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A fleeting time ago I was a lost lamb, but that time is over now. A lot can happen in a brief time. Time is running out, and time is like gold that is spent foolishly by those who have it.
An investor once said, "If you can't hold it, do you really own it?", but time itself is misunderstood. While I was in the last year of my darker days, I became able to prophesize, I saw reasoning in my finding, so I asked around for answers, but I found few; but the few answers I found would expand with Intrinsity to me. This wealth of knowledge would grow and attract the fourth beast of revelation whose name will be a mystery to me, would seek my salvation on the eleventh day of the ninth month in the year of 2016.
What I witnessed on the eighth day of the eleventh month of that year would shatter the course of my life forever. Throughout this year in question, many messages were bestowed upon me. Ruckus, ruckus was all over my life this year. Perfumes, burning flesh, and gunpowder of all things, synchronicities assail, names, names, and yet more names.
There was not any spying being done; I did all these things. But this ultimate message the great eagle sent me would change my life, forever.
I looked up to find the hawk that was calling out to me; and to the south of the pier I was on, I noticed a cloud that looked like an angel's wing. Right after I documented this weather pattern it got sickeningly hot, so, we left. After I got myself comfortable in Betty's front seat, I fell into a spell of sleep. When I met the fourth beast in the dream; we started talking to each other, I told him, "If what this woman on the radio says is correct, then I must go do these things that made me what I am today, for if not I would not be here today". The eagle agreed with me, and replied, "Yes; you are correct, but if you're going to go about doing it this way, then please let go, and let God act first".
When I woke up, we were on the corner of Andrew's Avenue entering the turn lane, the clouds were gone.
I would not soon forget this dream. What caused all this commotion this year? When your own guardian angel notices something is out of place, she will go insane looking for you.
God truly is one mysterious being.
The great eagle's visitation into my life would change me in more ways than expected. I stopped smoking and got my parents to take me back to church. But this is where my journey began.
Waking up early for church can be tiresome and it is hard not to doze off sometimes. But when I closed my eyes, I saw a strange bright circular pattern, where did it come from? Was this an after image from the lights? Why was I not able to see it before the preacher was at the pulpit? And more than anything else, why was it so perfectly round?
When I finally learned the names of the four seraphim in John's revelation. I realized; "This is who I was talking to this whole time?" The fact that I dropped my arrogant curse just for him, coupled with "the radio lady did say" and now I know, this book, is his?
What else am I supposed to believe now?
Adopted angel, brother John. Dear John: Angels are talking to me, and they are saying "Learn our language". John: I am an empath, not a psychic or a shaman. Their language is light; how do I read it? their silent voices of light?
Surely a person of universal understanding could teach me. But one of these angels tells me to stay away from these people. John, how do I learn the language of light?
John's visitation inadvertently gave me the gift of empathy and got me closer to God in ways no other angel could get me.
These circles expanded their appearances closer to home, Starting with a brand-new Bible, then around mom at night. But one day, I was sent out to watch the dogs one morning and the light appeared for no reason at all other than the light from through the trees. I was emptying the dishwasher, and a bird was singing loudly on the patio. And there were a couple of butterflies a few months later. But why?
Mockingjay, his appearance in my life was and is still a mystery. How much more natural could you get than a wild bird? I never once thought of referencing the Holy Spirit as a feminine figure; but then again, because of who this woman is, I never once thought I would be a close friend of hers. At one time, we were bitter enemies.
An ordinary flycatcher came to see me; I hear empaths attract wild animals; we do not seem to have white doves in southern Alabama for some reason. But how do I know it is really her?
Gaia and the Holy Spirit are the same being? The entire concept took me by surprise. She cried to me and said those representations of me during the 90's did not express my sincere desire for humanity's purpose on earth.
No one remembers the 90's the way I remembered them. Having a family living in a petrol reserve full of naysayers and hippies gives a telltale of reasoning when you watch the garbage on TV every Saturday morning; Little wonder why I got so lost. When you feel as if your life is being run by a demon, you will know it.
God despises communism.
Sometimes I ask myself; between 1999 and 2010, where have all our children gone to? Our children have a lack of empathy compared to older people in their thirties, I sense emptiness in them. I blame the media and Hollywood. Death on movies is overlooked there is no fear or remorse or either love for that matter.
Gray, gray is the television screen and that's not snow. All the violence you hear on the news are people twenty-nine and below or plain angry liberals.
The Holy Ghost weeps on my shoulder for this generation. I see now why what must be done; I too am sad at this. But angel John tells me; "Relax brother, you have the keys to my bus door in your heart. This age is not for you to worry about". The great eagle sees the love in my heart; as it should be, as he said it should be.
I remember an old white VHS tape from the 90s; On its recording, a story of the Bible, long lost but still remember it. Donald J. Trump played the part of the devil.
We elected children; I did not vote for Trump because I liked him, I voted because I know what the Clintons are capable of. It was a lose-lose situation, between Satan, and a Rothschild.
