I woke up this morning remembering the dream I had during the night without trying to think about it: it came to me from a place in my consciousness of its own accord. It’s short and very clear. I begin where it begins, without preface.
I raised my eyes to look at the sky while walking through a very large expanse of rolling field encircled by forest all around. The horizon in each direction was clear, with no buildings, only nature. It was daytime. I saw a river of what looked like fairly consistently-sized, seemingly shredded cloud puffs making this long line in the sky from the east to the west, which was at a diagonal to my travel as if west was clockface 10PM. I stopped walking and panned my eyes south then north, and saw that this trail was the only one, and that the clouds defining it didn’t appear anywhere else in the sky, which had a dark greyish, oppressive haze beginning at a distance on each side of the trail as if repelled. There were portals like holepunches at each end of this cloud swath so remarkable and I felt a sense of assured finality with resolve, and the sense of fear that felt like a habit disappeared.
Turning to my right, I looked down at the small face with eyes of love I love looking from the sky then toward me, with an instinctive startle as if being woken from sleep to wakefulness. This all happened in simultaneously and bending my knees to be eye level with the child whose small, smooth hand was in mine, I put the relaxed, not gripping trusting hand I was so guarding of, because this was my identity, to protect this child, (although none of those were thoughts, this is the reality of what I felt in the dream) into my left hand as I put my right arm over the small shoulders.
At the same eye level, the eyes that are a part of my soul searching mine, no words yet said, I thought to myself, glancing up at the path of Nibiru and back to the dear face, I felt strong in the gnowledge that because I had no fear, that was already answering the unworded question in the eyes which looked at me asking “What is happening?”
My heart and chest expanded with love and I (without decision, it was natural and part of our close relationship) softly pulled the familiar, extension-of-myself precious child into the contour of my body, now down on one knee, so I could hold [the child] close and they could lean into me and be supported, thinking/feeling this: “how much should I say to explain this without making fear; [the child] doesn’t need to be afraid; [the child] won’t understand, that’s what will scare [the child], confusion from ideas, not comprehending what [the child] already is, words will be confusing”. That thought stream was not even mentally articulated in my mind as thoughts, and this was really just the love I felt for [the child] and [the child] for me, it was one with who we were, and then I was remembering the dream.
Was I Gramma or Mom, and was this my children and my grandchildren as one in heart?
Re: “[the child]” In the dream there was no definition of girl or boy, just child of my body and lineage who I loved as life itself
May 10, 2020
(Typing the date, I just realized it’s Mother’s Day.)
A martyr (Greek: μάρτυς, mártys, “witness”; stem μάρτυρ-, mártyr-)
“We must critically examine and re-examine and compare with what is deep inside us… there is no better datum than that!”
Yes, I agree, for if we do not, our ego will bury us!
FROM LUCA “Bride of the father, these years will be called short by the short days, the photon will be the center of the rebirth and there will be purge at many galactic and planetary levels, read among the secrets and the sores the signs that the soul is placed. this is a braid of lands, they attack the heart and lungs “to steal the holy spirit, even if it’s not so they want you to fear it they make it pour out of the rna more ‘ I don’t know. But fear not the light has already won we are choosing how fallen the speed to learn it : adrenaline 3d in disintegration.” (comment from image above, translated from Italian)
And then that, for the thirst of the martyr, nor the presence of the superb Soldan preached Christ and others who followed,
and to find to convert too many people and not to stand indarno, redeemed to the fruit of the italian grass,
in the raw stone intra Tiber and Arno da Christ took the last seal, that his limbs two years carry.
– Dante, Paradiso XI, 100-108
http://www.vocazionefrancescana.org/2014/09/da-cristo-prese-lultimo-sigillo.html (Translated from Italian) Dear friends, the Lord will give you peace! Did you know that Dante Alighieri in the Divine Comedy also speaks of St Francis? And that’s why the Song XI of Paradise is also an integral part of the Franciscan Sources? Yes, even a piece of Dante poetry is part of the collection of the oldest Franciscan testimonies! To tell of the life of Francis of Assisi is the Dominican Saint Thomas Aquinas, as in The Song XII it will be the Franciscan Saint Bonaventura who will present the life of Dominic of Guzman. Dante poetry, as always, with the effective synthesis and elegant beauty of its triplets manages to make in short the understanding life of our Father “all seraphic in ardour” (XI, 37).
