Remembering the Reign

 

Some say time is a spiral, and round and round we go toward the end of our existence on this plane, grazing the pains and traumas of our earlier years, and trying to stay focused on a future we can’t see. In the trauma recovery world they say to be gentle with ourselves when the anniversary of a great trauma grows close, and understand that our body and central nervous system holds on to all that has happened to us. I do think our bodies remember the hurt, and as the days of past traumas grow close we feel it, whether we recognize it for what it is or not. For me the reminders tend to come in physical aches and pains, a sense of impending doom as my body prepares itself for the chaotic shock of violence or loss that seem to come abundantly in dysfunctional families, and a sadness that life can be so challenging and unfair down here.

 

This time of year the calendar inside my body recalls losing my sister when I was on the cusp of my 9^th birthday, the loss of her radically changing my life overnight. My body also recalls the loss of my son on the cusp of my 37^th birthday; a loss so vast there is no returning to who I was before he died. Coincidently my son passed at 18 years old just like my sister, in the same season, and just miles apart in vehicular accidents, my sister a passenger, my son a pedestrian. My birthday is coming around once again, and I usually find the day rather depressing, my body holding onto those other birthdays when the shock of loss was fresh and sharp. I tend to sink into the depths with the reminders of so many things at this time of the year. I don’t plan to dip below the surface, it just happens, and I’ve learned to accept it and attempt to make room for it and give myself a little forgiveness for not being as strong as I was always expected to be.

 

It’s said that our cells also hold memories and there have been several studies over the years, from insects and animals to humans who survived terrible situations, and it’s been found that later generations seem to remember traumas on a cellular level. We know that abuse is usually handed down from one generation to the next, consciously or unconsciously, but studies have shown trauma can leave a mark on our DNA. Scientifically this has been explained through DNA methylation, histone modifications, and protein shape templating, which are just fancy words to explain the mechanisms that allow cells to respond more strongly to repeated stimuli (like how immune cells respond faster to a second infection) and maintain specialization over many divisions and pass them along. This is not the same as our brain remembering personal experiences, but is deeper and etched onto our cells. We are sensitive and delicate creatures in many ways, created by a loving God to be creators ourselves, created to seek beauty and truth and express it in a myriad of ways to honor His glory and goodness. The world wasn’t meant to be as brutal and harsh as it has become, and we carry the invisible scars internally of all that has occurred in our family lines.

 

In studies done on the descendants of the survivors of the holocaust and the Japanese internment it has been found later generations were more likely to show signs of PTSD than the control group whose families didn’t experience those things. The descendants, having never stepped foot into a prison camp, were more prone to depression, anxiety, and mood disorders. I read those studies years ago, but it stayed with me for the ramifications of all it meant. Some of us work diligently not to pass on our trauma to our children, to raise them with kindness and fairness, and attempt to give them the healthy home life we never experienced ourselves, but these studies show it may not be enough. Cruelty experienced in one generation may be felt by the following generations, events occurring before a child was even conceived could be passed along by some intergenerational pathway that we don’t quite understand.

 

We may not understand it, but that doesn’t mean the decision makers of this world don’t understand it. I look at the long list of wars our nation has been involved with, sending our young men to and fro, and exposing them to the most hideous brutalities. Then they are sent home to raise families as though the experiences will just run off like water off a duck. I think of the assassination of JFK, the Challenger explosion, 911, and Lindsey Clancy. I think of all the violence and national tragedies played over and over on our screens to ensure everyone is exposed to it. I think of the pecking order of our school system where the strong, the pretty, and the cruel seem to rise to the top, while the weaker ones, often smarter and more creative, become the object of bullying and abuse. Who decided the best way to educate children was to trap them in a room with their same aged peers where the strongest and loudest end up setting the standard for the rest? I think of how just scrolling through social media exposes us to a myriad of upsetting and dark images and how desensitized we’re all becoming. I think of how my phone suddenly shifted to autoplay the day Charlie Kirk was killed and how, without intending to, I saw his murder. Was it just a glitch that my phone suddenly played that video without my consent? Or is there a deeper agenda working under the surface to keep us in a traumatized state?

 

Our body and our cells remember the past, and the world’s agenda works hard to ensure that those ingrained memories are traumatic for us, but what if we remember other things as well? Not just the hurt, pain, and shock, but can our cells also remember the goodness, righteousness, light, and hope? I sense deeply that we must, we must also retain those things on a cellular level. Why else would the world work so diligently to make those cellular etchings harsh and traumatic? I believe the Millennial Reign of Jesus Christ is in our past and we are living in the apocalyptic remains of a much better world, and I believe our cells, our genetic memory, recall the time. Our distant ancestors lived through one of the most glorious times on earth, a time with no worry or stress, a time where cruelty was not allowed to fester and grow, a time of great beauty and creation, and a time where love flowed freely. Our ancestors lived in an era when the light and spirit of God graced each person, and I believe deep inside we all remember it.

 

We remember it with the strange homesickness we feel at times. We remember it when we’re stopped in our tracks by the sight of something beautiful and pure. We remember it when a piece of music sends a chill along our spine. We remember it in the childlike excitement we still feel at times, sometimes for no visible or logical reason. We remember it when we’re kind to someone, when a baby giggles and draws a laugh from us, when a butterfly flutters by, or when a sunset or sunrise sparks a sense of wonder within us. We remember it down to our literal cells.

 

The world remembers it too, which is yet another reason it operates as it does. Satan, our adversary, doesn’t want us to recall the beauty and light of God. He wants our attention focused on his darkness, his lack, and his ugliness, and he wants us to call his world beautiful when it is anything but. He’s growing frustrated by those who still hang on to the light, irritated that we just won’t give in, and he hates that we still seek the goodness, righteousness, and beauty we only recognize due to memories etched into our cells. He despises the creation that we are, the way we still long for God, and how he can’t simply break us all and have us accept his definitions of what is acceptable and good. I suspect he’s about to go on a rampage soon and throw some tantrums as he knows his time is quite short, and he knows the ending.

 

As for us, we just need to remember, and keep seeking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hagiographies and the Little Season

 

I believe that we are living in the little season of Satan mentioned in Revelation 20, where nothing makes sense, and everything is backward. The thing about Satan is that he can’t create, he can only imitate, and he constructed our present reality by inverting the truth. We all feel it at times when the rules make no sense, we see it when we take the time to look into our known and accepted history, and it becomes blatant when we research health protocols, which don’t make us healthier and only lead to further suffering. I believe Jesus returned around 70AD, we missed the one thousand years of peace, and the most important spiritual and historical fact of this world has been covered up. The truth, peace, and beauty that once existed wrung out of the world as one wrings out a wet towel, leaving us the colorless, cold, nonsensical, and brutal mess we now accept as just the way it is.

