HOW I MET JESUS – FROM THE EYES OF A CHILD

The first time I remember going to church was when I was four. I waited to get in the car, excited because my mother had gotten me all dressed up in a velvet dress with ballerina tights and patent leather shoes, and even white gloves like she had on. My parents acted very serious, so it was important to me, too. The next thing I knew I was looking up at a huge gray stone building, walking up broad steps to tall red doors, holding onto my father’s hand, my other hand gripping the cold black railing because people were all around us to go through the doors too, and it was a crowd, and crowds were new to me, so I was afraid of getting lost. I looked up at the church with its dark slate roof and tarnished copper gutters, and the bell in the steeple was ringing, ringing, ringing.

Cold wind braced my cheeks as I watched the bell swing against deep blue sky, and father jerked my hand to follow, mother holding my baby brother Jay just behind us. Thigh-high in a moving stream of wool-coated bodies, if it weren’t for my father I thought I would be trampled. Without even a look goodbye, my mother went with the crowd as father pulled me along to the left. I wondered why we weren’t going with everyone else as we went through a second set of doors with the same rounded shape at the top, but black. Still holding his hand, we entered a large hall. Sunshine through stained glass windows made jewel-colored shapes on the black and white checkered floor, and the vaulted ceiling made it expansive, and I instantly felt more relaxed. There were not a lot of people there; all I saw were children.

Then a woman in a long dress like from a picture book came up to us and father said “This is Miss Elsie, the children’s choir director. You’re going to sing with her.” I smiled, looking up at her face. She looked so kind, and told me that my father led the adult choir and she taught the children, did I like to sing? I’ll never forget how warm she was, she smiled with her eyes. I immediately loved her. My father told me he was leaving me there; he had to take the adult choir into church. Even though it was all new to me, I wasn’t afraid at all.

Suddenly I had a long dress on over my clothes that looked like Miss Elsie’s. The doors were closed, and no one else was coming in. It got quiet. It was cold in there, but I didn’t feel cold at all. She lined us up in two rows; I was right of center front, facing her. A paper was in my hand, with writing, shapes and lines, and in just that one morning I learned what notes meant and how to read music. It was easy for me and I didn’t know what natural pitch was yet, but I had it. We sang a song a few times, Miss Elsie singing with us, making eye contact, encouraging us and correcting, and it felt so good; so natural. I didn’t know this was what was going to happen before ‘getting dressed up to go to church’!

The song we sang must have become good enough, because she didn’t ask us to keep singing it, and she lined us up in two rows again at the black double door. I was in the front, on the right. Miss Elsie held two large books behind arms folded across her chest, focusing her attention toward the direction the crowd had gone. Then I heard a deep, beautiful sound like a wave against my chest that called me, and Miss Elsie opened the door as if following it and we children followed her like baby chicks walking into sounds and sights right down the middle of standing people holding books and singing, and we were singing, and I looked up and way up high on the wall in the front was a man with long brown hair and a beard standing in the clouds barefoot, wearing a long blue robe (kind of like mine, but one color), with his hands outstretched, and holes with blood in his palms and on the top of his feet, and it was Jesus, and it was the happiest moment of my life.

“Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God”, Christ said. I am blessed to know how true it is.
(Matthew 19:14)

Kohanim: The Order of Melchizidek

August 12, 2019

Jehovah never called anyone priests. The Religion, Inc. Roman Catholic Church translators of the edited bible did, in their weaponized word choices. The word “priests” is a 17th Century Englishman’s interpretive translation of what was actually said by Yeshua in the Hebrew: as the Elect, we are called by Jehovah to be KOHANIM. This is the plural of kohan: what was falsely interpreted as priests (giving the church of Religion, Inc. the power to extort and deceive and erase history under the deceptively trusted title of priests is actually the word JEHOVAH said: Kohanim. The plural of Kohan, I repeat. The verb root of Kohanim must be examined in order to understand the word Kohanim. Kohan’s verb root is “kahan”: one is a kohen only to the extent that one kahans. I hope that you have already immediately made the association to the term to “ken” something, from the celtic lore, eh? It means “to know”. One cannot be a kohan if they do not kahan. Only certain chosen people can kahan. Religion Inc. intentionally replaced kohan and kohanim with priest and priests, the officers and arm of the workers of iniquity, at the highest levels.

So what does Jehovah mean by His word, kohan? From Gesenius’ Hebrew Chaldee Lexicon to the Old Testament, kohan in its verb form means “to presage, predict, prophesy, and, by extension, to undertake anyone’s cause, to act as a deputy, or delegate, by [with authorization by that person or people] presenting the words of the one whose cause he [or she] has undertaken to third persons; to stand up on behalf, and to labor in the authorizing person’s cause.” Gesenius’ Hebrew Chaldee Lexicon to the Old Testament, pg. 385 [in relation to word number 3547]. Yeshua kahans in the heavenly tabernacle, according to the Word of God. The elect do so now. No societally ordained 501c3 accredited church affiliation is necessary. Only the Mind and Hand of God working through those He so chooses to receive The Light, who recognize and love Truth.
The Hebrew language literally tells a story. (And yes, the Egyptian language, and Mesopotamina/Sumerian, were also cuniform. Look at the timing and connection, post-Destroyer cataclysm reset.
This is why they changed language, the Babel tower Yahveh destroyed. The fallen angel-created languages hide history, and true history is inarguable truth. If you have wondered what people mean when they say language is weaponized, perhaps that just helped you understand it better!