St. Francis: from martyrdom to the stigmata
On the day of the feast of the Impression of the Stimmate of St. Francis, 17 September, I would like to briefly resume what Dante says. As you can read in the three triplets above, he places the event of the Stimmate immediately after the pilgrimage to the Holy Land and the encounter with the Sultan. In the verses that follow, he immediately recounts the death of the Saint. St. Thomas says that the Poverello of Assisi “for the thirst of the martyr, / in the presence of the superb Soldan / preached Christ and others who ‘followed’ them: like Saint Anthony of Padua, Saint Francis goes “among the Saracens” available, indeed eager, to give his life for Christ. We also know from the other biographies that, admitted in the presence of al-Malik al-Komil, announced to him the gospel and salvation in Christ. Francis left that court, without having earned martyrdom, but much esteem for his holiness and some gifts… including the ivory horn still preserved among the relics of St. Francis Basilica in Assisi. St. Francis was to receive a different martyrdom: what we celebrate today, the extraordinary gift of the stigmata, “the last seal” of love and pain that Jesus himself has imprinted in his flesh. They are a sign for him and for us of a whole life deeply resembling that of Christ.
Every call: from imagining to following This: what can it mean to you?? We all desire and imagine our future for what our hearts are given to sense. At some point in his life, St. Francis felt ready to take risks: to give and, if necessary, to lose his life for the sake of Christ and for the conversion of some unfaithful brothers. This availability was not collected from the design of Providence in the most ‘predictable’ way of martyrdom in odium fidei. His mystical martyrdom has come in an original way, if anything linked to his struggle to accept the evolution of the Order, now almost ‘autonomous’ and ’emancipated’ with respect to its founder (as it leaks from the biographies and parable of Perfect joy). And Francis was crucified in La Verna for the sake of all those who are astonished by this sign, and in particular for the sake of his fellow brothers. Of which he managed to be even in the end the ‘most’ lesser friete. Assisi. Prayer Corda pia, which associates the Passion of Christ and the Stimmate of St. Francis. For you, who listen to the Lord, it calls you to follow him, is to imagine your future in some way and form a particular one. In that imagination is hidden the good intuition of what the Lord asks of you: to give yourself in a total way. Often, however, in this ‘imagine’, our imagination ends up getting a little distracted around the peripheral aspects of vocation: for example, fantasizing a little about the new role or the respect I will receive when I am a priest/frite (?!); or the beauty of fraternal life in the community, when I am a nun (?!); or the fact that my talents will finally be valued… All possible, but not always realistic… and certainly not central, because often more than growing in faith and holiness, they tickle and gratify the ego.
A vocation is given to you because in it you learn to give yourself and to love… even when it is necessary to suffer to love. Just as Francis asked and obtained in La Verna: to love and suffer as Jesus loved and suffered for us on the Cross. Today’s feast, then, gives you practical advice: when you notice that your fantasy takes you away from the ‘centre’ of your vocational discernment, or entices you with ‘glorious’ perspectives that are all to be verified, ‘escape’ from this ego-centric path and return to place your feet where you find the footsteps of Christ, following him as you carry your (heavy but not impossible) cross every day. The humble realism of today, will bless you tomorrow too… Happy feast of the Holy Stimmate!! The Lord gives you peace!
First, Luca, before I respond to your thoughts, let me share something with you. Because what you told me was galvanizing, and I am strengthened by your words. This allegorical desert is a place of strange testing and confirmations. Last August you wrote me this:
“You are written in the book of life – do not fear spit or insults, I cry for this humanity only a few see and among these are especially women, from the double date of 2020 everyone will see himself in glory or vergogna. Dio bless you… … I wanted to inform you; to tell you something very important when you did an article about your granddaughter Emily, I saw a sun that came into you and called you “bride”. Maybe I should not say these things… but you are far ahead and you are not of this world.”
