Mood:
mischieviousNow Playing: Random Media Player from cds
Topic: Words of Wisdom
I’ve been sitting here “writing” for a couple hours now and there just isn’t anything I care to say about the world at large. Does it seem like a “Brutal Winter” is coming within three years and months to you? It does to me, but you’d have to ask the scientists; they’ve got instruments and theories and everything, I’ve only my six senses. Yes, six senses; my soul knows everything happening around me, if I can understand my dreams and listen to the little voice in the back of my mind it would combine information from my every sense into something I can describe in human terms.
However, I sit here with a third of my hair thinned from my scalp in tiny prickly patches where, four months after at least one police officer ripped it out of my head the day after Christmas, it’s beginning to grow again; and I am not willing to risk my life for God’s Chosen an instant longer. I am a “sphinx,” which I visualize like a carrier pigeon of the archangels except that I am verifiably, entirely human in the physical realm and I can only rely on the facts and coincidences that guided my steps every day of my life.
Reality in the spiritual realm is so very different from human reality, what we can “prove” with our five senses and modern technology, our most brilliant creative thinkers all combined dead and alive and destined to exist in the future cannot agree nor definitively define any kind of “spiritual” realm.
I’ve already awakened those who were called; that’s what I do, give forewarning to specific people, usually from their own “guardian angel” whom is, in brutal truth, their very own souls. You want to sleep and believe your guardian angel is named “Michael” or “Gabriel” and you are divinely inspired to the truth by God, fine, at least you’re not seducing someone into evil and claiming the archangel “Lucifer” tricked you into it.
Are you an enlightened individual? Are you able to see other people’s “auras” or electrical fields near their bodies? Are you able to sense something is different or dangerous about others for utterly no apparent reason? Are you sensitive to some (or many) forms of light and feel you see more clearly in indirect lighting? Does the smell of ozone, such as during and after an electrical storm, sexually arouse you? Do you catch information out of the corner of your eye or the “clear blue sky” and take a calculated risk based on those “gut” feelings? Do you do your best thinking after sunset until before dawn? Do you know when people lie to you or manipulate your emotions?
Really? Yet, people reject me and my advice and my every idea and prefer thinking the worst of me as a woman and mother and human being rather than comprehend the reality with their own souls. How have I seduced you into anything that could be construed as “evil?” How much influence could I possibly have on things destined for six thousand years (and that was only when God’s promises were written in stone for humanity) to happen in this time and place? Yet, the flutter of wings of one butterfly is mathematically calculated to have an effect on weather patterns in a distant time and place some miraculous way. I believe it’s true. And I’ve never seen a butterfly afraid to fly. You may not be awakened to your metamorphosis until your physical body wears itself out proving it existed at one time; however your soul has wings and looks like an “angel” if you were to catch a glimpse of it in a mirror. Your “holy spirit” is invisible in the physical realm because light as well as anything that might reflect it are physical forces and substances. You have “free will,” imagine yourself as you please; if you refuse to open your eyes till you’re dead and buried might as well bend over and light the next Bush’s victory cigar for him yourself.
God cares nothing of your consent. He created all life everywhere; I’d be surprised if He can see us without a godly microscope that’s how “insignificant” we are in comparison. I felt like a newborn infant in the arms of the Manifestation of God (perhaps the Bab) during my experiences of Thanksgiving time; as an extremely experienced adult in my alternative perspectives, I imagine my soul looked something like a cherub in His safe embrace. God loves us beyond our comprehension; even the briefest doubt in His love for His creations and we would never know we’d existed at all. So who left all the clues behind? Was there ever a time when humanity had the education and technology to put all the information together since we branched off from primates? No, we might have built the pyramids with our bare hands and no knowledge of the wheel, but we did so as pets of the gods; they wanted us to remember them in the very fiber of our bodies and imagine them in the deepest recesses of our imaginations. Because as long as you pine and pray for your material existence and kill each other for the last remaining resources left on the planet and generally ignore your higher selves the sweeter your anguish will taste when you’re rudely awakened in hell on Earth and there’s another eight years of a Bush Puppet presidency; different Bush, same old bullshit. Choose your guardian angel wisely, there are much worse things to be afraid of in the spiritual realm than discovering your soul has already been seduced to evil before you knew it; your “free will” gets you out of a lot of trouble. Remember archangels are Gods; if you disagree with One’s practices then adore yourself before consenting to one “greater” than you. Choose your consequences; that’s the brutal reality of your “free will” in this life, sleeping or awake or numb from the pain.
Wet dreams and peace and prosperity the remainder of your days.