 

I’ve always known the world is more mysterious and supernatural than our history allows with its dark pictures of chaos, death, wars, and disease, but I’d never imagined I’d find myself reading through hagiographies of medieval saints. The word hagiography simply means the writings of saints or venerated people, but it gets a bad rap in this world, declared to be too fanciful to be true. My curiosity was sparked and I gave them a chance and I’m grateful that I did. I stumbled into this as I usually do, kind of blind and dumb, but I found myself intrigued. So let me share a different view of the past from the words of those who lived centuries ago, their writings previously hidden away and restricted in the Vatican and other private libraries.

 

The world states that Revelation is in our future and that Jesus still hasn’t returned like He said He would, and they call the first millennium or so the Dark Ages where not much happened except a lot of death, disease, and of course, plenty of suffering. We also know that Christendom spread across the world rather suddenly, but it was a dark and desperate time, hence the name of The Dark Ages, and after much suffering the Age of Reason began with The Enlightenment Period around the 16^th or 17^th century. And we know this is true because it’s written in our history books, and we accept the world’s facts because it’s not as though we were there to witness it ourselves. We know a lot of other things about the past and our own world because certain ideas are instilled in us since birth, and we accept them without much thought. According to the world’s religious leaders we’re still waiting on Jesus to return. According to the technology gurus we are far more advanced than any civilization before us. And according to our medical experts we are very fragile creatures who won’t survive without strange potions injected into our bodies. But what if none of that is true?

 

These hagiographies, a collection of writings and letters from saints, monks, cartographers, and mariners, paint a very different picture and if they’re not true, they are truly intriguing and thought provoking. The world says the year 536 was the worst year in history; apparently the sun went dark for a long time, just like it was prophesized in the Book of Revelation. Science and history have a lot of explanations for this time period, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, plagues, and famines, and none of them contradict John’s vision, but in fact support it. According to Little Season Eschatology this is when Jesus came down with armies in the clouds, the saints were resurrected to rule at His side, and Satan was thrown in the pit, which also fits with John’s vision. Both Jewish and Roman first century historians wrote of seeing soldiers and chariots in the skies when the temple fell as Jesus said it would, but then history gets rather hazy. Wait a minute, we may say, there are hundreds of years between the first century historians seeing armies in the clouds and the year 536. Yes, but let us not forget that our calendar system is also a deception, centuries are unaccounted for, and set aside our desire to align things in the stream of man’s changed time.

 

I will leave a link below to the hagiographies in PDF form, as well as links to other articles I’ve written on the little season. For now I’m working from memory and the notes I scribbled in a spiral notebook over the months since stumbling into these documents. According to excerpts from these restricted sources after the “Great Dimming of the Sun” in 536 things were quite different than the world now states. Jesus returned bringing great destruction as the wicked were judged. The continents split, lands burned, mountains moved, stone melted, and Satan was locked in the pit, his influence gone from mankind, and a thousand years of peace began. The remnants of humanity who survived the worldwide judgment began to thrive in a way we have perhaps never thrived before. Just imagine for a moment how it might be to live with no struggle to provide or fear of not having enough or no monthly bills weighing on us. Imagine a world with no sickness, murder, theft, or deliberate harm, no envy or backstabbing or gossip or worry, just people happily going about their lives with no looming threats over them, free to pursue their God-given gifts and talents. 

 

The people of the time were aware that God was real, and they worshiped Him in all ways, and began to create in His name. We are made in the image of the creator, and therefore we create. Just as God put His spirit in Bezalel to build the Ark of the Covenant, we were also filled with God’s spirit and celebrated Him in art, music, sculptures, dance, and with cathedrals and vast marble and granite cities that we still can’t recreate today. We were allowed to explore and study the creation around us without the need for licenses and approval, and make discoveries and invent without threatening the hierarchy. Ancient technology was restored to supply the earth with free and clean energy using a myriad of available resources including the very air around us as well as sound, frequency, and magnetism that we no longer know how to use, and are prevented from using because it can’t be metered and charged a monthly fee.

 

During this time the resurrected saints, those who died in the name of Christ, governed from a city in the North “where the auroras touch the earth”. A city of crystal that reflected the auroras and absorbed light as energy, a city called New Jerusalem. According to letters found in cartographer Mercator’s belongings after his death “the saints maintained a city built with materials unknown to fallen man, where they preserved knowledge from before the flood. The city cannot be reached by conventional travel for the surrounding waters and magnetic field confound ordinary navigation. The priests have warned at the end of the millennium of the peace the city will rise entirely from earth, and those left behind will face the unleashed fury of the Adversary.”

 

A couple years after the Great Dimming the sun regained its warmth, strength, and brightness, and many monasteries reported that some of their most pious monks began to change. Their bodies began emitting light, like what happened to Moses when he came down from the mountain, and to Jesus at His transfiguration. It didn’t happen to the monks only, but all across the world different faithful people suddenly began emitting light from their bodies as Paul described in 1 Corinthians. These changed people no longer needed to eat or drink or sleep, they began performing miracles and healing people, and through their dreams they soon began to be called to the North. There was a pilgrimage of these newly empowered saints, and it was said they left “trails of visible light” behind them as they walked to the North, pulled by an undeniable force. Jesus had returned and they had been called to the Holy City to reign with Him.

 

The people of the time fully embraced God, and the world was filled with peace, love, and beauty, and the wars and struggles humanity had always known ended. The technology of heaven was released to the people, managed and maintained by the saints, and incredible cathedrals were erected under their guidance. According to the excerpts the saints would simply appear at the construction sites with the plans, and overnight great progress would be made to the buildings. Looking at the remaining cathedrals scattered across the earth in modern times it seems reasonable to think that they weren’t constructed with hammers and chisels, and with horsepower and wooden wagons moving massive blocks of stone into place.

 

The saints would also simply appear when people were in disagreement over some issue, and would quickly resolve the situation in a manner that was fair to each side. It was said the saints traveled by wind chariots or airships, as well as having some means of teleportation. The airships were made of a burnished silver material, and reading their descriptions my mind went to the well-known saucer shaped UFOs that have been seen throughout time, and seen so often that they appear in old paintings.

