SONG* “What Have I Done to Deserve This” by The Pet Shop Boys
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In Dreams They Come…
Mysterious, with riddles and no reason
But for some it’s a miracle,
Inspiration that drives and compels
To go on when life feels empty
And hopeless, trapped by a reality
Of rules we did not make, of a hell
We have little control over…
A guiding light of Inspiration,
A gift from God, from the Universe?
So many Questions…who, what,
When, where…Always why?
Endless answers, endless possibilities…
It’s different for everyone…
The Bravest go on to live, to
Chase dreams…The weak settle…
I swear settling seems like the most
Painful word to hear…
But for some hope comes in dreams…
It can take many forms, yet it
Always bears the same courageous
Charm that knows no limits or
Boundaries or laws…MAGIC.
In this essence, in magic, that
Comes from dreams…with faith
And a prayer it can do amazing things…
Keep going, you must always
Keep going…that’s what the box says.
Now…the pen is given and guided
By his voice, with a welcoming and
Kinder tone…Varence tells the tale
I asked for.
“It was never my intention to create
A myth or a mysterious riddle…
For Ages the Watchers have been
Held back by binding laws that
Restrict intervention…yet there are
Always chanced opportunities…
Offering ways that we can do
Something…so some of us take that
Chance…
“As I have said before, or tried to,
We have learned the best way to
Convey a message is through a story.
Believe it, don’t believe it…stop
Now and walk away and chase
Something else…but don’t read on
And complain of cryptic words…
By now it should be clear there’s
More going on here than meets the
Eye…You won’t find the answers
You’re looking for simply in any
Obvious place on pages printed
From the past…The overseers of
Earth bind the truth and edit
Everything to prevent anyone
From discovering things…That’s when
I attempt chance stories throughout
Times like this…to break their
Cycle…
“And for the record, the Watchers
Aren’t Fallen Angels or Demons…
Don’t test my patience with
Schemes…”
Ceres laughed as she sat beside
Him watching the scowl on his
Face. “He asked you to tell him
The story of your Oberon…Not
Interject words of your temper…
Varence…Don’t waste time please.”
“I am calmly composed.” He
Assured her with only a slightly
Arched brow.
She crossed her legs and played with
Her fingers over her knee as she
Watched me write. “The impossible
Boy is vexed by criticism…how…
Entertaining.” She threw her
Head back and laughed. “I love it.”
“Vexed?” He said to her with a
Serious face. “You think I am
Challenged?”
“This…was your idea, not mine.” Ceres
Said firmly to him then looked to me.
“It’s amusing to say the least.”
“To be challenged by idle minds when
I offer genuine help?”
She laughed again. “Genuine? A rhyme…
Riddles…I tell plainly, you indulge
With words and call it thinking…”
“Would you like to tell the story then?”
He asked her sarcastically. “Will you
Spare nothing of a word of support
For me?”
She eyed him with a sly smile. “That
You would ask me…of this Oberon?”
She laughed. “I had no choice
Nor interest in that idea you had…
And words of support? Ha! I am
Here for him ONLY,” she pointed
To me, “Not you…remember that.
If you want to entertain reasoning
With foolish deductions of your
Identity…only an idiot would try
To reason with fools. Just tell the
Story and stop wasting time…You
Always tell him…who cares what
They think? So yes, I find this
Amusing that now you hesitate
To win over a moment…when there
Are far more important things
To address…”
“Offer me something.” Varence
Gestured with a sincere expression
As he held his hand out openly
In his lap. “Because for his
Sake,” he nodded to me, “You are
Involved too…Now don’t deny it.”
She eyed him fiercely. “Fine.
If I am to take part, for his
Sake I will offer this…He,”
She nodded once at him, “Is not
A Demon, nor Fallen Angel…Idiot
Yes, but not a Fallen Angel. How’s
That?”
“Ceres…” He groaned rolling his eyes.
“An idiot for fools to toss coins
Or rings of ideas at.” She laughed.
“Chance reason with him, and you
Will sadly be waiting a long time.
So…save your time, and as I do
And have done so many times…just
Call him an idiot.” She beamed
A victorious smile. “Can we begin
The story now?”
He curled his lips with frustration
With his eyes staring upwards
As if begging for help from above.
He knew arguing with her was
Pointless… “Fine…onwards with
The story.”
“And no wasting time with pleas of
Understanding why you did it…Just
Tell it.” She somewhat growled at him.
“Tell it true…And that’s not me
Asking…It’s what you will do.”
He sighed, but gave in…eyeing me
With a gentle humorous chuckle. She
Did have a way with words, especially
With him. And she was right he did
Always say stop worrying what others
Think just do it…The job, the mission,
Whatever it required, distractions
Just waste time.
His eyes wandered slowly up then
Down, dancing sideways and all around
As he composed the story in his head to
Be written down.
“It was never my intention to impart
A riddle nor cryptic message, not once,
Not ever…to anyone. You must
Understand that. We, I, must move
Carefully in everything I do. To
Encourage the right moment, the
Right dawn of idea is no easy task,
Many argue…Just tell me, give
Me the answer? Would they do it
Then only once…or follow it with a
Thousand more requests? Then
Preach to others of their marvelous
Discovery they solely alone made…
HA! Few give credit where it is due,
So few, thank you…”
“You are babbling again…” Ceres moaned
Playing with her fingers with her
Hand over her knee and eyes staring
Off past the Circle of Light.
Varence paused then went on patiently…
“Consider this as we begin…Ideas,
Inspiration…can you honestly say
From where they come? For with all
Things there is a cause and effect…
A push…and a reaction…Be they
With whispered words, or the
Chance of an image that falls before
The eyes…All dreams come from
Somewhere…Some are independent
Creations of an intuitive mind…while
Others are influenced…Very often,
Too often, the creativity found in
One can inspire countless others…
“There are mysteries in the universe
One day you…and all of Earth will
Discover are not limited to the minds
Of your world. Stories and scenarios
Repeat in endless combinations everywhere…
The music, art and literature of one
World is very much like that of many
Others…If you think love stories are
Restricted to Earth, think again.
“And forgive me again for this seemingly
Strange dialogue…but again I am offering
You a very obvious clue. These musings
Are gifts from a Universal Source…
Art inspires…Visual stimulation is
Very powerful…Anything with the
Senses is. Consider that, really think
About…Eyes and Ears…pause,
Reflect, eyes and ears.” He pointed to
His own then went on. “The mysteries,
The questions you seek…The answers
Are more simple than you know.
