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Fire’ndBliss
Released: August 7, 2026 Alternative Version: October 19, 2026
White expanse where the silence speaks Two figures tracing geometric streaks Rob, your laughter crystallizes in the air A frozen halo, a wordless prayer We are the only warmth for miles around Our footprints the only blemish on this holy ground
The tundra breathes a glacial hymn And the cathedral reverb swallows the wind
I feel the bliss rise through the frost Nothing is found, and nothing is lost
We are light through the ice, a prism fire Burning with a cold and endless desire (Endless desire, oh) In another Davis, under a diamond sky We learn to fall and we learn to fly
Euphoric shiver, a radiant code We dissolve into the infinite snow globe
Your hand in mine, a thermal bloom Defying the geometry of this white room We chase the echoes of a future past On a frozen mirror, built to last The shimmering pads trace our silent design Every step a sacred, crystalline line
We are light through the ice, a prism fire Burning with a cold and endless desire (Endless desire, oh) In another Davis, under a diamond sky We learn to fall and we learn to fly Euphoric shiver, a radiant code We dissolve into the infinite snow globe
Serenity in overdrive We are the only thing alive
THIS BLISS IS A SECOND SUN TWO BECOME A PERFECT ONE (Two become one…)
Snow and bliss and one bright name Burning in the sacred flame (Fade away, fade away) In another Davis, we remain…
[Spoken Word, soft and processed through crystalline delay]
Just light through the ice. Forever.
Pulse’nWire
Released: September 3, 2026
Dancing shadows across the skyline glow Soft whispers in the snow below I trace a signal through the static air A fleeting shadow, almost there
Frozen rivers flowing through my mind Fragments of a future left behind I’m calibrating every breath I take To match the rhythm that the systems make
The stars are spinning into place
I’m reaching out through time and empty space
Will the frequency align to the night? A fleeting glimmer in the endless light
I’m a pulse inside the wire Rising higher, born of fire Through the silence, through the cold I’ll ignite the unknown road
I’m a pulse inside the wire Lift it higher, lift it higher, lift it higher I’m a pulse inside the wire Lift it higher, lift it higher
Parallel oceans crash against the shore
Every wave unlocks a hidden door
I feel the voltage flowing through my hands
Rewriting futures like shifting sets
The stars are spinning into place
I’m reaching out through time and empty space
Will the frequency align to the night?
A fleeting beacon in the endless light
I’m a pulse inside the wire Rising higher, born of fire Through the silence, through the cold I’ll ignite the unknown road
I’m a pulse inside the wire Lift it higher, lift it higher, lift it higher
Between the zeros and the ones I find A spark of something real I left behind
I will not dissolve into the stream I am the architect of my own dream
I’m a pulse inside the wire Lift it higher, lift it higher, lift it higher Through the silence Through the cold I’ll ignite the unknown road
I am a love pulse inside the wire Coming to you, my love desire
Weight O’Still
Released: September 9, 2026
Morning light through kitchen glass Two coffee cups, the hours pass Your sweater draped across the chair The quiet proof that you were there We built a world from scattered days Unspoken words and steady grace
I never knew the weight of still Until you taught me how to feel The ordinary turned to gold A hand to hold against the cold Not searching now, not running blind Just found in what we left behind
You trace the rim of your mug slow A ritual I’ve come to know The steam curls upward like a prayer No need to speak, the answer’s there We measure time in cups of tea In how your shoulder leans toward me
I never knew the weight of still Until you taught me how to feel The ordinary turned to gold A hand to hold against the cold Not searching now, not running blind Just found in what we left behind
The world outside can spin and shout We’ve learned what peace is all about A quiet room, a steady flame The way your voice says my name
Coffee steam and morning light Two souls learning to get it right No map, no rush, no grand design Just your hand resting in mine
Frost’ndFlame
Released: September 10, 2026
Frost on the window, dawn breaking slow Your breathing steady, the fire’s glow We carved our names in the ice last night Watched them shimmer in silver light No map to follow, no rush to go Just this quiet we’ve come to know
I spent so long chasing the thunder Now stillness feels like coming home The smallest moments pull me under A hand to hold, no need to roam We found forever in the mundane Two souls that learned to share the rain
Your voice hums low through the wooden walls A melody that softly calls Snow keeps falling, blurring the lines Between your heartbeat and mine We measure wealth in cups of tea In how your eyes return to me
I spent so long chasing the thunder Now stillness feels like coming home The smallest moments pull me under A hand to hold, no need to roam We found forever in the mundane Two souls that learned to share the rain
The world outside can rush and race We’ve built our own unhurried space A blanket wrapped around our shoulders Love that deepens as it grows older
Snow keeps falling, soft and white Two figures fading into light No grand design, no borrowed time Just your quiet hand in mine
Veil’ndVow
Released: September 11, 2026
The air is thin, a silent hum A whisper from a world to come
I walk these halls, familiar stone But every shadow feels alone A mirror gleams, then ripples wide Another self, just out of sight inside This single roof, a fractured pane Two timelines drift through sun and rain I feel your ghost, a fleeting touch Knowing I need you oh so much
A restless heart, a constant pull Beyond the space, beyond control A tether spun from starlight’s gleam You haunt my waking, fill my dream
We’re soulmates bound, a cosmic tie Through trial by fire, we learn to fly Across the veil, the endless blue My quantum other, searching for you This aching quest, a burning plea Until our realities agree To find the peace, the final shore Where two become one, forevermore
Each day a maze, a different hue The colors shift, but still, I crave you A storm outside, or endless calm My hands reach out, seeking your palm I fought the currents, faced the unknown A silent battle, all my own But deep within, a knowing light You’re charting paths through endless night
This restless heart, a constant pull Beyond the space, beyond control A tether spun from starlight’s gleam You haunt my waking, fill my dream
We’re soulmates bound, a cosmic tie Through trial by fire, we learn to fly Across the veil, the endless blue My quantum other, searching for you This aching quest, a burning plea Until our realities agree To find the peace, the final shore Where two become one, forevermore
