31 Aug 2017 What will “recorded” history be for future generations? (Killing Cursive is Killing History By Michael J Leclerc, Huffington Post)

30 Aug 2017 – I’m on an unusual hair kick in my drawings lately

30 Aug 2017 – The image next to the woman is “spiraling out” a coming undone from the inside out about how I feel about the world right now.

Hello to you.  It’s 7:48 am this Thursday morning….almost Friday!  I ended up deleting the other blog last night in case anyone would be looking for it.  Just too redundant to be trying to keep two blogs active.  Went through older blogs and deleted a bunch of stuff.  As I was doing this, it occurred to me there is an ominous thing before us in recording history.  If our children aren’t learning to read and write on hard documents and digital media can so easily be deleted or manipulated….what is truth going to be of our past?  In our times we have been able to decipher, translate and recover history from found and discovered documents from those who came before us.  Sure there have been forgeries and altered hard copy documents but it takes more effort than altering a Word document doesn’t it?  What will there be of “recorded” history for those who come after us?  I have a trunk full of journals primarily written in cursive writing.  In these journals I have recorded my history and that of much I’ve experienced for 49 years which includes the history of the world through my perspective…..but who will be able to actually read it?!  Our Constitution and Declaration of Independence are all written in cursive writing and many of our kids today cannot read it!  Is this by design?  Poor planning?  Lack of vision?  Definitely something to give some thought to in our times of “fake news” allegations.

I found this very insightful article the other day.  I found it after seeing my friend had posted an amusing meme on Facebook about in the future people my age and older using cursive writing as a secret code:



11/12/2013 01:29 pm ET Updated Jan 23, 2014

Killing Cursive is Killing History

We’re going back in time, and not in a good way.

In the 17th and 18th centuries, the average person had minimal education and could not read or write. As late as the early 20th century, vast numbers of people still could not even sign their name. After huge strides during the last century, well-intentioned legislators are set to return us to those times.

For the past 20 years, schools have been continually de-emphasizing the teaching of cursive writing to students. The development of No Child Left Behind, and the newer Common Core Curriculum has only reinforced that. Fewer and fewer legislatures are requiring the teaching of cursive writing.

The argument for most of this is that cursive writing is no longer necessary. In today’s high-tech world of smartphones, tablets and computers, many people feel that cursive writing is no longer needed.

Unfortunately, there are many side effects of this kind of thinking. One of the more public instances of these problems occurred during the George Zimmerman trial, when a 19-year-old witness could not read a document she was handed — because it was written in cursive.
Growing up on the East Coast, one of the rites of passage in youth is usually a school trip to Washington, D.C. One of the most impressive stops was to the National Archives, waiting in line to walk through the rotunda holding the Charters of Freedom. The awe one feels when approaching the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the Bill of Rights is indescribable. These are the documents that we live by. Nowadays, you can even look at the originals on the National Archives website.

Unfortunately, this experience is one that future generations will never have. Reading those documents is as foreign to them as reading documents in 15th-century Secretary Hand to older folks. They will only be able to read transcriptions of the original.

This issue is not just about social history, but about personal history as well. For example, many young girls (and more than a few young boys) keep diaries and journals. They write about the details of their everyday lives: what they ate, who they played with, who they had a crush on, horrible teachers, etc.. Many keep these diaries and journals throughout their lives. Reading through them gives one a sense of what they were feeling at the time. But the children and grandchildren of these authors will not be able to read them, because they are written in cursive. And diaries and journals are not the only problems. What about the letters they wrote to each other? Or the cards they gave to each other on special occasions?

In order to read these personal documents, future generations will need to have someone transcribe them into a word-processing document.

Unfortunately, they’ll miss the subtleties in the handwriting to indicate feelings and emotions while writing. They won’t see the hard pen strokes of anger, and they won’t be able to see the beautiful flowing handwriting of happiness. Much is lost in the translation.

Not only can this generation not read or write cursive, they can no longer even sign their names. They write everything, including their own names, in block letters. Signing your name has been a proof of identity for hundreds of years. Those who could not sign their names would have to make their mark in front of witnesses. Contracts, mortgages, wills and all manner of other legal documents require our signature. What will the future bring for people who cannot put their signatures to documents?