“In rare minds are born talent, guided
By time and whatever passion or
Joy or agony they traverse…but more
Importantly they are also relevant
To the solutions for tragic problems
That the logical mind debates
With science. To put it plainly, Bill…
“The box…the locks, the keys…the
Artwork has a power science will
One day know. Songs answer
Riddles…The Forces that shape the
Universe…Time, Light, Sound…The
Visual masterpiece…the words written
Down…and music…These are all powerful
Tools…weapons…and cures to
Anything and everything. Do you
Understand? Heaven grants gifts this
Way everywhere…They can solve
Any problem…There are cures there…
In time they will learn this…The
Greatest works of art, literature and
Music…also hold the keys to all
The secrets of the Universe…
“The gifts granted to the great
Composers will cure many diseases…
Sound.
“Words can heal…Art can save lives,
In its essence…The alchemy, the
Pencil lead becomes the priceless gold…
Building things…that no logical mind
Could come up with on its own. One day
They will see…”
He sighed, laughed, then sat up tall
And straight… “Every so often I
Chanced to give a message to someone.
Nothing grand, just a taste to chase
A dream creatively with someone
Lost…So here this was, how it happened
With Oberon…”
Ages ago to mortal Earth, but not
That long to the Watchers…It was
Just a typical day of observing and
Recording data for the ships records.
“All demons have vessels to
Record data of Earth’s activity you
Know.”
“Varence!” Ceres snapped. “Enough
Of your bruised ego. Tell the story.”
He grinned then continued. The words
Take new direction now, to spare his
Ego from brooding.
Varence sat in the Captain’s chair,
Casually observing the surface…details,
Scans, tedious notes taken and recorded.
With lightning speed. Cities, villages,
Countries far and wide…crude
Civilization…Tantrums, barbarians…
Weddings, funerals, births…children
Playing…Tribes hunting and fighting
In the tropics…Brutes and bullies
In the North…Emperors, kings and
Queens in lands with castles and
Taxed slaves…Farming…Hunters,
Gatherers…tales of woe from the poor
And abused…Tales of misunderstanding
And philosophy from those with
More convenient life styles…Those
With money had more time to think,
Preach and scheme…while those that
Were born less fortunate to work had
Less time for games…
The one steadfast constant…hope…faith…
And their polar opposites…greed and lust.
Love was the gamble in between…They
All wanted it, few understood and
Appreciated it…But artists, writers
And composers were always compelled
To paint it…to write it down…to
Sing it or play it with music…
Ah, the reliability of the arts…
To chase love…and thus secretly
Inspire…civilization…Some things
Never change.
He tapped his finger on the console
As the endless data streamed in
To record…It came so fast; individual
Details were scarcely significant…Only
The big picture was clear, how the
Earth was growing, changing. But
Occasionally here and there voices
And faces stood out…from all manners
Of lands, societies and classes. There
Were echoes of speeches and decrees
From the rulers…love songs, brief epics
Of struggle for mortal important things…
That were otherwise meaningless far
Away and above.
Prayers always caught his ears and
Eyes, the Earth of the believers in
Something bigger and better beyond
Measure of what they know. Now
That was merit. If only people knew
How much faith caught the attention
Of those watching from higher
Stations…
Some thought logic was the true sign
Of intelligence. HA! Logic was a
Bitter scheme of the mind to control
Things, it’s reasoning varied on every
World…and always depended on
Power. Ah, they never learn. Yes, chase
Logic…run round and round, build
Your sciences, chain nature…Faith
Was more pure and passionate, the
Rhythm of virtue and humanity…It
Knew only reason of the heart…
And was a mysterious as the Universe
Itself…there are vast clues there. It
Was much like art…inspired from
Ethereal forces…no reason, no logic…
It was born of mystery…That’s
Why such things are priceless.
As he sat calmly studying the
Data…he saw how the time passed
So quickly there…The time, the timing…
A different measure for the Watchers
Who exist outside of time.
Perhaps it was time again to chance
A brief interaction of inspiration. Sure,
He was plainly bored…It was not
A devious scheme, only a notion…
A random guess. He studied the
Lands very quickly, then rolled his
Finger around and fell to point it
Down upon an old Britain…They
Had such a charming language that
Danced through his ears…words that
Truly intrigued his mind. The
Composition of words to communicate
Is fascinating…because so few
Communicate very well.
Varence slowed down the data stream
For closer examination…In mortal terms
He slowed his view of time to one we
Understood…to minutes, hours, days…
Ah, a voice caught his ears…of a
Writer, poet, aspiring play write…
A William…
Without much though he froze the
Data stream to a snail’s pace…
Mortal time…And listened closely to the
Writer’s mind and the poetic verses that
Ambled through it and struggled there.
The man was very wordy and troubled.
But still creative, and thus receptive.
Perfect! The ideal choice for a dream
To be delivered.
Varence took one of the astral crystals,
Placed it on the panel for sending and
Receiving…and summoned this writer
As he slept to the Bridge to stand
Before him in a dreamy state…
Varence sat tall and proud, still dressed
In robes…The drape Ceres had covered
Him with not long ago…to them…He
Appeared quite the sight to this mortal
Man of old Earth…Powerfully built,
Fearless looking, of pale complexion
And an expression of calm amusement.
Camlo was there, his blond associate
Sat stunned at his station in his blue
Uniform as their new visitor appeared
Very shaken. Camlo of course said nothing.
“Where am I?” Asked the man. “What
Is this?”
“You are very interesting.” Varence said
To the man in a tone that was
Mighty and confident; the perfect
Immortal tone. “Your work, your words,
You render them well.”
The man hesitated. He was dreaming, yes?
“Who?” He was nervous to speak, and
Could only take in the strange surroundings.
The sparkling lights of the panels of
The bridge seemed like a magical place.
“It’s a dream you are having,”
Varence assured him, “Rest easy, it
Is just a dream of your Mid-Summer…
It means nothing…”
“Who?” The man wondered with fantastic
Awe as he looked around.
“Ah yes, names amuse you…” Varence
Felt very bored but riddlesome…he
Needed a touch of humor. “I am Oberon,
Lord of the Faire…”
Camlo’s eyes nearly burst. Had he heard
That right?
“The Fair Folk of the Woods?” The man
Asked. “The fairies and nymphs of
Legends old…exist?”
Varence gestured with wide eyes. ‘Here
I sit…You see me…I am as real
As you believe…Whatever your eyes
And ears tell you, that is what I am.”
“Lord Oberon…” the man weakly
Repeated…humbled, fearful, totally in awe.
Camlo was so shocked he could not move.
“Your words and mind amuse me”
Varence said.
“I amuse you?” The man asked.
