Heart Connecting with My Granddaughter Emily Last Night

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August 14, 2019

Last night I went to bed at 10:30PM. A strong electromagnetic storm had been going on for the past three hours, as Nibiru is now very close: the skies are very obscured with HAARPed clouds of the chemsprays to create the filters that hide the light sprectrum people would see Nibiru by, which also are toxic to all life, and killing it (all), creating destruction and a world of controllable nanobot technology for the transhuman agenda of Lucifer. Because of the plasma arc-ing, all electrical plugs are pulled from outlets except for the air conditioner, and there are no WiFi devices on, no LED is on either (LiFi), and the cell is debatteried, in a metal box. Any EMFs are from sources outside my apartment.

As I do when lying down to sleep, I thanked God for the day, and cleared my mind and breathed and let go to sleep.

I awoke two hours later (I later found out), after this. I will do my best to record simply what I experienced. There is no “transition” into this Happening; no frame of reference, segue, etc.

I realized that I was looking at a scene my granddaughter Emily had made with a program: it seemed like I had found this online (now I am blocked from her Instagram, so there is truly no ‘window’ for me into her life), and as I looked at it with the great interest I had, seeing the room, I saw it was of depth, and moving. Like an environmental shadowbox with objects and light and motion.

It was a room I looked into as if there were no wall between me and it. [small diagram] It was warmly lit with glowing golden light from three bay windows (like my girlhood bedroom had) at the wall opposite me. A soft, late afternoon light, not harsh like the light now. I could see that there was some furniture; shelves, things hanging on the walls behind the three chairs arranged in a semi-circle directly in front of me. A rug, perhaps braided like the one I had made when Emily lived with me in 2013, was in the center of the floor, the chairs around it. There were two pieces of white paper on the rug, one to the right and closer to me near the chair to the right-most of the semi-circle, and another toward the center chair. I was straining to read them (they were written on by her). All I can recall is that they expressed her feelings including about our enforced estrangement, and as I studied the scene, I realized it shimmered and was moving, and a cat quickly got up (it had looked like it was curled sleeping) from the left chair and jumped to the center chair, then the chair on the right, and sat. I saw that the cat was a burnished auburn-red colored tabby, and I realized I was seeing something that was happening, not just a painting or drawing.

And I said “Emily, can you hear me?”

After a very short pause, I heard her somewhat hesitantly reply (she is not allowed to interact with me and I am shunned, she was forced at age 11 to cut me out of her life, and she wrote in a book she made and gave to me – a small baby book with inserts she filled of things for me to remember her by “for when you think of me” she said as she took it from her purse and put it in my hand, looking back to see if her dad (my son Max) and his second wife Laura saw her do this – “I tear off a piece of my soul and give it to you for you to keep”): “Yes”. Another very short pause and in a voice that quickly shifted into the confident voice I recognized from when we were allowed to be gramma and granddaughter, she said “And you can see my thoughts and hear what I am thinking.”

And another “page” floated down, as a leaf might settle to the bottom of a pool of water, so thin and delicate, like a gossamer membrane like the inside of an egg the chick hatches from, but thinner, as if it was all color with no backing surface. It [diagram] came right down, obviously intentionally, and I saw it as if it were in a watery atmosphere. As it reached the rug, its edges still quavered and rippled, and the room was full of energy. I looked at the drawing (*it was a drawing she did) enraptured, and it was a white Rose of Sharon flower with carmine-tinted edges and center, and the one flower filled the paper, which never truly ‘settled’, but just-so-delicately hovered over the rug, as if alive.

All of this happened in an instant.

I replied (to her saying to me “and you can see my thoughts”, for all of this happened with no delays: experienced): “It’s beautiful. And I can hear you whistling.” For she had been softly whistling a melody as the flower came down. (Jamie whistled, I whistled, Max whistles.)

And then the room began to dim, and the dimension and ethereal glow withdrew as if a dial had been turned like volume down, and in the pause as I waited then, realizing as it dimmed that she was not going to reply because the portal closed, the veil drew back over, and I rose to my elbows and came to a waking state, no longer dreaming or asleep, and felt the bed and the room around me, and the sound of the ceiling fan and the clock on the wall ticking, and I sobbed, and thanked God for letting us connect in Spirit.

Soul To Keep _ sm tm

** At first I wondered, awake now, if it was my ~daughter~ Emily I connected with in this experience, a vision, a soul exchange, but quickly realized it was Emme, emily my granddaughter. And the cat, the color of her henna-dyed hair… she loves cats: it was my granddaughter. I got a drink of water, wiped the tears off and blew the mucousal archons of emotional reaction from my nose and again thanked the Most High Father God for giving me this gift, allowing Emily and I to connect in our heart space.

I love you, Emily. [drawing as I always do two connected winged hearts] I am here with you always.

Gramma ❤ ❤

* from her mind’s eye, which through our DNA and pineal glands our spirits communicated

** Because also my daughter is named Emily; my granddaughter Emily is named after her. I named my daughter Emily ‘Emily’ because she did not look like a ‘Ravenna’, the name I had planned to give her at birth, the ‘art capital of Italy” so I named her after the poet whose poems I loved reading then, Emily Dickinson.]

