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Those crystals were trucked from Arkansas. So damaged!
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Those crystals were trucked from Arkansas. So damaged!
Another favorite of Brook's was this one.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=xXgPIxSEFAY
One of my favorites.....
https://youtube.com/watch?v=3SfSQ3lQmJw
It wasn't always like this. Why did it come to this? Things were cosmically more free. Why would you want to screw that up? You had it made. Free Agency, you say? Everything that you could possibly want and then some, you're going to tell me Free Agency?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...................
Don't know if I want to think about that right now. Or maybe, I do. I do know I got ships on the ole brain noggin. Beautiful ladies dancing on the high Seas. Graceful runnings through the waves. Being alive! Being one with one of these beautiful ladies, whose sails were like sexy evening gowns on the water. What a sight! To dance in the wind..........free!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.............just like a dolphin breaking the water plane and flying through the air. Free.........
But all that became gone. AND NOW, THOUSANDS OF YEARS LATER, YOU COME HERE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT!!!!!!!!! yOU KEEP ON KILLING MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS, and you'll get the interstellar war you're looking for. Without my saying or even any small permissions of such has been spoken by me to insight your wrath. It's already mandated! So, you're screwed. C'est la vie.
As we sit here waiting for the galactic truth to come out? When's the verdict on that one?
Now that is just perfect Captain.
In this lifetime, I spent many a day, wondering why I was so drawn to the Ocean. Never really knowing why. I couldn't place my finger on it. It haunted me at times. Where I was raised, was not that close to the Ocean. As you all well know of the Ports of New England, my Ocean hauntings couldn't bridge with those surroundings. It took years to make sense of those mental meanderings.
It wasn't until Brook and I had moved in together, where those meanderings took shape. Brook had brought with her, the missing puzzle pieces. Our bathroom has lighthouses, a model of a clipper ship, some dolphins, huge wooden boat anchor, I mean after all you wouldn't want to hang a real one on the wall now would you? A boat mirror, a fish carved with a chain saw, another clipper mounted in a frame to hang on the wall, and even a wooden steer wheel. Lots of sea shells and finally candles in between all the voids. Also a monkey hiding his eyes. lols.
Now I realize what the monkey represented. The real meaning. Not the face value one. As it turns out, I was the monkey. Blinded by my two hands. The artifacts in our bathroom were the triggers. It would seem our bathroom had a hidden AGENDA.
The soundings of the wind returned. And I'm not talking about farts either. lols. Even the feelings of touching the polished framings. Polished by salt and water. Memories of the sails catching that wind, echoed in my mind. Knowing that those echoes were the moment of where you plugged into Mother Nature. You could feel the anticipation of that moment. She would grab hold and lurch forward. A dance took place in those moments. Between the Captain and a sea Goddess.
For the most part, my ships were never fired upon. There was a time or two when some of locals would have to much of a good time with drink and lit a fuse or two. But they always missed the target. The arrival and the pulling up to a port, was an event. The community was always alerted and vendors would ambitiously make their way to board us. We had stuff that they didn't have. And we usually unloaded more than we loaded. Spices were a money maker, while fruit, not so much. I remember giving fruit away to many of the kids who ran around in their tattered clothing. Fruit was hard to keep. Barrels of salted fish was another good one as we had different kinds. Let's not forget the special orders either. In my way of thinking, cargo was cargo. I hauled a little of everything. The key to my business was reliability. Fullfilling contracted orders for whoever could pay the price. There usually was put into place a return date or the whenabouts. It seemed that you didn't make a profit on the first trip. You made up for it on the second, third trips. Till that money ran dry. There was always a scampering going on from port to port. The weather was key. You had to be patient beyond the norm. If you didn't exercise patience, you always paid for it. Mother Earth made sure that you did.
Rocks and Goddesses aren't good for each other. Days of waiting for that moment of the bridal connection with your Goddess, could separate your mind. When that connection would seem like she was on steroids, you'd think you were riding a Brahma bull. The howling of the wind along with the wave action, could make anyone beg for mercy. Keeping cargo in place was a daunting task at these times.