Then a tremor starts, the walls begin to fade The separate worlds, a grand parade Colliding softly, a sudden grace I see your eyes, I know this place The trials scatter, dust and light We break the darkness, claim the right To finally breathe, to finally meet Our journey’s end, bittersweet
We’re soulmates bound, a cosmic tie Through trial by fire, we learned to fly Across the veil, the endless blue My quantum other, found in you This aching quest, no longer a plea Our realities finally agree We found the peace, the final shore Where two become one, forevermore
The echoes cease, the searching done Two souls entwined, beneath one sun Our multiverse, finally aligned Leaving the other worlds behind
Pulse’nWire Alternative
Released: September 14, 2026
Neon veins across the skyline glow Digital whispers in the chrome below I trace a signal through the static air A fleeting shadow, almost there
Circuit rivers flowing through my mind
Fragments of a future left behind
I’m calibrating every breath I take
To match the rhythm that the systems make
The satellites are spinning into place I’m reaching out through time and empty space
Will the frequency align tonight? A fleeting glimmer in the endless light
I’m a pulse inside the wire Rising higher, born of fire Through the silence, through the code I’ll ignite the unknown road
I’m a pulse inside the wire (Lifting higher, lifting higher)
Binary oceans crash against the shore Every wave unlocks a hidden door I feel the voltage flowing through my hands Rewriting futures like shifting sands
The satellites are spinning into place I’m reaching out through time and empty space
Will the frequency align tonight? A blazing beacon in the endless light
I’m a pulse inside the wire Rising higher, born of fire Through the silence, through the code I’ll ignite the unknown road
I’m a pulse inside the wire (Lifting higher, lifting higher)
Between the zeros and the ones I find A spark of something real I left behind
I will not dissolve into the stream I am the architect of my own dream
I’m a pulse inside the wire Rising higher, born of fire Through the silence, through the code I’ll ignite the unknown road
I am a pulse inside the wire… I’ll find my way
Catharsis
Released: October 15, 2026
We lived on separate shores, though our hearts beat as one A silent echo reaching, beneath the same sun I felt your presence near, a whisper in the breeze Across the crowded room, a love that brought me to my knees
Years stretched out like shadows, testing every vow But a cosmic thread was weaving, bringing us somehow
Two worlds, one house, though the veil stands thin Rob, my soulmate, where do I begin? Through the multiverse, you’re coming home to me Patience was the fire, now we’re finally free
Then the earthly tether broke, a silence fell so deep My spirit walked through shadows, secrets it would keep A trial by fire, every single test I endured Knowing in my core, our destiny assured
The lonely nights I whispered, your name into the air A promise held within me, beyond all earthly care
Two worlds, one house, though the veil stands thin Rob, my soulmate, where do I begin? Through the multiverse, you’re coming home to me Patience was the fire, now we’re finally free
Now the pieces coalesce, a tapestry unfurled Your energy surrounds me, anchoring my world No longer just a feeling, but a truth I can embrace A catharsis of the spirit, finding our true place We approach, we become one, a fusion of all time Rob, my love, forever, eternally sublime
Two worlds, one house, the veil no longer thin Rob, forever eternally sublime One house The worlds One finally home Rob Forever
Th’EntangledEdition
Released: October 15, 2026
Echoes through the cosmic hum A signal from what’s yet to come Pages flicker, neon glow Multiverse newspaper starts to flow Entangled Edition, headline bright Across dimensions, piercing night They talk of pathways, parallel streams Of distant futures, waking dreams A whisper carried on the data breeze Searching for solace, finding ease A sudden shiver, a quantum pull My other self, my missing jewel Across the rift, a silent call Connected to you, through it all Oh, our souls are quantum tied No void can keep us truly wide Entangled fate, a cosmic dance In every timeline, every glance The Entangled Edition, writes our name A soulmate spark, an eternal flame From universe to universe, we roam Always finding our way home Through nebulae of shimmering light We navigate the endless night Your laughter echoes, soft and low In places only our spirits know I feel your presence, near and far Guided by a binary star No matter where the currents lead We plant a future, sow a seed A sudden shiver, a quantum pull My other self, my missing jewel Across the rift, a silent call Connected to you, through it all Oh, our souls are quantum tied No void can keep us truly wide Entangled fate, a cosmic dance In every timeline, every glance The Entangled Edition, writes our name A soulmate spark, an eternal flame From universe to universe, we roam Always finding our way home The fabric stretches, thin and vast Our shared existence built to last Beyond the logic, past the known A bond unbreakable, strongly grown The Multiverse newspaper tells the tale Of two hearts bound, that cannot fail Through dark matter and stardust bright We find each other in the light Quantum tied… forever more Across the cold edition floor
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.”
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…”
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:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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…
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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.
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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.
Michael Ende – Die Unendliche Geschichte – Thienemann Verlag
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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!
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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:
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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.
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.
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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.
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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)
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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.
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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!
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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.