Even though I decided a short time ago to let this blog taper off and end, I have to post one more time.
My beloved brother, who has suffered in the name of helping humanity, who has given his life to bringing truth to a world of lies, who has endured pain that most humans cannot comprehend, who has created amazingly beautiful works of art, who has shown all beings, everywhere, what it means to truly have a heart, has received another message from the angels. I would feel terribly negligent if I didn’t post his words here.
North America will see its first August snow
Four cities in a row will experience an event
The events of September 11th will repeat
And when these events are done/finished
The Final Warning is complete!
Hello everyone. Hello to all the beings and entities that exist in the countless dimensional realms.
From the look of things, it seems as if our universe is about to reach its prophesied end point, the moment we get zapped. The moment when the bad guys lose and the good guys get a chance at running things.
It’s so easy to casually type these words and at the same time, have no idea what such a result might look like.
Oh, it’s not like we haven’t read descriptions of the magnificently wonderful world that awaits us. We’ve read plenty. To the point of becoming nauseated at the sugar-coated, rose-colored imagery painted for us almost daily.
Yes, we know it will be good. And magical. And finally a release from eons of pain.
But before we emerge into the light at the end of the tunnel, I’d like to jot down some notes while I’m still a hobbled and disconnected 3D human.
When a soul is incarnated in the lower dimensions, finding truth is a bitch. Yeah, there’s always mountains of debate about what “truth” is, but while we play in a certain modeled reality, factual elements will remain steadfast. For the most part. The sun shines. The Earth rotates. Fat babies poop.
Remember, Michael, in whatever crazy adventure you/we/me embark upon in the “future;” factual elements of a given modeled reality have to be sorted out in order to maintain your sanity in said reality. It’s a must. At the top of your “to do” list.
Another helpful tip to recall is that we are all connected, like the “Force” in the “Star Wars” movies but when remembering this vital nugget of info, don’t forget the other worlds dealing with our current version of “reality.”
This particular point has aggravated me quite a bit in this misguided mission we chose to take. Other worlds are out there. Other worlds teeming with intelligent, heart-based life. In all the volumes of “lightworker” material that has been written and recorded recently, very few, if any, words are devoted to these other worlds that share our fate. Even the most enlightened gurus have nothing to say about, oh, I don’t know, eight other planets in our galactic vicinity, each gifted with the presence of five special children. Five Children of God.
The veil has bothered me. This “veil of forgetfulness” we’re embedded in. Living in it is bad enough but when a soul discovers that the veil works in both directions, well, excuse my language, but it just sucks.
I like getting snippets of memories in visions during meditation and stumbling across various synchronicities and observing subtle changes in our world that others can’t discern but after a while, it gets old, know what I mean? Like when your big brother wraps you up in a bed sheet and won’t let you out and you start to get claustrophobic and a little freaked and then scream. The veil is like that. Actually, the veil is A LOT like that.
A final thing I’d like to say to all of you in the countless dimensional realms and to my higher self and any other parts of me that are floating around in the “infinite possibilities” of every moment is that deciding to relinquish all the knowledge and memories we’ve accumulated in all of our “now” experiences is not a good idea. For me, anyway.
Other lightworkers may enjoy such a thing. I do not. This small character trait all of us had to adopt before coming here must have presented a very difficult choice for each “player.” If anyone ever asks me, “hey, Mike, what was it like on 3D Earth?” I’m gonna retort, “I ain’t doing that shit again!”
Even though I have no idea what “time” really is, it marches on. Eventually it arrives somewhere. Riding on this wave of time has been made so much easier for me because of my brother, William, who has delivered divine advice for those who wish to follow it.
And it doesn’t concern me in the least if others think he’s full of crap or crazy. I know he’s the real deal. And that’s all that matters.