 

Humanity thrived and multiplied for those thousand years, but as the years began counting down preparations for Satan’s release began. The saints were seen less and less, and the technology was withdrawn so as to not fall in the devil’s hands. The people began having dreams, calling them to the North to escape the suffering that would surely occur when Satan was set free to deceive the nations for the final time, and a pilgrimage network was established. At first the network was just for priests, scholars, craftsmen, and families with the bloodline traceable back to Abraham, but later the average citizens began their own pilgrimages toward the North. As the time for Satan’s release grew closer, vast numbers of people left their homes, and left abandoned cities in their wake.

 

The most interesting aspect for me was that many entries from different sources stated the earth changed to make a way through the turbulent oceans to accommodate the pilgrims. The sea levels dropped and ancient roads lifted from the bottom of the ocean to give access to the passing masses. They left on fixed dates according to celestial configurations and aurora displays, and followed waypoints that were marked by distinctive stone monuments bearing symbols of the cross combined with older signs the monks called “markers of the first world” that were revealed by the changing oceans.

 

Very few people returned from the pilgrimages, but those who did reported “a city of crystal and living stone at the world’s axis” where “beings of a transformed nature maintain governance over terrestrial affairs during the age of trial”. The city produced its own light and heat, and was a place that would “maintain records of all events since creation and prepare for the world’s final age”. The routes included underwater passages that became “walkable during the appointed times when the waters briefly separate” allowing the pilgrims to pass through.

 

From the private papers of Johannes Trithemius, a 15^th century Benedictine abbot: “The city where the glorified saints dwell during those years moves between the physical and celestial realms according to celestial cycles. When fully manifested on earth it stands at the North axis surrounded by mountains of crystal that captures the aurora light. Those permitted entry describe structures built without joints or seams, with halls that adjust dimensions to need, and gardens yielding fruit representing all knowledge from Adam to the present age. Most importantly the city contains the archive records of all events of the millennium and calculations for recognizing the signs of the Enemy’s release.”

 

Those who did return only did so to maintain the pilgrimage network and assist the next group who were called make the trip. Those who tried to stop the processions were unable, citing supernatural interventions where guards would become physically immobilized, and walls and barriers would become permeable allowing the pilgrims to simply pass through the obstacles. The authorities also reported the people were determined to leave and were “possessed of absolute certainty” of the importance of their journey. In the homes of the departed pilgrims from Europe, Asia, Africa, and the Americas were found identical maps depicting a different geography than what was known, where land bridges connected Africa and South American, and Europe and North America. The maps had annotations explaining that the connections would briefly reappear “at the millennium’s end” to facilitate the pilgrims’ journey to the Northern Sanctuary.

 

There were also reports of seafarers spying a crystal city that was impossible to reach through the turbulent water surrounding it, but many ships set sail in an attempt to find it, and legends still abound of its existence. The only people who were allowed access to it were those who were called through their faith in God, their dreams giving them the instructions, and strange auroras marking the time to begin the pilgrimages. Throughout the latter age of the Millennial Reign of Christ the pilgrims set out every seven years, the processions growing larger and larger as the time approached.

 

The Apocalypse of Psuedo Methodius, a prophecy from the 7^th century, states: “a series of three earthquakes that shift the continents allowing the faithful remnant from distant lands to journey to the sanctuary. The sea levels shall briefly fall, revealing ancient roads across what were once the ocean beds. The period of (final) passage will last forty days, after which the waters return and mountains are cast into the sea, cutting off access to the beloved city just as the armies of the Adversary approach its crystal walls.”

 

The documents state that things changed during the 16^th century with the release of Satan, and Cardinal Contarini noted the sudden fracture of Christendom, “It seems as though some restraining influence that long preserved the possibility of unity has suddenly been removed, allowing ancient animosities to flourish unimpeded.” Extraordinary aurora displays were seen, islands disappeared, and known ocean passages became inaccessible. The technology used to maintain environmental stability was withdrawn causing magnetic anomalies and weather disruptions, and religion fractured. There began a global wave of “exploratory impulse” as people began searching for something unnamable that had suddenly been removed.

 

Then came the “Great Forgetting” and “a strange amnesia befell first the coastal regions and spread inland like a morning mist”. People woke unable to recall fundamental truths they’d known with certainty the previous day, like the locations of neighboring towns, names of common plants, or how long certain landmarks had stood. Families failed to recognize their own relatives, and recalled shared history differently causing divisions. The forgetting was said to be the “first weapon” in Satan’s “arsenal of deception”.

 

After the Great Forgetting, the false memories began with all residents of a village recalling a golden temple that once stood in their harbor. There had never been a golden temple, but when questioned separately all the people gave identical descriptions of the temple, and the specific rituals performed there. And mirroring our own modern experience with the Mandela Effect, it was said that documents supernaturally changed overnight, confounding the monks who had once known them well. When confronted with evidence disproving the new memories, the people’s responses were all the same. First came the uncomfortable cognitive dissonance, then temporary clarity with the returning true memory, but then they regressed to the false memory again with conviction and emotional attachment.

 

Then the illusions began and people saw strange and impossible things, lakes reflecting phantom cities, castles and cathedrals floating in the air, and shadows moving independently and speaking. Roaring came from clear skies, but then the skies were filled with floating boulders, whales, and entire forests. Some heard voices coming from empty fields, others encountered animals who could speak and who mocked them in a human tongue, and others witnessed trees walking like men. The sky changed with new constellations never known before, and the stars that once seemed close and clear appeared much further away and hazy, and a subtle and soothing hum in the atmosphere was suddenly silenced. Time was also affected by the illusions, but the strangeness only lasted several months after Satan’s release, although the sky never returned to its former glory, and the soothing hum was never heard again.

 

And then as Satan regained his power he had a low population and a lot of empty cities. He re-purposed the old massive structures and put the remaining children into orphanages and began teaching the new history. He separated the adults into insane asylums so they couldn’t share their memories of a better world, and some of the reasons for commitment at the time were nostalgia and a belief that saints walked the earth. He declared that we are sickly creatures, full of disease, and the only path to health was by injecting strange chemicals and blood products at birth, products that would injure our brains and keep us weak and spiritually blind. He worked diligently to remove all evidence of Jesus’ reign, demolishing most of the buildings as the wars began all across the earth. The documents state Satan would only be free for a brief time, but as we know time is very strange down here, and God’s idea of a short time is far different than our own ideas.

