Welcome to my blog; my name is Rose Dewy Knickers. Through my words I wonder why and how I came to be. The more I learn, the more I realize that the world is not meant for people like me; the ones who are different. Do I care? Not one bit. So flash your knickers here and leave a comment. Maybe even join the Fresh Knickers Club.

Monday, January 1, 2018. Said the dusty old Sanhedrin. Said the Pilate from the Black Sea. At Nicea Press, inc. For being a friend of the Son. I know Mary Magdalane,. Tuesday, August 8, 2017. That feeling when I wake up.

Occasional delicious Irony, observations, RANTS, perceived beauty. Saturday, August 13, 2016. Telepathy is not remotely sensing what others are thinking and feeling as much as it is letting go of ones own identity and sensations for a time and inhabiting the others. We all do this constantly at a sub conscious level all the time, this is called Morphic Resonance. These mental objects, identities, whose are they? Posted by Delicious Irony. Friday, March 6, 2015.

Monday, November 11, 2013. Going to the Chapel . In exactly 43 Days I will be standing infront of that chapel - the doors will be closed - and waiting on the other side will be my soulmate . Monday, November 11, 2013.

Tip-toe in my heart quietly and listen. hear the blood rushing , rushing , rushing . can you hear? Saturday, April 14, 2007. Deep inside me, somewhere it is hidden. It shows in flashes, little by little. I have to hide it. My speech, oh, how wonderful it would be! What a hero I would be! Saturday, April 7, 2007.

In vandag se lewe is dit moeilik om enige groot,mooi, eenvoudige of goue keuse,opinie ens. My vraag vandag is hoekom moet dit gewaardig word.