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Did Christ really appear to me in Paramaribo?

JUST OPEN THE DOOR (lyrics)

Talk about the beloved Son.
Don’t want him to be imprisoned.
Say a prayer for the only Son.
Get him out of this dirty prison!
He’s all by himself.
Why don’t you stop thinking of yourself?
Don’t you know he badly wants to come closer?
Yeah, he’s not just another fake poser.
So we’d better move one step closer!
We… we need the key to open the door.
Don’t feel scared anymore.
Just maybe there’s a way to save his life.
We must do what’s right.

A few days ago, on October 3rd, I wrote this song, and then on October 6th I made an a cappella recording of it with my smartphone. Click on the audio file below to listen to the song.

A very special event from my childhood inspired me to write this song. As a child I saw a Christ-like figure and I now wonder if this man was the real Christ himself or someone else. So in other words, did I see a supernatural being or just a mortal? It’s a rather bizarre question, I guess. After decades of carrying this secret memory around, I would like to share my story with you. My life on Earth is only temporary, so I better tell it now before it’s too late. After telling this story, I would also like to share my thoughts on the Bible, God, Satan, the concept of heaven and hell, and discrimination by fake Christians.

I was born (7 October 1978) and raised in the Netherlands. In July 1989 I was 10 years old and went on vacation to Suriname. I spent a day with my biological father who lived in Suriname. At that time he worked as a representative of the prosecution in Suriname. We drove through Paramaribo, the capital of Suriname, in his red sports car. He bought me a big white teddy bear and also a black female doll (Surinamese kotomisi doll) from a souvenir shop, because I loved dolls, even though I was a boy. I was a more girly boy, which was an early sign that I might be gay, by the way. We also went to the zoo that day and afterward I watched a movie with one of my cousins at my dad’s house in the afternoon. That same day, probably in the morning (or maybe it was the afternoon? Sorry, I don’t remember), he took me to the police station in the center of Paramaribo, because as a public prosecutor he could easily gain access there. He wanted me to see real prisoners. I thought that was a great idea and I was very curious. Inside the police station, to the left of the reception, my father showed me the jail cells at the back of the building where the prisoners were behind closed doors, so we could not see them directly, but there was a small observation window on every jail door. There was a wide corridor with prison cells on the left side and also on the right side. So we started with the cells on the left. My father lifted me up at every jail door, so that I was able to look through that little window. I saw many dark men of African descent. Those men looked at me while sitting on chairs. In most cells there was only one prisoner. I vaguely remember seeing two men in one cell. Every guy wore regular clothes: a T-shirt and pants. The men were very calm. There was also some other furniture in their cells such as a table or a bed. Finally, my father and I walked to the last jail cell on the right side of the wide corridor. He lifted me up again and I looked through that little window. I saw a man sitting on the floor, in the left corner against the wall, at the back of his room. He was the only prisoner with light brown skin and dark wavy hair down to his shoulders. I was surprised, because it was unusual for Surinamese men to have that long hairstyle and he did not look black (West African), Hindustani (Indian), Javanese or Chinese, which are the largest ethnic groups in Suriname. Or maybe he was mixed (biracial or multiracial)? So I wondered where he came from. Was this guy from Suriname or another country? Maybe a Latino from Brazil or an Arab from the Middle East? I did not know. Anyway, his cell was completely empty inside. There was no furniture (chair, table or bed) at all. There was only a small light on the ceiling. The man sat on the floor with his knees up. When he saw my eyes, he got up slowly. He was wearing a loincloth, the rest of his body was not covered. He was slim to slightly athletic and tall. Then he walked towards me, so I got scared and told my father to put me down on the floor. Then after a few seconds I asked him to lift me up again. I looked through the window again and saw the prisoner walk away, but then he turned around suddenly and walked towards me again. I got scared again and told my father that the prisoner was coming back, so I told him to put me down again. Then after a few seconds I told my father to lift me up again, so that I could look at the creepy prisoner one more time. The tall guy already walked away, but then he turned around again and came back to me! I told my father to put me down again. This went on for a while until the prisoner gave up, probably tired of this game, and didn’t turn around anymore. He walked back to the wall of his room and sat down on the floor again while leaning with his back against the wall. I asked my father to put me down again. Then we walked away and left the police station.

So this is a real-life event and not a dream, but the prisoner looked exactly like a man that I had seen in a dream in 1985, when I was 6 years old. In this dream a man reached out his hands to me and showed me the stigmata in both hands. I have talked about this before in another blog post. That’s why I wonder if this prisoner was Yeshua himself. Did the Christ appear to me in a cell at a police station in Paramaribo? This question will haunt me forever. To be honest, it took me many years to realize that the prisoner looked very much like the wounded man from my dream in 1985, although the prisoner had dark brown hair and the Christ from my dream had black hair, but I think hair color is less important, as this can change depending on the lighting in the room. They had the same type of face and body. Both men looked sweaty and wore loincloths. Why didn’t I notice this before? Strange that I was so blind. It’s one of the weirdest experiences in my life. I still can’t explain it, because it goes against all logic. I know that the historical Yeshua, who lived in the Roman province of Judaea, may have been a black African man with curly or kinky hair, but the man I saw in my 1985 dream looked different and seemed more like an Arab or a Palestinian. So which one is true? I don’t know, so the actual appearance of Christ remains a mystery. I think the Christ wanted to be recognizable to me, since I was just a little child, so that’s why he decided to appear as a more familiar version of himself, namely a man with light brown skin and long dark hair that fell to his shoulders. By the way, I believe the prisoner that I saw in 1989 was a real person and not a spirit. I’m not sure if my father saw the prisoner. Back in 2003 I asked my father in a letter if he could remember this event. He did respond to my letter, but he didn’t address my specific question about our visit to the police station. Perhaps he’d forgotten, because it took him a few months to reply. As an adult I haven’t had another opportunity to discuss this memory with my father, because I had very little contact with him after my 19th birthday. Fortunately, my mother still remembers that I was with him that day in July 1989. My cousin still remembers it too. Sadly, my father passed away on 6 January 2018, coincidentally also the day that I was baptized in a Catholic church in The Hague in 1980. As a child I did not see him often, because he lived in another country, but I do know that my father was a Christian. When I was about 9 years old, he visited my home in The Hague and gave me a present. It was a book, my first Bible, the children’s version with colorful illustrations. Most of the time I just looked at the pictures and sometimes I read stories about Genesis, Adam and Eve, David the Shepherd, the Binding of Isaac, the Nativity and Crucifixion of Yeshua, but I never read the Bible from start to finish, so there were a lot of stories about Christ that I didn’t know. Besides, the children’s version has been abbreviated quite a bit, as many stories and details from the adult version have been omitted. I was in my 20s when I decided to read the adult version of the Bible for the very first time, but I never finished the book, because I didn’t like it. Actually, I do like some parts of the New Testament, but I don’t like all that threat of making sinful people weep and gnash their teeth in Gehenna. I do not recognize Christ in these intimidating words, so I think it’s a lie. Christ never spoke in this nasty manner. It’s simply not how he thinks. He often spoke about forgiveness. Yeshua is not a sadist. I especially dislike the Old Testament because the Hebrew God is so unsympathetic, just not a nice guy at all. By the way, I don’t believe that God is an old white man with a beard who lives in heaven. In fact, I believe the real God does not look human at all. God is much greater than that. Secondly, I’ve never believed that Eve was created from Adam’s bone, which is one of the most misogynistic stories in human history. Third, a loving God would never ask a father to sacrifice his own son (Isaac) and would never kill children, as the evil Hebrew God did to Egyptian boys according to Exodus. Fourth, the Jews are not God’s chosen people. They should not have any privileges over other ethnic groups living in the Southern Levant, such as Muslim Palestinians and Arabs. That is discrimination. A loving God would love everyone. I have also never believed that the Hebrew God of the Old Testament and Christ of the New Testament are the same person. Christ never claimed to be God and never said that you should worship a human being. I believe the Bible is full of lies made up by evil men. The God mentioned in the Old Testament is not really a god, certainly not a loving one, and did not create the universe, but I do believe that Christ is an angel who came to Earth and tried to make people more tolerant of outcasts and scapegoats. He wanted to teach them about love. Gehenna is a lie. Maybe hell is a place in your heart and soul, filled with hate, but it’s certainly not a fixed physical location somewhere in the universe. A loving God would never ever create a place of eternal punishment. It’s barbaric. Evil men spin stories to put fear in your hearts. It’s simply brainwashing.

