2008 - and im sitting in my lounge after work, head in hands, tears in my eyes and pleading with creator to not let me be led astray, to show me the way home, to allow only spiritual truths to be bestowed upon me, so that i may not inadvertently serve the dark, that i may be used in service for the truth, the light, the real God. In my lifelong search for God, for truth, for righteousness, religion had taken its toll on me and having turned my back on all that i had been connected to spiritually in my life, now i was left confused, angry, lost, bewildered. Religion had made me question everything spiritual i had experienced: The childhood visits from my Star Family, my ability to sense and see spirits, my profound psychic-ness, my abilities as a healer. Religion had demonized it all. And so i rebuked these experiences in the name of religion, and so there i was, feeling forsaken and lost and longing for my connection to God, which i could not for the life of me, feel inside me. I felt empty. So very empty and it pained me much. If i could sense spirits, see spirits, then i must be surrounded by demons. Only the true God can save me. Hence, sitting in my lounge, head in hands. A short time later, late one night, lying in bed pondering my emptiness. 3 lights appear on the ceiling and like laser beams, they hit the wall and begin to dance and slowly merge into one another. I am watching, not quite sure what to make of this until, a golden figure begins to manifest from the head down on the wall where the 3 lights had merged. I now have all my guards up. I have been told about this. Demons can show themselves as angels of light. The Bible had spoken of this. I am ready to fight! I am not afraid. I will stand up against this demon and it will lose this battle for my soul! I am absolutely convicted as i telepathically challenge this demon who is out to trick me. I will NOT be tricked. I will NOT concede to the dark one. Im ready to do battle and as a warrior for the light. I will not bow down, period! I am telling this thing that it better get the F outta here because i am not one to concede. I am telling it i serve the light only. I am telling it that i will fight it to the death and then some!... that even in death, it best beware because i will come gunning for its ass and i wont rest until i eliminate it from existence. Then, i am noticing that this being looks verrrry much like Master Jesus! It is only half formed from the head down to just below the waist, but it clearly looks like my old Master whom i had once walked with. It is standing there in a pose with its arms slightly out to its sides, palms turned frontwards. Now i am really pissed! How dare you imitate my Master of old! The words that came streaming out of my mind at this thing, i will not repeat here. Only to say that my wrath was overwhelming. This is turn seemed to cause this beings light to flicker, as if it was losing its energy source. This delighted me much and i mocked it until alas, it disappeared. In the months to come, i would go on an online crusade to find the truth. Many tears would fall as my emptiness grew inside me. I wanted to feel my connection to God and i could not! What do you want from me? Please dont forsake me! I am your servant. Where are you? Why are you allowing me to suffer? I love you. Can you not see the pain i am in? Do you not care? Many many times in the following months, these words would be cried out. All my spare time after work would be taken up with this obsession to find God. To rid myself of this barren feeling within me. As a child of 5, i had come home from Sunday School (Bible Class) and falling to my knees in tears in the driveway, praying and asking why i was not one of the chosen ones. Why only the Jews were the chosen ones. My heart was broken as i wept uncontrollably into my hands. How could God forsake me? How could my deep love for Jesus be ignored, forsaken? How could this possibly be? And yet, the Bible teacher spoke it. I was shattered beyond belief. Now here i was, feeling it all over again. My search was relentless. I went through countless religious texts online... untold religious sites with their spin on the Bible. Watched movies of Jesus, Moses, all the religious documentaries i could find. My thirst was unquenchable yet still, my heart ached as i felt the emptiness inside me. One day, i came across a video about the star families. At first, i absolutely refused to partake in this demonic knowledge. For a long time, i resisted it. When i did finally allow it to play, something inside me clicked. I couldnt deny what i felt, and that was, that some one had given me a drink of water in a parched desert. Then as if out of no where, my memories of Atlantis would return. I found myself with this need to share these memories with my partner. I spoke about what it looked like, the Temples, the people, their clothing, their ways of being, the streets, the dark ones (Annunaki) the worship of false gods and how before the final demise and fall of Atlantis, the people had come away from the truth, the light, and that this would cause a drop in consciousness and the demise of the human as we then knew them. Into the 3rd dimensional consciousness realm we would fall. It was nothing to be proud of to be called an Atlantean in the end, yet I knew that i was not here now to judge but to simply tell the story as i remembered it. If i had to retell everything i remember of Atlantis and everything that has happened since that first encounter with Master Jesus on my wall, i would be filling chapters of a book. I had indeed, begun to write the memories of Atlantis into a book titled An Atlantean Account. Perhaps soon i will consider completing it for publishing. I have come a lonnnng way since 2008. The stories i have to tell! Along the way, i remembered that there was always this tiny voice inside me that was telling me that the Bible had been tampered with. I would learn this to be truth in time. The wisdom, the knowledge, the spiritual waters i have drank from, and still, i am learning. Still, i am remembering. Still, i grow, and i grow, and i grow. I belong to no religion. My religion is Love. Every Heart is my Temple. ~ Rumi ~
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 23:55:27 +0000
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