 

Given the power to control the thinking of the masses the first thing one would undertake is erasing all that existed before, the architecture, the maps, the books, the scrolls, and the journals of those who once lived, explored, and shared their findings. Looking back through our unstable history we see that was done, mass book burnings were commonplace, and then, strangely, every city in the world experienced great fires decimating records and block after city block of stone and brick buildings. Simply typing “The Great Fire of …” into a search engine will open up your mind to the systematic burning of the past. There were also hundreds of small, contained fires in libraries reported across the world in the first half of the 1800s.

 

Some believe a mud flood occurred from the pressure and explosion of Satan’s release, burying towns and cities across the world, and strangely enough city after city across the world decided to raise the street levels all at the same time and the lower floors of buildings became basements and subbasements. Others believe the mud flood was caused by the changes in the ocean levels that allowed the people to pilgrimage to the North. Some believe Satan’s release was around the year 1776 in today’s calendar, but other different and unrelated sources speak of the change of the sky in the early 1800s. There was a series of three earthquakes in 1811-1812 that liquefied the ground, which would definitely cause a flood of mud, and gives some credence to the 7^th century prophecy.

 

Satan began transforming the world into his own image, and called it the Age of Reason and Enlightenment, a dark world filled with chaos, suffering, and lies. He created a world that left the people sick, war ravaged, and confused, separated from their families, and struggling to survive and find meaning. Some suggest that we, those living in this era, are the rest of dead “who lived not again until after the thousand years were complete” as it states in Revelation 20:5. They believe that we have lived before, failed to turn to God, and have been reborn and given our last chance to find salvation before the final judgment. This season ends with the final battle of good and evil, and the Great White Throne of Judgment as we stand before God and are judged for our works during this time, and find out if our names are in the Book of Life. Others believe that the Gog Magog war is also in the past and the millions of bones in the catacombs in different countries are the proof that a great war has occurred, and now we’re just waiting for the throne to descend to begin our judgment.

 

I, of course, can verify very little or none of these ideas and writings, although I certainly find them interesting. The hagiographies are considered too fanciful to be real, and there are some fanciful things contained inside the hundreds (thousands?) of excerpts from restricted sources, but just because something is fanciful it doesn’t mean it contains no truth. Part of the reason they are declared too fanciful to be true is that they speak of different creatures that are unknown to us, sea monsters, giant snails, talking serpents, mermaids, and other oddities that can still be seen on surviving maps of the era. The Bible itself names different creatures that we do not know, unicorns, satyrs, cockatrices, talking animals, and dragons, and my own 1867 dictionary states that dragons exist, but are rare. The same ideas run through the hagiographies, written by different people and at different times and locations, that our world is a mystical and supernatural place, and just because those things have been washed out of today’s society in the drive for nonsensical reason it doesn’t automatically make them untrue. In my mind Satan gives himself away with his naming of things, just like today where medical atrocities are called medical care, and programs set up to help children typically end up harming them. And the fact that an era of peace when incredible cathedrals were created and Christianity spread across the world was called the Dark Ages, while when the wars began again it was called reason and enlightenment tells me a lot.

 

I don’t know if we’re the rest of the dead as some suggest, but it would explain the increase of folks who have memories of past lives and the unusual (statistically improbable?) jump in the population in the last century. We can clearly see on old maps from the 15^th century and earlier that there were well-established cities across our nation, defying our known history of the discovery and the creation of America, and according to many, many old photographs we know that those cities once stood empty. We can also be pretty sure that a flood of mud occurred causing the need to raise street levels across the world, but we can’t know exactly how and why it happened. I have pondered the idea that we are still in those months after Satan’s release, inundated with illusions, and our sense of place and time horribly corrupted, but perhaps that is just fanciful thinking on my part.

 

What I do know is that the world we live in is full of lies meant to harm us, and we learn these lies from the cradle. Over my sixty years here I have longed for sense and reason in things, and have never found it until I stumbled onto the idea of the little season of Satan and suddenly everything fell into place and it all made sense. It’s not just for money, fame, and riches the world operates as it does, there’s been a deeper reason that has always eluded me until now. The goal has been to enslave us, harm us, sicken us, and that makes no sense if one is trying to create a strong nation, but a strong nation has never been the goal. The goal has simply been to break us, weaken us, steal our faith, and make us little carbon copies of Satan. There are many gods out there, but there is only one God, the creator of the universe, and the whole world has been set up to harm His children, increase their suffering, encourage harmful behavior, and turn them away from their rightful inheritance.

 

Thanks for coming along on this short journey through some alternative and perhaps fanciful history, and as always, keep seeking.

 

 

 

https://www.scribd.com/document/911175057/Hagiography-s-Stories-of-Saints-Revised-With-Sources-Part-1-RB 

https://turtlesvoice.blogspot.com/2025/07/generational-trauma-and-curses.html 

https://turtlesvoice.blogspot.com/2025/07/pay-attention-something-is-wrong-with.html

https://turtlesvoice.blogspot.com/2025/08/what-time-is-it-satans-little-season.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Holy Ghost

 

When the Holy Ghost comes to us, He leads us to all truth (John 16:13), not just the truth we want to hear, or the truth we’re focused on believing and accepting. It’s hard, although it sounds pretty cool, the reality of it is hard. Who wants to see the things underneath the guise? I suppose some do, I always have, although that often leads to great change, uncomfortable change sometimes, and it certainly leads us away from the masses.

 

It’s a tough row to hoe to see things completely different than the majority, and even harder to speak the truth aloud, because people think you’re crazy or dumb. It seems some Christians believe that speaking the truth simply means letting others know that Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost is real, and that is truth, but there’s far more truth that we’re expected to know and reveal. Anyone who’s spent time on this blog knows that I rail against certain things in the world, mainly the archaic medical practices and the systematic abuse of children, and those are truths that make people uncomfortable. It’s easier to state that Jesus is Lord and get on with your day than delve into the depths of what this society is, and the end that is coming.

 

Most believe we’re awaiting the second coming of Jesus, but I believe that is in our past and we missed it. It was shocking to discover that most of the book of Revelation is behind us, quite shocking, but the truth is if the majority of people believe a certain thing, then that thing is likely wrong. We’re being deceived on a grand scale and seeing and acknowledging that deception is enough to rock the entire foundation of our being. I won’t say I live for those moments of shocking realizations, but I will say I’ve had a lot of them since the Holy Ghost came to me. To put it simply and bluntly, it has rocked my entire world and had me facing fears I didn’t even know I carried.