“Yet you struggle to write down what
You feel…” Varence studied him with
The brave ego of something beyond even
His imagination. “Your words carry
Across many ears…Stop worrying so much
What people think…write it down…Be
Brave, you inspire, so be it and inspire.
Give them something to chase and
Believe in.”
“But I…” The man was just overwhelmed.
“Political unrest and scandals are
Ceaseless…They never change the world.”
Varence told him with a proud tone.
“When art is brave with love it
Has power…it speaks to the heart
And puts courage there.” He leaned
Forward giving the imposing presence
Of something masterful. “Give them
Magic…Tell them tales of Lord
Oberon…Your Kings and Queens
Have no power over me…I watch
Them be born, I watch them die…
Their castles and kingdoms do not
Impress me.”
The man was at a loss of words. “Sir?
Lord?”
“Take this dream I offer you and
Give them Magic…” Varence went on
Dramatically. “Inspire…Test and
Tempt their faith and love…And
Give them Magic. Your world has no
Power over me…I could bend and
Break your world if I desired it so.
Impress me…”
“But lord I am a mere player of words.”
The man pleaded. “I—“
“See this dream as chance,” Varence
Of Oberon imposed upon him with such
A mighty presence it was fantastic, “Life,
The life you live is a game. Rules
Weigh down your reasons…You dare to
Entertain the crown? The crowds? Your
Words put more in their minds than
You know…set yourself free and write
It down…Ages will live upon your pages,
Generations will thrive on what you
Dare to do and others not…Tell them
Of Lord Oberon and shake the foundations
Of their belief…and build dreams.”
The man was at a loss of words…Was
He hearing right? This Lord of the Faere,
Of Magic lore was putting faith in…him?
Just then, from a distance an absent
Ceres was returning to her station on the
Bridge. She had been making a call
Home to her sister when she was struck
By the strangest sensation…a new presence
Among them? She approached the bridge
Slowly catching the echo of the
Conversation on the bridge…What was that
Scoundrel up to now?
“Now listen to me,” Oberon said to the man,
“You are a true master of words, ears
Listen to you, minds dream with the pictures
You paint. But your world is locked in a
Pitiful embrace of ignorance…Limitations
And crude concepts. They chase ideas but
Never manifest the magic. They are but
Puppets to the crowns that keeps them…
Politics…how boring. They dream and
Waste their time not living, not doing…
Throwing tantrums over nothing…idle
Chatter, gossip…preaching…adoring, what?
Themselves? They fight over nothing…
You entertain children. Inspire them with
Magic and turn them into men. Write
About Goddesses and Muses and make
The little girls into women…”
The man was clearly confused, but
Intrigues. “Lord?”
“These children of your world wouldn’t
Know a real woman if they saw one.”
Oberon went on like a grand orator; while
Camlo sat stunned with his jaw wide
Open. “Now…let me tell you about
A true woman…A woman of true
Power and Grace, a Goddess of Nature
Whose beauty shines everlasting above
And through the stars and the sun and
The moon …A woman of wisdom and
Splendor, divine of virtue that could
Charm the wildest wicked beast with
Her song and charms…A TITAN…A
Woman so strong no one dare challenge
Her…All of Nature bows before her,
The Fierce Lions arte cubs to her, the
Mighty bears her little babes…let me
Tell you of this Goddess…this TITAN…
My—“
Just then Ceres entered the bridge to a
Scene which left her stunned. There
Was a man in a nightshirt standing
In a Circle of Light before her scheming
Coworker…The fool was filling
His head with some terrific game!
But the man’s eyes fell upon her
And went so wide they nearly popped
From his skull. There stood the most
Beautiful, perfect vision her had ever
Seen, nothing could compare to her,
NOTHING! He moaned with awe…and
Some mortal lust.
Varence followed his eyes and
Turned to see Ceres standing there in her
Red dress and flaming wavy golden hair…
A vision…with the expression of
Scorned rage. “This is my—“
“TIT…ania…” The man weakly
Moaned with hungry eyes.
Ceres immediately sensed the man’s
Roaming eyes and childish hormonal
Thoughts upon her and was DISGUSTED.
“No, no” Varence attempted to
Correct the man’s careless slip of the
Tongue. “This is—“
“The Fairest of the Faere, a Queen
Suitable to Lord Oberon!” The man
Exclaimed.
Ceres gasped and blinked at the words.
“What did he say?”
“The Magnificent Oberon and his Fair
Titania!” The man declared, the sight
Of her filled his head with boundless
Ideas…most dreamy adolescents
Could identify with this.
“Oberon?” Ceres repeated. “Lord Oberon?”
“Have you come to serve your Lord
Fairest Queen?” The man humbly asked.
“Serve?” Ceres repeated with revulsion,
She sensed exactly what he meant
And her stomach turned. She then
Walked slowly into the room…Very
Sultry and frothing with the anger
Of a Tempest. “What has the Lord
Oberon been minding?”
“I am Puck.” Camlo chimed in. “The
Satyr of the Woods…”
“Ah of course attending the Lord’s
Whims.” Ceres nodded as she stood
Beside the throne to eye the scoundrel
Down.
“Now this is not as it appears.” Varence
Said somewhat shyly.
“There’s no need for words.” Ceres
Beamed dramatically. “The Lord is
Graced with brilliance, he knows all
And sees all…The Master of Time
And Fate…Oberon is the great bearer
Of words to the Fortunate Few,
Brave hearts needing his guidance.
The wisest of men are but cheats
And fools by comparison…For Oberon
Is grander than all the stars in the
Night sky, and I wake but to
Take in the breath of Oberon…To
Take in his essence, his charms and
Everlasting glow…The God over mere
Men…So fair and handsome no
Words have been made to reflect
His eternal overbearing presence…To
Call him a mere man is but an
Insult…for Oberon…” She played with
Her hair and really played it up. “Delight
Me with words my Lord, thy Grace
And Grandeur gives me life to live…
For I could not exist without Oberon,
I could not see, nor hear, nor feel, nor
Touch without Oberon…Why the
Sight of him fills me with such warmth…
It BURNS…My eyes look upon
Him…and they are on FIRE…”
The man twitched with delight as
He listened to her… “Ah, My Lord…
The Fair Titania adores you…You
Are the Most Fortunate Lord to have
Such a Queen adore you!”
A silent pause. Varence eyed Ceres
And saw no adoration in her eyes, but
Instead an inferno of concealed rage.
“Those words I believe are said
In haste…” He nodded playfully. “Perhaps
You should return now to your slumber
And consider what I have said…write…
Inspire…”
“Great Lord Oberon I am forever
Humbled,” the man humbly said, “Oh
Fair Titania…No vision will ever
Compare—“
Varence cut him off there and sent the
Man back to his bed sound and safe
Asleep…Where he would dream the
Dream of dreams!