My company operated out of Greece. Southwest. My home was on the outshirts, overlooking the Ocean. I remember it so well. On a side of a small hill in a mountainous area looking over the Ocean. A great look out advantage for my returning ships to port.
They called me Morpheus. The Maker of Dreams. But the current historical record has me listed as, Morpheus was the God of Dreams, the one with the amazing ability of appearing in dreams of mortals in any form. As his name implies – the Greek word “morphe” means “form” – he was the one who shaped and formed the dreams.
You could say that. But in truth, not so much. One such commodity in my cargo hold was Opium. We never spoke the true name of it. We called it, deck tar. It was stored in a variety of sizes, pending on where it came from. Another reason why my ships weren't fired upon. My cargo was no secret. My home was surrounded with mountainous type hills adorned with the poppy flowers.
Brook was so instrumental in these memories too as she said, "look out of the opening of your sanctury." I'll be.....! How did she know this? In a session, she made me burn all those fields.
So to sum that up, I was a major importer and exporter of the dream causing agent. And maybe, just maybe, folks dreamed knowing where and the who, who had provided their escapes into an unknown reality, called a dream. Love ya Zeus!
Some things are surely back to front. Maybe, traveling back, wasn't like traveling back at all. Memories will catch up to you. It depends on the prevaling winds of time. The real question that remains is, "What's in your bathroom?" :facepalm:
Namaste'
Posted on TMOA a couple of weeks ago.............
Good day folks. It's been a few years since I've posted up anything. Please forgive my absence as life has its challenges and you have to adjust your ways of doing things so that you can progress in your life, let alone survive. First off I would like to thank everyone here who put forth an actual effort on Brook's behalf. It made a positive difference as Brook and I fought this cancer battle together. What was nice to see was that Brook was actually valued because of her work and her engagements with hundreds of people through the years. She made a positive difference that manifested spiritual growth within those who participated with her. What more could you ask for?
A special thank-you to my Brother Gio and Rod for having done this interview with her. Believe this or not, but I just now watch this video for the very first time. The last time Brook spoke to me was on the evening of Oct. 24, 2018, and the only thing she could say was, "I love you." Her last words. I miss her so much.
Yesterday, I spent most of the afternoon, trying to gain access to my Baby's email account. I have tried several times in the recent past to no avail. The reason being is that a certain person from another forum had sent a machine to our house and I had wanted to return it to her. A Spooky Tooth 2. There had been exchanges of email concerning this machine and I had just wanted to know more as to who was involved in this exchange. This machine was to aid Brook with her cancer and maybe heal her. Needless to say that those efforts arrived to late. So after Brook had passed, the machine sat here. It also wasn't on my priority list because my hands were loaded with Brook's Estate. Another complication was the fact that Brook and I were not married. All of "our" money was in her bank account and to simply put it, I was dead broke and had no access to her account. Here in North Carolina, common law marriage is not acknowledged. I had the Power of Attorney but that expired when she passed.
Everyone wants to know about the Memorial that I was planning on doing. Brook passed away on Thursday, Oct. 25, 2018, at 2:15 PM. The next day, 8:30 in the morning, I get a phone call from the funeral home. They wanted me to come in on Monday the 29th to discuss the funeral arrangements. I met them at 1:00 PM. I signed a contract with them to have her cremated and a Memorial service. They also informed me that they would have to contact the next of kin as to what they wanted to be done. Burial or cremation? Apparently, a North Carolina law and the next of kin had the power to change it. Brook wanted to be cremated. So her youngest son calls late Thursday afternoon and tells me that we are all set. I asked him what he meant by the term all set. He didn't give me a straight answer. So the next day, Friday, I am waiting for a phone call from the funeral home as to where we go from here. No call came. The weekend comes and goes and I finally get the call Monday morning. What I needed to know was the final cost, simply because up to this point if her youngest son had change Brook's wishes to be cremated, the final cost would have been different as to what I had signed on the contract. Burials cost more. So it was established that Brook was to be cremated and the final number came in as to what I had signed on the contract. So that evening I went home and contacted my Brother and asked him to help me out with the costs since I was flat broke. Not a problem he said.
