I Benjamin Kennth Moe was born on January 29th, 1974, at Soldotna Peninsula hospital to Kenneth O. Moe and Elnora M. Moe (Kielczewski). I grew up being an only child with a wild imagination. In elementary school I was in speech class for five years because I couldn’t pronounce certain vows and still can’t.

I didn’t have any imaginary friends, wish I could’ve, but I did have a dog named Rags. He was a wired hair/cocker spaniel mixed mutt, and he was my mutt. When I wasn’t in my crib at a certain time he’d run around the house looking for me. I remember one morning when my father came in the door and hardly ever saw my father cry when he said to my mother “ I just ran Benny’s dog over, I ran Rag’s over, I didn’t see him when I was pulling out of the yard and I felt a bump, got out to look and there he was lying”

My family had a little chicken farm with roughly 60 chickens, and a bull with some goats. Also had a pet goat that followed me around the yard like a puppy. I remember one time I was out in the yard when I heard a BOOM! My grandmother Violete Kielczewski had just blown a bald head ego away with a double barrel side by side 12 gage shot gun that was perched on a fence post of our chicken farm. No one including human, beast, fish or bird messed with grandma.

My father would bring toys home for me that were used from where he called “the trading post” which it was the Seward city dump. We didn’t have much money, my mother did clerical work for the Seward air force rec camp, also for Alaska Vocational Technical Center and for a while she was the head salad chef for the Breeze Inn restaurant.

My uncle Orrah Kielczewski lived on the same 1.36-acre property with us in his own little house that he had built, and he was the janitor for AVTEC nearly thirty years and retired. My father was a full-time professional alcoholic that picked up work in the bars, and where he drank up most of his money. My father grew up on a farm in Minnesota. When he was six years old, he fell off a hay wagon and dragged about a mile, when his family finally realized what happened, his leg was broken and was never set right so it healed with one leg an inch and half shorter than the other.

            He told me that when he was in line for an inspection that another guy behind him told him to arch his foot so he could pass the physical to get into the army. My father was a brilliant man and master in many trades, you name it, and he knew it. I’ve learned many things from my family growing up from hunting, trapping and fishing to overhauling motors, building, moving, wiring houses, I learn to operate a 1969 F5500 back hoe at the age of nine and drive a 1958 deuce and a half dump truck at the age of 12. I’d been working with my father since I was ten. My family could do it all.

            My drinking career began when I turned 14 years old. My buddy Jason Burch brought over a fifth of Jack Daniels and said “Ben, I’m going to teach you how to drink” He also introduced me to marijuana. I really didn’t like pot and still don’t to this day. When I first felt the warm sensation and the buzz feeling I got from alcohol, right there and then I turned into a full-blown alcoholic. I turned into my father and always was looking for my next drink.

            I remember my first run in with the LAW when I was fourteen years old, I pranked phone calling a schoolteacher named Miss Bisch. I called her three times in a role leaving a message of one word P---- on her recording machine, I think it was a dare prank my good buddies had me do, all to show you how smart I was back then.

            After that I was on the Seward rookie cop neighborhood watch. Officer Eaton purposely would follow me around town in his police car and then one day he pulls up to my  girlfriend Holly Wiley and I told me to blow on a breath analyzer just right after we left the teen center walking down the street, because the lady that ran the teen center smelled alcohol on my breath, one right after the other I’d be getting busted for minor consuming inside of Seward city limits either in front of the teen center or outside the arcade.

            I was labeled by the bus driver as a hellion (I didn’t know what that was but sounded cool to a little kid of 11 years old). Penny Hardy was the school bus driver and too me she was an evil witch; she had a grand daughter named little Penny that practiced witchcraft. I remember being a little kid and little Penny picked up a rock and hit me in the forehead, putting a big knotty split open wound on my head, because I was poking fun at her for some stupid silly reason.

I can still recall the first day of school, Mrs. Mae was my kindergarten teacher. In the middle of the classroom there was a hug teeter totter that you had to climb up in to sit. I loved going up and down on that ride, I thought it was the greatest. In the room there was a mascot doll that had a named I forgot. We also had cookies, milk, story hour and a short nap after that.

            I remember first grade Mrs. Crisp was the teacher; she was an African American woman. Reason I remember so well is because it was Hollow ween week and the class carved a pumpkin. Cliffton Hayes and I were constantly acting up in class and being put in time out behind the rolling chalk boards where we stared out the window.

