Another sighting of angelic dimensions, from Belgium

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September 15, 2019

Again, so like the footage I captured on December 19, 2018 cosmological entity one calls angelic.

We shape our souls to these forms of light through our will. They harvest this light energy of pure souls in abortion, children, trauma throughout life because they have none, and cannot make it, being parasites of a hive mind. This is why they have established a medical system of blood typing, social security numbers of maritime law ownership, and language itself. The original pictographic Hebrew was akin to angel letters. The benefit of pictographic meaning conveyance is that it represents itself free of dialectical slants. Once babble Babel bull of Ba’al came along, the seventy nations were doomed to the fire-ey darts of verbage. The Israelites were the pioneer Luddites: we all should be.

MANIFESTING OUR DESTINY OF POST-DIMENSIONAL FORM (OR NOT): SUFFERING ANNEALS THE SOUL, PART 2

MANIFESTING OUR DESTINY OF POST-DIMENSIONAL FORM (OR NOT): SUFFERING ANNEALS THE SOUL, PART 2

This is part two of a continuing examination on the effect of human suffering on souls, to untangle to fact that we are timeless stars, if we are one with the Most High God.
Part one is here.

“Within the guardian of my heart you remain as a wonderful mystery. I am overcome with awe, for within you there is something God-inspired. It bestows strange powers upon you, so that at the appointed time you fight for air and light. You will be a man of courage, for such men are born to the fearless and good. Strength and beauty, courage and modesty have mated, that you may be the heir of their gifts. *Your heritage was chosen by those who gave you life.
It is your fate, my son, as a child born of woman, to fight and grasp, to grimly hold on to life as reach across to this side of the earthly portal. There are dark powers that would drag you back, but you are not for them. O let the great light be ever with you, as a watchman’s fire on a lonely road, when the evil powers beset your way. I pray, from the very inmost recess of my heart, that the Lords of Form walk with you and ever protect you from the Formless Ones.” – Kolbrin MAN:29:20-22

Lords of Form = ANGELS, and these are STARS
Formless Ones = DEMONS, DISEMBODIED SPIRITS, JINN, ALIENS (FALLEN ANGELS), PARASITES (interdimensional)

*This indicates that we are chosen, thus called the elect, and as those who know within their heart that they are Children of the Light, Children of the Most High God, we were predestined. This blows the hindu/vedic myth that we chose this life out of the water. We only do so if we chose to fail OR if we are of Anunnaki makeup, the Tribe of Dan, the Canaanites – any child of Enki, Enlil and Marduk in purpose. Like my deluded neighbor when I told her I was an activist after she brought up “the weather” and I reminded her it was created. She said she knew “but doesn’t focus on it”, rather,  goes through life as an “objective observer choosing not to focus on negative things” like geoengineering, child and animal abuse, etc., and fools herself thinking that she is enlightened because she “doesn’t judge” someone for eating fast food and drinking soda as being someone who needs to learn that the garbage they put in creates their nature.
Being this way is being an ostrich and not making waves or improving ANYTHING. It is a way of delusion, and the concept that Christ is just another ascended master is complete delusion. This thinking laid the foundation for the lies that NPR – National Public Radio – spews 24/7, and paved/paves the way for / executes the satanic transhumanist agenda.

Points to remember:
– We are stars if we are those who seek the Light
– This physical human incarnation is to refine our soul
– We return until we learn the lessons
– Like the echoes of concentric doppler reverb, we are distanced out beyond our ability to absolutely quantify what our heart knows is real and that is FAITH
– The Creator Most High God – the Light, the energy of creation – is within us, our body is – The Temple, our heart is where LOVE is
– The evil entity trauma farms to trap us in pain
– Everyone we love and miss is with us now for we are eternal, this world is illusion, what is real is what we cannot see
– They trap us in materialism
– They sap and cannibalize us because they want to live forever and our love is their drug in that they get off on our pain of loss perceived in this 3D world we are in
– Once we let go of that idea (loss, grief, pain, regrets) we are free and enlightened
– We are what we eat (and drink, breathe, wear, hear, etc) physically and this affects our pineal third eye connection, they made a business of controlling this
– They are the 4th Reich
– The stars and planets are these beings. Stars are angels. The formless ones are disembodied spirits known as demons, satans, jinn – all parasites
– There are more and more of these disembodied spirits because A. They used CERN to open the GATES OF HELL and B. They use synthetic biology and witchcraft and MKUltra (which is actually age-old, but Mengele perfected it)
– They have already lost: it is just playing out in this winding down time-line we perceive
– We are stars, we are stars, we are Children of the Light and our spiritual armor and high vibration are stronger than any other thing

