Twice in the still-dark pre-dawn hours I was abruptly forced awake by supernatural forces.
IN MEMORY OF NICHOLE TRAVERS LITTLE CABANA on her birthday. June 6, 1985 - December 20, 2018.
We are ushering in the new earth together in ONEness of the zero station of illimitable LOVE.
There are things we are not to know now. We can't know. We're material.
The Hakatha (Laws of the Babylonians) states quite unambiguously: The privilege of operating a flying machine is great. The knowledge of flight is among the most ancient of our inheritances. A gift from 'those from upon high'. We received it from them as a means of saving many lives.
We are all part of a great pattern that we may someday understand, and one day, when we have done what we alone are capable of doing, we rise up and reunite with those we have loved the most, forever embraced. We get to become stars.
The veils are created by the parasites and the parasites are the indwelling archons, the formless ones who take opportunistic shapes in bodies and build strongholds in our blood, bones and organs.
And that's just how it's got to be.
Stars are angels, know who you are, you are human, you are LOVE.