because the combination with THC in my blood seems to be a bad one. Moreover, because I often sleep through the night now, I no longer snack at night which I did regularly.

With the edibles I sometimes end up in the morning when I wake up, or try to wake up, in a kind of semi-coma. In a previous blog I already described that I tend to lose contact with my body at night much more than usual, just call to mind my out-of-body experiences, but also think of my paralyzed limbs because they are in the wrong position, because I am far away. With the edibles I sometimes have the greatest difficulty in reconnecting with my limbs and regaining control, which is reflected in the fact that I cannot erect myself in my body for a while, let alone my finger or moving my hand, while I am just conscious and awake.

The Brakes

Something is hitting the brakes, which is reflected in my dream and astral life.

Two equally strong currents are pulling on me: the knowledge that there simply must be life after death, but also the skeptic objection of still seeing too little evidence. Rob was right that the dreams and out-of-body experiences don’t provide enough evidence in themselves. For instance, astral travelers are not able to see hidden number sequences or words while out there, and tell researchers the correct numbers or words.11

But the Rob lions Love connection does offer evidence to me. Rob’s love is extremely palpable and robust, like a physical body, which is proof to me that something incredibly strong is going on. I told about this earlier on: how completely devastated and empty I felt after losing my cuddly rooster and for years, I couldn’t find any cuddly toy that offered me anything. The magic had gone, taking with him the Love. Only after Rob’s passing in 2014, Love returned to me, and now lions are filling my heart, but only because Rob fills each and everyone of them with his love, but especially the multiple Rob lions (still nine in number). I couldn’t do it, I had tried and failed miserably, and consequently, somebody had to step in. And there was only one person really who could step in. That man was and is Rob.

Time passes by and the things that surface – many kudos go to the wonderful Beeld en Geluid Media Archive (TV appearances, radio interviews) – confirm that there indeed is a “mysterious” connection between Rob and me. This story also seems to tell itself, about every year a puzzle piece is added to the overall picture. I got to know Rob before ánd after his transition, but I only got to know his real, warm energy, how he feels up close, after his transition. I would now recognize him out of millions, he has such an incredibly strong, pleasant and warm, full energy, I see his beautiful Rob face and goatee, his full lips and enchanting, mindful, investigating, demanding and devoted looks.

We áre living together, by means of odds in science that are not fully investigated yet. I have already walked a little way down that street in my Quantum Entanglement blog. The Rob-Constantia daily orgasmic outbursts, extreme and heavenly beyond words, are still in full swing. This is Reality. This too is beyond doubt: we really are a match made in Heaven-Extreme, we are alike, in how we live and think. This is not accidental nor short-lived (I think I/we have already proven that after 6 years after Rob’s passing), and spelled out in the stars. Forever. This connection is able to stand the test of time and any distance.

I quote the following nightly experience, because it got me thinking about the true nature of our contact.
Ever since I let go of my biased ideas about the nature of “astral experiences”, I’ve been open to new ideas about what life after death might look like. I think Rob and I are mirroring each other, a venue I started to explore in my quantum entanglement “explanation”.

On April 12, 2020 I had a curious encounter with Rob (as always: hurray if I see him by any means) and many of my Rob featuring dreams, astral journeys, or whatever you want to call them, are characterized by playfulness, magic and hilarious twists.
In short, the following occurred:
I lived in a rather dark, but nice house with roommates, but it was not in Davis. Rob was there too! I was so happy to see him! He was in his middle-age, firmer statue appearance. I showed the house and I pointed to the chimney and said to Rob, “I would love to live in the chimney, I wish I was much smaller, then you and I could live in it!” This chimney was a corner in the house and resembled a column of light, it looked cozy and warm. Rob walked down to the chimney with me, briefly looked up in it, with an inquiring glance, and then said with a faint smile on his lips, a bit like he was high, but not exuberantly, and rather dazed, “Well, let’s do it then!” I was thrilled about his response and happily replied: “For real?!” I took his hand in mine and we walked together, his hand felt just like he looked: a little limp and clammy, numb.
We walked to the first floor where it was much brighter and where dinner was held, there were quite a lot of people already. But the surface was skewed, so the tables were also skewed. Because there was no walking space next to the tables, Rob and I walked over the tables to our seats in the back. However, I accidentally on purpose started to slide, while walking on these tables, then lost my balance completely and sailed back to the lower point, taking things on tables with me. “Sorry! Sorry!” I shouted out laughing heartily. I think I did this to get Rob’s attention and to make him smile. The atmosphere was exuberant.