“The scribe records his own thoughts” (KOLBRIN, the scribe wrote that, they copied, not interpret or teach – words in caps in brackets, mine [LIKE THIS]):

“What is there in man that sends his thoughts afar, seeking the unknown? Who first struck the spark of life and sent it forth on its mission to fill the earth with its glorious burning flame? My pen sets down these words, and behind the pen is my hand. Behind the hand are my heart and will, and behind them my loving spirit. What stands at the other end of the chain reaching upward from these words? Can it be that man is unable to see You are the directing power within his thoughts, because his thoughts are themselves within You? Is it that the within cannot see the without, though the without sees the within? Are my thoughts in a tangled skein which I lack the ability to unravel? Though not a scribe, I write because my father wrote, yet I am not a learned man. Can it be that things hidden from me are known to other men?
Whatever directs the thoughts of men does not leave them free from doubt. It arises strongly when a man dies, for some say he still is, while others say he is not. Which, O my God, is true? Teach me; let me know, that I may tell it unto all men. Is there an inborn thing in man, which never dies? Is there an everlasting part in men, or all they all heirs of decay? Men seeks assurance and are told to have faith [REMEMBER THAT THIS WAS WRITTEN OVER 18,000 YEARS AGO]. They want a substantial God they can see, and therefore make an idol of wood or stone, can this be so very wrong? [YES, IF IS NOT THE MOST HIGH GOD, BUT IF A SO-CALLED GOOD DIETY, GOD TAUGHT THAT IT IS BETTER FOR THE LOWBORN TO WORSHIP SMALLER GODS THEY UNDERSTOOD, IF THEY WERE DOING GOOD, THAN EVIL ONES: THAT WORSHIP WAS STILL WORSHIP OF THE MOST HIGH GOD TO THE BEST OF THEIR ABILITY TO UNDERSTAND, AS SLAVES/LULUs OR STRANGERS I.E. ALIEN/FALLEN ANGEL BLOOD HYBRID HUMANS] Men need a rule of life, something, in which they can repose absolute trust, they want sincerity and love.”
“I cannot blame You, my God, if You have turned Your back on men, for they have deserted the path of righteousness shown them by the men of olden times. Truth is with us no more, and men choose the pleasant paths of ignorance in preference to the more austere and profitable one. The pure worship, which once filled this land and guided its people has fallen prey to greedy and ambitious men. Its cornerstone is no longer the rigorous life of devoted service, which brings its own revelation. Its centrepiece is no longer the dark chamber of austerity where great spirits sought the light, but the pomp elaborate but empty ceremonial and futile sacrifice. It is a thing of well organized but barren ritual, the perverted tool of unscrupulous priests. The temples have become refuges for those who seek to avoid the trials of life. How can such be as they ever be true servants of God? Where, except from among them, can He find servants? I see, I understand, but, my God, it is hard for one who suffers such as I to face the truth without bitterness. Am I, who did not ask to enter this place of sorrows, to suffer for the wrongdoing and ignorance of others? Is there no dividing line between those who remain loyal and those who have deserted you? Perhaps this, too, I understand, for are we not taught that all are brothers, and men stand and fall with their kindred?
I do not erase the words I have inscribed with heavy heart and a spirit overburdened with grief and perplexity, for through the enveloping mists of sorrow, I perceive a light dimly. This is my message to those who follow and who may be tossed on the turbulent waters of despondency and despair, my pitiful contribution to the great total of inherited wisdom: If you seek God and find Him not, then blame lies with the men and not with God. For the spirit of man has begotten something which has stepped between to stop the ears of the everlasting inner man. He is blinded by the thick mummy wrappings of muttered ritual and vain ceremonial, misled by ignorant and hypocritical priests [THIS MATERIAL LIFE AND ALL IN IT / THE BIOCHEMICAL LOBOTOMY]. Yet God is still merciful, for knowing those destined for darkness and terror in the life to come [SHEOL/HELL/SOULTRAP/LOSS OF SOUL CONSCIOUSNESS/AI BORG ASSIMILATION], he showers success and good fortune upon them here. KNowing those destined for life as Glorious Ones, He further refines and tests them with sorrow and affliction, that their glory may be greater. I know, for in declaring my trust by setting forth these things, my heart has suddenly been filled with an indescribable light of spiritual illumination, and now I know greater things beyond any hint of doubt. I too am awakened.”