Okay, now I’m replying…
I’ve actually never felt of this world, and to be quite honest, I thought that by coming to India I would find others who were aware of TRUTH, but so far – and I keep reaching out to so-called spiritual leaders here (gurus, babaji’s, long-time seekers, monks/nuns – supposedly HIGHLY SPIRITUAL PEOPLE – all I am discovering is different shades and values of ego on different styles of dress, and the VERY FEW TIMES I have been able to engage someone in questioning the narratives, they SHUT DOWN. There are so few who are not deceived, Luca.
And I just finished the Fowler’s Net post, which will probably get me kicked off the internet! (Trying to make a joke, but as I type I am being hit with millimeter waves in my throat, aimed at my thyroid. Getting up to take more iodine…). I will expand that article more, perhaps next. It depends soully on (how I am moved by) God.
You: “Bride of the father, these years will be called short by the short days, the photon will be the center of the rebirth and there will be purge at many galactic and planetary levels, read among the secrets and the sores the signs that the soul is placed. This is a braid of lands, they attack the heart and lungs “to steal the holy spirit, even if it’s not so they want you to fear it they make it pour out of the rna more; I don’t know. But fear not the light has already won we are choosing how fallen the speed to learn it: adrenaline 3d in disintegration.”
According to the Ethiopian calendar it is the year 2012, not 2020, and I guess many of us are aware that at the Council of Nicae, hundreds of years were made to disappear, and what is thought of as “the middle ages” is fictional, written by the likes of Juval Noah Harari. We’ve had the noctoluminscent skies for years now, and Tavares (it sounds like her voice) showed footage from the Alaska weather cams of the huge umbrella-like shade apparatus being kept in the sky between earth and Nibiru. Sometimes I go to bed and it seems as if the ‘night’ was 14 hours long: it is only becoming more and more insensible. The portions of the Nag Hammadi about The Destroyer say all these things we see. When I found the text from the ancient Egyptian Valley of the Kings tombs which talked about the net in the sky, that was another a-ha to confirm the place 5G and smart devices, apps, et cetera are being used.
“A braid of lands, they attack the heart and lungs ‘to steal the holy spirit’…” – yes. Only if we let them. I think the digital link is the key here, Luca. This will probably make me the least welcomed spiritual writer in modern history. No one wants to stop communicating. This is our desert. This is it. It’s happening.
And yes, they attack the heart and lungs. This is why I began taking Levamisole, given to all dairy cattle and sheep up, to get rid of them. In 2018 I researched and found the FDA acceptable limits for the amounts of detectable lungworms and threadworms in dairy products for sale in the United States, that the worms pass through breast milk and the placenta, and I emailed my daughter about it, since she’s a doula and lactation counselor, but of course she ignored me (and still shuns me). It was very difficult to take it, and I started at a dose for a small sheep. I basically used myself as an experiment, and as they cleared from me I began to feel entirely new sensations in my lung areas (on my back) especially when I was praying or writing, or doing anything with my heart intention and love. So I wrote that post called BREATH OF LIFE.
I will stop there, but we are light energy, yes. And I do not think of myself as of master root Pleidian, but beyond. That’s how it feels: star-like. That star that came the day before Nichole died was MY STAR, and there was a STARGATE PORTAL OPEN OVER THE ROOF OF MY HOUSE, and a DNA-shaped spiral it came down, like a heaven stair. So did I – my spirit being – come to give myself an ‘upgrade’ considering one of the most – no, THE MOST DIFFICULT THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME AS A MORTAL HUMAN was about to happen, my granddaughter who is like a soul-daughter to me losing her mother, and my family not telling me, and not letting me come to comfort my granddaughter? Still I am shunned completely. Yet my soul is of GOD, and I LOVE. I have never felt so sure and secure and strong. And things have happened which show me that hypercommunication / heart communication is real and happening.
“they want you to fear it they make it pour out of the rna more”: if we fear, it weakens us, our immuno-suppression goes down, illness goes up, and they harvest more etheric energy. Am I oversimplifying it? If we succomb to fear, as their host, they run amok with our systems and takeover occurs. We also lose time, lose ground, what in spiritual sense is backsliding, which is the worst kind of falling away and hardest to recover from.