Silence…Tension filled the bridge.
“Oberon?” Ceres simply asked.
“Now Ceres…” He tried to say.
“Oberon?” She repeated.
“And I am Puck.” Camlo quietly
Added.
“Ceres I was attempting—“ Varence
Tried to explain…
“A great talking Phallus!” Ceres
Shouted. “That is precisely what
You are!”
“May I explain?” He begged.
“Can you? Should you? Do you know
How?” Ceres scolded. “The Phallus
Speaks words of reason?”
“Ceres, please…” He said…
“Phallus, please…” She replied.
“Ceres…”
“Phallus…” She only recoiled.
“Ceres!” He returned.
“Phallus!” She said louder.
“Ceres!” He yelled.
“Phallus!” She shouted. “A great
Giant talking Phallus!”
“Ceres!” He groaned.
“Phallus.” She growled.
“Will you please stop calling me that!”
He yelled.
“Could I? Should I?” Ceres said
As she turned and spun about, then
Looked down at her chest. “Do
Breasts have words also?”
“Ceres!” Varence shouted.
“Phallus!” She shouted back.
“That is not what I intended,”
He defended, “I said TITAN…
I was trying to employ the inspiration
Of a great woman…”
“That is not what he saw,” she
Growled, “These imps and their
Hormones do not think clearly…
Their minds are tainted always…
PHALLUS!”
“Ceres!” He begged.
“Phallus!” She yelled.
“Ceres, please!” He begged.
She turned to bitterly walk away.
“Phallus’s do not apologize…
They rise and fall.” She paused
To stare him down. “You rose…
Now fall…The next time you
Talk about me to anyone I will be
There to make things quite clear.”
Varence rolled his eyes then stroked
His hand over his face fretting
Over consequences…she was furious.
“Is there nothing I can say now?”
“How much more can a Phallus speak?”
She asked. Then she walked away
Before he could answer.
And now, the final words for now…
“You see…she is a Titan, no Titania
There ever was…” Varence said calmly
With the pen on paper here. “But more
Importantly read and deliver this
Message to the eyes and ears…
We were here long before the
First King that ever was…And
Will be long after the last one…
A moment for us…is what for you?
Who sees more? If there was a
Game to play who would win?”
“Mountains will move.” Ceres added
Fast… “This time…Christmas is
In the spring…” She smiled wide.
Valiant
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Spirit Train Chronicles 
BIG BANG THEORY
AS PLAYS OUT IN EACH PERSONAL WORLD
From the briny waters of the seas there crawled out upon the land snails, scorpions, and frogs. Today frogs still lay their eggs in water, and their young first exist as little fishes, tadpoles. This period could well be known as the age of frogs.
When the seas were at their height, a new evolutionary development suddenly occurred. Abruptly, the first of the land animals appeared. There were numerous species of these animals that were able to live on land or in water. These air-breathing amphibians developed from the arthropods, whose swim bladders had evolved into lungs.
5. The Crustal-Shifting Stage
The Fern-Forest Carboniferous Period
The Age of Frogs
CONNECT ABOVE TO THE BELOW VIDEO AS EVOLUTION PLAYS OUT IN THE WOMB
READ THIS SMALL PORTION FROM ANOTHER THAT CHANNELS
READ INTO IT AND ASK YOURSELF HOW THE OBVIOUS IS HIDDEN FROM THIS PERSON KNOWING THAT AS THEY ALL WALK DOWN THE ROAD TOGETHER
ALWAYS ARE THEY WITH YOU 24/7___HOPE ALL OF YOU EXPERIENCE VERY SOON IN THE MOST WONDERFUL WAY.
And in Divine Grace … I love you and leave you for today my friends.
Correction … we never leave each other … WE ARE ONE.
Yeah, but you know what I mean! Gotta go. Places to go, people to see ! Love ya and many, many thanks.
SIX–DIVINE FEMININE-ENERGY FORM__HEART AKA JESUS IN MALE OR FEMALE FORM
NINE__DIVINE MASCULINE ENERGY FORM__MIND AKA GOD THE FATHER IN MALE OR FEMALE FORM
THREE IS THE CHILD WITHIN OR THE EGO WHICH CONSTITUTES THE TRINITY AND THE FOURTH POWER IS THE HUMAN SPIRIT OR VOICE AS SHOWN VERY STRONGLY AT THE 4:37 MARK OF THE FORTH POWER VIDEO.
WITHIN EACH AND EVERY HUMAN
AS EACH PERSON IS A WORLD OF THEIR OWN ABOVE AS THE YIN__YANG ARE THE TWO WITNESSES INSIDE OF EACH PERSON.
THE TWO WITNESSES TO COME ON THE PLANET ON THE WORLD WIDE STAGE WILL BE SAME AS DESCRIBED ABOVE AS THE MESSENGER COUPLE AND EVERYONE WILL BE ABLE TO “FEEL THEM” AS IN TOXIC VIDEO .
MAMA SING TENOR
DADDY SING BASS
HAVE ANY OF YOU EVER READ THE ABOVE IN ANY BOOK ??????? NEITHER HAVE I ___SO WHERE DID IT COME FROM?????THE TWO WITNESSES INSIDE OF MY PERSONAL WORLD~~~
WHERE DID TESLA GET IT FROM??????? THE TWO WITNESSES INSIDE OF HIM?????
AS DESCRIBED ABOVE–ARE THOSE TWO WITNESSES ALIVE WITHIN EACH PERSON???
AS CERTAIN PEOPLE CHOP PEOPLES HEADS OFF OR ANY OTHER HEINOUS ACT> HAVE THE TWO WITNESSES INSIDE OF THEM SO THEY CANNOT DENY IT WHEN THE TIME COMES???
DO YOU THINK I WOULD DARE TO EMBELLISH OR LIE “KNOWING” THE IMMEDIATE ABOVE> THEY HAVE “GOT” ME.
WILL NOT AND WOULD NOT LEAD ANY ASTRAY “KNOWING” WHAT I KNOW
Hi Dave, there’s some info on the web suggesting that this one tesla interview was actually written in the 1940s for a play. This isn’t to say that the information is any less valid – just that it may not have been from an interview in 1899. Tesla’s autobiography does explore some of these ideas since there was a concerted effort at the time to examine the “aether” or “spirit energy”. There is one famous encounter with this spirit energy in the form of his pet pigeon – he reported that he saw its spirit essence as it passed away, as many people claim with other loved ones. He was completely devastated after it passed.
