Bee Visitation Number 1111

Jupiter Rising~~ Galactic Royalty

The above happened circa 2008 in Bakersfield during a shoot pre-Almond bloom. Instead of allowing the bees to forage, the commercial beekeepers take them to the desert and give them this shit sugar powder. I decided to see what would happen if I sat by the bees. They were that hungry. Little indentured slaves being fed slop instead of beautiful flower pollen.

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Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt a marvelous error; That I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my past mistakes. ~Antonio Machado (Spanish Poet 1875 –1939)

These tiny lovers, who create hot romances between plant life, have been associated with love throughout the eons. According to legend, bees were a gift to the earth from the planet Venus, sent to show us how we ought to live: in sweetness and in beauty and peacefulness.

We also find bees in the myth of Cupid – the bees are never far behind Cupid’s arrow. In Hinduism, these fuzzy creatures of light are depicted in the stories of Gods of Love like Vishnu, Krishna, and Kama. And in places like Bulgaria, honey would be rubbed on a bride’s lips before entering her nuptial chamber. Honeybees also represent rebirth, exploration, sexual maturation, and personal growth. These magical creatures are guides that serve as a powerful totem of our time.

For the Freemasons, the bee is a symbol of industry and hard work. It represents the idea that Freemasons should be diligent in their labors and strive to be productive members of society. They view the bee as a symbol of unity and cooperation. Bees work together in a hive, each bee playing a vital role in the functioning of the whole.

In the inverted world, however, the hive mind is maligned as a means of wiping out individuality, love, and sweetness and encouraging blind obedience and unison under the false guise of safety and the greater good.

In this inverted world, the good and principled are vilified and canceled; the bad and wicked are praised and rewarded. The elites are the agents of this false reality, controlling the masses with fake narratives and ensuring we comply with and follow lies and deceit.

But make no mistake; the benevolent bees are about making the world a sweeter place, not turning you into a surveilled slave devoid of soul, working in one-world governance.

The bees are magical, and they visit me. I feel like one lucky lady. I cannot tell you how many times they’ve shown up to remind me I am protected and not alone. I am very grateful. Last week, during a quick cyro dip in the beautiful ocean blue in South Beach, one just landed on me to say ‘hello.’ I just had enough time to whip out my smartphone to snap a shot before she flew away.

Hello, Sister Bee. Thank you for this bee blessing and for making a pit stop on me.

Vanishing of the Bees

In the late nineties, there were murmurs that honeybees, an ancient and keystone species crucial to our ecosystem and dinner tables, had begun mysteriously disappearing across the planet, literally vanishing from their hives. If bees retire from our landscape, we may as well bid farewell to the earth as we know it.

Imagine half a million adults skipping town and leaving their crying infants behind. Picture an opened suitcase filled with bundles of cash at a bus stop, and yet no robber wants to snatch it. The apiary science mystery known as Colony Collapse Disorder displays these very symptoms. Not only do the bees abruptly abandon their hive, but the queen and the brood as well. Unnatural. Unheard of. Even the predators that usually raid the hive for honey stay far away. At first, this occurrence sounds like an urban legend or an exaggerated tale. Except it wasn’t.

In 2007, I was looking for an idea to produce a documentary. Shortly after befriending George Langworthy, a young filmmaker in Los Feliz, we decided to collaborate. George and I had become fast friends, and while we were going to do a short on pet psychics using my troubled Tuxedo cat Penguin as the star, he told me bees were disappearing worldwide. Because of the mystery aspect, he thought it would make a good film.

At first, I have to admit the magnitude of the situation didn’t really register in my being, but as I conducted research on Colony Collapse Disorder (CCD), I observed a striking parallel between human beings and honeybees. With CCD, one of the main symptoms is that the bees mysteriously abandon their mother, the queen, along with the developing brood; meanwhile, our society was seemingly abandoning Mother Earth, choosing greed and consumption over preservation. It was as though the bees were saying, “We’ve had enough of all this destruction and excessiveness; we’re outta here.”

But in truth, they are being poisoned by neonic pesticides. You can watch my award-winning film here.

When I learned that bees are a sister society and that this was a global issue, I realized this was it. This was the film we were going to make together. I would spend the next five years of my life in full devotion to the honeybees. But not before they personally confirmed this with me.

You see, a week following my conversation with George, bees literally began flying into my life.

Bee Visitation #1: I was heading to a freelance gig. I worked for a production company that was developing DIY videos for YouTube. I was in charge of casting the actors and finding topics like How To Change Your Own Oil. As I got into my Jeep Cherokee, I noticed one bee on my windshield wiper. Back then, I was too scared to pick a bee up. Now, it’s second nature. So I got in my car and turned on my windshield wiper.