As I read this passage from the Kolbrin, I recalled my son’s love of the book The LOWLY WORM. He was under two years old, it was a large library book, perhaps the same author as Where’s Waldo? (Same time period, for sure). Now I see that, like the globe earth model and evolution, both lies created to hide the fact that we are divine created beings, Lowly the Worm was written to entrain toddlers that they were no more important than another countless worm in the dirt they crawled on and played in.

Certainly we know that is wrong, just as this scribe wrote, realizing via his work re-writing for posterity the ancient, sacred knowledge for man’s perpetuity to be safely stored, protected against the next – coming, impending – Destroyer crossing how real it is, the soul in us.

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BREATH OF LIFE

December 25, 2018

OUR LUNGS ARE WHERE OUR WINGS ATTACH

A site I have been going over is Spiritual Science Research Foundation. We have been lied to since – easily the pre-Pharaonic era of Egypt. Plato, Socrates and Solon spoke of these mysteries. The elite have diluted us to shells of who we really are. Whether you realize it or not (I see it in your struggle of duality, in you; see it easily as in myself), the struggle is so real and getting more tangibly difficult. The reason is that things are changing so fast now with the electromagnetic, cosmological and dimensional (timeshift) changes. This is why they are building the FEMA camps, putting into effect the one world government, martial law, the social credit system, cryptocurrency, etc. The solar/space/emf grid programs. Common Core mis-education. Vaccines. On and on and on.
In this site, the Spiritual Science Research Foundation explains the three components making up the percentage of a person; their balances and the meaning. If the bodily falls to less than 20%, the person will dematerialize.
I have experienced this is minor, partial ways during fasting and detox. I have felt my body move through space and time as I thought I perceived it – habitually – as if I was moving through waves of aether, like a vapor mirage radiating effect, looking down at myself. I have even written notes and arranged items in these times, in case I did “disappear”.

I … think I … am still here.

Is that because I am thought-generated? Thoughts not my own. The inner knowing/gnosis when thoughts stop and the heart speaks is the me of Love and Creation, creations of these souls I miss (family) who are… in the matrix.

So what most fulfills me now is sending waves of love to everyone I love. To those from my body, and those related. And to everyone who has been traumatized. That’s all of us.
Long ago I could not take city buses. I would cry, seeing how people treated each other. I went to “a therapist” – a mistake – who said I had “universal depression”/was depressed for the universe.

When I first started going it was in 1987, after my brother suicided/was murdered via MKUltra SRA mind control. I took a list of questions to that first appointment, and the first question – the most important one to me – was “Can we incorporate spirituality into my therapy?” She said no, we would “focus on getting the basics and that could come later”. I actually saw her again about 6 years ago, for issues related to my divorce from the secretly-trangender Washington, D.C. newsman and his having stolen all I owned from me in basically what is a court-sanctioned theft and life-destruction. I saw her for only a few sessions because it was worthless to me. Do you know what the first thing she said to me was, after years of having not seen me?

“I want to apologize to you for not letting you address spiritual issues in your therapy when we started years ago.”