So this would place the material either in the realm of “make believe” or in the area of either “creative inspiration” or “channeled information”. It’s funny how creative inspiration is seen as often yielding solid solutions to difficult problems, whereas channeled information is often dismissed as being “fake” or “from a potentially evil source”. I’m not sure how these two things are different. Well, something that is encouraging humanity’s progress can be seen to be a threat to those who wish to preserve the status quo!
Scientific exploration into “etheric energy” was halted mostly because it became a project of governments to weaponize it. So we’re either on the fringe or on the bleeding edge of this “technology” (sorry I know it is a funny thing to say, since we’re really studying our separation FROM it…).
I’m glad you’ve found as many positive benefits from understanding the “spirit” of Tesla as I have. He was a great man, and way ahead of his time.
FIRE AND ICE…GAIA SOPHIA CALLS THE TUNE…THE ICE AGE COMETH…
Wow….I cannot thank you all enough. Something gets more fenced that there are lots of your precious sharing are again unavailable to me. So, dear Barb, you are just helping me to “read” what Dave had given in a lovely way. The picture Dreamwalker just selected for this weekend’s dreamflight seems the very echo to all that you are revealing and showing, you Dave, Robin and Barb.
Last time, forgot to praise what the wonderful thread that Dreamwalker just began for us !!! Then again, what the very resonance between or even among, with regards to Goorbez, though I still haven’t read yet.
Barb, what a great interpretation about evil. Then something keeps rocking me from the syn by Dave, Dreamwalker, ladies, B, P, R. !!! You know how much these mean to me !!!
This morning, I was just awakened by my alarm clock from a very lucid dream. It feels so personal that I once hesitated if it’s worth being presented here. Then it’s you who just gave me not only courage, but the very comfort, even much more than comfort !!!
Here is what just occurred, just like that did happen in the very reality.
source : playbuzz
Feb. 02, 2017, Dream Log about a Tiger…worrying naughty tiger
In dream, I realized that I’m dying and talked about my insurance with my mom who was not satisfied with the way that I dealt with it. More precisely, I didn’t make things in a wit, neither responsible way …I can no longer recall what’s the cause of my coming death. Anyhow, the point is I was so worried about my pet tiger. He looked adult, but too naughty to be like a boy. Not only I, but also my parents were worried about his future after my death. At that moment, there was someone who just brought a news [read from magazine?] that there is an association which offers a free one day healing-training camp for pets (rather dogs) . The location is at some rocky sea shore. There was a shepherd (female?) dog who looks so impressive thanks to her elegant, peaceful and intelligent face, sitting on a rock at my 13:00 (front-right). She wears a red band along with a cloche on her neck.
My very naught tiger, in my heart, is my very beloved younger brother that I can barely leave. He might realize my coming death, so became much more anxious. A friend accompanied me bringing him to this camp. There was one lady, a trainer like expert offered some course or test. God, I’ve never known my beloved tiger brother is so intelligent. His naughty behavior seems made on purpose for some very thoughtful reason.
When reading the next part, please don’t laugh….though even I myself cannot make any sense of it. The trainer or expert just let him choose a game to play which looks like some test. Then what I just witnessed is he was reading a magazine on a table, and attaching some tiny red stickers? to the nail-like stuffs. He seemed quite interested in NAILS (of human thumb???)
I chose this picture as above, for the location of that camp, such as where the table was set there were waters around it/us, though there was still some distance from the sea. I was told something, but cannot recall what’s it after waking up, but the sensation of patting his chest with my hand. That warmth, muscle and his dynamics, being hard to stay still, was the very thing which has haunted me till now. I feel so sad after waking up, just like all that in dream is not just a dream.
When looking for some correspondent picture to that tiger brother, I happened to see this which is reminding of Valiant’s picture…
source : expressphotos.blogspot.com
About Soekarno-Hatta International Airport (CGK) (Bandar Udara International Soekarno-Hatta)
source : 500px.com
It’s my very midnight now, forgive me that I’ve to finish this comment here. HUGS to you all, my beloved tribe.
p.s. Though I’ve felt so humble to be a freak of minority, studying the history, I’ve been aware of this…..Valiant is leading us to some nice direction and that he and we left or are making might so possibly becomes the very riddles of myth being studied by the resonated ones in the future, though I cannot imagine how far it would be.
http://awakeningthegoddess.org/dancing-durga-learned-riding-tiger-india/
Tiger is now a spirit helper, Feilla – you can call on him whenever you wish to help, protect and guide you. ❤ I would say this is a fairly auspicious day! ❤
I've learned that "Durga" (the template) is an important step in the path of realizing / bringing forward the divine goddess within.
Thank you for your uplifting / intelligent observations
SATURN AND PLUTO CALL THE TUNE…”EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE” 😀 ❤
“those who did not share what they kne, according to legend
and according to each occult sage–have been reincarnated
in the present, dawning Aquarian Age…
and also according to the legend
these reincarnated Atlantean High Priests and Priestesses
are being born in–or irresistibly drawn to
for one reason or another
the once fair land of California…”
GOOBERZ- Linda Goodman
http://planetxnews.com/2015/05/18/the-nikola-tesla-interview-hidden-for-116-years/
THANKS SPIRIT WALKER—–PLEASE LOOK AT THE DICE CUBE
THREE AND SIX SHOWING__AND__THREE PLUS SIX EQUALS NINE—
AND VIDEO BELOW AS TESLA ADVISES LATE IN VIDEO–UNDERSTAND 3_6_9_ AND??
Saturn 7… 😉 ❤ Thanks Dave, and thanks Dreamwalker for drawing my attention to GOOBERZ… wish I had read it 25 years ago! Now…about those Beatles…Revolution 9 …
Ahhhh, dear God~Dave, WOW. What a way Kryon has to bring it on home, look WITHIN. Thank you for such a short and yet powerful reminder and blessing me today, with sharing that helpful little message. I’ve long loved Kryon and yet not been a true follower as in needing to know everything, yet whenever I’m led to listen, it is exactly what I need to hear in the moment. Many things he said in this piece reflects what Valiant tells us. We always have some of the more activated/activating parts of God with us, ones with certain DNA, here showing us how it’s done. WE can arise in God Consciousness too.
