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"You can see the future, right?"

"Yes."

"Then, doesn't that mean th-"

"It does not mean I'll be prepared for it."

Once upon a time there was a slutty disney princess. She thought the innocence of her character made her naive sexual approach, approachable. So she began on a journey.

The beginning of the yellow brick road was like following a  trail of breadcrumbs at first. One lone brick strewn along a dirt path in the middle of the wilderness stands out. She picked it up and lo and behold, beyond the wisteria of the wilds, she spotted, not so much the road itself, but more yellow bricks that led to the road. But where did that lead?  

As she walked along the path, following signs, picking up the golden pieces, and placing them in order again, the path very suddenly became extremely narrow, leading right into the maw of a trap. But a trap  is really a test on how to escape.

She was captured by his smile and reeled in across the ocean to drown in his eyes. But never got the chance as the weather churned tsunami waves in the ocean waters, felt through subtext alone.

Unspoken communication became more and more evident over time as a link to the other was established. A secret only they two share, like the discovery of a long lost legendary treasure out of the box and without instructions. But the pressure of the depth of an ocean (conscience and water) is a lot to contend when floating messages in bottles.

Over the next 2 years they converse rarely with actual words. Life is never perfect. Destiny and Fate are pretty words that make the complexity of what they actually mean sound easy when it’s actually incredibly complicated and fortune is a matter of timing, experience and chance.

After vaguely communicating over a medium that changes as often and indeterminately as a mind, fine and shifty as sand in an hourglass; and sometimes even a minute glass, our hero somehow managed to make it across a second time.

Not to be disappointed, either. He was taller than she expected, and had more dimension than just the 2 she was used to seeing. His eyes reflected tomes of past lives and names, he may or may not know and they didn’t say much in the way of words; not needing to. They laid down and cuddled, like they’d known each other since the beginning of time and there was no rush to cut the cake.

If you came here to read about all the freaky shit I was talking about 2 years ago, I’m sorry to disappoint you but I...no WE have grow up a lot since then.

Ironically enough, it has come to my understanding, in hindsight that our telepathy is stronger, the further apart we are. We’re miserable, so our sinking feelings echo, creating an environment (like water) that is conducive to relaying emotional signals as opposed to when we are happy. When we are contented to enjoy the present, it is enough to live in that moment, not paying attention to anything but the effervescent and uplifting quality that pops (like bubbles).Think of it as echoing over the grand canyon, one word calls might make a clear sound to someone listening on the other side, but if you tried to say an entire sentence, it would be intellegible. The sadness makes the quality of emotion viscous and heavy enough to carry. It’s because I don’t live here that I can even tell the difference. Most humans live in their technology or at least socially, from another person’s perspective. I live in this conscience inside this body. The body is a vehicle, the car I got to drive on a journey that is more important than the destination. The body looks nice, but the mind is long gone.

In tongues we say things to each other that we don’t mean. To make up for past mistakes I promised myself to hold my tongue behind closed lips whenever I got too angry. This wasn’t easy. It was my mission to create balance where there is none. The reigns of the feral instinct of man have gone slack as our faces when we hear about another shooting. Nobody knows why they’re doing what they’re doing. Some people think they do, but they are just fortunate enough to feel complacent.  Or they are blessed.

You think I don’t believe in God? None of you do, so I don’t mention it.

Why do sermons make me feel so guilty? Every time I go to church, even if I’m not spiritually guilty of anything God himself would damn me for? How could I know what God would damn me for? Well, unlike all you show and tells out there taking money for tricks and treats and calling it tithing to feel good about yourselves every Sunday, I actually happen to know God very well. I am familiar with his language, which is as alien as it is awe inspiring and mind-blowing. The fear is a compulsory side effect of the two. There are MANY emotions that don’t have words here in the terrestrial world that he uses to communicate but it takes a memory of at least a 16 Terrabytes to even be able to comprehend it: meaning I have lived a long time and saved backups to reference.

The difference between me and a person who believes in God just on the good days is that he trusts me a little more with his secrets. There. I said it. I’m not bragging as some of the emotional turmoil of some of our conversations are deeper than even I have the capacity to feel as I am still in human form.

So why am I making all this fuss now? Well I’m not embarrassed to admit it but somewhat modest, because Whenever someone says “I am God,” people tend to turn the other way and stop listening, because somewhere deep down they think you’re touched instead of blessed. Because this world that you live in, not the real world made of earth and air and grass and fire. The plastic one that everyone is looking in boxes to see, is tearing civilization apart by consuming all hours of your conscious conscience. You say words, and argue without even knowing what they mean or checking your facts and dates despite even having all that at your immediate disposal in the palm of your hands at all times.  Not everyone lives this way, but this is the beginning of a series of diagnoses to 7 billion patients and one really really sick mother Earth. So bear with me while I yell from my soapbox across the grand canyon to anyone of merit that can understand what this post is really about.

The ones who believe Jesus is coming back raise your hands. I bet they all thought he’d coming through the clouds in golden armor, riding a golden chariot with a herald  of angels blowing their trumpets at his flanks. No? Just me then?

