The realization of 144,000 vs 216,000 after CV “Treatment”. Everyone, except the children and those forcefully injected, had a choice.
There are all kinds of things being said about sleep paralysis.
Here’s my experience.
I was sleeping, then became aware that I could not move.
I “willed” myself to sit up, then stand.
I then manifested a garden hose and sprayed the bed and room with water.
Those who burn when touched by living water do this trick of paralysis.
It’s a test of Wills, between the living and the dead.
Whether you Will yourself into movement, or pray and then receive release, it doesn’t matter the method.
Not all who appear to be living, are;
Not all who appear to be dead, are.
Claim your life force energy, gifted to you by the true Creator/God/King, and pass these tests … every time. And if you don’t pass it right away, keep trying. It’s school, it’s training, on strengthening the Will and it’s endurance.
Now is a good time to purchase room humidifiers. They will keep some of these ones at bay by moisturizing the air.
I am here to stay, and grow.
I put down roots to ensure a secure future. My roots are in the most ancient civilizations.
True health is in aligning between that which is above and that which is below.
I am healing, and life itself.
I am love.
God’s benevolence and favor toward us is grace.
This is a gentle reminder to cultivate your inner spirituality and to trust your inner guidance.
A beautiful gift is on its way.
The Tree of Life has the promise of the Rainbow flowing through it. Life shall not be destroyed.
The robins resting in the top of the tree are the ancestors, bringing clarity, protection and healing.
The sunset and rainbow let us know that a new day will dawn, bright and abundant in its supply.
Eat From the Garden… Not From The Graveyard… Live To Build Your Temple… Not Your Tomb.
“In the course of my lifetime I have lived in two distinct cultures. I was born into a culture that lived in communal houses. My grandfather’s house was eighty feet long. It was called a smoke house, and it stood down by the beach along the inlet. All my grandfather’s sons and their families lived in this dwelling. Their sleeping apartments were separated by blankets made of bull rush weeds, but one open fire in the middle served the cooking needs of all.
In houses like these, throughout the tribe, people learned to live with one another; learned to respect the rights of one another. And children shared the thoughts of the adult world and found themselves surrounded by aunts and uncles and cousins who loved them and did not threaten them. My father was born in such a house and learned from infancy how to love people and be at home with them.
And beyond this acceptance of one another there was a deep respect for everything in Nature that surrounded them. My father loved the Earth and all its creatures. The Earth was his second mother. The Earth and everything it contained was a gift from See-see-am… and the way to thank this Great Spirit was to use his gifts with respect.
I remember, as a little boy, fishing with him up Indian River and I can still see him as the sun rose above the mountain top in the early morning…I can see him standing by the water’s edge with his arms raised above his head while he softly moaned…”Thank you, thank you.” It left a deep impression on my young mind.
And I shall never forget his disappointment when once he caught me gaffing for fish “just for the fun of it.” “My son” he said, “The Great Spirit gave you those fish to be your brothers, to feed you when you are hungry. You must respect them. You must not kill them just for the fun of it.”
This then was the culture I was born into and for some years the only one I really knew or tasted. This is why I find it hard to accept many of the things I see around me.
I see people living in smoke houses hundreds of times bigger than the one I knew. But the people in one apartment do not even know the people in the next and care less about them.
It is also difficult for me to understand the deep hate that exists among people. It is hard to understand a culture that justifies the killing of millions in past wars, and it at this very moment preparing bombs to kill even greater numbers. It is hard for me to understand a culture that spends more on wars and weapons to kill, than it does on education and welfare to help and develop.
It is hard for me to understand a culture that not only hates and fights his brothers but even attacks Nature and abuses her. I see my white brothers going about blotting out Nature from his cities. I see him strip the hills bare, leaving ugly wounds on the face of mountains. I see him tearing things from the bosom of Mother Earth as though she were a monster, who refused to share her treasures with him. I see him throw poison in the waters, indifferent to the life he kills there; as he chokes the air with deadly fumes.
My white brother does many things well for he is more clever than my people but I wonder if he has ever really learned to love at all. Perhaps he only loves the things that are his own but never learned to love the things that are outside and beyond him. And this is, of course, not love at all, for man must love all creation or he will love none of it. Man must love fully or he will become the lowest of the animals. It is the power to love that makes him the greatest of them all… for he alone of all animals is capable of [a deeper] love.