Valiant’s stories makes it clear that ‘they’ may have more technological wonders, but we’re all equal. They’re just living on fancier worlds, driving fancier “cars”. On the inside they’re a lot like us. Now we see that some of them have clearly risen above and live more virtuously, which gives hope that different “systems” are indeed possible, other than the current system, we’ve unfortunately all too used to, of slavery and oppression. For even the aliens apparently crave to see the Divine Hand of God at work. They seek to discover how God works in mysterious ways, through His angels, the messengers of God, including observing and reflecting upon the Divine Light (Wisdom) in dear Bill, our Valiant messenger. For so many gather around this planet in such a tumultuous time, to see how the Light~Wisdom~Love of God will deliver us from Evil. EVIL=LIVE backwards. Evil is living life backwards, focused on harmfulness instead of harmlessness, of selfishness instead of selflessness, of creating fear and disharmony instead of love and harmony. Let us consider what is inside of us. The bible says the One within is greater than the one (we appear to be) on the outside. In other words don’t judge a book by its cover. We are living epistles (Love Letters)….read by men.
Dear Feilla, it is God and your Faith that made you whole! Of my own self, I can do nothing. With God….all things are possible.
1:35 MARK IS GOD INSIDE YOU?????
GOOBERZ… 😉 ❤
Man in the mirror = higher self 😉 😉
http://www.starseedastrology.com/single-post/ring-of-fire-solar-eclipse-pisces-astrology-february-2017
A plus syn…though I lose my memory again about what I just heard from…
It’s my very mid-night here, so pleas allow me to finish this comment here, but share some message that I just got from James Tyberron’s news letter…another
source : James Tyberron, Earth-Keeper News Letter
Sunday Feb 26
Maximum (Peak) Eclipse Times :
Pacific Time – 6:58 AM
Mountain Time : 7:58 AM
Central Time – 8:58 AM
Eastern Time – 9:58 AM
UT Time ( London – 2:58 PM
Paris – 3:58 PM
Monday Feb 27 – 1:58 AM -NSW Australia
Monday 3:58 AM – New Zealand
The Incredible Eclipse of February 26th
The Incredible Solar Eclipse of February 26th
Eclipses are always powerful events and this one is exceptionally so. It is one of the most potent events of 2017 and will allow incredible opportunities to go deep, to enter into higher realms and receive informative downloads about where you are in your life. After the difficult start to this year, this solar eclipse offers an OASIS of bright aspects, and offers great clarity on prioritizing your life, making key decisions and removing obstacles. This is a day to meditate, and offers incredible opportunities in clarity.
Celia Fenn
source : her frontpage, I don’t know why but cannot get it now…
26th February : New Moon and Solar Eclipse
The New Moon falls in Pisces, and is a Water Moon. This deep and dreamy energy goes along with a Solar Eclipse, grounding new Solar Codes into the New Earth grids.
This is a beautiful time to connect with your dreams and desires, and to focus intention for the year ahead.
My beloved ones, then again, let’s celebrate it together !!!
source : http://www.lepetitchouchou.com.br/2015/01/
Owing to my floating state, maybe along with the very astronomical effects, I’ve been quite seriously short-circuited, absent-minded. My mom hence gets quite worried, as I really don’t look sane !!! Honestly, I feel so handicapped in many senses.
Here, I would like to address my highest appreciation and gratitude to Barb & all (I do sense from), for YOU do bring me the very incredible magical healing power which just immediately turns the looking-like incurable inflammation, pain into the course of recovery !!! All my life, I had never taken drugs so frequently like this, however, I still don’t think they really strengthen, nor enhance any bit of the immune system. Dear Barb and all, how can I thank you enough for such great loving blessing from you !!!
Honestly, not only this time, I don’t know why I generally cannot distinguish the words were spoken by which watcher….even in the very course of reading. This time, yes, it’s clear…..For particularly in the last year, or last two years, when reading the occultism, reflected by some very art works, no mater Egyptian, Greek, Hellenistic, Indian, there are so many concerned art which have to do with. I hope I would have the time and chance to put them together here in the near coming days. If this has do to with guts, masculine….
Dear Suzanne, so great to have your lovely news, sweet stories along with your family again. This synchronicity along with what’s occurring around me, in my sense, is reminding me of something that Dave just gave me/us the very direction. There are quite amount of synchronicity the last days, or in fact not only these days. The last days, I was so thirsty to get inspired, I hence tried to watch some of my favorite TV series, such as Code Black season 2, episode 13 ; The Good Fight Season 1, 1st episode. God, they look like made for me (though I know not only), and the timing is so perfect. Interestingly, things are used to be like this, as we think it’s already the end, but it’s in fact the very new beginning. I’ve always wondered how creative those writer of drama are !!!
Worth referring the Code Black S2.E13. What a great lesson this plot is making, showing, when we are imputing fault or cause to someone(s), we generally don’t get the authentic or original causes. Being an historian, though it’s my work to look for the reasons or causes, I’ve never dared to be firmly convinced of what we are told, neither been confident of the senses that I can make. So, it’s my constant questions, what am I doing, and for what ? What’s the meanings of all these. How frustrated I’ve been for my very very ignorance and the faults, misunderstanding that I just cannot avoid.
I just move into another residence in another land, and still have to work hard on cleaning. The last days are not easy for me, for I’ve to confront again with the questionable foods, water, air, etc. All these are the essential life supply. However, the clean, only clean one is so hard to reach, or you just have to pay much to get it/them. The symptoms should pop up immediately, without any incubation. I want to let the ones who live in the clean, and hygiene places to know, these are such beautiful but rare condition that’s not always easy to get anywhere.
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I may be too wordy, the very subject that I was thinking to share is rather again….a huge impact made by a dream which occurred in the very early hours of Feb.25, 2017. Now a whole day just passed, I’m not sure how many pieces of the fading memory that I still can get….
Dream Feb. 25, 2017 : Scenes so similar to the film, Dante’s Peak (1997)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dante%27s_Peak
I can only recall some very important scenes, particularly the magma flowing right in front of me. I may charge that wiki plot of this film with the very details, since the very subjects are volcano, LAVA, movement, family, concerns, etc….
Strange that I don’t know why, though we all know that the volcano is erupting, we (my parents and I) still chose to go towards it, rather to leave. I or we do have fear, but just feel necessary to go towards it. I or we didn’t feel it’s going for death.
At the relatively early moment, when realizing the eruption of volcano, I in fact felt there are few possibility to survive. I first called to the very beloved and respected lady in this tribe with my white mobile phone (though in reality, I don’t have her phone number). Then we were starting to go rather towards the direction of the volcano.
Honestly, I cannot make out this is the scene of another timeline or rather a reminding ? I cannot help thinking of again the Goddess Pele that I’ve appreciated so, along with Dreamwalker (Troy), as it’s he who recognized and presented me the identity of very goddess according to my description of the lady that I saw during the meditation along with him, Tauno, Leslee and Lisa.