What can you do to keep this tragedy from happening? You can contact your local school committee and encourage them to continue providing instruction in cursive writing to their students. The Common Core Curriculum does not ban the teaching of cursive writing; it simply does not include it. Several states have already taken the initiative to include cursive writing. Until then, there is nothing to prevent you from teaching your own children and grandchildren how to read and write using cursive. It isn’t that difficult, and a wide variety of resources are available online. Your local literacy center can also help you.


30 Aug 2017 Sky therapy, playing in the mud and tiny green insect eggs

Hi there.  It’s 3:26 pm on this Wednesday afternoon.  The weather has been really beautiful here today and I hope the same for the folks further south trying to recover from Harvey.  So to combat my rising irritability and restlessness, I went outside this morning to get an attitude adjustment.  I was thrashing about with music blasting in my headphones….threw around my steel poles….nope just couldn’t shake out the unwanted visitor inside.  So I got my cot and spent some time with my sky therapist(s)…..the clouds…the God of my understanding.  When I first got out there, hardly any clouds were around but when I laid down, spoke my mind and the tears began to flow it seemed like they and my large bird friends gathered around to listen and carry my troubles away with them.

27 April 2017 – sometimes when I’m in the zone outside I can imagine transforming into a huge bird.

After my “therapy” I felt like drawing so I drew some more of my cloud wisp people.

30 Aug 2017 Jackie Wygant pen and ink drawings wisp people Alvarado TX

Then I began thinking about the organic orgonite bowls I used to make.  So I gathered grass clippings from cutting the lawn yesterday, some dirt and put it all in a metal bowl with some water and started making round balls.  I know…very childish lol…but it felt so good having the muddy grass in my hands!  It’s hard to get much dirt without tearing up places in the yard that need to keep the dirt it has, so I wasn’t able to make bowls like before.  The last time I let the grass clippings compost (very smell operation!) and then added soil and other stuff like coffee grounds.  Anyhew…it came to me to make the Fruit of Life shape with the balls of muddy grass.  Look a bit like chocolate glazed donut holes don’t they lol?!

30 Aug 2017 Jackie Wygant Fruit of Life from grass mud and water Alvarado TX

18 Sept 2015 my organic orgonite bowls waiting to dry

When I finished and went to wash my hands and the bowl, I noticed on the underside of the metal bowl were collections of tiny eggs!  I looked on the internet to see what kind of insect eggs they could be – might be moth eggs?  Couldn’t find a conclusive answer but I don’t care.  It’s amazing how perfect and precise these eggs have been positioned on the bowl!  There are so perfect they look like something you might artificially manufacture!  Nature never ceases to amaze, surprise and delight me.

30 Aug 2017 possibly moth eggs on underside of silver water bowl that’s been out in backyard Alvarado TX

I hope wherever and whenever in time this post finds you that it brings something positive to your moment.  It’s so important that when you have emotions inside that you don’t know what to do with that you find a positive outlet to express them.  Sometimes the ways I find to do this may seem silly, but they work for me and I feel it’s important to pass what I experience on.  Sharing our experience, strength and hope of life’s difficulties and other things we go through is a big reason I feel we are here on this earth.  Little we face in this life is for “no reason” even if at the time it may seem like it.  Love, light and hugs from me to you!


29 Aug 2017 Feelings in chalk

 Hello to you.  It’s 10:32 on this damp, yet sunny North Texas morning.  I am feeling better inside than I was yesterday and that is partially due to just getting the rest I needed.  The other thing was expressing my inner feelings in chalk.  The sky apparently couldn’t stand looking at it and promptly washed it away shortly after I completed it LOL!

28 Aug 2017 – channeling my inner angst out into chalk

Apparently Hurricane Harvey is now headed for Louisiana and I pray for those folks – hope they have prepared.  We are in strange times, at many levels aren’t we?  It’s important to find healthy outlets for what is going on inside of us and out.


At the center of the universe is a
loving heart that continues to beat
and that wants the best for every person.

Anything we can do to help foster
the intellect and spirit and emotional growth
of our fellow human beings, that is our job.

Those of us who have this particular vision
must continue against all odds.