Namasté.

Tags: DNA,dream,Emily,family,GOD,granddaughter,heart,LIGHT,LOVE,spirit,soul,veil,vision

© EATING TO ASCEND – THE ASCENSION DIET 2019
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Written by Eating To Ascend

Ridiculed by family and friends lifelong for being a "conspiracy theorist", survivalist and prepper, the author was born to ancestry on each side steeped in Freemasonry (Masonic Order Scottish Rite, Eastern Star, Job's Daughters), the Oddfellows and the Elks, John Birch and other secret societies, while being German, Celtic Irish / Welsh and Cherokee in both direct parental lineages. Those who are aware know the significance of this lineage. Her early childhood and youth were shaped by devout Lutheranism, scouting, serving as Chaplain in Job's Daughters, and almost becoming Amish! She stopped watching television at age 14, and at 17, declined the CIA's offer to join their ranks, By age 25, she was an antique dealer who helped coin the term kitsch, and an accomplished, self-sufficient non-GMO organic gardener and master food preserver, with two young children, a degree in Chemistry, and a scholarship to Johns Hopkins Medical School. The tragic death of her closest brother derailed her medical studies, and having become a divorced single parent by age 27 with no child support, instead pursued advanced degrees in fine arts and hospice nursing. However, monetary reward was not to come. As years went by, a pattern of MKUltra interference emerged, interrupting completion of her goals. The strong educational background in math, sciences and computers, fine arts, literature and history imbued her ability to decipher the intentionally confusing reality of the toxic world we live in. Previous employers include NASA Goddard, the Discovery Channel and Aerotek. As the "truther movement" gained momentum world-over, the undeniably visible dangers of GMOs, chemtrails, and the surveillance state grew evident. Interviewed on NPR's National Public Radio in 2012 as a pioneer GMO-free food producer, her life took another fateful turn three years later, after her primary care physicians, Glenside Medical Associates in Henrico, Virginia, refused to diagnose and treat her for Lyme Disease, she realized she had developed what is commonly called Morgellons, and immediately discovered that the government coverup and refusal to diagnose or treat meant she had to heal herself. Drawing on every aspect of her lifetime of experience and learning enabled her to not only recover, but to achieve a greater health - in middle age - than is believed possible. In the process of detoxification and physical regeneration - especially the pineal gland - she found a working diet almost anyone can follow that raises frequency and sovereign intention, readying the mind, body and spirit for humanity's greatest challenge: Ascension.

5 comments

  1. Synchronicity – my jaw dropped when I read this… I also am shunned and not allowed to be in my nephews life and I had a very vivid “dream” of him last night. It stayed with me throughout the day and I really felt like we connected last night.
    Stay strong sister!!
    Love your work!
    Love your bravery and your light and the Truth you share!
    I LOVE YOU AND ALL THE BRAVE SOULS HERE!

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    1. First, I extend to you all the empathy I have for what you go through with the shunning as well, and am not surprised at the synchronicity. I am sure you weren’t either, but the jaw-drop thing, that’s so human it’s divine lol ❤ I get it, literally!
      Doing my best to stay strong. You too! That dream, and then a dream the next day (unposted still) have had me offline but THAT IS JUST FINE… why do we need this thing called the web??? It is a TOOL…
      And it is so beautiful to read your words. Thank you too.
      We are all together here. The new world is manifesting.
      I realized that when we remain within the choice of our will to de-spoke from the wheel and leap within to what is not dictated by anything material or accepted, that's the 5D gate. You have to detach from the matrix to do this. #justsaying ❤ ❤ ❤

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  2. Dear friend,

    Thank you for the beautiful post.

    Hmmmm finally, love overcoming the obstacles! Cat taking the central chair… for me it signifies that you are going to get more good results through heart!

    Well, keep talking to her in thoughts, whenever you can or just wished to talk to her! She yearns to talk to you!

    Take care.

    Namasté.

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  3. I just read this post and now I’m sobbing. I have three granddaughters that I am not allowed to see. My husband and I have been shunned and lied about and I cry my heart out to see them, especially the oldest one, Carsyn, who is 10. I practically raised her. I miss her so much. Their dad, my son, stopped them from seeing us. God bless you for sharing your pain and love. I love reading your blog. God bless all going through any kind of heartbreak.

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    1. I’m so so sorry you are going through this too, so sorry. It is so hard but we must remember that suffering teaches us how to truly love. We earn our angelic, divine forms through this. This is really the mystery that’s been hidden from us, Dianne. THIS is. Beyond the fact that parasites rule here.
      Please read the LOVE IS THE PERFECT LAW OF LIBERTY, and whew, I just put another up minutes before checking comments, wow just wow…
      I love YOUR COURAGE and HEART. Stay strong. LOVE CANNOT BE STOPPED.
      Thank you for writing. Please stay in connection here, for as long as we are here, I mean ❤

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