At first, I didn’t understand Rob’s “numb” state. Now I start to think that Rob and I really mirror each other, maybe not all the time, but often. We do more than react to each other, we vibrate in the same state. We still do, even if there’s a whole universe of distance between us and no one informs us about what the other is feeling or doing. Rob was kind of numb and high in this event, but so was I (After all, I had eaten edibles during this time and the cannabis can also remain in your blood for many weeks). Now I don’t know about edibles, so far out in the universe, where Rob is, but they must have something there too. 😉 In this way, the ultimate clairvoyance exists by virtue of simultaneous vibration, even if there is an immense “between” space. You could also conclude that Rob lives since I live too. And where will we both be when I too leave my physical body? We’ll take it from there. There.

Future

“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

Since the divorce I have been sticking out my feelers about financial matters, and through a financial divorce arrangement through my ex I was entitled to a little money, but it wasn’t that much. I’m looking at things like stocks and bitcoin, but it looks like I’m going to need a big miracle to get out of my financial insecurity. It seems the only thing I truly feel deeply is that I don’t want restrictions on my freedom. My best talent seems to be my freewheeler talent and in this society, that’s almost unheard of. I tried several work/career things, but none of those really stuck to me. Maybe I was meant to be a freewheeler? Some people jump straight up the career ladder after high school and get applauded, and they therefore feel encouraged to step it up and with success, but I’ve been searching all my life and still haven’t found my destination. I have had my share of wrong turns much more than average, or so it does seem to me. It certainly seems I have been handed over to the gods in this way (whoever or wherever they are). Will my eternal happiness star, allowing me to live this uncertain lifestyle, abandon me? We shall see.

Time is passing at an alarming rate, especially when you look at families and how fast their children are growing up. These fast evolving children are the mirrors of your own age rapidly speeding up the higher numbers. The hour of truth is drawing near. After all, I don’t want to be old. This keeps me pondering almost every day, how to free oneself relatively painlessly from this physical body? There seems to be no easy answer. There still is some time left, but the clock is ticking a bit louder each day.

Rob Nanninga Quotes

Footnotes

[1] See the photos page on my personal website too and this YouTube clip. My ex was the one filming. He gave me a free SkyDiving ticket as he is an enthusiastic skydiver.

[2] See Lion Hearts, Part VI: “Under the umbrella of “Let’s get physical” I can add the following: for me there is one striking case in Davis, something that has been going on for years now. I believe that if there is such a thing as a past life – or should I better talk about timeless life from now on? – I “found” the man who killed me as a girl of about sixteen years old in a (past) life […] I wanted to report it anyway.”

[3] See the smoky photo gallery in Lion Hearts Part V.

[4] See previous blogs and you can start here.

[5] BN De Stem: Hoevens medium Van den Broeke niet langer verdacht van bedreigingen: ‘Ik heb de schijn tegen’
Internetbode: Rechtzaak tegen Robbert van den Broeke geseponeerd

[6] His turn to conspiracy theories with regard to the Corona Virus didn’t go unnoticed and was picked up by several media groups. NRC GeenStijl Mentionable is the fact that only a fraction of the YouTube commenters on this GeenStijl clip knows Robbert, some even think it is staged or that Robbert is an actor. It could also be they don’t recognize him, as he has changed very much in appearance. Van den Broeke received more publicity in May, 2020 when he was interviewed by Ybeltje Berckmoes of aspiring Dutch broadcaster “Ongehoord Nederland“, “channeling” Right-Wing leader Pim Fortuyn who was murdered by Volkert van der Graaf on May 6, 2002. Both aspiring broadcaster “Ongehoord Nederland” and Robbert were buried under severe criticism and scorn directly after this was aired.

[7] Robbert van den Broeke Bedankt zijn volgers ! and Medium Robbert van den Broeke talk about Constantia Oomen.

[8] See my Parameter blogs Fallen Angels and Behind The Scenes Of Robbert van den Broeke, Part IV (August 2018).

[9] See my Parameter WordPress and this external linkScreenshots in case the link won’t work at any time:

[10] Here are some links to that:
Van der Sloot openhartig over Natalee in nieuwe video
John van den Heuvel: Joran wist niet dat hij gefilmd werd
Joran van der Sloot verdacht in witwaszaak

[11] For further literature, you can start with Sam Parnia and his AWARE studies.

The End (for now!)