So here it is Tuesday morning and I get a call from the owner of the funeral home, demanding payment, telling me that when you go to the store and buy a gallon of milk, you have to pay for it. Those were his words and this happened at 10 in the morning. He then tells me that I have till Thursday morning at 10 AM to call him and he will determine what comes next. Are you serious? So he basically ripped up the contract that I had signed. So the next day, Wednesday, I went to the funeral home at 1:00 PM and paid for her cremation. The Memorial was scrapped by this condescending...... I never did call him on Thursday morning at 10:00. I later told Brook's youngest son that if he wanted a Memorial to go and have one. Which he did at Red Lobster, a couple of days before Christmas. To make matters worse, he never told me when it was going to happen. He didn't tell me anything. So I guess I wasn't invited. I don't know any of the details such as if folks who showed had to pay their own way or what. I hope they had a nice meal. So that is what happened as to the Memorial Service.
Please keep in mind that the Memorial Service that was planned was for everyone else. I say that because for me, Brook and I are still an ongoing thing. Everyone seemed to be asking for closure on whatever level. So if I may suggest that everyone who is seeking that, send her your thoughts as she will receive them, She might not be here physically but you can connect spiritually. This will separate the talkers and the walkers.
A couple of details which involves numbers that caught my attention. When I brought Brook to the emergency room at Frye Hospital, they had set her up in what looked like some kind of utility room. After she was settled, I went to the nurse's station and ask about her condition, state of being. He told me that she was between worlds. He also said that he was working on getting her into a room. As it turns out, her room number was 464. Do you see it? When she was transferred to Hospice, her room number was 2235. It was a nice place and the staff was great. The place had pictures of rivers, streams, and brooks. How fitting since she was named, Brook. She passed away at 2:15 PM. Now if you take her room number, 2235 and subtract the two middle numbers, you get a -1. So the final number ends up being 215. Exactly when she died. I was there mind you and remembered looking at the clock. Then the funeral home phone number was 464-xxxx. Pretty weird. Almost like a Matrix code.
Since her passing, if anything could go wrong, everything went wrong. Two of my computers died, my phone was mysteriously shut off, and the Estate process was delayed by a month, meanwhile, the bills kept coming and stacking up. It's not an easy process to go through because the system complicates it with their hoops and loops. If you aren't married, the process becomes more complicated. And the system doesn't give you the chance to grieve as everyone is demanding their money. For instance, the cable bill went from $270.00 {2 months past due} to $550.00. There's more but I'll spare you.
Okay...... The video brought up some obvious points that were expressed that reflected the past life subject. A reflection of Brook's research as well. I hope OXY is paying attention. Gio also touched on this in the video interview. Because what I am about to reveal is what has been kept from everyone. I had the hopes that the Thubans would have also figured it out as to who Brook really was and who you all had a sharing with and who graced these differents forum halls. But no one has done so up to this date. The reason why our identities have been kept a secret is the very fact that she and I are wanted by some nasty Reptilians. Hopefully, many of you will finally understand and connect the dots that have eluded your inquiring minds. Also for those who felt a very strong soul connection to Brook. You know who you are. Mind you that what I am about to reveal is not to be a boastful thing and if anything it is all about SERVICE to all of you and this World. Brook and I have always been about service to others. For thousands of years. As with many of you here and out there. It isn't about who is better than who when you are in Service mode. It only becomes that when you are Service to self.