Life is for service.

mister rogers neighborhood – fred rogers – 1928-2003

 *Talked to my friend and soul sister Rhonda this morning.  Dreamt about her last night – there was something about interviews and turns out she is currently doing interviews to get a new job!  She is a hospice nurse….the epitome of a life of service!  She has such a positive attitude about this nail biting job hunt process and I loved what she said to a prospective employer about her future plans in nursing,  “I intend to stay marketable!”


*Thank you God of my understanding for my family, friends and all that is my life
– Rhonda – a song for people like you and I
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Beyond the Invisible

I look into the mirror
See myself, I’m over me
I need space for my desires
Have to dive into my fantasies
I know as soon as I’ll arrive
Everything is possible
Cause no one has to hide
Beyond the invisible

Close your eyes
Just feel and realize
It is real and not a dream
I’m in you and you’re in me
It is time
To break the chains of life
If you follow you will see
What’s beyond reality

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For non-commercial use only.
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25 Aug 2017 Food boredom and ladies in chalk drawings

Hello there!  It’s Friday morning, 10:54 am as I write.  How are you doing right now in your time and place?  Hopefully well.  I’m running pretty low today.  Got up at about 2 this morning as the Baron’s pizza we had for dinner last night decided to burn through me….twice.  We should know better than to eat such things, but sometimes nothing sounds good and that’s what ends up getting served!  Kyle got groceries today and bought a bunch of potato chips to spice up meals….sigh.  I’m grateful he did the shopping, but not happy to have 4 containers of fat pills in the pantry!  We are going through another blah phase with food….obviously if potato chips are a spice lol.   Despite these feelings, I’m trying to stay in a space of gratitude…at least we have the money to buy food!  It’s the little things right?!

Well the lady with red hair I shared yesterday was washed away within an hour or so after I completed her, so I replaced her with a retro looking lady with blue hair and this morning my subject has a little face paint.  I’m on a bit of pretty ladies with curls kick I guess!  Thinking about trying pin-up styles or something next.  We’ll see what the muses inspire!  Many hugs, love and light through these wires and on the winds blowing between us.

24 Aug 2017 Weird dream sequence and red haired lady in chalk

Hello to you.  It’s 11:54 am as I write to you this muggy, hot and mosquitoey morning!  Just came in to cool down after working on a chalk drawing this morning.  I’m tired again.  I know I’m sleeping otherwise I wouldn’t be dreaming.   I just wake up feeling exhausted.  Kyle is having the same problem.  He attributes troubles to inheriting family genes with the same problem and summer insomnia.  For me?  Probably just the “I’m getting old can’t sleep for shit!” problem lol.  We haven’t been able to pin-point any one thing that could be the cause and it’s going on two months of this now!

The weird dream sequence I remember was of walking in the snow and then hearing someone say, “she’s going to burst, she’s about to give birth!” and then seeing this glue-like substance on my legs.  It was wood pieces were glued to my legs.  Then there was a man that looked like actor Sam Neill laying on the ground screaming and contorting.  There was a man next to him holding a huge version of the citrine crystal I have and there was bolts of energy going from the screaming man to the crystal.  It was like the screams were charging the crystal (or was the crystal charging the man?! Hmmm!)

My bed side companions, crystal closest to you is citrine crystal

My mind putting together a lot of random stuff again….

This red haired lady looks a lot like my husbands avatar on FFXIV, Morrigu without the poofy red hair lol!

29 July 2017 Kyle Wygant FFXIV avatar Morrigu Deangelic – Paladin

24 Aug 2017 Jackie Wygant outdoor chalk drawing Morrigu red hair Alvarado TX

I hope you have a good day!  Love, hugs and light from here!


Be kind,
for everyone
you meet
is carrying
a great

ian maclaren – circa 1898

Adapted from original version: “Be pitiful, for every man is fighting a hard battle.” Ian MacLaren was the pen name of Reverend John Watson.

23 Aug 2017 GANS pendant and “Just draw”

Hello there!  How are you doing?  It’s 6:02 pm as I write to you.  Today has been a good day.  We did a trip to Michael’s (craft and hobby shop in Burleson) and restocked my chalk and I found some inexpensive vial pendants for GANS (http://www.plasmaproduction.org/what-is-gans.html).  Ever since I saw people were starting to make them I was inspired to make one for myself lol.  I have to say it feels good to wear it!

