This was outside, the day before Nichole died. And I went outside, after taking these images and looked up, and a portal – like in STARGATE – was over the converted church I lived in. It was half-materialized, and closer than this Light Being I believe is an angel. The angel who may be my guardian angel, or Nichole’s, or both of ours. I tried to videotape the portal, but my iPhone malfunctioned, or something, because the controls reversed. (That happened to another watcher, Seven Spaulding, too.) here and here.
I am very moved by something (else) said to me early today, and it is so profound I do not know if I should make it digital, either yet or at all. I’m letting this sit within for now. But I am called to show you all these images again. The deceived will say this is a ‘sundog’: a term devised to cover up the divine by the controllers of this world.
We are love. We become stars. Love is Light is Divine and we are all uniquely created to exist eternally. It is a test here. Rise above the pain. Love has wings and is stronger than death. Your lungs are where your wings attach. I keep reinforcing this to you.
(I do believe what I was told is true.)
The Hollywood film industry knows this, and debases us with the star plaques in cement which record the human souls traded to succeed, or be sacrificed in the process.
I love each of you so much. And O my children and family, and you, my dearest Emily. Be strong! Hug your dad for me ❤