Also, keep in mind that what I am about to reveal, reflects a partial insight as to Galactic and Universal history. I say that because it is a matter of record. Also common knowledge amongst some folks. Many, many, many years ago, a certain Feline race was going about different worlds and assisting certain planets in the propagation of life. It was their primary mission. In which they ended up here in our historical past, to assist Gaia at that time. The time period wasn't that long ago. Proof of their presence is located on many walls and sculptures in Egypt. As it turns out, they were here much earlier in the past. Back in the days of Atlantis. They left Atlantis suddenly at the last moment when Atlantis was destroyed. Brook was there at that time and was assisting in that evacuation. Part of the evac process was to secure their planet propagating technology. This technology came in the form of large disks of different sizes. They emitted certain frequencies that would change the coding of any physical density. These disks were also incorporated with star material. They even seemed to be alive.
But before that time, a plan had to be implemented. Things had to be organized and so forth. Part of that process also involved having the right people for the job. Brook was one of those people. But there was a problem. Brook wasn't there at the time. The reason was that Brook was somewhere else. That somewhere else is called Astaria. A large Planet near the edge of our main Universe. As it turns out, she was the Queen of that Planet. Of course, it is out of phase. This Planet is beautiful and peaceful. Lush with plant life and mountains. There are also lions there that walk among the folks there. These lions were white and spoke with their eyes. They would greet you when you arrived there and would also escort you to where you needed to go. A very harmonious Planet in terms of all life on it. This is where Brook is going back to in the very near future. It is the very home she mentioned in Gio's and Rod's interview.
Anyways, going back to the Feline race, organizing their plans, what they needed was someone very special to operate these disks. Brook was that person. So arrangements were made and she volunteered to assist this Feline race. So someone had to go and pick her up and bring her back. I was assigned that very task. Just a little side note, I wasn't of the Feline race but as with many races, many work together to accomplish certain goals. No different then as it is today. So anyway, I placed her in a stasis pod and brought her back. At that point in time, we were just acquaintances.
Going forward in time....... I had a past life in Greece. Around 2500 years ago. I was in the business of importing and exporting goods to many ports of commerce with a large fleet of wooden ships. I also had many employees and had a great standing with the folks in our village. Nobody went "without" if I knew about it. I also had 4 people who basically helped me run this business. My right arm was called Artemis. He was my younger half brother and was my goto guy in terms of allocating what needed to be done. Then there was Bartholomew. He was my personal scribe. Then there was Eros. He was my goto guy when I needed covert things done. And last but not least was Mortimer. He was my financial director. Just keep these guys on the side for now.
On a bright sunny day in Summer, I was directed to go meet someone coming by ship at a private location, at the shoreline. Apparently, she had traveled a long way by ship in the recent past to contract a job. A covert operation. My name had been mentioned and a meeting was set up. I met this woman at a beach. I brought her into the village and arranged for accommodations. We had our meeting and came up with an agreement. She was Egyptian and had long black hair. She had wanted to smuggle a certain object out of Egypt and delivered to a certain location. The cargo was one of these sun disks. She returned to Egypt and came a few months later. On that visit, I decided to ask her if she wanted to go for a boat ride. She agreed. So we went out on one of my smaller schooners. We had a nice time. At one point, as I was watching her, actually starring, I walked right into a lower sail and basically knocked myself out and fell overboard. Luckily there were ropes hanging down over the side. She jumped in after me and basically saved my life. The ropes were a lifesaver as well as we clung onto them as my head cleared.
In the following months, she would come to visit and we would spend quality time together around a pool at my home. We, of course, were in love with each other. Sometimes she would bring little Horus with her. Sometimes she would dump him on me and go into the village and check out the markets. Everyone in town loved her. Keep in mind that when she went back to Egypt, I wouldn't see her for several months at a time. Then on one of those visits, she was in some kind of trouble back home. So what I did was asked my guys to accompany her back to Egypt to look after her. Things were getting very risky back there.
Then on one particular night, I went to bed. It was the last time I went to bed in that life. While I was asleep, 4 assassins came into the bedroom and knocked me out while I was asleep. They hauled me off to some cave near the shore and placed me into a wooden rectangular box, face down, and put those damn Egyptian beetles in there with me and sealed the box. The assassins were sent by Osiris. Apparently, he figured out who his wife was having an affair with.