            When we got put in time out, all the kids that day got a piece of pumpkin to taste except for Clifton and I because we were in time out. I told my mother, and she told Mrs. Crisp you could at least let all the kids try a piece of pumpkin, that wasn’t right. 25 years later Clifton Hayes was strung out on some type of Hallucinate drug and was seen running naked in the middle of winter into the trees behind lower trail lake. Later in the spring his body was found, some animal had been eating on it. RIP Clifton.

            Mrs. Hatch was my 2nd grade teacher. Eric Sweeter, who I thought was my friend, he really wasn’t, it’s just we got into trouble together a lot. I remember one time his mother brought Eric to my home on old Nash to play with me. All he did was throw my Tonka toys around attempting to break them, that my father found at the Seward City dump. I told my mother that Eric was trying to break my toys, so he didn’t come over anymore.

            I think it was about the summer of that year I helped my uncle Orrah build a 8 foot wooden slab picket fence around our 1.36 acre property, That later when I was fourteen years old I pulled myself up to the top and attempted to jump over snagging my right arm tearing it open and you could see my yellow fat, purple blood and blue muscle.

            The neighbor kid I was jumping over the fence to play with was about 11 years old and said “I’ll get a bandage from mother” I looked at him as I squeezed my open torn wound together with my left hand and said “I don’t think a bandage is going to work for his” I ran all the way around the fence up the 22 steps into my parents house and said to my mom “look what I did”

            She saw my arm and yelled “Kenny you got to take Benny to the hospital he’s ripped his arm open really bad, he’s going to need stitches” She wrapped it and my dad drove me to the ER in Seward where the doctor put something like 42 base ball stitches in my arm and I Have the scar to show for it.

            Mrs. Whitmore was my 3rd grade teacher and to me she was evil. They all probably thought the same as me, being a holly terror and all. I still thought being labeled as a holy terror was cool being a wreck less, wild child and all I was.

I remember we were all sitting on the floor watching a movie on VHS. Eric Sweeter was laying on his belly in front of me with his legs straight out exposing his shoelaces. So, I inched over and tied his laces into a knot, and no one saw me, so I moved all the way to the back of the classroom.

            After the movie Eric got up to walk and tripped falling over. Mrs. Whitmore attempted to untie the knot but failed then she said out loud to the class “Whoever tied Eric’s shoelaces in a knot does not come forward is chicken!” So, I sat in the very back under my breath going cluck, cluck, cluck making a chicken sound, no one heard me, and I never got caught. This is the first time I ever admitted to this day to it, yes it was I Benny Moe the chicken. Cluck, cluck, cluck.

            In Jr. high through high school, I didn’t fit in with the smart kids nor the jocks, but the stoners accepted me, because I’d smoke pot with them, even though I never really liked pot. When I smoked it, I’d just sit there with a huge grin on my face feeling week and stupid while my fellow peers poked fun at me and I thought to myself only if I wasn’t stoned, I’d kick your ass!

            I was big into machines anything with a motor and fast, I never had the money or the real know how to have anything descent running to toy with until I reached my late 20’s and I was making really good money commercial fishing even though I’d been longing lining since I was 15 years old, but I blow my money soon as I made it. Easy come, easy go. My dad would say “Ben you work real hard real fast, make a bunch of money and blow it” When I was in my early 20s, I found out I loved cocaine and strip clubs. Back when boats were getting 16 cents lbs. for P cod (grey cod) The Dakota I was fishing on were getting 65 cents lbs. for gut and gill.

            We’d put in close to a million pounds a year right outside of the Bay of Seward. In one picture you see me all geared up for winter long lining. I AM the deck boss in the photo and that year I was washed overboard, but here I AM.

            We had a contract with Sahale of Alaska fish buying and processing for the local stores in Anchorage Alaska. Every 72 hours we had to deliver twenty thousand pounds of cod to the processing place off Northern Lights. I was the one that drove the truck van to Anchorage with twenty totes of cod to Anchorage Alaska. Sometimes either my dad, mom or uncle Orrah would go for a ride with me, and we’d stop before turning around and I’d buy us lunch, breakfast or dinner depending on what time of day. Sometimes when I was by myself, I’d spend a couple hours and a couple 3,4 hundred at a strip club, usually Show Boat on Old Seward Hwy or Crazy Horse on Gambel. Nothing like some blow and Blow! No what I mean.

            I’d get bored with fishing after a while and do something else for a while then get bored with that and do something else different. I’ve visualized, dreamed and put into action, through my mind different businesses that I started out of pocket which were very successful right from the start.