My friends, how desperately do we need to be loved and to love. When Christ said man does not live by bread alone, he spoke of a hunger. This hunger was not the hunger of the body.. He spoke of a hunger that begins in the very depths of man… a hunger for love. Love is something you and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it. We must have it because without it we become weak and faint. Without love our self esteem weakens. Without it our courage fails. Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world. Instead we turn inwardly and begin to feed upon our own personalities and little by little we destroy ourselves.
You and I need the strength and joy that comes from knowing that we are loved. With it we are creative. With it we march tirelessly. With it, and with it alone, we are able to sacrifice for others. There have been times when we all wanted so desperately to feel a reassuring hand upon us… there have been lonely times when we so wanted a strong arm around us… I cannot tell you how deeply I miss my wife’s presence when I return from a trip. Her love was my greatest joy, my strength, my greatest blessing.
I am afraid my culture has little to offer yours. But my culture did prize friendship and companionship. It did not look on privacy as a thing to be clung to, for privacy builds walls and walls promote distrust. My culture lived in big family communities, and from infancy people learned to live with others.
My culture did not prize the hoarding of private possessions, in fact, to hoard was a shameful thing to do among my people. The Indian looked on all things in Nature as belonging to him and he expected to share them with others and to take only what he needed.
Everyone likes to give as well as receive. No one wishes only to receive all the time. We have taken something from your culture… I wish you had taken something from our culture, for there were some beautiful and good things in it.
Soon it will be too late to know my culture, for integration is upon us and soon we will have no values but yours. Already many of our young people have forgotten the old ways. And many have been shamed of their Indian ways by scorn and ridicule. My culture is like a wounded deer that has crawled away into the forest to bleed and die alone.
The only thing that can truly help us is genuine love. You must truly love, be patient with us and share with us. And we must love you—with a genuine love that forgives and forgets… a love that forgives the terrible sufferings your culture brought ours when it swept over us like a wave crashing along a beach… with a love that forgets and lifts up its head and sees in your eyes an answering love of trust and acceptance…”
~Chief Dan George was a leader of the Tsleil-Waututh Nation as well as a beloved actor, musician, poet and author. He was born in North Vancouver in 1899 and died in 1981. This column first appeared in the North Shore Free Press on March 1, 1972. https://www.nsnews.com/nsn-50th/from-the-archives-chief-dan-george-teaches-understanding-1.23925435
I have a question: ” Does anybody think that Source – omnipresent, omnipotent, omniconsciousness – creating TRILLIONS of stars, planets, Universe(s) ever “said” : “Make America great again” or “America first”??? Seriously……. just triggering logic a bit, sorry.
So the truth behind Israel is they are evoking the assistance of Entities they discovered while playing with written Kabbalah along with some creepy residue from Ancient Egypt all the way back to the Groves of Ur. Although thousands of people from different countries are protesting the Gaza situation they find their governments doing nothing because in secrecy they are all working on a plan that has NOW the name of the NWO or simply OWN a.k.a ZIONISM. “Own” is actually the correct pronunciation of the word we know as “ON”.
“ON” was Oanes the main Deity worshipped in Babylon and Heliopolis. The “ON” has embedded itself so deep into our words we find when we need a light we must turn it “ON” thus a false light is created. All units of energy contain the word “ON” in it because “ON” is a type of power for the Elite for example Neutron, Proton, Electron, Tachyon, and Orgone, to name only a few.
It is clear the extraterrestrial card is about to be played. There are several documents about a future staged invasion by the Beings that have already been here that are not humanoid. Basically it seems the Unseen Hand wants to step a little from the shadows for the next phase of their plan. The “arrivals” will serve to unite the world under one common enemy, the Aliens. This will bring about various systems that will ensure everyone remains safe, traceable, and immune to foreign viruses through vaccine.
KNOW that you are an Interdimensional Spiritual Being, immortal and start your quest within YOURSELF. Sounds, vibration, frequency are the keys to the Universe. And forget about ALL religions, governments, politicians…. Ascensions is fore SURE not about an election…..
It takes a lot to love a thing, a life, in any of its forms …. and it takes very little to destroy it. Usually, it is destroyed simply because the one they long to hurt has become unaffected by them … so they harm what, and who, they love, trying to get them to bend to their will.