 

I don’t understand how people can read the words of Jesus, and all the statements He made of His quick return and still believe we’re waiting for His appearance all these centuries later. Was Jesus wrong? Did He misspeak? And I suppose He is coming back, but differently than how the world leads us to believe, and I suspect it is closer than we know. I knew the dark agents of this world were in a hurry, and the way they pushed the jab made it clear to me. I spent weeks in tears as I watched most everyone I know and love line up to get their experimental sorcery, their DNA altering medical intervention. I suppose I should have protested more, and I wonder if I would’ve tried harder would some have changed their minds. Unfortunately I am the odd and weird one with ideas that go counter to what the politicians, medical establishments, and media claim is true, and have found people don’t listen to me. And they especially don’t take my words as truth when the world is pounding a different idea into their washed brains.

 

We are told many things in the good book and the Christian walk, we are told to step out of the world, to not conform to it, but it seems most believe they can have both the world and their faith. Of course it’s hard to step out of the world, especially these days, and it’s not something you can do immediately, we can’t just walk away, the tentacles in the world are just too strong and numerous. Just like with the layers of faith it takes time, one step, rest, another step, recover, and then another step until one day you realize that you’re an outcast and a freak and everyone thinks you’re either crazy or an idiot.

 

We are told to seek knowledge and wisdom, and that a lot of knowledge would be hard to find because it has been deliberately hidden from view. But the truth is the more you learn, the stranger you become, and the masses wouldn’t believe it anyway unless they saw it on the TV and social media. In the world the truth is only the truth if a lot of people believe it, and if only a few believe it then it must be a lie. But most everything we know down here in the valley of death is a lie, the grand deception leading away from salvation and our rightful inheritance, and few are aware of the truth. The truth is terrifying because it yanks our fleshly comforts away.

 

Right now God is pouring out His spirit on the earth, trying to save as many as possible, but it’s up to each of us to accept it. He won’t force Himself on us, we have a choice, we can choose to worship and surrender to Him, or we can choose the world. The fact is that each of us will worship something, it’s ingrained in us to seek our maker, no matter how removed any society is, no matter how remote, they will worship something, it’s literally written in our DNA to do so. We can think we have evolved far away from the need of a savior, but we haven’t, not at all, and we will put something in that place as is shown over and again throughout the history of humanity. These days we have a lot worshiping the medical systems and technology and know that if we have that we’ll be okay. Others worship money, sex, and love and know if they can have those things everything will fall into place. Others worship nature and animals, and if all is well there, then things will be fine. It seems we’ll worship most anything we can see and touch, but the idea of worshiping the savior we can’t see is viewed as weakness, ignorance, and insanity.

 

God has been patient with us, with each society that has risen, lived, and fallen, and yet we still fight against it. We’re living in Satan’s short season now (Revelation 20:3) where the deception is all encompassing, but God has heard the cries of the faithful and is pouring out His spirit, the spirit of truth, and it’s up to each of us to make the choice. Love God with all your heart, mind, and soul, or love the world. Choose the truth, or the comforting lies. Surrender to the light, or embrace the darkness. The choice is ours to make, but time is growing short, this little season is almost over, and when the truth finally becomes clear many will be unprepared for what they see. 

 

Keep seeking.

 

 

 

 

Answered Prayers

 

The pineal gland is a small spot in the center of the brain that holds great significance. Scientifically it controls our circadian rhythm, stabilizes our moods, and produces the melatonin that helps us sleep properly. It is also said to hold great spiritual significance as renowned philosopher Rene Descartes (1596-1650) declared it to be the seat of our soul, where our soul and connection to God resides in each of us, and still others refer to it as our third eye. In modern humans the toxins we take in from birth (aluminum, mercury, and foreign DNA from injections, fluoride in most everything we drink, and the chemicals and dyes in processed foods) calcify the pineal gland, and I’ve seen the calcification on CT scans of my young son’s brain. Concerned by the light spot in the scans I pointed it out and asked the doctors, thinking the worst, but it was explained to me that it was a calcium deposit and we all have it and it was nothing to worry about.

 

Six years ago I decided, perhaps unwisely, that I wanted to decalcify my own pineal gland. I had a plan and a prayer, and at this time of the year I stretched out in the sun, focused on the spot, and prayed with all my heart for God to clean that area of my brain, to release the toxins and calcification so I could see what I was missing. My intentions were pure, although perhaps not thought through to what it would mean, and that sunny morning I pleaded and prayed for those toxins to be released. I didn’t take any drugs or pharmaceuticals, only drank some water, and focused on the seat of the soul to be free of the constraints and filth of this world. I was out in the sun for a couple hours, not an unusual thing for me, didn’t notice any change, and then went on with my day, shrugging it off as just another silly idea of mine.

 

That night I woke with a fever, and spent the next days pretty sure that I was dying. The fever spiked up to over 103, and I had the worst stomach flu of my life, worse than any food poisoning, but I knew it wasn’t food poisoning. I was down for days, and felt so bad I gave my husband instructions in case of my death. I didn’t go to a doctor because I don’t do that anymore, not to mention during the pandemic era that was a dangerous thing to do, and I was surprised and very grateful when I recovered. I chalked it up to the worse stomach flu I’d ever experienced and still remember the pain, weakness, and helplessness I felt, and things changed after that.

 

I didn’t connect the sickness to those hours in the sun or my prayers until this week, six years later. Now, looking back, I think my body releasing those toxins brought on the sickness, but at the time I didn’t give my silly prayer or intention much thought, considered it a failed experiment, and life moved on.  A few months later I began having nightmares of the past and what I suppose were nocturnal flashbacks of the abuse I experienced as a child. I had never forgotten how awful my childhood was, but I had learned, like others like me, to disassociate from it, to divide the traumas up into smaller pieces and lock them away, but suddenly the doors of that storehouse in my mind were thrown open and those events were front and center. I began to see what I had been missing, what I had been hiding from myself, and life changed dramatically. Within a year of issuing that prayer I had fallen out with most my family, I was seeing things differently than I had before, and my faith began to grow stronger. 

