I failed to 'name' this prophetic stream save for calling it "uploading one's consciousness into the AI cloud Transhuman matrix". Death (meta) is the apt name and all who do this will spend all their existence in the Lake of Fire.
Mid-morning November, 23 2020. I was moved to look out the window at the sky above, and got up from my desk and looked up into the sky, the upper atmosphere where planes fly and we watch the planetary bodies and crafts. I can only use the antiquated word "wonderment", because in awe I at first thought "are those orbs? Is it a fleet of crafts?"
Now I am sharing that I feel something NOW. I have no desire for food, no hunger, no nervousness. I'm writing, reading, doing good personal things, feeding animals, interacting with others I see. Mostly I am connected and I FEEL SOMETHING VERY STRONG AND IT IS SOMETHING SUBLIME AND BEAUTIFUL COMING.
In 2015, my granddaughter Emily (yes, that is my daughter's name too) and I designed a quilt together, she chose the fabrics, I suggested the pattern, she approved it, and I finished it in time for her very sad Christmas…