So the one who has refused to bend, to submit to the destroyer must also stand firm in the face of the torment of that which they love … for to fight it is in a way, bending to it. The task then, is to shed the responsibilities one might feel toward the harm … blaming self for the actions of another …. questions arise, “if I had agreed to bend, to submit, perhaps lives would be spared, harm not perpetrated on the innocent.”
We all know … or at least I hope so by now, this is a lie. No amount of bending to an aggressor will end aggression …. no amount of shrinking will stop a power tripping entity from doing harm …. no …. they will demand more, and more, until there is no thing left but rivers of pain and suffering.
So the warrior must continue to stand strong and firm … daring the destroyer to simply destroy it all … they will anyway. Why allow them to strip a soul of their sovereignty in the process? Breaking the Will that we all hold so dear.
They will destroy everything anyway … despite contracts, or treaties, or handshakes …. they will destroy it all … if not now, later.
It is too bad that so many are blinded by this truth. They cower, and they call it being a “savior” for simply delaying the inevitable. They keep in mind the promises made to them by said destroyer … Utopia.
They have already relinquished their soul … their sovereignty…. they settle for less because this keeps them ‘safe’ … all they need do is fulfill their obligations stated in the contract … feed the beast.
Their collective soul will rot … and rightly so …. unless of course they are experts at throwing off the guilt of their chosen actions and betrayals to innocence, perfectly okay with being traitor to life.
In that case, they have become the aggressor … no better, no worse.
The tears, the sobbing, the torment of the innocent is music to their ears …. it sings out in everyone’s ears these days … and people are so distracted by the manipulated chaos, the virus, the riots, the fires, the elections … that they cannot hear what is plainly occurring, and they deny its existence.
Soon tho, they will not be able to deny it any longer. Even the most fervent denier will no longer be able to refuse its truth.
For nearly two decades my sensitivity has been increasing for all life. Six years ago I woke at three a.m. and for some odd reason I flipped to YouTube and watched a massive bull being slaughtered.
He was majestic, powerful, and determined to live. It took five full grown men to force him into the stall, where they trapped him and slit his throat. I watched as the life drained from him.
It scarred me. I could not bring myself to eat meat afterward, especially red meat … feeling the horror of it in every fiber of me.
Today, six years after cutting meat entirely from my diet, I consumed a new york steak.
When the thought first rose in me this afternoon I asked out loud, how can I possibly eat such a thing, knowing this powerful beast wanted to live just as much as I … a powerful animal that had never consumed flesh.
The thought came to me that I needed to toughen my gentle heart, that I needed to balance the gentleness with its polarity, even if only slightly.
Again I asked aloud, how can I possibly eat this without feeling guilty? I got the impression my body needed it, the energy of it.
The answer came fairly quickly.
Eat the mighty bull … eat the mighty bull and allow its power, it’s strength, and it’s desire to live infuse with my own being.
So I stated over and over again …
Eat the Mighty Bull … Eat the Mighty Bull … bond with it’s life force and allow it to live on, through me … strengthening me.
Now, the bull and I are one.
After six years without it, it should be quite evident the effect it will have upon my being, my body, my mind, my energy.
I love the mighty bull … it is my brother, my nourisher, my sustainer … this is how I now choose to view it … with honor, and deep gratitude.
Of course … it might not sit well with me after more thought. It will be interesting to see how this progresses.
UPDATE: Every being wants to live, none wish to die. Knowing this how can I harm a being simply for my own selfish need? Even the simple purchase of it, which someone else has done the harm to, is doing a wrong against life. Compassion takes courage. Love must be cultivated in heart and include all portions of life. It will be another very long time, if ever, I consume flesh.
It is important to be aware of these “urgings” … it is a slippery slope, this line between having compassion for all life, and participating in its destruction.
Mass hypnotism and rote learning has taught us to have disregard for any life but our own.
Selfishness is bred into the mind, and it comes from the unseen as well as those who are in body supporting the narrative.
Yes, I consumed a portion of the Mighty Bull. And I thank him for giving me this current understanding, affirming my original decision to end my consumption.
The energy of the Mighty Bull is chaotic. I sense a sort of sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and my attitude has become agitated.
Now I will work towards cleansing and purifying my energetic field, drinking a lot of water … for I know not yet the techniques others utilize.
Thank you Mighty Bull, for sharing your message and desire for life with me. I will do my best to honor you.