 

There are layers to faith, each layer bringing us closer to God, and for the last six years I have been unpeeling those layers, most of the time unconsciously as I’d follow my instincts, or perhaps the whispers of the Holy Ghost. I’ve written book after book, my mind sharper than it had ever been, and those days of staring at a blank page in frustration seemed to have fallen behind me, the ideas coming faster than I could write them down. And although I’ve become a bit reclusive and don’t engage with a lot of people, my empathy towards them has grown painfully, and I tend to see all sides of human sorrows with an understanding and compassion I don’t remember having earlier in my life. I have developed a hatred for the lack of nuance in the world, which paints every situation with a fear-laden brush, excluding the truth and the details that would balance and bring calm and sense to most things. It’s suddenly easier to spot the lies and manipulations, the way my body reacts making it almost impossible to listen to them, and there is a level of frustration that comes with it. I wonder why people are so blind, why they can’t see what is clearly obvious, and why they seem so comfortable in a world that does nothing but harm and lie to them.

 

The thing about praying for anything is that we don’t see the big picture, we can’t, our vision is limited by our own human experience, clouded by our own prejudices, fears, and ignorance, and buried under the toxins the world dishes out. The world has a lot invested in keeping us blind, confused, angry, and focused on the lowest common denominators. Sex, survival, and money are the glasses we see through, and surrendering all to God are just words that sound good the couple hours a week we allow for faith, but make no sense in a busy world where we must stay alert for predators and be in control so it doesn’t all fall apart. But it’s in the falling apart and the lack of control where we truly come to know God. God is light and goodness and hope, but we now live in a world where evil is called good, darkness is light, and hope is a silly and useless emotion with little room to thrive under the weight of our present society. 

 

God still answers prayers, although often different than how we imagine. When I asked God to clear out my pineal gland I didn’t expect to be knocked on my butt sick as a dog, but I didn’t really know what I was asking. When I prayed to see what I was missing, I wasn’t prepared to actually see it, and surely didn’t expect to see my world and familial relationships implode. And I surely didn’t anticipate the changes it would bring to my life, it ain’t easy having your blinders knocked away. As each new thing was revealed to me, not just the harm done to me, but also the harm I’d put into the world, my faith grew stronger and my awareness of His existence grew more sure and solid. None of those things were in my mind when I prayed for what I thought was a simple thing, because I couldn’t see the bigger picture and the ripple effect such a change can bring.

 

In the years since that morning in the sun a lot has changed, most not obvious to the eyes, and it took me six years to even figure out that God had answered my prayer. Honestly, in the last six years of struggle, repeated injuries, and learning to trust God with everything, I had completely forgotten that I had those intentions and made that prayer. The memory of the prayer popped into my mind this week, and then I saw a FB memory where I spoke of the illness, and it all fell into place. Aha! So that’s what happened! Dang…mind blown. And then I spent a day rather stunned as the last six years of struggle shone with a new light. God answered my prayer, I just didn’t know what I was asking, or have any clue of how it would manifest. 

 

I won’t tell you to be careful of what you pray for as we’re all on different journeys, but I will likely be a little more cautious in the asking because I know I’m not always prepared for the result. 

 

As always, keep seeking. 

 

 

 

As Above, So Below

 

(Author’s note: After six novels in under five years I promised myself I’d take a little break between installments of the Mourning series I’m writing, and that lasted all of three days before I started the third novel. I wanted to spend some time going through my files and posting some old and interesting stuff, including some short stories or novel fragments if I can find them, but scenes from the new novel kept jumping in my head. Life of a writer I suppose, but perhaps I can do both things and spend a little time celebrating the 20^th anniversary of The Turtle’s Voice blog. In many ways I’m not much different than I was twenty years ago, and some ways my thinking has altered quite a bit. Of course if we don’t change as we age then I’m not sure we are growing and moving forward, and the world has certainly changed in the last twenty years, although many of its problems are still the same.

 

This piece made me chuckle when I found it buried in a file from 2007, and I believe I wrote it about the militarization of small town police forces that I saw happening after 911 and The Patriot Act. In the tiny town in North Carolina where we lived back then I saw the local PD change, adding the ram bars to their vehicles, changing their uniform from tan and brown to solid black, and parading their tiny tank, a MRAP, and other military type vehicles around town. It was a strange time in the world with lots of changes coming fast toward the end of Bush era.)

 

 

 

 

As above, so below, that’s what the old folks say and it’s a simple phrase that contains much wisdom.  Remember as a child that aunt, uncle, or family friend, I think we all had one, who hugged too tight, pinched too hard, or worked to scare the crap out of us at every opportunity?  As children we would avoid them if given the chance, but every time this relative visited we’d have to say ‘hello’ and the cycle would be set in motion again.

 

We’d tell our parents we didn’t like this person and they would chuckle, because they remembered suffering through this odd family member’s affection, but since they survived the uncomfortable intrusion, they figured we would as well.  So each holiday or get together we walked stiff legged, braced and prepared, across the room to say hello.  And when we had our own kids we also sent them on that long walk.  Luckily now this person is old and maybe doesn’t pinch so hard anymore, but it is family and we must treat our elders with respect. 

 

The perspective of children fascinates me, and perhaps like animals they listen to their instincts.  As children our survival instinct tells us to be wary of this person or that person, relation or not, but our parents in a perfect example of doing to us what was done to them override our instincts and demand that we listen to them, not our gut.  Ever watch those funny home videos?  Ever notice how young children respond when seeing Santa Claus for the first time?  The world says it’s funny, but I find it to be quite disturbing because most kids are terrified.  But then the parents step in and explain how Santa is good and brings toys, and once again a child learns not to listen to their instincts.

 

I spend a lot of time reading opinions and lately there has been a lot of talk about folks waking up and realizing that we have all been lied to about various truths.  Often, upon first waking, these folks are in shock and disbelief at how far and wide the lies spread and they are amazed that so few seem aware.  But for me it’s just another example of as above, so below.  As we force our children to ignore their instincts and tell them that the frightening man who watches them all the time is safe, our government does much the same thing to us.  As we force our children into making that long, uncomfortable, walk to the relative they fear, our government does much the same thing by putting us in uncomfortable situations at work, school, and during recreation.  They tell us not to fear the men with guns, tanks, and strange clothes, just as we tell our kids not to fear the man in red with a sack on his back. 

 

Real change occurs on the Home Front, not in the Homeland, and perhaps the wisdom of the Golden Rule is something we are all missing.  “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”  If we don’t want our government filling our heads with lies and fairy tales, perhaps we should stop doing it to our children.  And if we expect our government to listen to us when a policy scares the crap out of us, perhaps we should hear our children when something we consider ‘normal’ scares the crap out of them. 

 

 

As usual, keep seeking.