“the light has already won we are choosing how fallen the speed to learn it: adrenaline 3d in disintegration” – Hmm, I am going to take a guess at that meaning. Are you saying we have a degree of control regarding our collective consciousness bringing on this leaving of physical density, and that the adrenaline fear creates is becoming less available for them because en masse we’re “wising up” and rising up?
From your link given to St. Francis http://www.vocazionefrancescana.org/2014/09/da-cristo-prese-lultimo-sigillo.html, it says “We all desire and imagine our future for what our hearts are given to sense”, and I imagine that is true for many, until pain and trauma either takes it out of them or they erode and sell out! The author goes on: “A vocation is given to you because in it you learn to give yourself and to love… even when it is necessary to suffer to love.” YES. Only suffering teaches us what love truly is. As much as trauma and evil need to be eradicated, in this physical realm, they are teachers, but how hard. I cannot tell you how many times I listened to Derek Prince’s LOVE IS THE PERFECT LAW OF LIBERTY – I even transcribed it from the YT video – forced to be barred from family and losing all, as you know from reading what I have written, and seeing photos and artwork. Humans are at their best when things are at their worst. We get the stigmata within.
But are you suggesting that I am being impractical or egoistic? Chitta? Anyone? I ask this seriously.
Much love, with a holy kiss.
That drawing of Saint Francis of Assisi, I did that in 2013, looking at a statue – a lawn statue – that my landlord Bill Kuiper had given me (now sold, too heavy to carry around while dealing with all the shite).
And I observe that sunrise is occurring to the north today, and based on the battery-powered clock (which is slower than the computer’s synched one, always now), is over an hour earlier, although yesterday it remained dark until almost 7:30AM.
Keep open the door of your heart. Fast, meditate, love. Grace is here.
You only live once, but it’s forever. You will keep changing your garments until your casting your shadows has come to an end.
There is one in front of whom and within whom this play is unfolding. He was never born. He can never die. He is thought-free. Timeless. Imperishable. Bliss absolute. He has given you the opportunity to call yourself He. But only in your heart. And the garment of personhood, no, it will not be. Too much shame there. Too much arrogance.
What you are not is floating to the surface of the ocean of samsara. You are witness to this. Your life was a path that consciousness took in order to learn about itself, and to re-awaken to its magnificence. But it will not recognize its magnificence with an ego on its back. Even the most helpless thought is watched from the unsplittable One.
This is my response to your healing project. WordPress won’t allow me to comment. I have cleared all cache. I can’t even “like” things. I had to do this to get this to you.
I cannot describe adequately how moved I am by your project and its reasons, your givingness and the outcome ALREADY REALIZED FOR ALL HERE READING,WRITING, INTERACTING – you have made a healing circle – and my heart literally goes out to every person here and everywhere, for we all suffer. Thank you for doing what humans should be doing, which is a system of heart healing, the true magic.
Eight days passed since I was there. I had a silent, alone Christmas, as I have since 2012. No one told me she had died, my own family shuns me, I am cut off from my granddaughter, Nichole’s daughter, and I had been with Nichole less than 48 hours before she died. I took her shopping for Christmas presents which I paid for, for her daughter/my granddaughter and her other daughter Lola. We stopped at her therapist’s office (state run) who broke pharaceutical protocol and yanked her off of Klonopin a week before Christmas and she was struggling with her Fentanyl addiction, badly “managed” by the Draconian ‘behavioral health care” system. In essence, she was murdered. She came out of that office sobbing, and had begged her therapist to let her stay on the Klonopin (which she had run out of and was already in need of to maintain the ridiculous cocktail they had her dependent upon) and her tehrapist refused. I stayed with Nichole until long after dark before driving the long drive home, talking with her about detox, emotional healing, spiritual growth, and things she could begin to do to regain her life and selfhood. I apologized for “talking her ear off” when she looked strained, listening, and she said “No, don’t! I’m getting it! I’m understanding so much it’s making my brain hurt!” And that’s when I knew she was having an awakening. Her pineal gland was opening up and fast.
Nichole was Rh Negative and of the Tribe of Dann. This is significant.