Another little fact was that I had my ship hidden in a cave. Not a wooden ship either. It was the very ship that I picked Brook up from Astaria. If you want to see this ship for yourselves, look up Bruce Cathie from Australia. He has passed now but he posted a video as to some actual footage he personally took, as to what it looks like. About 90 years ago, there was an earthquake in Greece. That earthquake caused part of the cave to collapse and revealed it. The Greek authorities contacted the US government and the US government retrieved it. They have it in one of their underground facilities, guarded like you wouldn't believe. They move it around too.
Now let's get back to this story. Back to Egypt. Most of what we know historically is packed full of lies. Propaganda. By design. The Reptilians are masters at it, even back then. The Feline race had made an arrangement with these Reptilians, to work with them. The Reptilians initiated this arrangement, coming off as an innocent race to help this World and mankind. What a sales job and the Feline race took the bait. Ptaah, Thoth, and Osiris are all guilty of crimes against this Planet and humanity. If you look at the propaganda, they are glorified and thus those that subscribe to the propaganda also take the bait.
These three along with their priests had everyone under hostage. They harvested children and if you didn't do what they commanded, they would kill your whole family. Their primary goal was eternal life. They sought technology that would promote that. How lucky for them that the Feline race was there. The Reptilians did acquire a small sun disk and used it in a ceremony in a secret chamber. The disk was around 3' in diameter. The chamber also had a flat stone table. Approximately 32" in height, 7' in length, and about 3' wide. There was a place just under the lip of the table on one end where there were 3 squiggly lines. Those lines were the activation point of the table. Ptaah sat on a throne with his staff in hand. You could also hear a field generator of some sort in the background. A priest would bring in a very young child and place it on the stone table. Ptaah sitting on his throne. Then this dark long haired women would activate the stone table by just placing her hand over the squiggly lines and then raise the child into the air, supporting the back of the child with one hand. Ptaah would then raise his staff in the air and the torture of the child would begin. The staff was actually a remote control. The fear frequency of the child would then feed Ptaah, till the child was dead in Brook's supporting hand. Moses had a wooden staff. But that was also a remote device. A piece of wood is a piece of wood, period.
Thoth was the one who had taken the Feline technology and incorporated into their technology and created this contraption. The very technology that promoted Planetary life was used for service to self gratification. I don't know what happened to Thoth, but I do know he escaped from Universal justice. For all I know the Feline race is probably looking for him. According to Sekhmet, she placed Ptaah on some barren moon for his sins. Osiris was also a piece of work and I'm not sure if he was dismembered or what. He was also a low life that would poke many women on demand. Brook hated him. Simply put.
Back in those days, communication was done by courier. When Brook hadn't heard anything from her beloved in Greece, she sent Artemis back to Greece to find out what was up. When he returned, he told her that no one knew what had happened to Morpheus and that he had just disappeared. After Artemis left with his head down, Brook took a dagger and self-inflicted herself in the stomach. When that happened, the guards were alerted and Ptaah was told what had happened. He had Brook drugged out by her long black hair to a snake pit and then had her dumped into it. He was so pissed. Now who was going to activate his feeding machine?
Side notes; I think it was just right after that the Feline race left and went to Sirius; I also think this was the time that Brook and I were married. I was of the Christ bloodline and Brook was of the Feline bloodline; Sekhmet is my mother-in-law. For most, that would be unsettling as most of us men fear our mothers-in-law; Another untruth is the historical picture of Morpheus and Iris. Replace the "r" with an "s". {Iris} and also change the hair color to black. But that woman in the picture doesn't even look like Brook. Also, Morpheus, "the maker of dreams" was a maker of dreams as one of the commodities I exported with my shipping business was opium.
In Brook's next lifetime, we find ourselves in Scotland. She was originally from Norway and was shipped to Scotland at an early age. The mission continues as our next mission was to track the Feline race technology that the Reptilians had stolen. Also, it was where the Reptilians had moved their power structure from Egypt to London, England. If you had noticed with your research that Egypt started it's decay after the Reptilians moved North to England. This faction anyways. Brook was thrown over a cliff in this lifetime by 4 Reptilian hybrids.