 

 

My UFO Sightings

 

As the world is once again focused on space and little gray men, almost as though it is the 60s and 70s again where space travel seemed a real possibility and the movies introduced us to strange beings, I thought I’d share some of my odd UFO experiences. I grew up in the 70s and remember watching the sky a lot, especially up at my grandparents’ house in North Georgia where there wasn’t a lot of light pollution back in those days. My brother and I would set up lounge chairs in the front yard, or lay on a blanket on the grass, and watch the night sky until we were called inside. I don’t remember what I saw there, but I do have recurring dreams of that time, and in the dreams I see plenty.

 

I’ve seen a lot of strange things in the sky over the years, but a few events stand out and those are the ones I’ve thought to share. Earlier in a blog post about my NDE (Near Death Experiences and the Bible) I mentioned experiencing abduction-like events in those years after waking up changed and then dabbling with the occult, so I’ll start there. I am unsure of the exact year or date, but it was a Saturday night somewhere between 2006-2010, and we were living in North Carolina. We had a nice yard there, and our house was over a hundred years old. The property was close to a patch of wetland, and no one would build on that spot in the modern era, the ground was marshy and felt like a marshmallow, seemingly swelling with the rain, and the dirt was dark and rich and good for growing. The house had been rental for decades before we bought it, and I always turned up treasures in the dirt when gardening, mostly toys, silverware, and coins.

 

At the time the conspiracy boards were full of posts about a moving star that was being seen in the western sky. No, it wasn’t Venus, and the light flashed in colors, green, red, blue, yellow, etc., and I was fascinated by it. I saw it most every night after dark, and sometimes it moved, not with the other stars making their slow journey across the night sky, but quick, sudden, jerky movements going against the grain of the usual nightly transit. It must have been summer as I was cooking chicken on the grill, and dinner wasn’t ready until after dark. We made our plates, and sat outside to eat just after 9pm, watching the moving and flashing star in the western sky just above the tree line.

 

Hours later I awoke, my head on the back of the chair facing upwards, and I opened my eyes to see a massive (what I thought was an) airplane above me, so low I could see the windows in it. It moved slowly and silently and seemed so close it was like I could reach out and touch it, and then it was gone. I looked over at my husband beside me to see his head was back as well, and then down at the ground to see our plates with our half eaten meals. I woke him up, and we picked up our plates, carrying them inside, and there I saw it was 3am. We didn’t say much, and just went to bed.

 

Now, let me make it clear I don’t just drift off to sleep ever, I’m not one who takes naps either, and sleep has never come easy to me. My fight or flight mechanism was too tightly wound back then to just fall asleep in the middle of a meal, much less in a chair outside at 9pm on a Saturday night. In those days sleep was something I avoided, and would take hours of restlessness to achieve, so the idea that I drifted off to sleep while eating dinner is simply not something that would happen to me in normal circumstances, but that night was, apparently, not normal. The strangest thing to me was how my husband and I didn’t even discuss it for days, and when we did it was awkward, and strangely embarrassing. He didn’t remember anything from those lost hours, and I didn’t either, only recalling the sight of a massive silent airplane too impossibly low to the ground, and the windows in it. 

 

Later, I saw a silver cigar shaped craft (?) dart across the sky, south to north, on a bright sunny day as I sat down outside to rest after cutting grass. It was silent as well, and covered the length of the sky in just seconds. And still later in 2011, the night of the earthquake that rattled the entire east coast, we were sitting outside after dark and saw three lights moving in the sky, they suddenly seemed to fall, and then stopped right over the tree line. They hovered there for a several seconds, and then darted away one by one, moving faster than seemed possible, and with an intelligence that felt disconcerting.

 

During those years of seeing strange things in the sky and dabbling with the occult we had bought a sound activated voice recorder that I would place on my bedside table at night to catch EVPs. We would hear voices sometimes, but we also heard things that made no sense, and listening back in the morning I’d get a cold chill. First, I’d hear the bell on my cat’s collar jingle, and then the thud as he jumped off the bed and left the room, almost as though he knew what was coming and wanted to be away from it. Then the room would fill with loud grinding metallic noises, sharp pops, and a whirring type sound. These sounds never woke us up, which is odd because my husband is a light sleeper, but we heard them many nights on the recording device. At the same time I’d wake with my clothes on backwards, or inside out, and I’d have red dots on my arms in triangular shapes. After hearing those noises on the recorder several times I quit placing it in our bedroom at night, and decided that ignorance was indeed bliss.

 

In 2012 we moved back to Augusta, Georgia, and since we lived in the city I didn’t sit outside and look at the night sky as the light pollution was too intense, and there was an over abundance of palmetto bugs in the neighborhood. I didn’t see much there except for a couple times out partying until late on Broad Street where we’d see strange lights flying over the downtown area and the river, which is right beside it.  We lived there for five years and then moved out into a rural area in South Carolina and began watching the sky again.

 

We’d often see faint lights in high altitude moving about up in the sky, perhaps whatever people refer to as satellites, and we’d see dozens an hour busily moving different directions across the sky. Life changed for me, as those who follow this blog know, I got myself sober by the grace of God, my faith in Christ grew stronger, and so much of the weird stuff in my life just stopped. Praise God! Fully accepting and surrendering to Jesus halted the usual paranormal things in my life, and I’ll forever be grateful for that. My last experience of seeing something shocking in the sky happened after just a year of sobriety, and it was around that time that I stopped seeking things in the sky after dark. “You are all children of the light and of the day; we do not belong to the night or the darkness.” 1 Thessalonians 5:5  

 

Our yard is about an acre, surrounded by a mix of hardwood and pine trees, and we can only see a couple of our neighbors’ houses deep in the winter. I was on the northwest side of it cutting grass on a hot summer day, the sky was clear and deep blue, and there were no lines marring it. It was after noon, the sun high in the sky, and I saw an incredibly bright flash. I stopped and looked over to the southeast side of the yard to see the edge of what appeared to be a massive disc pushing through the atmosphere just over the tree line, and I assume that the flash I saw was a reflection of the sun off the polished silver. I stared, the mower still running, and at first I thought it was a plane, an airliner that was far too low.

 

The atmosphere around the edges of the disc wavered like the heat coming off the highway on a hot day, and it took me a second to realize that it wasn’t a plane at all. The part I saw was massive, and I couldn’t comprehend how big the whole thing would be if it was fully visible, but I just saw the edge of it pushing through the clear blue sky. The whole event only lasted seconds, and I don’t know how many seconds I stood still, staring, the lawn mower running and filling the air with sound. Then it moved away, the sky closing up again, and it dawned on me what I had just seen. I didn’t freak out or run inside or really react at all, I just stared a little longer at the place where it had broken through the sky, and then resumed cutting grass. I didn’t report it or post about it on social media or the conspiracy forums, I only told my husband later and pointed out the patch of sky it had broken through, and the length of it that had to cover well over a hundred feet.

