I watch every sunrise I can, sunsets as well. On this day as the sunlight painted the clouds, I knew that something I have been putting off would have to be done. I don't think He could have made it any more obvious DUHHH!!! I almost didn't believe it until I enlarged the image and the sky was made up of stairs. Even the colors were spactacular. So,,,
I have told this to only a few people that I thought highly of, many of which were seriously ill, were going to die soon. They somehow found out of my NDE... In their eyes, I saw fear of the unknown, a pleading in every part of their faces, the desperation of imminent death. I understand these things well. People have come to me just before having dangerous surgeries, wanting relief from their fears. In Rome under the Alter of St. Peter's Basilica there are catacombs where The deceased Pope's are entombed. This is the most pitiful place I have ever seen, where there are people crying desperatly to Priests, Bishops, Cardinals, begging for miracles, cures for their loved ones, or themselves. distraught pleas, asking for prayers, voices quivering, arms and bodies shaking. I will never get this out of my head... I figure there are 10 times the number of NDE's than the few reported. Telling the truth about this can make you wish you hadn't. It can summon those demons hiding in men. Being I was so young when this happened, at times I had to run from it, burry it, get high. It was too much for me to handle alone, without those I met up in the stars, they never left me. Those thoughts you have are not of your own design my friend. Some are called downloads. The quicker you learn this the better off you will be. I am still learning as these past experiences are alive. They live and breath, rule over your life, which can never be the same. These people have been shown the gift they were given in fine detail, with unlimited replays. The colors do not fade over the years but remain vivid... Everyone of these people have wholeheartedly Enlisted into the service of The Elohim. Their numbers are uncountable, and they are absolutely sure of what they have to do. They understand imortality far better than most. I am a Christian, but understand that Jesus is not the only High Frequency/vibrational Deity. The Muslims, Budists, Hindu, Native American Indian are not wrong about everything Holy. We will merge into one people that can get along, without killing each other.
Christianity is based upon there being one Planet with intelligent life, the problem is there are far more inhabited planets than we can count. The Kepler Space Program, together with The Solar Warden Space Program, Other Secret/Black Space Programs, The Russians, The Chinese Space Programs, The European Space Programs, and many of our ET Allies found that for every star, there are an average of 4 planets, half of which are populated with people much like us. Do you think that Jesus has to be Crucified THAT MANY TIMES? No Bro, there are others like Jesus. I suppose at least 1 for every 2 planets. This means the number of Jesus like Charactors is uncountable. The Hebrew name for God, Diety is Elohim. Remember your Bible, WE WILL MAKE
THEM IN OUR IMAGE, The Term is singular and also plural.
King James of England along with all royalty of England that followed, in my proffesional opinion were Satanists that Rigged the KJV Bible to their monitary gain, as missleading as HELL. All the Heads of State of the European Countries are Satanists/LGBTQ. These people were inbread into their own blood. Brother married cousin, Father married grand daughter. That's why they called them BLUE BLOODS. They were no better than Phaerohs, because they were of the same BLOOD, Adolf Hitler was one of them, and he has OWNED America since the 40's. I and other reserchers believe he is STILL ALIVE, because he has been through the Celestial Med Meds, has been AGE REGRESSED. Putin is the only Leader with balls enough to say that we are still fighting Hitler. No Governor, Congressman, Senator, President can use the word Nazi under penalty of death. These people are not pure Homo Sapien but Homo Capensis. You as Christian are worshiping truth/false information dilution because The KJV is bogus. Eat this flesh in memory of me and drink my blood. It's a human sacrifice. When I was a kid of 3 maybe, able to walk and look from left to right, I saw something wonderous here in this plane. I told myself this is good. But I quickly got swept in the cracks when young, there was an absence of mentors. I had parents but I never knew where the hell they were. My mentors were my school teachers. I never brought a pencil nor paper to school, nor a book home. I paid attention during class, did math in my head, science, biology, and history I saw as true to life holograms in motion, all at their own pace. It made such perfect sence. I saw the Universe as possibly inside my head, all in perfect order. I don't remember any studing to speak of. I wondered who determined the dimentional scale, where little stops and big starts. The Universe being light years across, can be drawn on the head of a pen, I understood it was created by a designer who's name I have seen enscribed into every partical.