Of course, I also disapprove of the Hebrew God calling feminine homosexual men an abomination, as I’m a gay man myself. Yes, I’m glad there’s no medicine to cure me of this wonderful gay ‘disease’. Some Christians say it’s okay to have gay feelings, but not to act on them, which is even worse, because it means they want a gay man to remain single for the rest of his life. No love, no friendship. What’s the point of living if you’re forced to live by someone else’s man-made book, preventing you from being yourself and having real contact with people? Humans are social animals. Love is much older than the Torah, the Bible and the Quran. So yes, homosexuality is much older than all those books. You should not need permission from people around you just to date another adult man or woman. Another prejudice among Christians is that they call homosexuality and pedophilia the same. It’s simply a way to demonize gay men. Most gay men are not pedophiles. As a matter of fact, I think there are many more straight men who are pedophiles. So where does this prejudice against gay men come from? Perhaps from the negative Christian rhetoric about homosexuality in ancient Greece? Were all gay men in Greece really pedophiles? Because that seems to be what many people think. Or is that just a lie from homophobic Christian historians? Are Christians so much better? Why is there so much child abuse by priests and nuns in churches? Well, it’s a complicated subject and I won’t blame the sins of these churches on Christ because he never supported pedophilia. Although I’m very critical and skeptical of the Bible and the church, I still love Yeshua because I believe he would never bully or discriminate homosexual men, women or black people. He said that you should treat others the way you would like to be treated. Love your neighbor as yourself. Christ also disapproved of casting stones at women and scapegoats. In other words, he was a very peaceful and nonviolent man, probably an Essene (follower of John the Baptist). The Essenes were ascetics who were often unmarried and chose to remain single. So it saddens me that millions of mean-spirited people call themselves ‘Christians’, even though they clearly are not, and use Christ’s name to oppress LGBTQI, women and black people, because that was never Yeshua’s intention. Everything they do is the opposite of what Christ wanted to teach people. He never supported toxic hypermasculinity or white supremacism. In fact, he was not a white man. So people who do evil in Christ’s name are fascists and followers of the Antichrist, not of Christ. In other words, they are not real Christians.

I think I know who the devil is, because I have met him in dreams too. So I know the difference between Christ and the devil. And let me tell you, the devil does not look like a red-skinned or dark-skinned man with horns on his head, as we always see in paintings, illustrations and movies. The devil is much more likely to appear on Earth as an attractive light-skinned person in a suit and tie, because he will try to gain your trust. He knows that many people will look at him, listen to him and worship him. I believe that the Antichrist would choose to appear as a man and not a woman because white men tend to get more attention in our misogynistic and racist society. Moreover, evil is more present in men than in women. I know that many women can be violent psychopaths too, for example, female soldiers in the IDF aka IOF (Israeli Occupation Forces) which is committing genocide in Gaza in Palestine, but throughout human history most criminals (especially top criminals) have been men. It’s easier to seduce men into committing evil acts because most men simply cannot express tender emotions and want to make a lot of money quickly. They can’t give love because they are too selfish and that’s why this world is a mess. The Antichrist is the worst man of all. He is the most toxic male role model for young men and boys you can imagine. He will teach them to become narcissists. That’s why he deserves to be called the Antichrist. He will divide and conquer, support gun violence and instigate wars. He will never try to create a safe world for children because he doesn’t care about them. We are just numbers to him. This is the evil entity that y’all are dealing with. Wake up, people! The great castle is on fire! It seems like Gehenna or hell is a place on Earth right now, but it was not always like this, so where and when did it go wrong? I can imagine that many people believe this world was created by Satan and not by a loving God, as there is too much suffering on Earth. There have been too many genocides throughout history. I think one of the first genocides was the mass murder of Neanderthals, the original indigenous population of Europe and West Asia, about 40,000 years ago. They have been demonized and dehumanized by modern humans (Homo sapiens) who do not call them fully human, just as they did with black Africans in previous centuries. Sadly, there are still millions of white supremacists (e.g. Mormons) who believe that me and my African ancestors are not fully human and therefore have no right to happiness and freedom. They believe that black people are closer to monkeys because their faces look different and because many African countries are underdeveloped technologically and economically. So they think that most black people have a lower IQ. By the way, why do white supremacists think being related to monkeys is bad? I think monkeys are amazing and very intelligent animals. Now back to Neanderthals: in the 21st century Western scientists still believe Neanderthals are a different race or species (Homo neanderthalensis). It is believed they had a lower IQ because their brains functioned differently and they lived a simple life. Well, I don’t find this theory convincing. I think Neanderthals were simply a different ethnicity. When I see images of reconstructed Neanderthals, I see real people. On a side note, scientists say that Neanderthals were short because the average height for males was 1.68 meters (5’6″). But the average height for males in the Roman Empire (about 2,000 years ago) was the same. So in a period of roughly 38,000 years most modern humans (Romans) had not grown taller? I thought they were much taller than Neanderthals, so it doesn’t make any sense. Anyway, I suspect Neanderthals were massacred because they did not have Caucasian facial features. After the genocide of the Neanderthals by the so-called Caucasian Cro-Magnons, who probably originated from the Caucasus, many more genocides took place worldwide. So it makes sense that many people believe this world must have been created by Satan. But I’m inclined to believe that this world was originally created by a loving God and then hijacked by an evil spirit or a group of evil spirits who somehow managed to fill people’s hearts with hatred. So people decided to worship the wrong spirit(s). The irony is that all these mean-spirited people think they are entitled to go and live in an imaginary heaven somewhere in the clouds or some other dimension. But what will happen to this heavenly place when it’s filled with millions of nasty people from Earth? Well, this heaven would soon become a hellhole too, because if people have hatred in their hearts and souls while living on Earth, then all that hatred will not suddenly disappear when they fly to heaven in the afterlife. So I would definitely stay away from their ‘heaven’, because it’s not a real heaven. It’s the grand illusion.