 

I don’t profess to know what these things are, but I don’t believe they are aliens from other planets, and tend to think the answer is simpler, yet far more profound. The world with its predictive programming wants us to fear, and they push their ideas through movies and paid experts, and focus our eyes on extraterrestrials from far away planets so that in itself tells me their ideas are incorrect. The discs, lights, and cigar shaped rods have been seen for all of written time, and you don’t have to look far to find them in old paintings and cave drawings, and if anything I think they have always existed, and may just be another aspect of living on earth.

 

Are they evil, demons, as the vice president and others have suggested? Are they harbingers of doom and destruction, appearing more and more before the earth undergoes great changes? Are they voyagers from unknown lands down here on earth? Are they from the future and observing us to understand where we went wrong? Are they fallen angels, the nephilim? Are they angels like Enoch and Ezekiel described? Are they life forms we simply don’t understand? I don’t know. Whatever they are they have always been, at least as long as mankind has been drawing, speaking, and writing. I suspect we may know soon enough, but whatever the world explains them to be we can be sure that it’s not that. Invariably whatever the majority believes is not the truth, as the one thing I have learned is that the masses are always wrong, especially if the government and media are supporting their ideas.

 

As usual, keep seeking.

 

 

Change Is Coming

It amazes me how so many people claim to want change, they demand change, but then seem to expect things to stay the same. If there is change they are angry and afraid, despite calling for it day after day, post after post. “Not that way!” they exclaim. I suppose we all want change, for myself I want to stop the hurt dished out to children. I want to stop the medical tyranny that injects poisons from the first hours through the first years and leaves them injured and trapped in uncomfortable bodies, and I pray for that often. I also want to stop the predatory nature of mankind on children, and know that children are the biggest commodity in the society in which we exist. I pray for the kids a lot, and I suppose that ache inside of me for the young ones of this world comes from my own difficult childhood, as I know what it is to feel helpless and under attack. I know how it feels to be mocked, bullied, hurt, cast out, and slandered, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

 

The world is changing rapidly, and we all know that it must, but we fight against the changes fearful of how it will affect our own private worlds. Those of us of faith keep our eyes and thoughts on God, those without faith seek their gods in the world through actors, musicians, sportsmen, political agents, and influencers who work harder for clicks than for truth. There’s very little truth left down here these days, and what is left is censored and hidden and mocked and declared ignorant and destructive, or racist, sexist, homophobic, and the usual spiel from the young, misinformed, brain washed, and inexperienced. 

 

Change is coming, though, and it always does. I look to my grandparents born in the late 1800s, and the vast changes that occurred in their lifetimes, and even my own parents were born before electricity was in every house, and radio was in its infancy. The changes my elders saw were mind numbing, but they survived and adapted and I assume we will as well. Change is intimidating, no doubt about that, and not just to us humans, but animals feel it as well. We all like our schedules, we like the security of knowing that day to day not much changes, and we relax in the normalness of our routines, and I’m no different than anyone else. Change can bring a lot of stress and anxiety, especially these days where everyone’s opinions are heard, and fear seems to be the one thing we all have in common, fear of the unknown, but also fear of the known.

 

We here in America have been on the fast track of change the last hundred years, and I can say with certainty that not all of the changes have been good. The technological advancements have been amazing, but harmful. The medical advancements have been have been life changing, but not always in a good way. The societal changes in the moral fabric have been detrimental to a peaceful existence and caused a lot of suffering, but we declare we’ve reached true freedom. The over abundance of rules and laws and taxes and language manipulation has broken the backs of many, and our compassion has been misplaced as we march toward some dystopian vision none of us would have chosen in a more stable and healthy environment.

 

The institutions we’ve known in our lifetime, be they medicine, finance, government, or entertainment are changing, and this strikes an odd fear in us. Intellectually we know they need to change, but we also know not all change is good, and can be quite uncomfortable. We look back on the past with rose-colored glasses believing the era in which we grew up was the best, the safest, and now to see those forever names, brands, and institutions change strikes a cord of unease in us. We’ve grown accustomed to our cages, the rules, the taxation systems, the government decisions, and the news programs telling us the way to go, and life would seem scary without those agencies leading the way. Perusing history we see that great nations and peoples have risen and fallen over and again, but we know what we have achieved is permanent and safe, steady and dependable. We don’t often see how those things have grown with an insidious parasitic nature to take more and more, and give less and less. We don’t always see how those corporations and agencies and programs have infiltrated so many aspects of our lives, and we have become very dependent on the normalcy of knowing they exist, and have existed for a long time.

 

Change is coming and I don’t profess to know how it will look, I pray that the changes would be good for us, but one can never tell in the beginning how it will look in the end. I think America has been under attack for a very long time, but the average citizen doesn’t see that, they tend to look upon the world and the actions of the worldly as just the way it’s always been and give it no additional thought. We’ve always paid high taxes, we’ve always injected our kids with chemicals, we’ve always eaten this brand, we’ve always done A, B, or C, and what we’ve always done must be good because we’re still here. But what we don’t know is how heavy the burden actually is until we set it down and walk away from it, and then it dawns on us, “My God, that was heavy! How did I not know how heavy it was for so many years?”  We don’t recognize the full extent of the darkness until the light is turned on, and we don’t understand how sick we truly were until we are healed.

 

For me I pray that the changes ahead of us are simply the dissolution of the parasitic and forever draining agents of darkness who cannot exist without our acceptance and approval. I pray that we are moving toward a future where we don’t have the sickest children and citizens in the world, where suffering in its myriad of forms grows less and less, and where the burdens of simple existence aren’t so heavy for the average person. I pray for less “education” and more learning and growth, I pray for nutrient rich foods without sickening chemicals, I pray for the land to heal after being sprayed for decades with heavy metals, and the water to be cleansed of all the chemicals that the dark agenda decided were needed to make us easier to control. Above all else I pray for the children of the world to truly know love and peace and physical, mental, and emotional ease, a world where they are not a commodity to be used and abused by evil people. Change is coming, but perhaps we have more power than we know to create a future that is good for all, and not just the few sitting on the top who believe they are our ruling gods.

 

Keep seeking, and keep praying.