Source: https://www.facebook.com/groups/GoldenAgeofGans/ – Ihno Y Papendick Golden Age of Gans pendants (just one of many examples people have made)

23 Aug 2017 – pendant vial I picked up at Michael’s for GANS (Gas in nano solid state)

As I mentioned this morning, I was feeling like my creativity flow hasn’t been very strong the past few days.  Well when I went out with my chalk today, that familiar voice chimed in and said, “Just draw!”  Sometimes if I try to think about what to draw too much, that’s when I really get blocked!  It’s best to just go for it and see what comes through.  Three images came forth.  The first one is me imagining that the clouds above me in the sky are looking back down at me with bunches of eyes! LOL! Silly I know.  The second one is me experimenting with random colors to shape a face and the last just an image that keeps popping in when I’m under the sun.  I keep seeing the shadow of an angel in my minds eye climbing down to me.

I love the imagery in this message from Amma:


The sun shines down,
and its image reflects a thousand
different pots filled with water.

The reflections are many,
but they are each reflecting the same sun.

Similarly, when we come to know who we truly are,
we will see ourselves in all people.



23 Aug 2017 Eyes

Hi there!  How are you doing from where and when you are?  It’s 8:35 am on this Wednesday morning.  I don’t have an appetite this morning and haven’t been sleeping well for several weeks now.  I think it’s how busy I’ve been in the dream realms.  There have been lots of dreams.  So many I can’t keep track of them enough when it comes time to write them down.  Just before I woke up this morning, there was something about an elderly man and some sort of medical procedure that was helping his wife.  There was some liquid – thinking this was inspired by my interest in Keshe Foundation plasma.  The liquid was milky white like the stuff in the batch I have beside my bed.  Just before I woke up he received a call on a digital device from his wife, it was good news.  Wouldn’t it be nice to think that somewhere in the world this was really happening for someone?

Last night before bed I went out and did a silly chalk drawing to add to the mural I’ve got going on our back patio.  At first it was just one eye and then I decided to make a bunch more in the circles.  I’ve been having a little dry spell in my creativity flow….that’s o.k. because my chalks are almost used up except for the colors I don’t use very often lol!  Looking at it this morning, the drawing looks like something Pablo Picasso might have dreamt up!

Thank you for stopping by to visit here whether it was intentional or not.  Knowing my ramblings and scribbles might be a positive point in anyone’s day gives me encouragement to keep at it.  Much love and light to you and yours!


‘Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free,
‘Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain’d,
To bow and to bend we shan’t be asham’d,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come ’round right.

shaker song – simple gifts – elder joseph brackett – 1848

22 Aug 2017 Eclipse and Angel of the morning chalk drawings

Hello to you.  It’s 12:53 pm on this Tuesday afternoon.  How are you doing?  I have been trying to write in an alternate “universe” lol, blog, I Pay Attention (https://ipayattentionblog.wordpress.com) but am losing steam on it.  It’s frustrating to “start over” and irritating that I ran out of picture space but I’ve decided to make it a challenge!  So if you are new to visiting here and you look at some of my older blogs, which I’m going to start culling and going through today, you may notice lots of empty spaces where pictures used to be.  I’m going to refrain from using outside picture sources I think and see how that goes!  UGH!  May be at some point I’ll upgrade to the Premium plan but just can’t swing it right now.

21 Aug 2017 – chalk drawing I did yesterday after the beautiful experience of the eclipse yesterday.

I don’t know if you can make out the angel I drew in chalk this morning.  When I draw on my porch in the morning, sometimes the light isn’t quite right for taking pictures of what I’ve drawn.  I’ll try for a better picture later when the shadows are less harsh.

22 Aug 2017 – “Angel of the morning” chalk drawing I did today.

What came to me about her was “rising up” after adversity.  From the ashes of the past we rise, we ascend to greater heights.  Yesterday when I was outside laying on our bandstand during the eclipse, I had a vision of a huge angel descending from the sun.  Guess that’s where this drawing is coming from.  It was so beautiful to have one day where most of the world set aside it’s grievances and just focused on the eclipse….something positive.  May be that was the energy I felt in the air….it was lovely.