The next day she accidentally overdosed on Fentanyl as my granddaughter was in the car being driven there to spend her school vacation with her mother. I have to wonder, did she pass on, or take the dose, at the time on the clock in the photograph I took five years before (in the blogpost). I continued sending her heart energy and emails relevant to what we had been discussing, in particular two TED talks on spiritual awakening misunderstood for depression or psychosis, and the deadening effects on the human soul the “behavioral health system” has in its treatment methods.
Late in the evening on December 26th, her rommate called me, as Nichole’s husband, seeing my emails still coming to her phone, said something about my not knowing yet. MY OWN SON, HER EX-HUSBAND, MY DAUGHTER, AND NICHOLE’S TWIN SISTER – also someone I have been close to these same 18 years – NEVER TOLD ME SHE WAS DEAD. I called my son and he hung up on me.
My daughter called – for the first time in almost four years – the day before the memorial service, actually fishing for information but pretending she cared, asking how I learned of her death, but really to see if I had plans to come (to the memorial; she had been cremated), and then after we hung up immediately texted me forbidding me to come.
Nichole is the child who at 15 when she ran away from home, being abused by her stepfather, who I, a divorced working mother of two, took in. And again at 18, she came to live with me, and I drove her back and forth to finish high school – a 30 mile round trip, and I worked at a 45 horse barn, and there was commuter traffic – while her family rejected her. She was a daughter to me and a friend.
I LOVE HER AND I MISS HER AND I MISS MY GRANDDAUGHTER EMILY, AND SHE WAS FORCED TO HAVE ME REMOVED FROM HER LIFE, AND THEN HER MOM. I NEVER GOT TO GRIEVE, and worse than that, I myself am treated as if I am dead, with a twist: I’m not missed. (I never got to see her one last time. I could not comfort my granddaughter.)
Nichole was kinder to me in this life, more loving and supportive than any other human being has ever been.
She was heading back to SOURCE and her escort stopped by my house and made itself visible on December 19, 2018. I was wordlessly called to look out the window and see what I saw.
So please accept this letter from my heart, my spirit’s soaring song, and print it with the two printed posts I linked here, and add my love to yours and all of ours. LOVE. Is. All.
… happy to be in connection … in consciousness many times, sending love … strength, in the same way faith is more real than what we sense (and the world calls real). This entire perceived world is a tale, we know this, and the process of every moment and day feels sometimes literally mindblowing, which I know is the cognitive dissonance on the synapse level. What else could that be? Because we do FEEL it, within, the vast effects of gnosis. I think this is why it becomes exactly what we need to do when overwhelmed, and let go into the Most High within us with our breath and thought-lessness… The more detox is done, the more fasting, deparasitizing and heavy metal/fungus/yeast/nanotech is remediated, the easier it is to be in flow with the dimensional shifts … heart language energy… enjoy [that, and] within our DNA we have that third strand of serpent seed, which is why the LIGHT of CHRIST frees us. And in the mystery teachings, understanding the way-past-physics-binary-signal-light-code-cymatics-beyond quantification reality of WHAT IT (THE WORD AND LIGHT) IS doesn’t negate or disprove the TRUE history of the world … decoded so far … … a sign of heart communication… … hesitance to use this medium… supernatural events have happened with my computer – it was an apple … [Gott] rid of it… … Having read William Gibson’s novels when they came out in real time, and most science fact (they say it’s called fiction lol) from my early teen years … leaning toward … off grid intellectually… stand against the AI and transhumanism… life existential … Paul said “For I count every loss as a victory for Christ.” … Kolbrin Bible … HINDS FEET ON HIGH PLACES … FOXE’S BOOK OF MARTYRS…
… thank you … heart … gnow we … are … warriors … the LOVE we are all BEING is TILTING THIS INVERTED FALLEN MECHANISM SEQUENCE WE EXPERIENCE NOW and the shift is happening and we are all shining so brightly in colors of praise for the ALMIGHTY FATHER.
… OT … ALL … is reference to the days we are in and are coming, and the Destroyer, and the alien deception waiting to play out … the supposed believers IRL are in absolute disagreement / conversation stops @ subject: serpent seed. In 3D face-to-face conversations I never ever get to the points Aug makes, or anyone else from the bases… which … used to be like serial dreams…
~~~~ on this level of insight shared [darkness is] repel[led] …