That woman, I found out, randomly almost, was an ex-Catholic nun and a repressed lesbian who never married or had children. I never knew that about her all those years. That person advised me on how to destroy my family.
So now I advise anyone who asks me about therapy to avoid it, that finding a therapist who acts from a place of true love and understanding just isn’t possible within the paradigms of this world.
They are all a part of the agenda by the alphabet elites to destroy humanity.
Now that was a rather detouresque sidebar!

To apply this dematerialization concept to life now is a good idea. Raising our vibrations in the face of this 5G, heavy metal, agenda of hatred of all things good onslaught. I look at my children and their spouses, and they are all into witchcraft and paganism and mythology and all things nephilim, based on their beliefs, which are a product of this world. It is breaking my heart. Yet I transcend even that, with LOVE.

I keep sending them ALL my love. I keep my hands busy making them things, writing them things.
I LOVE THEM. I MADE THESE HUMANS IN MY BODY. My names include Mom and Gramma. (Not getting into the cloning part yet, here.)
I was traumatized, and they inherited trauma I inherited. What they do not realize is that through the renewal of spirit by Yehushua / God – the LIGHT – we are reborn and the contract with trauma is ended. In the strong delusion of acceptance and inverted ‘isms’ of this last cataclysmic age, they are completely MATERIALIZED, and of this world.
The strong delusion.

And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie:” 2 Thessalonians 2:11

BUT the scalar force of LOVE through DNA carries. I carry that knowledge and in moments of frailty in echoes of implanted pain I go within and love them.

LOVE HAS WINGS.

LOVE BREAKS THE CHAINS.

LOVE CARRIES.

OUR LUNGS ARE WHERE OUR WINGS ATTACH. (This is a thought you can’t unthink now.)

Sky Documentation Gallery: Chemtrails, Anomaly / Angel – December 19, 2018

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I posted this gallery of images shot yesterday, when I blogged about the angel I saw and the sky portal which was in the sky directly over my house, not conciously knowing that at about the same time I was … Continue reading

A LIGHT IN THE SKY IN EARLY AFTERNOON THAT DISAPPEARED LEAVING RAINBOW HALF-CIRCLE PORTAL DIRECTLY OVER ME

A LIGHT IN THE SKY IN EARLY AFTERNOON THAT DISAPPEARED LEAVING RAINBOW HALF-CIRCLE PORTAL DIRECTLY OVER ME, December 19, 2018

It was large, as large as the moon would be if in that spot the way things used to be (for reference, now all bets are off).

[Written about 3PM EST] Let me start by saying that I have been recording the skies all day. From the moment I looked out the kitchen window southward, with the due east to the left of my southern horizon view, which parallels the eastern seaboard coastline, and about sixty miles from Washington DC, I have observed the immediate post-dawn chemtrailling jets stacked one upon the other simultaneously spraying from east to west, low on the horizon, as I looked facing directly south. Literally a dozen lines made by these evil sociopaths. Every day they outdo their egregious days before.

My photographs as the day progressed show exactly the artificial cloud patterns created. Like yesterday, I looked at some of the formations and thought (and at one point inferred in a very short video) it looks like they are hiding crafts (“what are they hiding”). (I’ll post the images of their chemical aerosol stratospheric aerosol injection madness later/soon, and back-link.)

Early in the afternoon (timestamp on the phone photos) I went to use the bathroom and looked out its west-facing window. The cold, white sun was there at about 1-ish location-wise, slightly south-west of west, the sky was bizarrely patterned, and whoa! I said to myself, there is another light in the sky, west. It was shimmering rainbow iridescent like moving oil, in a paisley-shaped changing shape-shifting cloud. I grabbed the (older iPhone) camera, and ran outside, to get better pictures than through window glass. Took shots of it and a video, and then a delivery van drove up, window down, radio blaring, so I stopped filming. Once the vehicle had gone, and I was looking for the light which is just a few seconds was gone, I looked around, then up. DIRECTLY OVER MY HEAD WAS A PERFECT HALF CIRCLE RAINBOW WITH CLEAR SKY IN THE CENTER. *I began to film and document it, took between 2 and three minutes of video, then turned off my camera and went inside.