It was this lifetime that I went ballistic after her demise. I went on a rampage and fought alongside William Wallace against the Reptilian King of England. Not proud of this but I was one killing machine. I was consumed with anger and rage. I was later caught and placed in the King's dungeon and died in 1308 A.D. I was basically put there to rot. Now you know why I have a major beef with London. Still do. I am not against the people of England. Some of my best friends are from there.
In my possession, I have my Knight Templar swords, two Katanas, and a replica of the dagger that the Queen of Egypt used in an attempt to kill herself.
Brook was my twin flame and still is. When she parted from here a few months ago, there was a ripping away. There was so much pain from that experience, let alone the aching of my heart. I shed tears all the time, even now as I write this post. It has been one long day since she has passed. For you, it is several months. In the meantime, I have been working on her Estate and to clear her name from any hooks that may attach her to this world.
It is with the hope that our story now makes sense to those who took the time to ask the serious questions. I wish I could say this was just all in my head. But to honor Brook and all of you, it would be a disservice to do so and I am not about that. Mind you, I don't expect anyone to believe me. It is Brook's and my story and if anything, I shared it. I also want folks to know that Brook passed away on her own terms this go around. She didn't have that choice in the previous lifetimes.
She isn't home yet as she is going through an extensive life review. By that, I mean that when you fully awaken, you realize that all of your lifetimes sum up to one lifetime. Part of the reason that it is so extensive is the fact that many others are involved. I was informed that it would take about 18 months in Earth time for her to go through this process.
Her and John Jr. have visited here. John Sr. also thanked me for doing the do. He was the one that asked me to help Brook in the beginning, back in 2009. Little did I know the rest of the story that unfolded.
Again, I can't express enough, my gratitude, to those who were true friends in regards to Brook. It's a beautiful thing when you can disagree and argue and still become friends despite our differences. At this point, I leave it up to you to perceive and to possibly choose the vality of our story. I have no expectations either way you do that.
Bless all of you,
Andy, aka Kayzon, Morpheus, Lionhawk
P.S.
Did you know that Brook was also a backup singer for several rock bands in Los Vegas? She blew her voice out and had to have throat surgery. That ended her singing career. Just some Brook trivia.
Whew......Tough Crowd..............Didn't mean to run everybody off........:facepalm:
Just hanging in different places Captain. Still come and see the campfire. You have been putting some great burning logs on it lately.
1st mate
And so here is a log for this fire, that gets on board Captain
https://youtube.com/watch?v=5FO5ijPecVY
1st mate
And one more to burn into the full moon night.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=9bKwRW0l-Qk
Thank you Captain for the deep sharing
damn I had to look around for my wooden leg
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Posted by Lionhawk
Thanks Everyone!:waving:
:coffee:
Had to take a few days off myself. Just a continuing process. Spring is here! :sun:
It also means, the grass is growing. It amazes me how Mother Nature's energy fields
change in the Spring and the accelerated growth that takes place. It is also a great time of the year to heal.
That being said, I bought a fishing license, dreaded and changed the lawn mower blades and belt, mowed the lawn, got the truck stuck in the mud, sprayed the front of the house with the brown stuff, got my boats registered, and so on. Life goes on.......
I guess part of the healing process, you have to let stuff go from within. You may find yourself at some point, empty. No wind in your sails. Wondering what you should do with yourself and the road ahead. Things always seem to have their own timing. Also their own requirements.
So far I have kept up on those requirements. Brook's Estate is almost complete. All the bills are now current. Let me tell you, it sucks when all you have is $3 in your pocket with a stack of bills starring at you, threatening letters of having everything shutoff, the Land Lord wondering if his butt is legally covered, when you can't even buy a loaf of bread. Those days have passed now. In the dead of Winter, no less.