Interesting that we have two T and two L here. I once wonder if this is not a coincidence, and this just reminded me of the early Chinese bronze mirrors, as TLV are the very patterns which are decorated on mirrors’ back.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TLV_mirror
I’ve never wondered where are the V until now….
And then…Robin and Dave have never ceased helping decoding more, with incredible knowledge, various kinds of talent, bringing in the fantastic videos, links. Then lots of puzzles, questions, riddles seem dredged. These are in fact the puzzles that I’ve tried to make out. Owing to my limit of knowledge, I just could not. I could never imagine how lucky I’m to meet so many precious ones who just come to decode, to guide, to enlighten, to teach, to heal, to comfort, to company, to walk along with….My dear ones, you don’t know how hard I had ever tried, but the very long sojourn in France didn’t help melt the very barrier or wall in my mind until your presence in my life !!!
The last days, I’ve quite much introspection, if I don’t have so many moods which are used to jam my mind, would I get a clearer picture of the reality, or know people better? Lacking of sense of security, I realize how over-suspicious I’m used to be !!! At this moment, I cannot help thinking of Brianna, as she can just be so fearless, to do what she feels right without hesitation. I’ve been over concerned about the consequence. However, things seem to turn out always in some other unimaginable way.
Several days ago, I happened to finally find some more about gmail. The David Bear that I’ve missed, how could you put that adjective on your name ? No, you are the very shiny, golden, beautiful, loving blond angel that I’ve ever met, with such tender and delicate heart !!! Some words that I want to give to Stefan, too. This is another angel that I’ve also missed so. I just wondered why there would be a period of time we the ones could have the great circumstances where and when we just cannot stop sharing, talking. We all are moved by the very mutual understanding, interest, synchronicity. Then in that kind of exchange, this ONE gets expanding. I’ve asked myself, particularly at this very moment, why people like us should have never ceased this kind of self-loathing, but support ourselves much more with all our hearts ?!!! I know it’s not original we, the senses that we can make sense of ourselves are distorted. Though I know, it’s still not easy for me to thoroughly overcome it. If I can do something here, I want to say, you don’t know how great, nice, beautiful, awesome you are….so to Valiant !!!
To Sister P, and the other beautiful angels in silence. God, I saw, I felt and feel from you and hope so that can read you again….
I see your beautiful faith~full soul shining forth through your words Suzanne. What a wonderful post to read this morning. Thank you for letting the thoughts come out. I loved hearing them, and appreciated all that you shared. Just wanted you to know I’m glad to know more about you, it’s good to hear some of what you are experiencing, and how you are making connections with your family, and how you are overcoming your fear of how others might think or feel about it. Thank you for that gift, I needed some encouragement to not keep silent, just let it out, don’t judge it or worry about how others will judge it, and that they might pleasantly surprise you! These stories do really help me, yours, Valiant’s, Lida’s, the stories of the watchers, every one who shares so many intimate details of your life experiences….in the hope to make life better. I feel inspired…..encouraged…..and hopeful. Even just knowing that Varence has done things like he’s doing now with Valiant….throughout all the ages…..because he cares…..he wants to inspire us so we can tell our stories to others (even one of the greatest storytellers of all!)…..he wants us to know what the truth is. Truth has gotten so distorted, we’ve only been “allowed” to see in part, not in whole. I think it depends on what/where/who….we are paying our attention to.
Thank you Suzanne. I’m hearing through you what I’m hearing in my own heart, mind and soul too. I feel like I have to take baby steps, but maybe someday it will be those giant leaps.
Valiant, thank you for truly being valiant, and sharing it all, whether it’s awful or amazing, light or dark, soberly serious or uproariously humorous, spiritual or carnal, brilliant or dim, mellow or sharp, harmonious or acrimonious, bitter or sweet. Your stories which you, and they, give us all goes to show us what’s happening on the stage we normally don’t get to see! It’s good to see Ceres poking fun at “Oberon”. Thanks for asking for that story. It made me laugh but also makes me think twice too! Quite weird the way they can easily probe what is in the mind, no secret is safe, really, our minds are open books to those with the right crystal~kindle!
Didn’t Shakespeare say all the world’s a stage….and we are merely players. Yes, indeed. Now we find out more about who our fellow players are.
Varence said: “When art is brave with love it
Has power…it speaks to the heart
And puts courage there.” He leaned
Forward giving the imposing presence
Of something masterful. “Give them
Magic…Tell them tales of Lord
Oberon…Your Kings and Queens
Have no power over me…I watch
Them be born, I watch them die…
Their castles and kingdoms do not
Impress me.”
The man was at a loss of words. “Sir?
Lord?”
“Take this dream I offer you and
Give them Magic…” Varence went on
Dramatically. “Inspire…Test and
Tempt their faith and love…And
Give them Magic. Your world has no
Power over me…I could bend and
Break your world if I desired it so.
Impress me…”
Give them Magic, he told William Shakespeare, who clearly listened! And thanks to our friend Valiant for asking for this story to be told, we are receiving the gift of knowledge of magical wordweavers. We’re being moved to inspire others through our own words and art. Express….experience….expand. Make our marks in this world, and beyond.
What is the message that is being sent I am in a class yes it is called new outlook for women that is now pulling passion from my soul to the here the now. Create through the arts allowing the words I write that paint pictures in the mind a new way to be. The pictures I have in my mind I cannot draw so I have always used words. Now I know I shall be able to bring them forth so that eyes may see what I so want to share. Shakespeare appeared in my house yesterday he is who my daughter will be reading this term and doing a school project on. My father spoke of kundalini the serpent I said I should like to read about that to which he told me he gave the book to me ages ago I said he had not but he insisted so I asked him to look through the books in my collection and he pulled the book and handed it to me. I showed him my spiritual collection and his gaze and words fell on my fairy cards. He said he has always believed their existence so I asked him to shuffle then I pulled the top three which he said were true. This is an 82 year old man who is like a 60 year old who has always been fascinated by the stars humanities roots and where we came from. Tonight my daughter in law told me her mother asked after me and said she told her how happy I had become these past three weeks that there is a spark within that is visible. Synchronicity abounds. The voice within is clear and commanding safe full of love. Number sequences have changed 555,717,919, I am 55 yet here I am I look in the mirror I see I have aged but my mind my heart are young I am being lead to fulfil the dreams I had as a 6 year old. It is time all that I needed to look at and release had worked through me from 12/12 /2012 the final emotion was the anger why was it rising so often what was it trying to tell me what was it I was holding onto. Finally I had my answer. Faith is has and always will be my soul signature. Hope is the promise that what one dreams will become manifest when the time is right, be seen and heard loud and clear for truth has a way of transcending time. I read and go to leave a message but have felt my thoughts may seem strange to others then I am reminded as I remind my daughter. What’ others may think or say are really non of my business they know not my heart nor my mind. They do not walk my path or stand in my shoes. Thank you Bill Lida Valkyrie the watchers much love ❤️ always.