I live in a church converted into apartments, seven of them. I do know that the owners, business partners who buy buildings for rental properties, told me that they exhumed the grave of the minister who built this church in 1870 and who is buried in the backyard cemetery (there is no yard, only cemetery and parking lot/driveway/stairwell to basement which smells like churchyard mold). They exhumed his grave without legal permit or pastoral presence, so they could dig a poured concrete stairwell and basement entry. His gravestone and casket was lifted out and put back in, his headstone was moved and set away from its original place, as was his casket, and his footstone is sideways. They didn’t even orient it correctly. So, and since I sense and see spirits, that’s some bad ju-ju present. I have talked with three other tenants who have seen orbs and felt a presence which all creeped them out. I have written about how my hat flew off the shelf as if pushed outward a few months back (not my first experience with entities moving things).

I went upstairs to write the experience while it was fresh and as I looked at the two videos I had made of the light, and then the semi-circular portal overhead, after taking a few still photos, I realized that they had each filmed while off, not on. I DID NOT MAKE THAT MISTAKE. I realized with a chilling understanding that my phone/camera had been manipulated by them. *supernatural

Before sitting down to write this, I made a small pot of coffee, to collect my thoughts and listen to some reflection on our spiritual reality on a CD. While I had been outside filming, the already loud harrassing electronic frequencies increased even more, incredulously. (I am always shocked as they keep ramping it up as time goes on, why shocked, I don’t know, and maybe I’ll get over that, but it does help me maintain a sense of humor, in an odd way.) So by the time my coffee was done I checked the sky and it was cleared to the west and south, pretty much. FOR THE FIRST TIME ALL DAY.

I truly believe that the eastern seaboard is under a heavy flotilla of crafts.
Many mornings begin with the sound of very high aircraft and what sounds like supersonic flights and their fighting/evasion/chasing. I don’t know how to really explain that further.

And as I type, my head is feeling TREMENDOUS PRESSURE, LIKE A VISE HAS GRIPPED MY SPINE ABOUT C-3 OR C4, AND MY HEAD IS BEING SQUEEZED. This feeling is not pleasant, and, like the chemtrails, is a new level of bad.
How much of this is due to CERN and the entities they are summoning.

I will also add that my LAPTOP HAS BEEN FUCKED WITH ALL DAY AND IT WILL START UP, NOTHING IS WRONG WITH IT, AND IT SHUTS OFF AS IF FORCED OFF AT THE MOTHERBOARD. ALL DIAGNOSTICS RUN SAY IT’S FINE. I AM A CERTIFIED TECH WHO WORKED FOR AEROTEK, NASA GODDARD AND DISCOVERY CHANNEL. (I now embrace my low credit score 🙂

Just before i went to the bathroom and this all started, I had been – when I got the laptop working after six hours since it went haywire after I got up – writing a blogpost about French president Emmanuel Macron possibly being the antichrist. I had just made an image of YouTube videos in a row, with the search macron antichrist above, and was about to insert it into my wordpress post editor – and the laptop powered off.
And all day I have been thinking that it looks like crafts are being hidden by the chemtrails.

Closeup of cloud fishcraft 19Dec2018 And my granddaughter drew a drawing (she’s almost fourteen now, and gifted) of a large, malevolent fish-like but with gills creature, and eyes, and I saw it on Monday (will get a pic for comparison as soon as I can, have “a call in”) and it was practically pictured in the sky (see photograph) and did she have a precognition of Lucifer, or an alien ship, or evil in the aether, or below; the deep abyss? SAME.
(The larger image below)
Fishcraft in clouds, December 19, 2018

I am done recording this. Please Father Creator Most High draw my loved ones to you, unveil their eyes and hearts. My DNA is in them, I love them. We were all lied to. December 19, 2018. (Written on the very old off-network non-wifi laptop which is basically a typewriter, and saving to removeable drives… do not trust the ghosts in the machine…)

(Posted the day before my daughter-in-law Nichole Travers Little Cabana died.)