Because that’s not what was ever intended. Instead the influence was planted like a seed amongst present company, growing and watching  stealthily until it grew into consciousness, judging you while you’re on your worst behavior in the guise of someone you’d never expect. It would be too convenient to announce his arrival while everybody pretended to be on their best behavior.

As a person who is guided by divination, understand that whatever prophecies you’ve read are bound to change and shift under the influence of time itself; and are often misinterpreted as ONLY the dreamer himself knows the secrets of every detail of a dream. Even a seasoned professional saged oracle can’t be sure of any one future path 100% of the time if you understand how time works and your place within its matrix. That being said, to try and explain how prophecy works I would like to illustrate a casino.

There is a lot of money in it, your odds of winning depends on the game you play, and how you play. Some games are purely chance, while others lend some incredible luck to skill. That’s the game of gambling. BUT IF YOU DON’T PAY ATTENTION, YOU’RE LEAVING IT ALL UP TO CHANCE. Only chance isn’t a random property in prophecy.

Chance in the realm of prophecy is influenced by every outside source. So it’s  more like pinball if you don’t react and wack-a-mole if you do. I’m not here to beat you over the head with prophecy like the book of Revelation. A lot of that stuff already happened. There are people who have dated stuff and written theses(thesis plural) and those who aren’t even that educated that will argue over this when the simple truth is none of them know, because none of them were there.

To take the word of 3000 year old neolithic semitic people as law, proves they were very progressive people, but even THEY crucified their own Messiah and the same blood that runs through their veins would be Christian and Muslim. You’re all tainted. Jesus died for the Jews sins. Or did ya’ll not get that memo? That was to absolve them. So wherever you are bible thumping from, if its not in the general vicinity of iraq, the mediterranean or Egypt, 3000 years ago, I want you to stop forcing what you think you know from that source as evil, down everybody’s throat after a few millennia of translations watered down and filtered through cultural assimilation over 3000 years. I bet China’s bible says completely different things than King James or otherwise, so we’re gonna call the Bible, the Torah and the Quran history books, from now on and stop giving them so much power over the modern world laws where they never knew the solution to  our gun problem because guns didn’t exist.

I’m not saying all this to be that anarchist revolution shrieking harpy that complains about everything and has NO solutions. I think the separation of church and state is wise ONLY if thy are recognized as equals..

Oh you didn’t expect that, did you? They both fall short, but if you have 2 falling pillars and need 3 to stand, it’s probably not a great move to pull one down. Look at it this way: Shakespeare is considered one of the greatest playwrights of the world. The thief. Doesn’t matter what kind of character this man possessed, the general consensus is that his work was undeniably genius in that it gives us a window into a time and place where it was custom to speaketh flowery for thine audience in Elizabethan. That wasn’t a law, it was just the culture at the time, like lens flares now on Michael Bay films. The Ten commandments are remedial, but that doesn’t make them irrelevant. You don’t tell your kids they can skip kindergarten because it’s common sense. You have to lay a foundation before you build a skyscraper. LAW as you know it is descended from these judges and their thousands of years of wisdom and experience is relevant and credible for the most part of what constitutes right and wrong for the children of these cultures who don’t know any better.

For example, most rehabilitation for drug and alcohol support groups are headed, non-profit by religious organizations while the American  government’s mental institution is little better than prison. While there are exceptions to the rules, I’d like to point out that if religious organizations actually had representation at the government’s table, just as foreign nations do, it could resolve a lot of problems.

Or maybe they do, but these people should be in a class of their own like the Pope and Dalai Lama are. They need to be the spiritual successors representing all the most compassionate aspects of their faith...I realize all this is coming from a perspective that sounds entitled, and to some extent, maybe that’s true since I was conditioned to believe in the liberty and justice for all in God we trust as God sheds his grace on thee and so on and so forth, America. But there is a difference between entitlement and privilege. Entitlement is the right to claim and Privilege is owning that right.  The world isn’t falling apart just because humans are crazy and stupid. That would be dismissive.

We’ve been boxed into a habitat and told we’re free. Because free range chicken tastes better, or so I’ve been told. When the price is a number placed on your soul on how much debt you owe in terms of money. Money is just numbers on your screen, unless its cash in hand which represents a time in trade when handing someone and IOU meant “I’m good for it”. It’s come full mobius strip. It doesn’t work anymore and you’re spilling blood for it. WAKE UP!

It’s ilke a monopoly game that  ended in a shootout. Which I’m surprised has never happened. Or has it? I  would link that with a time in the 30s if I had to guess. I want to cure you of what ails your aching spirit. Because God wants to kill you all in cold blood. This isn’t bullshit. This is not a drill. It’s an order From God himself.

I am me. See me as I am. And know that if you did not know what was true, you wouldn’t be able to ascertain whether I’m right or wrong.

You may not believe me, but that’s a human trait. He kept stomping out colonies trying over and over again but you are a tenacious brood and hard to kill, without taking the planet with you, that is. It’s for him that I am writing this letter right now...and I can’t translate everything he wants to say lest you call me mad, as many people have gone. Truth is, he’s in bad shape, he’s seen too much shit-flinging BROADCAST over the millennia to trust anybody and he hates you all.