“OK. it’s time to go. I am about to hit the road.”

Well, Sister Bee stayed on the wiper. As I got on the 405, I spoke out loud to her, ‘Ok, Honey. This is as far as we can go; I am going to rip your wings off on the freeway. Please get off. “

When I got to Santa Monica, I decided to stop to get coffee. I still drank shit-toxic Starbucks, then. I wondered if she would still be there. And sure enough, she was. I went to get my warm beverage, and when I returned, she was gone. The honeybee had just hitched a ride across town. Was she escaping an abusive hive, I joked, or was she delivering a message?

Bee Visitation #2

A week after that, I was driving southbound in West Hollywood on my way to therapy when, all of a sudden, I found myself cruising through a dark halo of bees on La Cienega. There was an actual swarm hovering near The Beverly Center. I was shocked. Stopped at a light, I looked to my left.

“What the fuck,” the motorist beside me mouthed as she quickly rolled up the windows.

“Look at all the bees,” I heard her passenger exclaim.

To my right, another driver was rolling up his window, too. In fact, all the motorists were—except me.

“Come on in,” I exclaimed.

This was just my initiation into the Path of Pollen. Since then, I’ve had so many more bee visits. I’ve walked through two swarms while hiking a year apart, and I had a swarm appear before me by a pool while house-sitting in Benedict Canyon. Also, there was another day that I woke up in my former Beachwood bungalow to find my window covered with bees — on the inside.

On the day I was recording with Ellen Page (now Elliot Page), one single bee flew in and stayed in the corner of my office, where George and I directed her/him through the narration script while she/he was in a recording studio in New Brunswick.

Today, they call me the ‘Bee Lady.’

After making Vanishing of the Bees, people used to come up and say, ‘Hey, aren’t you that ‘bee lady?’ The woman who made that documentary?'

And the name kind of stuck—pun intended.

Jupiter Jones

In the movie Jupiter Rising, Jupiter Jones (Mila Kunis) is a poor toilet-scrubbing cleaning lady of a Russian immigrant who has no Idea of her crucial role in the cosmos.

Before I continue, while doing research, I found that the movie is now called Jupiter Ascending. What? I found the original title Jupiter Rising in a 2015 newspaper clip. Is this a Mandella Effect? Or did they change the name during production? I am not sure. But I personally remember the film being called Jupiter Rising, not Ascending.

Anyway, moving on.

In the film, Jupiter discovers her destiny as a heiress of intergalactic nobility when she encounters bees, and they begin to react as if they are under her control. Honeybees can really see all the things that are coming upon us here on Earth.

Jupiter Jones eventually fights to protect Earth's inhabitants from an ancient and destructive industry. I like the sounds of Jupiter.

You can watch the scene I am speaking of below.

They say God specially designed honeybees to discern the truth about prophecies in all of their forms and translations. So, it’s a suitable totem for me.

They say bees can recognize royalty. It’s not what you do. It’s who you are.

I used to cringe when someone called me ‘Queen Bee.’ It sounds arrogant. And besides, a Queen Bee’s life is not luxurious. She sits in the dark, laying as many as 2,500 eggs a day or an average of one every 45 seconds.

I, meanwhile, sit behind my desk, laying ideas and toiling like a worker bee. A typical foraging honeybee will work herself to death in about three weeks, the earlier three spent in the hive.

Under the Rona Regime, however, I have shifted my perspective. I am proud of the Sister Bee I have become, especially given the corruption and unaccountability.

In the face of so many dumbed-down, clueless sheeple, maybe I am a rendition of Jupiter Jones? Not so long ago, I thought, ‘Who will be the wisdom keepers? They are erasing our history and killing the low-hanging fruit—our elders. ‘

“You are,” is what I heard my higher self Spirit say.

I carry bee medicine. That may sound woo-woo, but I am not speaking about the New Age, blah blah. I am about cross-pollinating, cooperation, kindness, and serving the world to make it a sweeter place. Of course, I am far from perfect, and I sometimes sting. But at my cost, because carrying that venom of anger inside of me is not what the bees are about. They are about sweetness and making the world a better place.

With each passing day, I strive for fairness, discernment, mindfulness, self-awareness, and the greater good. I am a wise old soul who wants to save humanity as I watch man literally being morphed into a machine. I will continue to hold on to my goodness and gratitude.

I believe bees have their magical properties, and I am truly in service to them. Bees gave me purpose, which, by the way, is a key to a long life. I've been blowing the whistle on poisons for 13 years, trying to tell people that WE ARE THE BEES, slowly being poisoned by sublethal doses of toxins. And that now includes genetically MODIFIED DISINFO. TRIES *truth+lies.

Bee the Change you want to see.