Now back to my story about the prisoner in 1989. Perhaps the prisoner in a cell in Paramaribo was just an ordinary man who happened to look a lot like the Yeshua figure from my dream in 1985. But why did he behave that way? His behaviour was so different from all other prisoners at that police station. He tried to get closer to me, while the others did not! Even though he was just a mortal and not Christ himself, I believe that God sent him to me at that moment because God wanted to tell me something. And the message is, I guess, don’t forget about Christ! He has been abused by people for centuries, not only physically, but also mentally and emotionally. These Satanists changed Christ’s original identity and name (probably African or Asian) and turned him into a European blond ‘Jesus’. They misinterpreted his teachings and used them to commit and justify atrocities around the world. So I wonder if Christ appeared in my dreams because he wants me to help him restore his name and focus on his original message. By the way, this real-life event from 1989 was the reason for getting a recurring dream about visiting a Christ-like figure in prison when I was a teenager in high school in the 90s. But that’s another story.

Love,
Ryan Maurice Roemer
October 2025

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‘Put them in their cage’ (song) and a story about my encounter with an angelic being in dreams

Horses need to run free.
Birds need to fly over the sea.
Some people will try to take away your freedom.
Don’t believe their good intentions.
Blinding lights tricking your eyes.
That’s what they will try.
And you feel something ain’t right.
So defend your territory!
Put them in their cage! Criminals!
Put them in their cage!
If there’s not another way to live your life with some grace.
Put them in their cage! Aha ah!
Put them in their cage! Aha ah!
If they misbehave, I’ll show them their place.
Put them in their cage!
Lock them up, lock them up!

Recorded: 27 October 2021

If you would like to hear this song, click on the video above. It’s an a cappella ballad like most of my songs and it feels a bit like reciting a poem to me. I wrote this little song when I was 13 years old in May or June of 1992, so that’s a long time ago, it was one of the first songs I wrote in the English language because English is not my native language, but I did make a few changes to the lyrics in 2021 when I decided to re-record this song. I no longer have the original recording from 1992. To be honest, I had forgotten this song for a long time, but a very special dream from 2017 reminded me of this old song again. In this dream I tried to protect a sweet and innocent horse from a very evil man. Horses have often appeared in my dreams since childhood. This started back in 1988 when I was 10 and was bullied at school. Usually I met a black horse on the beach near the sea, but sometimes also in the city (in dreams). I believe God sends them to me. They are my guardian angels in this life. So here’s the dream from 2017 that I would like to share with you. Actually, I had already posted this dream on my blog in 2019, but in this older version some details were missing and I also found some errors in the use of English words, so I decided to post an updated version with a more accurate description of this dream and also better English (hopefully). If you’re interested, you can read my dream below.

On 20 June 2017 I got another dream
about a funfair. At the fair there is a very
large and eye-catching horse. This horse is
taller than an African elephant. He is my
companion at the fair. It’s my job to take
care of him. During a break the giant white
horse is standing on a small field next to
the fair. I sit on the ground behind him
while combing the extraordinarily long hair
on his tail. His wavy hair lies on the ground
and resembles a four meter long wedding
veil. After a while the evil boss of the fair
appears and walks to the horse. This guy
is a giant too. He has the body of a human
being, but his skin resembles the skin of a
lizard or a snake. The big boss stands right
next to the giant stallion while speaking
to the horse in a very commanding way.
I can feel the gentle giant horse is scared.
I hope the evil boss won’t be able to see
me behind the horse’s body, because I’m
much smaller. Secretly, I try to continue
trimming the hair evenly on his tail, but I
don’t have enough time to finish the job,
because the evil giant has seen me and
starts walking towards me. Suddenly his
giant body grows even bigger and taller:
maybe 30 meters tall. Obviously, he wants
to intimidate me. His skin is green and his
head is bald. The evil boss uses his giant
foot to step on me like I’m just a little
mouse and then he wants to walk on like
nothing happened. I feel humiliated, so I
get very angry and take revenge. I stretch
out my arms to hold on to his big foot and
then I pull his big leg up in the air as I start
flying higher and higher. By the way, I’ve
had the ability to fly in dreams for decades.
So the evil giant loses his balance and falls
on his back on the ground. I let go of his
foot and then I start using the power of my
mind to tie him to the ground. The startled
giant screams desperately: ‘What the fuck
is happening?!’ Magically, the earth under
the evil giant changes into a little prison or
grave pit. From the earthly ground multiple
chains appear, tying his arms, chest and legs
to the pit, so that he can’t move anymore.
His body is half buried. He looks at me and
knows I have defeated him for all eternity.
The tables are turned. I’m the boss from
now on. I start flying in circles closer and
closer to him. The skin of the evil giant has
become red or orange. It looks like the skin
of a lizard. I can see the fear in his yellow
eyes as he looks at me. The tamed evil giant
doesn’t look so very large anymore. He
looks much smaller now, maybe 4 meters
tall. Then this devil starts using the power
of his mind to discourage me coming closer
to him, so it becomes a mental telepathic
battle. But I persist and keep flying closer
and closer to his grave and when I’ve come
really close to his big head, I raise my right
hand to slap and scratch the cheek of his
face. But only one second before my hand
and fingernails reach his face, I suddenly
wake up in my bed. Everything is back to
normal again. The dream has ended.