Hmm; what next?
An investor once said, "If you can't hold it, do you really own it?", but time itself is misunderstood. While I was in the last year of my darker days, I became able to prophesize, I saw reasoning in my finding, so I asked around for answers, but I found few; but the few answers I found would expand with Intrinsity to me. This wealth of knowledge would grow and attract the fourth beast of revelation whose name will be a mystery to me, would seek my salvation on the eleventh day of the ninth month in the year of 2016.
What I witnessed on the eighth day of the eleventh month of that year would shatter the course of my life forever. Throughout this year in question, many messages were bestowed upon me. Ruckus, ruckus was all over my life this year. Perfumes, burning flesh, and gunpowder of all things, synchronicities assail, names, names, and yet more names.
There was not any spying being done; I did all these things. But this ultimate message the great eagle sent me would change my life, forever.
I looked up to find the hawk that was calling out to me; and to the south of the pier I was on, I noticed a cloud that looked like an angel's wing. Right after I documented this weather pattern it got sickeningly hot, so, we left. After I got myself comfortable in Betty's front seat, I fell into a spell of sleep. When I met the fourth beast in the dream; we started talking to each other, I told him, "If what this woman on the radio says is correct, then I must go do these things that made me what I am today, for if not I would not be here today". The eagle agreed with me, and replied, "Yes; you are correct, but if you're going to go about doing it this way, then please let go, and let God act first".
When I woke up, we were on the corner of Andrew's Avenue entering the turn lane, the clouds were gone.
I would not soon forget this dream. What caused all this commotion this year? When your own guardian angel notices something is out of place, she will go insane looking for you.
God truly is one mysterious being.
The great eagle's visitation into my life would change me in more ways than expected. I stopped smoking and got my parents to take me back to church. But this is where my journey began.
Waking up early for church can be tiresome and it is hard not to doze off sometimes. But when I closed my eyes, I saw a strange bright circular pattern, where did it come from? Was this an after image from the lights? Why was I not able to see it before the preacher was at the pulpit? And more than anything else, why was it so perfectly round?
When I finally learned the names of the four seraphim in John's revelation. I realized; "This is who I was talking to this whole time?" The fact that I dropped my arrogant curse just for him, coupled with "the radio lady did say" and now I know, this book, is his?
What else am I supposed to believe now?
Adopted angel, brother John. Dear John: Angels are talking to me, and they are saying "Learn our language". John: I am an empath, not a psychic or a shaman. Their language is light; how do I read it? their silent voices of light?
Surely a person of universal understanding could teach me. But one of these angels tells me to stay away from these people. John, how do I learn the language of light?
John's visitation inadvertently gave me the gift of empathy and got me closer to God in ways no other angel could get me.
These circles expanded their appearances closer to home, Starting with a brand-new Bible, then around mom at night. But one day, I was sent out to watch the dogs one morning and the light appeared for no reason at all other than the light from through the trees. I was emptying the dishwasher, and a bird was singing loudly on the patio. And there were a couple of butterflies a few months later. But why?
Mockingjay, his appearance in my life was and is still a mystery. How much more natural could you get than a wild bird? I never once thought of referencing the Holy Spirit as a feminine figure; but then again, because of who this woman is, I never once thought I would be a close friend of hers. At one time, we were bitter enemies.
An ordinary flycatcher came to see me; I hear empaths attract wild animals; we do not seem to have white doves in southern Alabama for some reason. But how do I know it is really her?
Gaia and the Holy Spirit are the same being? The entire concept took me by surprise. She cried to me and said those representations of me during the 90's did not express my sincere desire for humanity's purpose on earth.
No one remembers the 90's the way I remembered them. Having a family living in a petrol reserve full of naysayers and hippies gives a telltale of reasoning when you watch the garbage on TV every Saturday morning; Little wonder why I got so lost. When you feel as if your life is being run by a demon, you will know it.
God despises communism.
Sometimes I ask myself; between 1999 and 2010, where have all our children gone to? Our children have a lack of empathy compared to older people in their thirties, I sense emptiness in them. I blame the media and Hollywood. Death on movies is overlooked there is no fear or remorse or either love for that matter.
Gray, gray is the television screen and that's not snow. All the violence you hear on the news are people twenty-nine and below or plain angry liberals.
The Holy Ghost weeps on my shoulder for this generation. I see now why what must be done; I too am sad at this. But angel John tells me; "Relax brother, you have the keys to my bus door in your heart. This age is not for you to worry about". The great eagle sees the love in my heart; as it should be, as he said it should be.
I remember an old white VHS tape from the 90s; On its recording, a story of the Bible, long lost but still remember it. Donald J. Trump played the part of the devil.
We elected children; I did not vote for Trump because I liked him, I voted because I know what the Clintons are capable of. It was a lose-lose situation, between Satan, and a Rothschild.
Hmm; what next?