So I have come up with two choices as far as the road of tomorrow goes. I was thinking of selling everything off and purchasing an RV and hitting the road. Or stay here and have a future career in lawn maintanance. The lawn thing and my age, don't seem to be getting along. Less and less with each passing year. Hate weed wacking! So an idea popped in my head to find a used ambulance and convert it to a RV. Make it so it is totally off grid.
Ambulances are well built. They even have rollbars in them. One sturdy rig. Yeah, you got decals to deal with plus all the lights, but I can change all that. The main thing is that the structure is there to make whatever changes you want. It would not be hard at all to make an ambulance into a Four Season camper. Still sounds sketchy?
So the idea was to go where I wanted to go and go fishing and camping for the rest of my days. Stop by and visit with my Native American brothers and sisters on their tribal lands. Do some photography as well. There is nothing left keeping me here at the house, except bills and taxes, plus the big yard. A cycle has been completed.
We will see where this goes. If I do this, I will make sure that some of you will get an expected visit. The timing of which will depend on where I am at, at the time.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=dO1rMeYnOmM
https://youtube.com/watch?v=WJbPm7YVsHE
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Posted by Lionhawk
Any opinions?
Maybe not a black hole at all,but an ultra-high density energy storage phenomena, called a Plasmoid?
Thanks for that opinion, Sstarss.:waving:
Matter of fact, it was your name that triggered me to post this.:thumbsup:
This happened 3 years ago and what surprised me was that NASA released it. I'm also surprised that they haven't pulled it down like they so often do.
This event raises a lot of questions. The basic scope of it is off the charts. It also defies everything we have been spoon fed from the science heads. IMO, I think this happens more than what we have been told. I also think it is only because it was an accident that NASA got photos of it. Or video. Or just maybe, it was intended for NASA to see it.
In any event, I haven't heard hardly any discussion about it. I know James Gilliland has his take on it. But that is about it. I also concur with his assessment. Plus a few other things.
One of the things I learned on Dec. 3, 2005, there are beings coming from all over to assist Gaia in her transition. On that day, her systems were restored and also enhanced. Just in a nick of time too, because she was that close to death from all the atrocities put on her by us surface dwellers.
The dark side is quite possessive. They think they own everything. Their resolve is such that if they can't have it, no one will have it. That includes this Planet. Mind you that this isn't the only Planet they have applied their resolve to.
So often, we perceive things with an arrogant lense. It's a fear response and nothing more. The fact is that we are caught in the middle. Our disconnection, makes it so. I'm talking about the disconnect to this Planet and our Solar System. So when we see these things happen, we don't have a proper understanding as to what is happening. Kind of like going to another country, where we don't understand what is being spoken. You can easily say something out of place and even insult folks, even though your intentions are well placed.
What I find most interesting is that there is such a focus on Earth at this time. On a Universal level. She's cried out for help, and many have answered that call and more are coming. Forget your Governments. They are not a solution to any of this.
Much of the problem, is that out there, there are empires. Folks have been used to build those empires. If you notice, that what we see so often manifested on our Planet is a reflection manifesting from out there. Especially when it comes to WAR! It would stand to reason that if the Universe is in chaos, so are we. Simply because we are a small part of it. But since this Planet is connected and part of the Universal circuitry, the reasoning is just common sense.
When this event occurred, I did some scanning. What my scans revealed to me was that what came through the black hole, was a starship. Huge! What dimensional frequency? I can only speculate, since I have only gone to the 13th dimensional frequency only once. That was a trip to the Sun, as posted in a much earlier post in this thread.
Anyways, a couple of interesting things came through the scans. One of which was a little history that I was allowed to attain. These beings that came through the black hole had been here before, at a much earlier time in Universal History. They also had an Empire and were spread out through the Universe. They eveolved like everything does and in time decided to move to another place and time. Don't know the reasons why, but they left everything behind. They shut done all their systems in this Universe and left. Went to another Universe. Upon coming back 3 years ago, the systems that they had left behind, came back up online, for lack of a better explaination.