A young person without guidance has to learn by falling on his face, this was not a good method but sure fire. I remembered every stupid mistake. It made me physical, strong legs, arms, and my head got harder. It removed fear from me, maybe a little to much, which increased attempts, which I learned from. But I was wreckless, I could beat myself up far better than anyone else. I learned early, that ignorance was a most terrible thing, as was a depessed mind. I lived all my youth amidst depressed people. They taught me well not to be like them. The mind can change anything, it can reduce pain, increase love. It can see beauty through struggle.
But my wrecklessness did not go well with danger. Youth is an entanglement of stupidity. I was completly unaware of how fast things could go wrong during first attempts as a dumb kid who's curriculum didn't include physics.
I fell out of a boat one winter day, I had some rubber boots that laced up at the top, a hunting vest with shotgun shells, a heavy coat and a crazy black labrador retreiver. I could swim like a fish. But imediatly realized I had too much weight to surface and get a breath. I thought it was the coat and vest with shotgun shells holding me down, so I got them off. I surfaced once after getting the coat off, got a little air and choked on some water, then sank again, I needed to cough the water up but couldn't under water. I knew I had to get the boots off as they were too heavy. I pulled on the first lace and it got tied in a knot. I then pulled on the second boot string and it did the same. So I figured I had one shot to get to the surface and cough the water out that I was choking on.
I spent my last oxygen in a last ditch effort to get my head above water, and almost surfaced, but the dog climbed on me and pushed me under. I have a hatred for black Lab's ever since that day. I was spent, had no more options, and knew I was going to drown. I had this unbelievable fear consume me like I had never imagined, I became eveloped in a darkness too black to be true, and a falling as if I had fallen off the Earth into the stars. I never thought I would ever know hopelessness. I was born a positive thinker. I thought of the world I was leaving and the inscription of Gods name in everything. At that split second I was caught by some huge hand, the The blackness, the falling, and every inkling of fear were absolutely gone. I was standing in the Stars nothing under my feet but absolute beauty and a quiet peacefullness. I could see happiness from the inside, a completely new perspective. I kept saying wow, wow, wow, I don't need to breath any more, this is kik ass. I'm going to skip the midde part, as it isn't finished, it is on going. But the last part is simple. This tunnel that so many so many NDE folks talk about, didn't stay horizontal but started pointing upward, it stetched out like a rubber band. I was walking through it and could see small brilliant lights hovering together and I thought they were angels coming towards me. I began to see this tunnel enlarging, stretching out upward farther into the stars until there was nothing left of it but a red spiral that resembled a stairway, and I again could see stars all around me and it was beautiful, so peaceful. I felt as light as a feather. A voice spoke inside my head said to step across the stars, and put your foot on the red. I thought ok I can do that, but I just wanted to look at it for a while, it was so big and inspiring, like 5 seconds of magic. (I was introduced again to these bits of telepathy, I have learned since then, we will all be telepathic in the 4th to 5th dimentions.) I could do it up there, but not here. To my right another kid walked up to my side. He looked like me, and he said wow what a sight. We stood there looking at the magnificence of it. So I asked him his name, he spoke into my head, he said my name, and that I should know that. It shook me up. I paused and looked at him
while he gaized up the staircase. I said if you are me, then who am I? He said what does it matter, we had names once but it didn't matter any more. He said we are as the same. I told him to go on up that I would follow behind him, he said no what he had learned there, would be so useful in his past life, that he would go back. We were both told that we could walk up the stairs or we could go back. I said nothing but agreed. I looked
back up this awsome sight just a second then looked back to my right, and he was gone. He was right, we were as the same. Even today, I can see that we are all as the same, one no more or less, names are no longer so important to me, but the Divine spark should be the measure, we have abilities likened to the Creator God, to improve upon this preciouse chance we are freely given. I looked back down between my feet through the stars and saw a kid hanging on to an all but sunken boat. To this day I don't for sure, know his name. When I got to the bank of the bayou I wanted something in my wallet with a name on it. I found this, It was once a picture of The Virgin Mary. It was the first thing that I found. I sat their gathering myself wondering who pulled me out of that water, cause I dam sure didn't. I was feeling terrible, just barely alive. I thought I might die after all. I was so tired I couldn't think strait. I think I went to sleep on the ground. I have prayed to The Mother of Jesus since then for pulling me out of that muddy water. I have carried this wadded up picture in my wallet for 56 years.