🌟 With many thanks to Rob Nanninga, Sjaan, Manfred and Luciënne (the latter for what she did in the Robbert van den Broeke & co case in 2016) 🤗

Publication date: August 6, 2019

CALL WONDERS GROUP (=Rob Nanninga)
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Contents

The magic-realistic Live Photo in Davis-Ivy Town
Quantum Entanglement
Snert particles!
New media files!
Gallery Space and Quantum Entanglement
Footnotes


The magic-realistic Live Photo in Davis-Ivy Town

The photo blog kicks off with an iPhone 7+ Live Photo as shot on November 21, 2018, in Davis – Ivy Town. I only discovered the photo on May 31, 2019; indeed, exactly 5 years and a day after Rob Nanninga‘s passing on May 30, 2014. Somehow I must have overlooked it for more than half a year.

My iPhone 7+ and iPad Air 2 (but strangely not my MacBook Pro) stubbornly keep referring to my residence Davis as “Davis – Ivy Town“. Finally, I looked it up (I don’t know why I did this so late) and have to say the reason amuses me, because obviously my Apple devices seem to play or flirt with my line of thoughts in my Lion Hearts blogs that increasingly seem to steer towards one direction: the existing of parallel worlds, multiverse and Another Davis (a concept I launched🚀), because Ivy Town means “a fictional city set in the DC Universe“.

Well, that is, only when finishing the English version of this blog did I discover that I actually live in “Ivy-Town”, the neighborhood that is, in Davis. By the way, I haven’t moved and have been living at the same address in Davis since October 2011. I have had two roommates since the divorce and since August 2019 they are two men, one working for the labor rights union and the other a PhD candidate.There even is a page for Ivy-Town in “my” own Davis Wiki. What are the chances to live in a block with that name! Who needs Apple devices to collaborate when one is actually living one’s train of thought!

At first I thought I applied some app effect to this Rob Lion Young photo and forgot all about it, but as the photo’s composition puzzled me, I swiped back in my iPhone and noted the photo was no edited photo, but a Live photo, as shot on the day of my first Woodland Sleep Research evening. The photos that follow are in the Research Center, and the preceding one a photo of Live Rob Lion Young photo as well, I converted it to .JPG here as WordPress doesn’t allow .HEIC yet. The photo shows Rob Lion Young, seated on my red towel wrapped bed-pillow on the passenger side of my Honda, as my bed companion for the night at the Woodland Sleep Research Center. I must have taken the photo from the outside of the car, as from this perspective the composition of the photo makes sense, except for the glowing white paper (?) shape below the car’s dashboard. In my opinion the photo excudes a sense of launching, Cosmos. Rob Lion Young seems to glide from left to right in the evening darkness, illuminated by the sparkles of the car glass, the light coming from outside….

Because only seven photos from earlier dates are available on this device, I must have emptied my iPhone photos shortly before November 2018. The lone seven photos consist of three photos of mating lions, a couple of selfies, a chicken photo taken at the UC Davis Domes during one of my cycling trips, and a Strava road map of cycl-artist Stephen Lund who created an owl-cycle image in March 2018, the date obviously noted as such by my iPhone.

The seven photos pretty accurately sum up my present life, as it consists of loving lion Rob Nanninga, birds, cycling, Strava and myself of course. My iPhone must have automatically arranged these lion photos chronologically, based on their exif data.

In the strange and enchanting composition of the photo, I see the brush movement of magic, Rob’s magic!

Quantum Entanglement

For even more magical realism that presented itself spontaneously in 2019, let’s spin to the second part of this blog: Quantum Entanglement. The Google News app on my iPad is my newest source of information and, since it’s based upon my preferences, has given me many search results about Quantum Entanglement since July 2019. Many articles revolve around the alleged “first quantum entanglement” photo:

In 1993, after getting my Master in German Language And Literature, I was planning to do a PhD at the UU German Department with subject: Verschlungenheit; entanglement: the understanding of history through all forms of art (literature included). A not very frequently used German word for entanglement in general is: “Verschlungenheit”. It’s a word I like very much and prefer over more common used German words like “Verschränkung“and “Verstrickung”.

The word “Verschlungenheit” was used by Peter Weiss in his titanic work “Die Ästhetik des Widerstands“. Verschlungenheit expresses that things are so interconnected that it is difficult to perceive them separately. My impression of the pronunciation of the word is that it beautifully supports its content: with the simple “Ver” the mouth opens, and with the “blowing”, unvoiced “Schlu …” the sound is brought together in a mini air-tornado spectacle, the sch pronouncing just like the English sound “sh,” as in “shower”. This is the famous German “Sch” sound, also called “Voiceless postalveolar fricative”.