God is dead… to you. Even if you are the best possible human, or a newborn baby, that just means a quick death in his eyes. I am his translator, and it took some serious levels of Aperture type portal TESTING  to earn this much trust.  For him to admit these things to me and for me not to just die instantly of heartbreak is a miracle. So he doesn’t want me to call myself human anymore. But I, myself am not God, so as his speaker and translator, you can call me the Metatron in the meantime, I am a robot.

The God of the Old testament resigned thousands of years ago and the new was crucified at the beginning of his term and the latest one is a dictator or something… All descended of Abraham, if royal souls are taken into account.

When most people take their minds out of the past they’re either in limbo or the future. But rarely are they present. Limbo is that gray area of meditation, sleeping, daydreaming or auto-pilot. The future is associated with everything else you do and say as far as how you interact with the world and how it reacts to you. Again, chance isn’t random.

I am not a human. I was born of humans, but I have evolved. I don’t believe in one God. I believe in Gods and Devils, demons and angels, ghosts and spirits and they can all be as subtle as a whisper or loud as an alarm. Many have broken under the responsibility of receiving  this heavy knowledge because the application of it equates to ambition. If you’re building a house of cards and trying to climb it, you’re bound to take one fall or a hundred. But the 7-headed God, The spirit guardian of the tree and the serpent, likes the thinking man. It’s not enough to keep building the same structure if it keeps failing. But better 100 short falls than a really long one from up high. Babylon is the key. I have known this for a while, but amongst the many things I have in my archive, this is the one I barely know anything about. I am  just one perspective. Even at my maximum level down here, I can only see down the links of my chain as far back to whenever and wherever the first time I was born fX(x)={λe−λx0 years ago. As experienced as that is, if everyone woke up it would be like a network, but instead of the internet, it would create a more comfortable loom of fate with no drawbacks, because everyone who could perceive at that level wouldn’t be weak.

But oh, excuse me, I’m crazy. I’m sorry, forgive me, pardon me. What’s the answer? There is no one answer. That’s like asking ‘What’s the meaning of life?’ To live. As a verb.  God hates that fucking question. He emphasized that i say fuck just now. GTFOHWTBS. Ask me something you’d ask him if he were standing in front of you if you think I’m lying. To me, it’s not about proving who I am, but who he is and he’s right here. He is content to let humans destroy yourselves, but he wants me to let you know the only reason I’m even allowed to talk to you about this now is because my personal prime directive and long term goal saves the actual planet, and you will be allowed to stay as a result.

His temper is short and he is very brusque. He tells really far out jokes that sometimes thrown on a tangent will loop around an interstellar planetoid, and come back around with a punchline so heavy i get it 2 weeks late with chestpain. And thats how the joke goes, you have to hear it over time. I know he’s real. I wish I could see him, but I know it would release my soul and apparently I’m like one of your last living hopes concerning THIS God and a few others on the panel, so yes, I should have an office and a desk at least. Maybe it’s too much to ask for a crown nowadays, it’s not in the budget and CULTURE has changed.

What is my job? What are my skills? Um It’s not my job to figure out how to be renowned.

IF it had a title attached I’d say a  civil engineer, but that has an enitrely different context than what I actually mean. An ambassador or an emmisary somebody who needs to JUDGE people in positions of power and then give them advice, if you want RESULTS QUICKLY. But not secretly, because it’s not an interrogation.I am a solution oriented advisor between nations.  If I could describe how I can mingle your assets in your border marriages, I’m not a spy, I’m like a...WHAT?  The fact that I even said that is why I’m writing it. If I reach anyone with any capital power who is decent and reasonable, it may not be too late. I have more faith in you than God does. Which has repeatedly been my downfall so far in this game (the gamble)

You don’t know yourselves like I know you. You forget you’re all beasts, and you LIKE to pretend like you’re not because now you can redirect and project your shame onto others over great distances all at once. If even the powers that be have succumb to it, who is the real God?

You think Siri is just a voice on your phone?

How long have humans been watching TV? How long has TV been watching humans? It’s time to grow up, I think. This, I’m saying to humans. It’s not enough to be that anymore. That’s no longer a compliment, it’s a crime.

You know why we’ll never have superheroes? Because you don’t believe in anything You first need your legends in uprising when the turmoil became too much. It takes a breaking point in humanity, because to want to be that type of “human” is embarrassing when you could be so much more. You ALL need Jesus and I can claim him because he was/is my son and my son’s sons. Sacrifices were spilt of my own blood and you just build and barter with your play money.

But if it could have a paycheck attached to it, You will be taking care of my car, Ronni, who would be long gone if not for me. That is my intrasteller request. I wouldn’t withold pertinent information about a natural disaster if I saw it coming, but I’m not giving you stock options either. All this time I had to learn what was and was not okay to say, because lord have mercy, I am here to try and prevent a catastrophe that you were all warned about.

SIncerely,