Horses continued to appear in my dreams
in the years after 2017, so I would like to
share one more special dream I had on
28 January 2024. Like a seagull I am flying
near a big sea under a dim sky. From the
sky I see a large and dark brown or black
horse lying on the ground in front of an
unknown large building that is only about
50 meters away from the sea. I also see
an unknown male figure standing right
next to the horse. He tries to encourage
the insecure horse to get back up. I know
and remember that the horse used to be
able to fly, but due to a serious trauma
he stopped flying in the sky, so that’s why
he has been on the ground for a long time.
Surprisingly, the tired horse finally gets up
after a few minutes. We feel so relieved.
As soon as he gets back on his four legs,
he starts walking again. The horse walks
away from the unknown male figure and
walks towards me. Then I start to wonder
if he would be able to fly again. The dark
horse walks slowly at first, but soon after
he starts walking faster and faster until
he’s running like a pro again. The color of
his coat changes from dark to orange-red
and he begins to radiate more and more
light. So the risen beast is surrounded by
a large aureola. The horse is running to
me, he comes closer and closer, and then
miraculously two large bird-like wings,
hidden all the while in his thick red coat,
pressed flat against his body like a bird’s,
become visible. So the hair of its coat is
thick and long. Then suddenly the great
horse speads its enormous wings in front
of me, takes off and begins to fly again
through the air and over the sea, shining
like a white light. I’m so happy for him
and start yelling loudly, just to cheer him
on and celebrate his victory. Then the
big horse suddenly stops for a moment
while floating in the air (above the sea)
and looks at me lovingly. I’ll never forget.
There’s something human about him. It
feels like a man is looking at me, but not
an ordinary man. This being is celestial.
Maybe extraterrestrial? The risen horse is
now fully illuminated, giving him a white
ghostly appearance in the dim sky. Then
he suddenly starts flying again and flies
right past me, in what looks like a kind of
dive. I also start flying again near the sea
and coast and keep yelling loudly like a
seagull. The dim sky turns into daylight
and thousands or millions of sea animals
emerge from the sea: leaping dolphins
and other large fish and giant creatures
that resemble dinosaurs from an ancient
era. All these sea creatures are so very
happy and are jumping and swimming
in the same direction towards the shore.
They all celebrate the great return of the
flying horse. It is the biggest party I have
ever seen. Then I wake up from this wild
dream and look at my clock. It’s 9:56 AM.
After a few minutes I get up and walk to
the table in my living room and write my
dream on a piece of paper.

Was it just a dream? I absolutely loved my dream, but about two weeks later (in February) I told this dream to my mother Patricia and her reaction was quite sad. She was afraid that this meant that someone we love would say goodbye and leave us. Well, she was right.

Sadly, my godmother (Aunt Wine) passed away suddenly on 23 February 2024. She’s one of the most loving women I have ever known in this life. I have known her all my life. On 6 January 1980, when I was 1 year old, I was baptized in a Catholic church in my hometown of The Hague in the Netherlands. My mother Patricia chose Aunt Wine, her brother’s wife, as my godmother because they were close like real sisters. Aunt Wine was the best godmother you could wish for. But in December 2023 she suddenly felt very unwell in her own home in Paramaribo, the capital of Suriname, the country where my parents and other family come from. It turned out that she had an illness and therefore had to be hospitalized for weeks. The chance of survival was very small, but she miraculously managed to stay alive with the love and support of her family in Suriname. Eventually she was allowed to go home, but she still had to stay in bed all day because she was very weak. We were all hopeful that she would be able to recover, but then she suddenly passed away. We were all in shock. One of the saddest days, weeks and years of my life. So my mother called me in the middle of the night to tell me the terrible news. I’ve never heard my mother cry so loudly, even louder than when her own mother (my grandmother) passed away at the age of 95 in July 2019. It’s painful for my mother and me because after Aunt Wine’s hospitalization we did not have the chance to see her alive again. The Netherlands is far away from Suriname. But we were present at her funeral in Paramaribo on March 4. The ceremony in the Cathedral of Suriname was beautiful. It’s difficult to accept her sudden death and I often feel sad. For example, I have not recorded any new songs this year. But sometimes I still see my aunt or hear her voice in dreams, so that gives some comfort. My aunt and I visited a butterfly farm on the island of Aruba in 2012. That was her idea. So I believe she must have become a butterfly and flown to another, more loving, beautiful and peaceful world in the afterlife. God will take care of her.

Even though my godmother passed away this year, I still believe that my dream about the flying horse means something more than saying goodbye. I sincerely believe that this angel tried to tell me that something phenomenal is going to happen soon in this sad and war-torn world. He has risen from the ashes and will return to put an end to all injustice. God sent him to me so that I know there’s more between heaven and earth. There’s so much more than just material things. People are so focused on what they see on the outside. When they look at me, they see a brown or black man who is gay and that has become my main identity in this world, but what they don’t see is my spirit, my soul. God loves everyone, no matter what you look like or who you love, as long as you know the difference between good and bad. In other words, don’t be a sadist. Let another person or animal be free. Have morals, there’s nothing wrong with that. Yet I believe I won’t find God in a church, mosque, synagogue, temple or a so-called holy book. I’m not saying that a holy place where people gather is bad because it is possible to find some inspiration there, but I simply don’t consider it the ‘official’ house of God. I don’t like it when people impose their religion on me because I know that many of them are pushing a political agenda. They want power and money and want to take away the freedom of others. For thousands and thousands of years human beings lived happily without books. Now suddenly they need a holy book that tells them how they should live??? I believe there’s only one place you can find God and that is in your own heart and soul, because your spirit is a part of God or could be a part of God. So allow yourself to see what is not immediately visible on the surface of the sea. Don’t be afraid to go a little deeper. Dare to follow your dream. I’m aware that not all dreams are good as there are demonic entities that will appear in some or many dreams. I have seen them and know they will try to distract you or even harass you. But there are also good dreams. Yes, there are angelic beings in the universe. So don’t stop dreaming! Especially today, we must continue to believe that love is possible.

Thanks for reading this post and visiting my blog and feel free to check out some older posts. I have published many songs and some dreams and stories on my blog.

Ryan Maurice Roemer
Written on 20-22 November 2024

Below are two old family photos from childhood.

Baptism, 6 January 1980, from left to right: the priest, my mother Patricia, Aunt Wine and my father Ramon

My baptism on 6 January 1980. My Christian name (baptismal name) is Johannes Paulus.

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‘Tears of blood’ (song) and the memory of horror (the crucifixion of Christ)

Crying…
Tears of blood…
Tears of blood…
It’s raining blood.
Blood falling out of the sky.
My face covered with blood.
My heart…
My soul…
Crying!

I wrote this little song on 6 January 2012 and the video was shot on 2 February 2012. I was thinking about abused animals when I wrote it. People should treat animals with more respect, especially large animals. They don’t belong in a small cage (e.g. gorillas) or swimming pool (e.g. orcas) and should be allowed to live freely in the wild. Domestic animals such as cattle and horses should also not be used for entertainment and sports. I don’t like bullfighting and hope this sadistic ‘sport’ will one day be banned worldwide. The matador thrusting a sword through the body of a bull is one of the most gruesome images I’ve seen. I’m glad I saw this on my TV screen and not in real life, but even though my viewing experience was limited to a TV screen, I can’t unsee the horror. I can’t forget what I saw. It feels real because what happened was real. It reminded me of what happened to the body of Christ.