The jump of this mini air-tornado “sch” sound in the “deep and heavy” //- sound (including the following – heit suffix) in my opinion confirms the idea of movement and jumping in something whereby (sound) particles are merged, after which everything resonates in unity.

Peter Weiss used this word in a literal sense to describe paintings and sculptures in which figures can be seen that seem to merge almost organically. But the entanglement concept also aroused Peter Weiss’ attention in a figurative way. He believed that human history can be authentically, realistically and truly understood through art, precisely because people are intertwined in a timeless way. According to Weiss, this timeless nature of the entanglement makes it possible to unify yourself reliably with historical events, even if they lie far in the past for you.

I abandoned the plan that I had already set in motion with asking and getting Helmut Lethen as my PhD supervisor. After all, I had studied so long already and I just couldn’t see it anymore, four more years.The reason I mention this all, is because the phenomenon of entanglement in another way already aroused my early interest.

Snert* particles!

* Snert is Dutch for pea soup but also used as a “Bad!” as in an expletive

Snert particles!
Snert particles!

Please note: All possible mistakes in the wording below can be looked up in a corrected other world version of mine.

In the world of the mysterious, the unexpected, that nobody actually really understands, clever thinkers try to get a grip on what may be elusive: those little bad particles, that – deep sigh! – only seem to goof around. Welcome to the world of quantum mechanics! It is the same quantum mechanics that tracked the entangled quantum particles, the seemingly impossible romance, but ever so real indeed!, between two seemingly (no cord) unconnected particles that coordinate their direction (up, down) by means of immediate vice versa tuning at any distance.

Without any overbearingness of understanding the whole physical concept1 of entanglement (to me, all concepts of entanglement are entangled), I am triggered by the plain description, and the photo of course, as I know that Rob Nanninga and I have been and are connected; perhaps connected like the particles that share their “fate” in an instant, over whatever long distance, so much “faster” than the speed of light, if you can talk about speed in this case. Scientists are still breaking their heads about this mysterious quantum entanglement.

Remember my in earlier Lion Hearts blogs mentioned sentence: “I can see you with my eyes closed, even when you’re at the other end of the universe“, I once wrote Rob in an email? Science would say that’s impossible, right? But it’s what I mean exactly. Yes, skeptics, you are right!, some things just can’t be true, but hey, they still are. Rob now is this particle “in the other room”, and it seems impossible that he and I are really connected, and more than that: share an exactly synchronized destiny, but I still think we are and do.

The “Peekaboo! Universe” by Niels Bohr (Rob-Bor, anyone?) that, in my own words, simplified, states that the universe can only be meaningfully measured by the observer who is observing it at that moment, and that it is as it were (. ..) does not even exist if there is no observer to perceive it2, versus the “no-nonsense” local-realism universe of Albert Einstein who posits that the universe exists anyway in the logical and permanent presence of objects and acting in speeds no faster than the speed of light, once again are in the spotlights they deserve in 2019. They take with them the serious consideration that there is such a thing as Superposition: the existence of possibilities at the same time, such as the cat who is both dead and lives by the observer’s grace, in Schrödinger’s thought experiment. Bohr stated that, apart from the observer, there are several possibilities at the same time, and thus several times at the same time, and that information can indeed travel faster than the speed of light, whereby Einstein’s imaginative term “Spooky action at a distance” became common. It would be the observer who, through his perception, cuts the cake to one particular point and thereby breaks the superposition of everything at once (the entire cake), thereby causing the collapse of the wave function (cake). Poof!, the cake as a whole is gone and you can only see and measure the part that you have just cut out.

This image contradicts Einstein’s version that particles are only interconnected by the information they already carried with them from the beginning when they originated/were created together, making exchange between the two unnecessary at all, so there would be nothing “ghostly” about the fact that they are connected to each other nor their supposed influence on each other. Their actions would simply come from their own properties that are connected to each other just like identical twins. It is also suggested that the two supposedly, alleged, or suggested “ghostly” particles interfering with each other – one being a spin up, then the other standard spin down – are in fact one and the same object, so that they are the same quantum unit.