            Secret to great success is visualizing what you want and feeling the emotion in your heart of already receiving the result. Thought in the mind combined with the feeling of emotion (Energy in motion) in your heart put into action (work) and you will have your heart’s desires. God is energy and God is in everything. God is you, earth, air, land, ocean everything is God. I AM who I AM (YHWH) God is consciousness, when you breath in oxygen you’re breathing in consciousness, you are breathing in God. “God won’t let me die”

            I was 12 years old laying on my bed talking with God in my mind, I’d always be talking to God, even now I AM speaking with God in my mind, and I will always be having conversation with God even after I leave this avatar 3-dimensional body behind.

            As I was laying there a thought came into my mind, it was more than a thought. It was an awakening of my awareness of my all-divine consciousness. The closest I could ever find trying to put it into any words to describe it came to me. Ready?

 Here it is “The existence of my identity and the identity of my existence” There is no word that can describe it. For it is a “SPIRITUAL AWAKENING” I had my first spiritual awakening at the age of twelve years old and then fell back asleep.December 12, 2022, I heard the voice of an angel. It was a nurse leaning over me saying “Good morning I need to get you vitals” I opened my eyes and had my second spiritual awakening and have been awake ever since that moment.

            It’s a knowing of my ALL-DIVINE MIND, being one with God and knowing God through everything I do. I AM who I AM (YHWH) is the breath of consciousness. When a baby is first born it’s first breath in is with your mouth open suck in air (consciousness) YE-AH feel it in the back of your throat and into your lungs. Then breath out (consciousness) WE-HA feel the breath leaves your lungs out or your mouth, last breath is soul leaving body.

            Now try holding your breath for a very long time or don’t breathe in and see what happens. You will eventually black out, because you are out of fresh oxygen (consciousness). Consciousness is God.

            Jesus said in Luke 17; 20 “The Kingdom of God is not coming in ways that can be observed” 21 “But the kingdom of God is in the midst of you”

            John 10:34 Jesus answered them “Is it not written in your Law, I said, you are Gods?

            Psalms 82:6-8 I said, “You are gods, sons of the Most High, all of you; 7 “nevertheless, like men you shall die, and fall like any prince.” 8 Arise, O God, judge the earth; for you shall inherit all the nations! Psalms 46:10 “Be still and know that I AM God. I will be exalted among the nations; I will be exalted in the earth!” 11 The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress. Selah.

The Roman Catholic Church tortured and murdered over 80,000 people in the name of Christianity, why do you think there are torture chambers under the old ancient Catholic churches and, I bit you do not know that the old ancient cathedral churches are built on top of pyramids? How do I know this stuff? Because for the last two years I’ve been researching and studying ancient forgot suppressed knowledge that’s tens of thousands of years old. Psalms 46:10 “Be still and know that I AM God. I will be exalted among the nations; I will be exalted in the earth!” 11 The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress. Selah.

                      In 321AD Pope John Constatine was ordered by the Roman Catholic Vatican to remove over 45 writings from the original scriptures that including the Gospel of Thomas, Gospel of Mary, Gospel of the Holly 12 and many other scrolls. The Nag Hammadi being over 1600 years old and much, much more been discovered. Sisters and brothers, you need to wake up and learn the truth.

          God has been externalized by religion and spirituality (true, raw, real spirituality) has been adulterized dirtied by false practices and believes. God is inside each one of us, Jesus said God is within you again and again, seek and you shall find. Jesus came to earth to awaken us, to free us from the God of religion. Remember he was crucified for blasphemy?  Let’s think about that. Jesus was teaching his disciples to awaken to the god inside of each one of them, including Mary.

            Knowledge is suppressed and fear is worshipped. I fear no god of this world for I do not believe in a false god that’s been pushed on humanity through the church and government. Be free as I AM for, I do not fear death. I understand death. Death has no hold on me. Death is not the end. Death is the beginning. Ask yourself, why do they call it an awakening when someone dies? Hmmm. Think about that. Sisters and brothers Jesus also taught meditation when he said “seek and you shall find” heaven is within you.

I never liked school; I really didn’t have any real friends or look forward to going to school. I was always in trouble on the bus, classroom and playground. Kids on the playground would gang up on me like a circle and make fun of me. I remember getting hit and I wouldn’t cry, so they’d say no brain, no pain. Those kids didn’t realize when I was about five years old, I fell and split my nose on the end of a barrel funnel and my father never saw me cry again, till 30 years later he was on his death bed me holding my hand.

The kids would make fun of my last name and call me Moe the last of the Mohicans is what they called me, which didn’t bother me. One of the jokes was when God was handing out brains, I thought he said trains and one of the kids said that Moe be generous and took the smallest one.