My parents separated in the Summer of 1983. Around Christmas 1984 or Easter 1985, my mother and I visited my father who had come to the Netherlands on holiday and was staying at his sister’s house in Oud-Beijerland. I’m not sure which date is correct as it’s been too long, but Easter 1985 seems more likely to me. In the evening my mother and I went home (in The Hague) and during that night Yeshua (the Christ) appeared in my dream. I was 6 years old and knew very little about him because I did not know the Bible and my mother and I never went to church or said prayers, even though I had a rosary on the wall in my bedroom. I often looked at the male figure on the cross of my rosary and wondered who that dead man with long straight hair was. I knew my parents called him God or the Son of God, but I often wondered why they believed this and why he was crucified. I thought it was so sad and cruel. Well, my dream explained who he was. In this dream Yeshua, my father Ramon and I were together in a small flying machine high in the sky. I looked out the big wide window and saw clouds everywhere and thought I was in heaven! Then I walked to a bench behind me to sit down. Next to me, on my right, sat my father, whom I rarely saw in real life. He sat near the window. On my left was Yeshua, wearing only a loincloth, sitting directly across from me on another bench. He looked very tired and leaned with his back against the wall as he talked to my father, I don’t know what they talked about. Then Yeshua moved forward and stretched out his arms and showed me the stigmata in both hands. I was shocked and felt so sad for him when I saw a hole in the palm of his hands. I could see right through both holes. He was in a lot of pain because the wounds in his hands were still fresh, although I don’t remember seeing blood on his hands. Maybe a little? I’m not sure. I think his hands looked clean. I understood that he was the godlike man who died on the cross and I assumed that the crucifixion must have taken place recently because he was still recovering from the pain. It’s the first childhood dream I can remember.

So this dream taught me about the resurrection of the Christ, but when I was six, I had no idea that people called Yeshua’s rise from death a ‘resurrection’. In my native language (Dutch) this would be translated as ‘opstanding’. I didn’t know this word. For years I believed that the ‘resurrection’ of Christ occurred only in my dream and not in his real life on Earth because I did not know the Bible well, even though my father gave me a children’s Bible when I was a little older. Most of the time I just looked at the illustrations. I was too lazy to read the stories. When I was a teenager, maybe 14 or 15, I finally discovered that the resurrection was a real event in the life of Christ according to the Bible. For the first time I read that Christ’s tomb was empty and that he continued to walk around Judaea showing people the stigmata. I read these stories in school because I went to a Catholic high school. That’s when I slowly started to realize that my 1985 dream was not just a dream. The Christ was really trying to tell me something. It’s not that I didn’t care about this dream because I wrote it down on paper in the Summer of 1990 when I was 11 years old, but I simply underestimated the power of my dream. Perhaps there’s another reason that Christ appeared in my dream. In the summer of 1984, while vacationing in France, I first learned that death exists. I was five years old, and until then, I had thought I would live forever, but then my stepfather told me that life ends when someone dies. It was the first time I became aware of death. The fact that life would eventually end made me sad. So I wonder if Christ appeared in my dream, just a few months later, to tell me not to worry, because there is life after death.

I can’t unsee what I saw in this dream. Yeshua is alive! I can’t pretend he’s not real because I’ve seen him in this dream and many more dreams over the years, but he only showed the stigmata once and that was in my first dream and never again. In this dream from 1985 Yeshua looked like an Arab Palestinian man with long straight black hair, even though he’s not a Muslim and there were no Muslims in Judaea until the 6th century AD and the name ‘Palestinian’ was probably not used around that time. On the other hand, I assume that many Palestinians are mixed, so they probably also have genes from the Jewish and Christian communities of Judaea (the Pharisees, Sadducees, Essenes and Nazarenes), so perhaps the historical Yeshua did look like some Palestinian men today. I think the Christ wanted to look recognizable to me, so he appeared in my dream with long straight hair, a short beard and a loincloth, because that’s the man I remembered from my rosary.

But in some other dreams, when I was a few years older, Yeshua looked like a North African man (ancient Egyptian/Nubian/Berber) with short curly black hair (like an afro), although Arab Palestinians can also have curly hair. By the way, there’s also a small community of black Palestinians who often claim to have lived in the Southern Levant (Judaea/Canaan) for thousands of years. Anyway, Yeshua looked different in some dreams, so it took me a while to realize it was the same man. I believe that the Jewish and Christian communities of Judaea and their ancestors, the ancient Israelites of Canaan, are descended from the ancient Egyptians. Judaism started in Egypt. So this might explain why Yeshua looked African in other dreams. I think he decided to reveal his real appearance to me when I was a teenager. For example, in April 1996 I was 17 years old and dreamed that I was on a small island. I was there with a male friend. It was the same type of man that I had met in my 1985 dream. Only this time he looked a bit younger, like a man in his 20s, and he had shorter hair, no beard, and was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. So it felt like I had always known him, even though I had never met him in real life. My friend and I decided to leave the dark forest, so we carried our wooden raft to the beach. I looked at my friend for a moment as we stood on the sunny beach, with our feet in the water. He was a few inches taller and had a brown complexion and black curly hair. I was a little surprised because just a few minutes ago (in the dark forest) I thought or assumed he was a light-skinned man with straight black hair, but then on the beach I realized he was actually a man of color with African hair type. It felt like I could see him clearly for the first time in daylight. Then I turned my attention back to the wooden raft. We were in a hurry, so we climbed onto the wooden raft and sailed out to sea. While we were sailing, the sea suddenly became very wild with huge waves (as high as e.g. the Eiffel Tower), but those waves did not harm us, so miraculously we were able to sail on quietly. Then I woke up. For a long time I wondered who that mysterious friend was, but later in life I realized that it was the Christ himself again. I also learned that he was able to calm a storm on the Sea of Galilee. The wooden raft in my dream might have been a symbol for the cross that Yeshua carried. In 1996 I made a color drawing of this little island surrounded by waves, but I did not save it, so I don’t have it anymore. Eventually, I realized that the racial ambiguity of my island friend could also be a reference to my black (biracial) father, who left me and my mother in summer 1983, and my white stepfather who had raised me from the age of four. I did not have a good relationship with either of them when I was a teenager, so I guess that’s why Christ decided to act as a guardian or a sort of father figure.

Since October 7th (my birthday), so many children have died in the Gaza Strip. According to multiple news sources, thousands of Palestinian children have been killed in the Israel-Hamas war. The deaths of Israeli children on 10/7 is also heartbreaking, even though their numbers are much smaller. I just can’t believe that the ancient land of Canaan has become the center stage for the worst atrocities in the world and in human history. It’s also the least safe place for children. Just like animals, children are the most vulnerable creatures on Earth. They need our protection and deserve a good life. I believe that God loves all children: black, white, brown, gay, straight, bisexual, male, female, androgynous, hermaphrodite, crossdresser, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, etc. People who deny a child a safe environment and support an apartheid regime (Israel) that continues to bomb, injure and maim Palestinian children, both physically and mentally, should be a wake-up call to all of us. We must be more vigilant than ever before and try to stop this suffering once and for all. I consider this an attack not only on the Palestinians, but also on the land and the spirits of Canaan. Being a child in this world, especially in Gaza, is often a terrible and traumatic experience. I’ve seen horrific images from Gaza on the internet. For example, a young girl lying on her back on the ground because her legs were blown off and an 8-year-old boy shot in the head in Jenin, West Bank. The sadism is frightening and intimidating. Now that we’ve seen it, we can’t unsee it. We can’t look away anymore. Sadism is real and it’s a mental illness that destroys all morality and humanity in this world. I don’t understand why all these wars go on and on and on and why many psychopathic war criminals have thousands or even millions of followers. It’s hopeful to see so many demonstrations worldwide in support of the Palestinians, but I still sometimes wonder: Is hatred stronger than love in this world? Is homo sapiens a failed experiment?