KahanInHebrew Looking at the word KAHAN in pictographic letter form, as it always is in the Hebrew, one sees it is of three letters (pictograph symbol elements, to the western mindset), reading from right to left. The first one is an upturned open palm, which signifies “bend, allow, open, tame”: to submit; to be open to input. The next letter is a man with arms raised up with inspired revelation. The last letter is a nune, a representation of a sperm, and means life, or if in the final position, means the final son or heir who is the Messiah.
What is it to be a kohan? A kohan is “One who is submitting to the revelation that brings life, and speaks of the Messiah”. This is what it REALLY means to be a priest, as the word priest is considered to be.

And in Holly-wood, we have the Coen Brothers, film noir moviemakers extraordinaire. Coincidence? No. Inversal as usual.

The low vibration and heavy metal archon parasite demons inhibit prophetic vision and are a major part of the veils to perception in this material realm. This is why detox, fasting and a diet of clean, living, plant-based foods – to the best of one’s ability, and now we have supplements and ‘hacks’ (the good kind) – are integral to connecting to the Divine within oneself, obscured by the veils of reptilian agendas, interdimensional parasites, metals mixed with mirey clay (our bodies, the clay pots) and the sorcery of everything, including all products.

Tags: Children Of The Light,CREATOR,detox,elect,first language,Hebrew,Jehovah,kahan,kohanim,Melchizidek,Messiah,Priests,prophecy,Yeshua

Namasté.

© EATING TO ASCEND – THE ASCENSION DIET 2019
@EatingToAscend http://eatingtoascend.com

The seventh seal

Please read all of this, to survive the cataclysm arriving now.

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

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 posting this gallery on the 20th, my daughter-in-law Nichole died… RIP Nichole, I love you.

#SAS #stratosphericaerosolspray #geoengineering #chemtrails #weaponized #weather #warfare #depopulation #agenda21 #agenda2030 #agenda2050 #GeorgiaGuidestones #elite #scarcity #sky #ANGEL #portal #anomaly #CERN #prophecy #dimensionalshift #plasma #time #photogallery #photojournalism #TRUTH

Sky Anomaly next to sun, 19Dec2018, © @EatingToAscend

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.)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY MY DAUGHTER

It is with a heavy heart I live today. Yet simultaneously I live in JOY.

Today my daughter Emily (who my son named my granddaughter – his daughter, after my daughter his older and only sister – after) has turned 39. This day she was born.

I mailed her a gift package to the address I knew four years ago. I hope it gets to her.

A carved Pink Himalayan Salt votive candle holder, a pair of hand-sewn curtains in a block-print vintage Victorian blown rose fabric, and an eight-page letter.

I cannot describe the profundity inherent in the challenge of being made dead by my own family. I am existentially erased. In their minds.

Me, I’ve actually let go.

Detox and removing vampiric layers will do that for a person!

All things possible with the Most High God, in this illusion of a world!

I work very hard to center within the seat of my soul to feel God’s Goodness within myself. To not succomb to the evil that so derailed my life from birth. I have come to the conclusion that I have very little genetic serpent seed in my genes. That my task as an Elect in this incarnated flesh skin is to return to the first estate. I knew my VMAT2 was high… but at this point, realizing and seeing all I do, seeing others begin to discover what I have always known within, I see why I was targeted so early – from birth – and “never amounted to anything”, no matter how manythings I tried. Something always happened, and it was usually a death, or illness, or emergency. That’s how Satan works.

The Ice Flow of my life now
Written in a #nanowrimo slam last month

 

So whatever brings your day to you Emily, know that you are loved beyond measure.

Not only by me. I just birthed you (yes, my DNA call your name).

By GOD and Yehushua the Messiah Christ.

I know that the DNA in you will win. GOOD PREVAILS: all things in Christ.

I love you, my dear daughter! Happy Birthday!

All They Like Sheep (Led To The Slaughter)

It’s raining frogs (now) #magnolia #moses #wakeup

“Check that ego. Come off it, I’m the prophet, the professor,
I’ma teach you about the Worm.
who eventually turned to catch wreck
with the neck of a long-time oppressor.
And he’s runnin from the devil,
but the debt is always gaining.
And if he’s worth being hurt,
he’s worth bringin pain in. –
When the sunshine don’t work, the good Lord bring the rain in.”

– Moses

So if you every watched Magnolia, my all-time fave film, and total respect is what I have for PTA – Paul Thomas Anderson – you will know this scene. Now you have the words to the rap. You’re welcome, I love you ❤

 

WhatStanleyReadInLibrary Bonus for my readers: Stanley’s reading material before this scene!

Wow! That image is LOADED! What do you see here? #think

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