Love, hugs and light to you wherever and whenever this message finds you!

Beautiful prayer/intention from the World Prayers site: http://www.worldprayers.org/prayerwheel/index.html

Dear God,

i don’t know why i am here,
i don’t know why all of this has happened to me.

in truth, i don’t know anything at all,
and i don’t know the why of anything at all.

but there is nothing i need or desire or want…
as each new moment brings enough of whatever is necessary.

my prayer to you, is a simple prayer of heartfelt thanks:

i thank you, God…

…for allowing me to be whatever i am
…for the world and for all of the experiences of being here
…for the blessings of everything that appears in my life
…for all the beauty, the majesty, the mystery, the wonder you have created
…for the peace, the wisdom, the power, the glory that i have found in you
…for all the lights of the world you have given: my family, friends, acquaintances, relationships
…for using me as your instrument in whatever manner you choose
…for showing me the silence, the stillness, and the way to live without fear
…for the guidance of your will for my life

and most of all, God,

i thank you for Love.

your empty vessel,
your humble servant forever,

i am.

i’m free – tom hixson – 21 september 2006



11 Aug 2017 Out of picture space on my account – considering options! (that don’t involve paying more money!)

Good morning to you.  It’s 9:11 am on this Friday morning.  I am faced with a dilemma yet again. I’ve run out of picture space for my account here on WordPress and am not sure what I should do about it!  One option is to go through older blogs and delete them and the images that go with them, another just delete the pictures and keep and edit the blogs, yet another idea is to start a new blog and just leave this one open and lastly pay for the premium service each month so I can double the amount of pictures I can store.  Since I am an artist and like to illustrate my messages here with pictures, I am put in a tough spot lol!  I know I could give links to other photo sites and stuff like that but most people trying to read something find that annoying….I do anyways.  I don’t like having to go to a bunch of different places when I am going to a specific place hoping to get everything there.

I am reluctant to delete older posts straight out because there are a lot of people out there like me who do research for things and older posts are useful!  I am unaware of a tool on this site, without having to probably pay extra, that could help me know which posts are the most popular or most often viewed so if I do decide to cull a bunch of stuff, I don’t remove something people actually need to find.  Plus, going through 500+ posts is labor intensive and it’s like moving and packing your own stuff versus hiring a disinterested outside party to do it lol!  Or the struggle I went through trying to type up my journals on the computer.  When you go through your own stuff you get all wrapped up in the memories and it takes way too long to do it!  Someone who doesn’t have any connection to the stuff, whatever it may be, can get through a lot more far more quickly.  UGH!!

I’m leaning towards starting an entirely new blog but we’ll see.  Any suggestions?!

Part of the reason I love Grounding – basically spending time with the earth without shoes – is because of the feeling of connection I get with all the trees and life around me.


10 Aug 2017 Evacuation Dream (A.I)

Good morning to you.  It’s 7:46 am here as I write to you wherever and whenever you are as you visit me here.    I hope this finds you well today.  My prayers/positive vibes go out to you for whatever your current situation and conditions.  I hope you will choose love over hate as you go through your day.  I want to give a shout out to friend Paul David Ridley who recently had surgery to restore mobility to his body (especially his hands) and is in the process of a great recovery – Yay!

Paul David Ridley

The dream I want to share was one of those thought provoking dreams.  If it was the end of the world and we had to evacuate and we had sentient A.I beings and they asked to go along, would we make room for them?

So the dream was about what seemed to be an evacuation from a world and all the “places” had been set.  There was a woman who watched her lover who apparently had been betrayed incinerated with other prisoners in an enclosed room.  I’m not sure if the man was human, because afterwards there seemed to be like mannequin heads in their places.  She was desperately trying to collect his ashes/DNA to take to the new world.  She had laid down a long strip of orange sticky stuff.  There were odd A.I lifeforms that started to show up last minute for a place.  I was carrying an artificial seal that was very heavy before I woke up.  I remember seeing what appeared to be pilots.  One had on a long powder blue coat with a black collar and he was wearing a flying cross.  He was tall with black hair.

Man in the dream looked a lot like King Ludwig only the coat was the lightest blue color in this painting and he didn’t have facial hair.

Source Internet – painting of King Ludwig II on one of his night time sleigh rides