So this is my final post for 2023. What a terrible year for humanity! It’s gonna be another sad Christmas.

Ancient Spirits of Canaan and the Levant! I’m calling you! You have inhabited these regions for thousands and even millions of years, long before humans existed. Rise from the clouds, the mountains, the forests and the depths of the seas and unite and let your roar be heard! Get ready for 2024!

Ryan Maurice Roemer
9 December 2023

A trip to there (lyrics)

It was on a Sunday, thinking about Monday.
I was ready to see another place somewhere else.

Are you ready to make, to make a trip to there?
Are you ready for me?
Because I need somebody there.

Driving on the highway, dreaming of a new way.
I had to recognize there’s a different way to travel.

Are you ready to make, to make a trip to there?
Are you ready for me?
Because I need somebody there.

Are you ready to make, to make a trip to there?
Are you ready for me?
Because I need somebody there.

There’s a different way.
There must be a different way.

I wrote this song in 1993 when I was about 14 years old. So this song is 30 years old! If you’d like to hear it, then click on the video above. I shot this video on 11 June 2011 when I was 32 years old. There is a language error in the lyrics. Sometimes this happens because English is not my native language and I rarely speak English. I always speak Dutch because I live in the Netherlands. I should have written “Are you ready to take a trip there?” instead of “Are you ready to make a trip to there?”. So that’s bad English, I guess, but it doesn’t really matter to me. I can’t change the recording and still like this song and feel nostalgic about it, even though the lyrics are not that special. It’s quite confronting to see this old video after 12 years! I was so nervous recording this song. I was alone in the living room when I recorded it and yet I was so nervous! I can clearly see the stress in my body language and my stiff hand and arm movements. So my conclusion: I was simply not born to perform on stage in front of an audience because I couldn’t handle my nerves. I better sing in my living room. My body language in this video is not elegant and graceful, but I’ve accepted my shortcomings. That’s the way I moved while singing in 2011. Another thing that’s funny… when I wrote this song and sang “Because I need somebody there”, I actually meant “Because I need a boyfriend there”! When I was 14 years old I already knew that I was gay, but I was still afraid to openly sing about that feeling in my songs and I didn’t want my family to hear it, so that’s why I decided to keep this little song gender neutral.

Ryan Maurice Roemer
29 November 2023

Send yourself to me (lyrics)

Hey hey, send yourself to me.
Hey hey, send yourself to me.

Walk away! Come back to me!
The turning point.
Your mind changed.
Walk away! Come back to me!
The turning point.
Your mind changed.

Hey hey, send yourself to me.
Hey hey, send yourself to me.

Am I a song playing in your head?
You can’t forget it.
Your rhythm changed.
Am I a song playing in your head?
You can’t forget it.
Your rhythm changed.

Hey hey, send yourself to me.
Hey hey, send yourself to me.

Send yourself! Send yourself!
Send yourself to me.
Hey hey, send yourself! Send yourself!
Send yourself to me.
Hey hey, send yourself! Send yourself!
Send yourself!

I wrote this song in September 1992 when I was 13 years old. Now I’m 44.
I still enjoy singing it after 31 years and that 13 year old boy still lives inside of me.
A lot of things have changed in the world since 1992, but some things never change.
My love for music will never change.
I will sing forever as long as I have a voice.
Even if I lose it one day, my spirit will always sing.
Song recorded: 4 August 2023.

‘Accompanied by the thunder’ (song) and my story: struck by lightning in 2008

I like the elements of nature.
Listen to the sounds of streaming water.
Beauty is everywhere.
The Earth is my home.

In the sky I hear thunder.
In the sky I see the lightning.
I know how it feels to be accompanied by the thunder.

I like to walk around in nature,
watching the trees giving me shelter.
Flowers grow everywhere.
This world is my home.

In your heart I hear thunder.
In your soul I see the lightning.
I know how it feels to be accompanied by the thunder.

Song written by Ryan Maurice Roemer.
Audio recording on 10 August 2023.

I started writing this song in January/February 1998 when I was 19 years old. I guess I felt the need to romanticize the forces of nature. I wondered how it would feel to be close to forces such as lightning which I considered a manifestation of divinity and the incredible creative power of the Universal Spirit which some people call ‘God’. Well, you’d better be careful what you wish for, because exactly 10 years later on Sunday the 20th of July 2008 I was struck by lightning during my vacation in Suriname. I was 29 when this happened, the most dramatic and wonderful event of my life. Me, my mother, stepfather and half sister went on vacation to Suriname to visit our family there. I had not been to Suriname for almost a decade. The last time was in July 1999. So it felt good to be back in Suriname with my family and on the 20th of July 2008 we decided to visit Colakreek, a blackwater creek in Para (= district of Suriname), which is a very popular recreation park for people in Suriname. My maternal grandmother, uncle, his wife (= my godmother) and two cousins came with us to visit Colakreek. It was a warm sunny day with a clear blue sky. We drove from Paramaribo (= the capital of Suriname) to Colakreek in Para District. When we arrived at Colakreek, we were welcomed by a Native American family who are friends with my uncle and his wife. This family owned a nice bungalow there with two beautiful gazebos in the garden. Me and some relatives decided to sit down under a gazebo right next to the small river. On the land on the other side of the water I saw several groups of people sitting under gazebos. There was a large crowd in the park that day. I guess over 150 people spent the afternoon there and many of them played in the water. Everybody seemed to feel happy and enjoy nature there. It was a hot day, because the sun was shining so brightly, but the tropical trees and gazebos provided some cover. I didn’t want to swim in the water because of the mosquitoes, so I stayed under the gazebo with my mother and grandmother.

After some hours the weather changed suddenly. First it started to drizzle, but then suddenly it started to rain very hard. It was a typical tropical downpour. The hard rain came so unexpected that many people had to quickly seek shelter. I stood under the gazebo near the water, watching some people still in the water. Then suddenly out of nowhere lightning struck the water just a few feet away from me. So I could see the lightning bolt right in front of me and that was an incredible view! It’s the loudest and most intimidating sound that I have ever heard. Of course, everyone knows the sound of lightning, but to hear and see it from so close is very different. I’ll never forget that view and that sound. First I heard the electrical sound from lightning and then I heard the explosive sound from the thunder. I guess it must be similar to a bomb explosion. Everything happened so fast. I let out a cry of terror (that actually sounded kind of funny), because suddenly my arms went up from the electricity. My arms and legs became completely stiff and this lasted for a few seconds. It took a while before I could move my arms and legs normally again. I realized that I had been hit by a spark from that lightning bolt and that I must have had a serious electric shock. I was surprised that the electric shock didn’t hurt at all. I never felt any physical pain. I only felt a soft tingling in the skin around my right chest and shoulder. I told my mother that I had been struck, but she could not believe me. She remained in denial for a long time, so I guess the shock and the idea that her son had been struck by lightning was too much for her at that moment. Then I unbuttoned my shirt so I could get a better look at my right shoulder. I didn’t have any injuries. My skin looked normal, but after a few minutes the red veins under the skin started to become more and more visible. Eventually the veins started to look like a landscape map that stretched from the right chest and shoulder to the top of my back. Now my mother, grandmother, godmother, sister and niece could clearly see that I had been struck by lightning. Everybody was in a state of shock. My mother later admitted that she had seen a flash of lightning right next to me, but at first she thought it had missed me. My godmother started to cry and my grandmother asked us to pray together which I normally never or rarely do, but this time I agreed, because my mom and godmother looked so scared. So we said the Lord’s Prayer: ‘Our Father in Heaven’. My grandmother was a Christian and believed this was a sign from God. We all lay down on the floor, because my family was afraid that lightning would strike one of us again. Only my grandmother stayed in her chair. We could not leave our gazebo, because it kept storming.

My uncle, nephew and uncle’s friends were forced to stay under the other gazebo in the garden at a distance of about 30 meters from us. They wanted to come to our gazebo, but they could not leave because of the dangerous storm. There was thunder and lightning everywhere. My stepdad, who was still standing in an unprotected spot in the garden, had to run quickly to the car parked next to the house so that he could take shelter inside. That’s what he later told us after all the drama was over. He had to hide in the car for a long time, because the storm continued to rage for quite a long time. But after a while, the storm slowly began to subside. When I looked at the water again, I noticed that some unknown people were still in it. Two of them had passed out in the water, for they were closest to the lightning strike on the water. I assume they must have had an electric shock. Their families or friends came to rescue them and pulled them out of the river and carried them to a gazebo on the opposite river side. When the storm finally passed, my stepfather, uncle and nephew were able to come to our gazebo. They were shocked when they saw what had happened to me. My uncle’s friends told us they had never experienced anything like this at Colakreek before. The electricity was also out everywhere in the park. No one dared to go into the water anymore. After a while an ambulance arrived at one of the gazebos on the other side of the river. The ambulance took one of the fainted victims to the hospital. I felt so sad for this young man and hoped he would recover soon. Luckily I had no serious injuries, so me and my family decided to drive back to Paramaribo. My mother told me she believed that Mother Nature wanted to touch me. Those words stayed with me. Maybe she was right. I guess this was her attempt to turn something negative into something positive. While I was in the car I looked out of the window and felt very good like I was reborn. Then I noticed that the red veins under the skin around my right chest and shoulder were already starting to fade. When we finally got back to the city after a long drive, the visible veins on my chest, shoulder and back had completely disappeared. This little miracle happened within two to three hours. I felt so relieved! In Paramaribo we drove past a doctor and she took a look at my skin and asked me a few checking questions and then said I’m okay. She told me I was lucky and that my injury cleared up so quickly because it is in the mildest category. So that was the end of my adventure on that special day.

Exactly one week later, a sunny afternoon on Sunday the 27th of July 2008, I happened to meet my biological father in a supermarket parking lot in Paramaribo. I had not seen him for 11 years. The last time I saw him was in October 1997 when I had just turned 19 years old. So my father and I were right next to the supermarket and talked for a few minutes while my stepdad, uncle and niece were waiting in the car. My dad hugged me and said I’m always welcome. That was the last time I had seen him alive. Exactly 10 years later, on Saturday the 6th of January 2018, my father passed away unexpectedly due to diabetes. Nurses at the hospital were not able to save his life, because they didn’t have enough insulin for him. Healthcare is very bad in Suriname. I didn’t attend my father’s funeral in Paramaribo because I did not have a close relationship with him.

I felt so lucky and blessed after surviving the lightning strike. I knew the Christ had protected me that day (20 July), because I didn’t feel any pain when I was struck by lightning. Yeshua started appearing in my dreams when I was about 6 years old (in late 1984) and he kept appearing in dreams when I was a teenager and an adult. Just a few days before flying to Suriname in July 2008 I looked at a special photo that I had found on the internet. It was a photo of ‘Cristo Redentor’ (= Christ the Redeemer), a statue of Christ in Rio de Janeiro in Brazil. Of course, I know that the historical Yeshua actually looked completely different from the representation of the statue, but I still found the picture of the statue interesting, because it shows how the statue’s head was struck by lightning on Sunday the 10th of February 2008. The statue looks so indestructible at that moment. I saved that photo on a USB stick before flying to Suriname. So when the same thing happened to my shoulder only two weeks after looking at that photo, I knew this was no coincidence. Being struck by lightning was the most dramatic, the most terrifying, the most beautiful and the most revealing event of my life. It showed me that Christ is real and much more than just a man who appeared in my dreams. Thank you for touching me, Mother Nature. I feel stronger now! Your lightning is part of my DNA now. And thank you for keeping me safe, Yeshua. On so many occasions you showed me that, even though I’m an androgynous gay man who faces a lot of discrimination in this mortal world, I will never walk alone in the universe. You have always been by my side and accepted me as I am, because you love all children of God.

Ryan Maurice Roemer
28 August 2023

‘He lifts me beyond this world’ (song) and my thoughts about Christ

He takes me beyond this door,
beyond this neighbourhood,
beyond this city where I lived all my life.
He takes me beyond this country,
beyond this continent,
beyond this sea where I ran to all my life.
I feel safe in the palm of his hand.
His love is like an elevator lifting me up.
He lifts me up!

I wrote this song on 25 September 2012.
Filmed on 16 February 2013. I was 34 years old in the video.

With this song I would like to remember Ascension Day. I found this old video from 2013 in my digital archive. I wasn’t happy with my performance at the time, but now 10 years later I’ve grown to feel more positive about it. It wasn’t so bad after all. The song is based on dreams. Christ started appearing in my dreams when I was a child growing up in the 1980s and 1990s. He’s the kindest and most loyal man I have ever met. This might surprise a lot of people, because I’m a gay man. As a child I was bullied because of my girlie voice and manners. As an adult I still get a different treatment by a lot of people. The Bible calls feminine men like me an abomination. People think it’s alright to mock gay men, especially effeminate men and transgender women, because the Bible calls them demonic. It saddens me that Christ is misunderstood by so many people all over the world. They keep using his name to justify their discriminating and hateful actions towards people who are different, people who are outcasts. Christ has always been kind to me in dreams and never disrespectful and he never gave me the feeling there was something wrong with me. He has always accepted me for who I am and never tried to change me. He knows that homosexuality, lesbianism, bisexuality and hermaphrodites have always existed. Same-sex relationships not only occur in humans but also in animals. It has always existed and will continue to exist whether you like it or not, because it’s part of nature. Anyone with some common sense knows that. You don’t have to be an academic to understand this. The reason that a lot of people deny the truth is because they are brainwashed by a sick dogma that has torn apart people for centuries. Anyone who discriminates LGBTQI people in the name of Christ is not a real Christian. First of all, because Christ is not a hater and has always chosen love. He would never bully or mock another human being, for he would always show compassion to outcasts. The hatred lives in you, not in him. The Christ that people see in images in the mainstream media is not the real Christ. Nothing but lies. His name is not Jesus, because Christ never had an English name. He also never had long hair on his shoulders and he was not blond. It’s more likely that he was a black or brown man with dark hair (of black North African or Arab West Asian descent), probably initially an adherent of the Jewish faith (the Essenes) and a follower of John the Baptist and later the leader of the Nazarenes (Christians), who lived in the Roman province of Judaea, which was originally part of the black North African culture in the New Kingdom of Egypt (1570 – 1069 BC). And last but not least, Christ loved outcasts. Deal with it!