Hmmm…This post puts me in mind of a most peculiar dream I had. The dream occurred in May of 2012. Not typical of dreams I have ever had before or since. In my dream I was walking, a misty early morning, the colors were gold and sepia tones…like an old painting. I was some kind of noble or princess, wearing a long beautiful gown, it was gold silk, the sun had just risen. I was walking along what appeared to be a path made of flat squared stones. Suddenly a ball of gold rolled across my path as if it had been tossed, I was puzzled and bent down to pick it up. I looked over my shoulder in the direction from which it had come, and spun around to my right. There was a small pool, also square in shape, with a small island and fountain, or pedestal there and…a beautiful youth. Dark, short wavy or curly hair, and deep brown eyes. He had to most mischievous expression. I wondered who he was…Cupid? Eros? Before I could ask him anything…I woke up. Never have been sure what that was all about.
A miracle that’s just occurring, as I heard, merely over mid-night….
more syn, please see…
http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/1-amanda-clark.html?tab=artwork
POSSIBLY THIS POSTING WILL HELP VALIANT ALSO ESPECIALLY AS TO HOW IT KEPT AND KEEPS ME HUMBLE
THERE IS ONE BOOK ON THE MARKET THAT IS THE TRUTH BUT AS YOU READ OR REREAD THERE IS ALWAYS A DEEPER TRUTH THAT ONLY THE ONE WITHIN EACH PERSON CAN TEACH. THE BOOK WAS WRITTEN BY SPIRITUAL BEINGS AND NOT THROUGH A HUMAN MIND BUT HUMANS WERE USED TO PUBLISH AND DISTRIBUTE THE BOOK AND SOON TOOK OWNERSHIP JUST AS OTHER RELIGIONS.
AFTER READING THIS AND MANY OTHER BOOKS WILL EXPLAIN AN EXPERIENCE THAT I HAD ON 2/10/96.
MAYBE WILL HELP ALL TO UNDERSTAND MANY OTHER FAITHS AS TO WHY AND WHAT THEY DO. IF THEY TRULY BELIEVE THEY ARE DOING GOD’S WILL__THEY WILL DO IT NOT REALIZING THAT GOD IS A BIG/BOY/GIRL AND CAN TAKE CARE OF HIM/HERSELF WITHOUT GOING TO BATTLE FOR THEM. SIMPLE TERMS JUST DESCRIBED AS THE MAJORITY OF PEOPLE CANNOT UNDERSTAND THAT GOD IS PURE ENERGY AND SPIRIT AND DOES NOT REQUIRE A “BODY”
HAD READ IF YOU BELIEVE SOMETHING IS GOD’S WILL AND IT IS SOMETHING THAT YOU REALLY HATE TO DO THAT IT WOULD OPEN UP YOUR PSYCHE!!!!
BOY WAS THAT THE UNDERSTATEMENT. WELL, I DID JUST THAT AND ENCOURAGED MY WIFE TO BE WITH ME. WE WENT THROUGH IT TOGETHER AND WILL EXPLAIN DETAILS ANOTHER TIME.
HAD MANY REGRETS AFTERWARDS ABOUT IT BUT THEN REALIZED WAS SET UP FOR US AT LEAST A MONTH IN ADVANCE . HINDSIGHT IS ALWAYS 20-20. ONE SIDE I HURT MANY PEOPLE BUT THE OTHER SIDE PROVED TO ME THAT WAS GOD”S WILL AS “IT” HELPED BIG TIME WITH THE FORGIVENESS PROCESS. GOD’S WAY IS ALWAYS THE TOUGHEST BUT ALWAYS WORKS OUT BETTER EVEN IF THE HUMAN INTELLECT OR EGO DOES NOT SEE IT THAT WAY
REGARDING THE BOOK—WROTE A LETTER TO THE ORGANIZATION AND WANTED TO JOIN THEIR GROUP IF YOU WILL.
MAILED THE LETTER AND IMMEDIATELY THE VOICE OF ENIGMA SAID __NO NEED TO JOIN AS I AM YOUR TEACHER. WELL, NEEDLESS TO SAY THAT PLAYED HEAVY ON MY MIND:INTELLECT} RECEIVED A LETTER BACK AND COMMUNICATED BY PHONE WITH A FEW PEOPLE BUT THEN BACKED OUT OF GROUP.
WHILE AT ANY RATE TWO DAYS LATER ON THE NIGHT OF 2/12/96 AT APPROXIMATELY 11:30 PM
I HEARD AN OUTSIDE OF MY HEAD VOICE SAY—-AND ALL HE WANTED WAS TO BE GREAT ON EARTH!!! I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT COMMENT TOOK ME BY SURPRISE AS I HAD NEVER EVEN HAVE THAT CROSS MY MIND IN THE 49 YEARS THAT I HAD LIVED.
SHORTLY THEREAFTER WITHIN A COUPLE OF DAYS WAS WALKING BACK AND FOURTH IN THE THE YARD AND RECEIVED A SET OF VERBAL INSTRUCTIONS STATING __
YOU CAN SEE SPIRITUALLY WITH “MY” EYES.
YOU CAN HEAR SPIRITUALLY WITH “MY” EARS.
YOU CAN SPEAK SPIRITUALLY WITH “MY” “MOUTH”.
TO KEEP ME HUMBLE AND THE FOLLOWINGS ARE MY PERCEPTION BUT MORE THAN TRUE__IT HAS LITERALLY BEATEN THE HELL OUT OF ME THROUGHOUT THE YEARS AND EVEN WORSE AFTER MY WIFE WAS TAKEN ON 12/10/11. EXPLAINED FOR MORE THAT ONE REASON BUT SHE HAD TO BE REMOVED FOR A TIME BECAUSE SHE WAS ALWAYS AGREEING AND SYMPATHETIC TO ME. TO CONTINUE MY EDUCATION IF YOU WILL FOR THE FUTURE I WAS PUT IN ISOLATION. THAT IS WHEN THE “FLOODGATES” OPENED
SO YOUR PREVIOUS COMMENT DREAMWALKER
HELD GREAT MEANING AS I SEE IT COMING FROM THE “GOLDEN ONE” WITHIN
and keep spreading that awesome light of yours around the planet. It is closer than you think!
hey…that sounds…”familiar” ! 😉
Thank you Bill, Lida and Valkyrie
“Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.”
-William Shakespeare
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