This ship is parked in our Solar System. What it brings, is one hell of an insurance policy. Also protection. They have a relationship with Gaia going back eons. I could actually feel the love between them. The connection. I also think that why they have returned might be because of the political climate that is out there. A lot of instability. Benevolent councils that have started out with the greatest of intentions, to only evaporate for whatever reasons. Leaving behind them a void for the dark side to invade and occupy.
The dark side is in scramble mode right now and I do hope that we will be liberated very soon. It will be the greatest day in our lives. I have been waiting for almost 50 years for this to happen. When that day does happen, my purpose here will be done.
Can you imagine what it would take to defy a black hole? If this was an anomoly, it would be more of a common event. IMO, the intelligence required to defy a black hole, could be considered as incomprehensible.
In case you think you can go through a black hole, think again. There's a catch. It's called, Merkaba. It has a signature. That signature allows you to travel in this Universal bandwidth. It is also frequency specific to this Universe. The only way you can traverse to another Universe is if that Merkaba is frequency matched to the Universe you are intending to go. The consequences if the frequency doesn't match is catastrophic. So these beings that came through, were frequency matched or have the ability to change their frequency to make that match.
Another thing is the size of this Starship. Emence. Something that huge in our Solar System, parked, is not affecting anything in terms of all the bodies that are taking up space. At least, not yet. We've seen the giant ships around the Sun. Size of Planets.
This ship dwarfs them all.
Namaste' :sun:
So, it's offical. I purchased an ambulance and it rolled in Tuesday night. I guess you can say I got a little lucky. These things aren't cheap. Approaching a 1/4 mil when new. The back of it, the box as they say, is all aluminum and stainless steel. The outside storage doors are like over 2" thick. The box is super insulated. The cabinets inside are built like no cabinets I've ever seen. This thing is built like a tank. I won't need to wear a tin hat with this thing.
So the sales guy, took some pics for me of the inside of the rear box. There was a clock on the rear of the box. Guess what the time was on the clock? 11:11. It was also an analog style clock. So when it got here, Tuesday night, I went to check on this clock to see the exact time of it and sure enough, it said 11:11. The clock apparently died at 11:11 and 40 seconds. A sign from the Universe.
Now you maybe wondering what the hell am I going to do with this ambulance? I'm going to convert it to an RV. Off grid capable. Which means I will have to put solar on it. Plan on making it my new home. So I will have to modify it to fit those needs.
I'm going to then travel where I want to go. Plan on doing some photography, lots of fishing, being with Mother Nature, and unplugging from this rat race.
This week, I received two notices from realtors just out of thin air. One of them is coming by today. We will see what they have to say. If I stay in this house, I will just have a career in lawn maintainance.
Guess they're right when they say that you can find anything on the Web. To bad some of us older folks didn't have the Web back in the day. I remember doing term papers and lugging around Brittanica Encyclopedia books. The whole set must have weighed 50 lbs. You also hoped for the latest publishing date with those things. Let's not forget the type writers. They were heavy too. My mom had a Royal typewriter that she had used and I had to use it. This younger generation doesn't know how lucky they have it. You had to be part mechanic with those typewriters. You couldn't go online to get replacement ribbons for the thing.
When the calculators came out, I saw math teachers have a fit. Fit to be tied. The rich kids got them for Christmas. You were a marked kid if a math teacher knew that you had one.
Hauling a ton of books back and forth to school was no easy task either. I had to hike a 1/2 mile just to the bus stop and back home again. Without a back pack. I didn't know you could haul books with a back pack. I guess I wasn't to bright, hey?
But getting back to what I just found online, enjoy. I dedicate this next title to Richard Dolan. You know the guy that is an expert on UFOs and Campfires. He must have had some bad experiences around campfires in the Boy Scouts, back in his day. :ROFL:
IT'S SPRING, SO PLANT SOMETHING! :flower::flower::flower::flower::flower::flower::flower:
Have a real nice Spring evening.