He lifted me up in dreams. He made me fly. With this song I lift him up on Ascension Day. After all the abuse that you’ve endured, fly away, Christ!

Ryan Maurice Roemer, 18 May 2023

The end is near (lyrics)

I know the end is near.
In a time of war and fear.
The end is near.
It’s all very clear.
We’re not safe anymore, my dear.
We’re doomed to live in fear.
There seems no end to all my tears.
I know the end is near.
It’s all very clear.
In a time of fear.
I’ve cried too many tears.
But I believe the end is near.
A brand new life…
A brand new world will appear
and wash away all my tears.

Song written by Ryan Maurice Roemer on 5th of October 2017.

You can listen to the song if you click on the video.
The song starts at 32:36.

You can also listen to other songs in this video.
13 original a cappella songs that I wrote.
With this collection of songs I celebrate loving outcasts / scapegoats, loving yourself, LGBT love and love for animals. We all want to be loved.
Filmed between the 6th and 14th of December 2020.
Audio quality is not the best, so you’ll hear some distortion.
I used a cheap camcorder for the recordings, because I was only practicing songs.
I hope you’ll still enjoy it….

Full track listing in video:

01. Not your kind / Wicked beast (medley)             00:10
02. The first love                                                          02:43
03. Such a flaming queen                                          03:50
04. Pussy Leroy                                                            07:30
05. Show love today                                                    08:45
06. Kiss of life                                                               10:01
07. Divine stallion (part 1)                                          13:56
08. Divine stallion (part 2)                                          17:17
09. Love gave the Earth horses                                 19:02
10. Mother goose                                                        24:56
11. Poor bird                                                                27:34
12. Animals will survive mankind                             30:09
13. The end is near                                                     32:36

Poor bird (lyrics)

Why are you picking food on the road?
Why are you risking your life?
Cars waiting for a chance to crash you.
Who will bury you, poor bird?
Don’t you want to live?
There’s plenty of food in the woods.
Plenty of delicious nuts in the trees, in the grass.
Are you losing your home?
Poor bird…
People cutting the woods,
taking away plenty of delicious food.
Poor bird… risking your life on the road.
Who will bury you?

Song written by Ryan Maurice Roemer in August 2012.

You can listen to the song if you click on the video.
The song starts at 27:34.

You can also listen to other songs in this video.
13 original a cappella songs that I wrote.
With this collection of songs I celebrate loving outcasts / scapegoats, loving yourself, LGBT love and love for animals. We all want to be loved.
Filmed between the 6th and 14th of December 2020.
Audio quality is not the best, so you’ll hear some distortion.
I used a cheap camcorder for the recordings, because I was only practicing songs.
I hope you’ll still enjoy it….

Full track listing in video:

01. Not your kind / Wicked beast (medley)             00:10
02. The first love                                                          02:43
03. Such a flaming queen                                          03:50
04. Pussy Leroy                                                            07:30
05. Show love today                                                    08:45
06. Kiss of life                                                               10:01
07. Divine stallion (part 1)                                          13:56
08. Divine stallion (part 2)                                          17:17
09. Love gave the Earth horses                                 19:02
10. Mother goose                                                        24:56
11. Poor bird                                                                27:34
12. Animals will survive mankind                             30:09
13. The end is near                                                     32:36

Divine stallion (lyrics)

(Part 1)

A lonely boy like me meets a lonely horse like you.
And we meet in a dream.
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
My black horse, dark stallion.
You, wild horse of the rhythm of life.
Where are you?
Oho…
Where are you?
My white horse, snow stallion.
The risen horse of eternal afterlife.
Where are you?
Aha ah…
Where are you?
I know they hurt you,
but I’ll protect you.
No one will dare! No!
One day…
One day…
One day you will return.
Hurry, sweet love.
A boy like me needs a horse like you.
Run away with me on the beach.
Where are you?
Oho…
Where are you?

(Part 2)

One day we’ll be together, my love.
One day we’ll look in each other’s eyes again.
I wanna feel your body of work.
Work out!
Work out, you strong stallion!
Arousing all my senses.
Work out!
Hey yeah!
Work out!
I wanna feel your body of work.
Work it out!
But most of all I’d like to feel your spirit.
Your spirit…

Song written by Ryan Maurice Roemer in November 2020.
When I was 10 years old in late 1988, two horses started to appear in my dreams.
I was riding one of the horses on the beach. This became a recurring dream.
For many years this horse appeared on the beach in my dreams, night after night after night after night. I’ve never ridden a horse in reality, but I’ve done it plenty of times in dreams. I know that God sent those angelic horses to me in my dreams, because I was bullied at school when I was 10 years old and this went on for many years. I guess God believed I needed these horses for emotional support. They never left me. They are my guardian angels.
Thank you, God, for bringing these angelic beings into my spiritual life.
Nobody else can see them, but I can see and I promise I will always take care of them.

You can listen to the song if you click on the video.
The song (part 1) starts at 13:56.
Part 2 of the song starts at 17:17.

You can also listen to other songs in this video.
13 original a cappella songs that I wrote.
With this collection of songs I celebrate loving outcasts / scapegoats, loving yourself, LGBT love and love for animals. We all want to be loved.
Filmed between the 6th and 14th of December 2020.
Audio quality is not the best, so you’ll hear some distortion.
I used a cheap camcorder for the recordings, because I was only practicing songs.
I hope you’ll still enjoy it….

Full track listing in video:

01. Not your kind / Wicked beast (medley)             00:10
02. The first love                                                          02:43
03. Such a flaming queen                                          03:50
04. Pussy Leroy                                                            07:30
05. Show love today                                                    08:45
06. Kiss of life                                                               10:01
07. Divine stallion (part 1)                                          13:56
08. Divine stallion (part 2)                                          17:17
09. Love gave the Earth horses                                 19:02
10. Mother goose                                                        24:56
11. Poor bird                                                                27:34
12. Animals will survive mankind                             30:09
13. The end is near                                                     32:36