I already stop here with the “explanation”. The more I read and view about quantum mechanics, quantum entanglement, multiverse and many-worlds theory, the greater my confusion becomes. This is really and certainly not up to me on this point to expand this. But I would like to quote the very remarkable sentence that I wrote to Rob, which is or seems so striking with the ideas of quantum entanglement, with a yellow marker and an exclamation mark.3

"I see you if you have to from the other side of the universe and also with my eyes closed" - Constantia Oomen in an email to Rob Nanninga, Jan 29, 2013, 10:10 PM

New media files!

On Sunday July 28, 2019, something yet again magical happened. In the very early morning I was looking on my iPad, and by hunch clicked on the Dutch Media Archive Beeld en Geluid bookmark I made in 2018 when ordering all Rob Nanninga files I could find in their archive. While again browsing “Rob Nanninga”, I rapidly discovered three new media files with Rob, two tv shows and one radio show! How was this possible? Did I overlook them in 2018? This seemed rather unlikely, because I was as driven to find them as ever. Thanks to the fabulous Beeld en Geluid that digitized their content’s availably in 2018 (coincidence!), within only two days I had two brand new, old video files with Rob in his thirties! No complicated and rather expensive money order at the bank and waiting for weeks for the hardcopies arriving all the way from The Netherlands, but paying immediately with a credit card and then receiving the download links within like 15 minutes. The third media (audio) file was not available for purchase at this time. I sent an email asking if they might have expanded their website data, because now I suddenly found three extra files from Rob Nanninga, but I have not (yet) received an answer to that email.
Such important ones too! You guessed it?: the video in which he wears his blue jacket, the photo of him he sent to me, the very first photo these Lion Hearts blogs start with!

FOUND! Rob Nanninga in his blue jacket!
FOUND! Rob Nanninga in his blue jacket!

Already on July 22, 2019 had I decided to publish this originally intended as a photo blog only as an official Lion Hearts blog, because relevant text came roaring!, but now, as to magically confirm the status of the planned part VII, these so incredibly dear and new to me moving-Rob images offered themselves to make the Lion Hearts VII something leonine special!

I won’t update (yet) on information about my personal life and astral experiences and related experiences with Rob and the lions in 2019. If Lion Hearts Part VIII is meant to be, it probably will come in 2020!

I won’t keep you waiting, here are the two video clips and a selection of screenshots I made of these:

And now, certainly of as dear content, let’s jump to the new Rob Nanninga Lion Gallery with the focus on cosmos and entanglement:

Footnotes

[1] There are supporters for the idea that quantum entanglement not only makes statements about physics, but for all science. In other words: that quantum entanglement can be active in or has consequences for all branches of science. See also the recommended links and videos in footnote 3.

[2] My personal addition to Bohr’s idea of the influence of the observer is as follows: I always find it amazing how it works when you read a book. After reading an x number of pages, you are fully immersed in the story; you see, as it were, a movie in front of your mind’s eye. If you close the book for a moment, the “movie” will stop. But as soon as you open the book again on the page where you left off, the movie starts again, at the point where you left off. And if you open the book on the “wrong” page and you start reading, the “movie” starts at the point where the book is at that moment. The whole book (however) is available at all times. The book therefore lives by the reader’s grace.

[3] Recommended links and videos, and it is probably advisable to watch them a few times. I also recommend this link, which is clearly linked to the videos (I thought it was so important that I had it saved in Internet Archive, because this page was not yet saved there: https://www.meetup.com/Quantum-Physics-Discussion-Group/events/238109121)

What is Quantum Mechanics?

Why the Many-Worlds Interpretation Has Many Problems

Entanglement is spooky, but not action at a distance

Rob-(Niels) Bo(h)r, anyone?

Niels Bohr
The observer’s influence
https://youtu.be/tafGL02EUOA?t=99
Albert Einstein
No influence of the observer
https://youtu.be/tafGL02EUOA?t=149

The numbers are getting higher and the stakes are also getting higher! Rob Nanninga Lion Nine of the multiples has arrived on November 1, 2018. He too is absolutely stunning! ❤️

The first thing that caught my eye was hís eye, one of two especially stands out. It’s very big and beautiful. And he quite literally jumped in my arms like he were moving by himself and lay tight and determined to my chest. I swear he keeps himself to me like that, no way on God’s green earth is he considering to let go, in an extremely strong force that is reminiscent of two magnets that stick together. This lovestory is still getting bigger and stronger! This ninth lion is hungry, figuratively speaking, but sometimes also literally. Eager (to be in my arms) is also a very good word to describe him. This is one strong-willed lion. He’s royally Hungry.

Click on and through the photos or swipe (depending on the device you use).

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And the whole crew: