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forever
The Burden Carriers
No way?!! There is no way he did that and why would he?!! He has everything and everything that any sane man could ever want! A wonderful loving wife and two beautiful, loving children! I can't believe it! I don't believe it. Then a few nights later the dream that only God and a few others know, confirms or denies the truth. It wasn't real I said, in my dream it came out that it was all just made up...he didn't really do all of those things it was just made up because of...because of me!...and these self conviction writings. Now I am being convicted by those who wanted me to spill all and be as a sacrificial animal to this...with or without knowing...to give my life so that another now two then maybe thousands or more...could be set free. As broken and un-chewed chicken bones these thoughts were swallowed. However I was not yet guilty...at least not on this portrayed level...so the things that were described by this brothers sister now enraged for hers whom she loved so very much, were freeing me from my burdens of self conviction upon which were merely as spiritual battles within...but now I know they were more than that. They were something that pastor Shawn of Red Rocks suffered...for me? I asked my maker...no but maybe as a sacrifice for me and others to see...themselves truly. For then if it be only in your mind then truly maybe it be
and needs
A Necessary Ending
2. To touch, see and feel everything around us and to recognize our deepest and most hidden by a society of rejection...sense that is unseen....
The Secret Fifth Day of Christmas - Gift to Planet Earth
Then feel all the weight of the world and how to this day Christ still bears the load and shows us we are still worth the light we reflect when we shine love unto one another
Self Conviction - Part 3
The Final Chapter of M2
And the Darkest Hour Before the Ultimate Battle that Lands us in Chapter One of
M3
PURGATORY
For this song imagine you are one with the Great Spirit - Your Brother - Your Sister - Mother - Father - Child - Unborn Child - God
While together in Graduate School, Prof took me up in his Christian Eagle and we put on an airshow over a horse training arena in Castle Rock Colorado for a friends birthday. Prof was one of the actual Top Gun Pilots in the original film...hope to see more of his flying in the sequel to this coming soon!
...that even an unborn child recognizes and feels before it is even born to this paradise gift given. Our home on the most precious and fragile planet in all the universe.
Self Conviction ...........Part 2: Self Production
3. Where we begin now is to shed the things that have kept us from fulfilling the purpose of our physical manifestation here. To understand the physical plane. To understand the fragility of life. And to understand the responsibility to preserve it we must each start with one thing....
https://youtu.be/w6s7HtK9aV8
Shorts
M2: Current State: "Self Conviction"
Before we go into why the world as we have known it...the only one we have....Is frozen in time...let's first take a look at a couple of the small changes we can make to change it:
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All the characters that with the Forever 8
Make up 49 Talents that will be changing the world
Who they are
What is their part and what do they do
These are the characters of the feature film project entitled Wings
You can have the opportunity to Audition
Guaranteed
One of these 49 could be You
We
The Light of the Mystery
A struggle interrupted by a fight between the paths of M1 and M2 landed in a pool of men releasing the stressors of the week and the day. As I ride the wave of the blood brew of solace brought to the taste and washed with vigor and haste until all are in unison open to the next flash of dark or light that deep inside they crave the latter. Woe unto them this craving as it does not match the frequency of the lord of machismo in men vying for position among these mighty alpha males. One to my right hand holds the depth of memories in my soul of these now to this these writings birthplace...the house of the sun. We say and tip to a cheer and soon a creative simple but freed electron in my being jumps from my space to his and rides the wave of his next swallow down the black hole into his past then jumps from the deepest space of sharing this common love lands me back on the road upcountry and the crossroads before us here.
The High and Muddy Paths
Find this chapter oh curious ones and see if you can understand this as time has folded fore and aft in one paragraph above but now we are there...near 33 years ago in that Dodge Dakota labeled truck number 1 and the morning of the same in men's daily plight and actual in the industry the same only during the harmonic of all convergence...the night of the revelation you hold in your presence now merely by your curiosity and therefore un-conscious call to it for reason you alone may understand and produce...light or darkness...your offerings choice but in this all shall return to both and then to glorify only that in which it came...still within or emptied from you, by you.
I close my eyes and we are there at the crossroads this time I bring my brothers who stand to fight at my side, making the choice which muddy path to continue upon. This one to the right, seemingly up and to the top of Haleakala with what felt comforting and open...the frequency match was of one and the same as entered my being that night of confusion turned one day a page for realization. Then my mind already knowing the path as choice preceded only by intention known to me fully before this moment of sorrow. Sorrow needn't never be in hindsight for you my brothers and sisters for this which is written for you is for you not by the love created in me but by the love torn apart by that which wars preceding our time upon this sphere were fought knowing you and me would be. The subjects of the fullest of creations perfection in that which was not he nor she but as and one with these....all of these and including all that was laid as the cradle to hold these that are we. Forever and never to be created by we the same for one ingredient cannot come from we but only the pool of light that sends the stream of creation in the greatest of things created...the rivers of we.
Make the choice boy! the dark path to the left called to me. The one that seemed to hold the best of hiding places. The one that had the darker and safer connections to the release of body and reset of mind with comforting disconnections to the truer of the choices in means of safety, happiness, contentment, release of pain and complete wholeness in the full meaning and living of life. The path where we have followed to full fruition...the path of M2.
Withdraw from observing this written first then standing side by side with the brothers in armor waiting to be given their blessings by the leader not of me but in me that they have dreamed to follow. Raise our swords together brothers and let us read along with the first song that I gave to two of you who will lead many after me...as a placeholder of this time and days between for reasons to strengthen your hearts and sharpen you swords for battle.
Play the Song:
Falls on Me - Fuel 2003
Verse 1
We are standing together and we now see one another for all that we are
For me I am bound for in me was trusted a message that alone to worthiness I could never be
This was not you but me and I alone stand before myself and take responsibility for me
Verse 2
Now we each turn inward to see ourselves true and completely
Our hands touching what means most as for me I see my unborn child
Water breaks and I am within her and fully embrace what it means to be born again
My child takes her first breath and my blind eyes fully opened...I can breathe
Chorus 1
Now in full understanding with you my brothers and sisters of this world
You rise from the waters and see what the baptist named john saw in He before him rise
let the first lines of this chorus fill your mind
Verse 3
Your faith - The greatest thing about you now understands your full potential
It cannot help but draw you in but once there you now understand Love
Those with faith as someone you love brings tears here because you see her fullest
The greatest joy comes over you seeing others through the eyes of the highest Love
You feel remorse for what has kept you from this joy - your darkness
There are no words for most on this plane to explain
So they these fragile little full grown children only wonder
If you could see my fails though I speak this message can you possibly believe in me
Chrous 2
Now not only in full understanding of this in mind but also in a body that is this
So this next flow joins our minds and we are one body in Christ
We now feel His joy when we look up to the beautiul sky
We see how his pain for us also has joy in the highest as we succeed
The pain seems to fall away and a light of bliss lifts your spirit above you
There is no more separation within you or anywhere upon the earth
Everyone has understood their self conviction and is released
The Bridge
Is there any way you can contain this feeling and keep it forever
to survive this bliss and pass it on
It will surely change your life
It will surely change the world
Now He turns to you and you realize you are one
You feel everything and understand it is from your onesss not as you thought
but because of this
He is within you Now! 4.22.2021 Today! Not Bound in a Book! Alive and Inside you feeling you and all the world with you...all the pain and all of the potential you and everyone can have and bring into the world if only you can believe in what is now within you!!
And Save Him for all the world to be...
"We"
Verse to the end
For the "Spirit" that can only be found in "We the Real" People
Thank you to the band Fuel - And a Doll who left that year - 2003 - Returns
The Mystery
Love Joseph
JD/jd
Self Conviction
And What it Took to Write the Mystery
It's been nearly a year since the onset of the story to yet be finished entitled "Shatter Island - The Backside of The Continental Divide" but that's another angle of looking at a story that we as a hopefully evolving human race would certainly prefer this as an alternate:
As the officer handed me back my license and his card that would soon be joined by a shrine of them plastered to the rear view mirror of what has now been officially named "Pegasus"...the valiant steed that carried a far more amazing character than I could ever be. Then compliment is adored and to my truck all the glory for carrying us through what would turn out to be one of the worst years in not only ours, but that of nearly all the world...the worst year in the history of planet earth....the year of the human race...two thousand and twenty.
You couldn't see it but you could definitely feel it as an eerie pestilence creeping across the land. Covid-19 was the label given to what would be the most nerving and trying virus ever to plague not only a region, but the entire fragility of the human kinds gift of their own paradise world. How could this be we thought as the miles west clicked away on the golden chariots digital display. At a full gallop towards the Grand Junction that seemed so impervious to the energy that had already had my hometown fully in its grasp, was our destination and looking back here, was not even an option. Does anyone remember the feeling in the beginning? The fear? The chaos? The terrible gut feeling of the unknown? And what of the people that had nothing to believe in? what is that like? what does that feel like? I truly want to know. But not right now, later maybe but not now however because it may be too late.
Here, now, instead imagine this...majestic mountains that although still covered with snow...seemed to hold us as loving arms taking two children into their warm safe and secure, motherly, rockabye-baby cradle hold. Coupled with a sky filled with stars that seemed to speak to us and cloud formations that confirmed the way for us to go. Celestial navigation learned in college had no candle to hold to the real signs that were so clear to us that night. As crystal clear as the cold, crisp and endless night sky of that winters end.
But now, for the sake of leaving the elementary sixth grade level of reading the news and the robotized society that we are rapidly becoming...let's take a little side path from the mad rush of I-70 westbound to the now slammed closed doors of every ski resort, restaurant and tourist attraction from New York, through this, our mountain paradise to L.A. Do you remember L.A. as the song by Celine Dion so eloquently melodies to many of only open hearts. This was inlaid into the script and vision from the first path that was of "The Mystery" part one...The Light. Run and jump out of the way in the "Don't Dream" and that real dream as it was forward in mind only then but was it folded back a reality that was to yet unfold? Those mini mausoleum buildings at the front of Crown Hill were in that dream and I was in Maui when they were being built! How could I possibly know that they were being built as in my writing of the dream? Running and hiding between them as the spirits of those buying the potion were vaporized and as swirls of light in chaos as tornadoes sucked in by their base into the little placards on each vaults marble door entombed forever in cold solitary stone. Wait I remember another time as one coming to and fro from the past dream here described to another point in time unfolded as also understood by the reading of scratchings such as "Woman", a time removed understanding of the spirit worlds timeless being. It can be found somewhere on these sites for those bold and patient enough to swipe more than a flickering moment for the sake of the child's mind as to learning.
Advance!! Move forward a shift of consciousness is upon you!! We are in the moment now as you read...hold on for the biggest wave in this set is approaching!!
There is no light without the darkness and there is no darkness without the light. It has been said and so it has been understood. As for our paths described in these two websites and accompanying single media outlet as a scrolling rubiks-cube, The Mystery Path One - M1 The Light and Part Two - M2 The Dark....has and is still being pieced together by the hundreds of visitors around the world every month. But now, here we are standing still as we were frozen to near helplessness nearly a full year ago...before the onset of the Z(CV-19) axis path of M3 -Purgatory...the place of your now need for Self Conviction. Follow me for we are going to understand this together ok? ok...hold on to your "imaginations, for they are truly more important than your knowledge". (Albert Einstein)
Remember the Adam Sandler film Click? Some do some don't, nevertheless...There were many times that Adams character was able to stop everything and look at himself...see things that in such a fast paced society are seldom given a second thought...let alone analysis. So here, a dream of the future, construction of it's plays onset, forwarded to the building of a house that had a hatch, that was opened and confirmed with the swirling green clouds in the formation of a tornado that would have struck right in it's center of grounding darkness as the finger of a God enraged by the strangled souls withing but this battle was held above it...onward invisible on the Z axis of the eleventh dimension and won by the love that is this entity unseen and usually misunderstood...but won however, and these torn and battered earthly witnesses in all their fragility were spared...and the hatch opened for the moment of the folding of that time to the place here fortold by the wood burned engraving of a hockey stick, a lasers precision cut onto a saddle atop a steel pillar that would hold this mighty structure of living wood and glass...reflecting the truth as in the college paper "Excerpt from The Mystery" Hold, listen....peering out through this hatch a great fear fell over me...where did she go...the alarm of the compressor was silenced but where is she?!! Chills tore through me as the realization of this sign that the hatch crawled through in the Don't Dream was here, right then, my now...again confirmation of truth in vision globally spherical, in space and time. The swirls of conflicting weather as fire and rain filled tornadoes so much more than this in multi-dimensional and entity meaning....fighting celestial beings affecting our planets general circulation, our worlds leaders, warring countries, peoples beliefs conflicted, division, intolerance, hatred and inability to co-exist at it's peak...surely a celestial energy not to be tolerated by any peaceful presence in our universe. But for now let's go back through that hatch to the original dream of what not to do...folded forward to that time in conscious reality...the fear was the same only worse...the most hideous fear your being could ever imagine at it's soul stealing peak....withdrew to the hiding place of human retreat. But in the dream...so many years before...I passed trough the portal, the hatch...the doorway to a world in hell.
The clouds were swirling into violent fire filled tornadoes that would swirl into funnel clouds directed with force never seen into the ground...exploding and shaking the earth. Flashes of light and darkness were everywhere. As I leapt from the place where I had passed through, I jumped down from the house onto the ground where electrical lines were falling and jumping around as electrified snakes lashing about my feet attempting to strike. The wind was so strong people could hardly stand. Then I entered the grounds of the cemetery which as time forwarded to the Stellar House (TM) and that real hatch, here as in this dream so many years before I was and am for this writing, in that actual place...where two of the most powerful spirits on planet earth have been laid to rest....Albert Joseph and Margaret Mary..."Dolly" that's story shall be told in all times to and fro and dimensions necessary from this day forward to the forever they were assigned to teach you...the fragile and beautiful, human race. Now unlike these two who are in the place of full understanding, these, close to that but for another, not so caring purpose, were about in the chaos but calm...they appeared as from the future in their dress. like human aliens very sleek and impressive in their "cloaking" but an energy that brought a heavy weight to their beings. "What is that they are giving people" I asked another terrified person who was clinging to a tree as not to be blown away as I too was holding on to. "I don't know he replied let's go find out" he bravely responded. We approached them slowly and I observed one woman take what they had and drank it while falling to her knees in some kind of desperate act that this was the cure for the chaos. I stopped the brave man I went forth with and yelled "No!" don't take it...Look" as this same woman who took the drink began to de-materialize into a swirling wind of herself and go into the carving of one of the placards on the buildings there on 32nd and Wadsworth, south west end and as I looked in my dream onto these buildings that I had never seen or heard of at the time of this M1 dream....the tip of her swirling essence carved a name into the placard...it was her own.
Petrified, and nearly as immobilized as my presence in the writing of Woman...I managed to move forward toward the buildings as they were the only thing nearby to where I was that could offer shelter from the wind and chaos. My fear was intense beyond words but I was relieved somehow as having not taken the potion or whatever it was from those hideously, attractive alien, robot like people....hugely relieved. The man I went close to them with was nowhere to be seen to I just found a corner where two of the buildings came together and buried myself into it in a ball. I covered by ears with my arms and grabbed the back of my head in some attempt to hide all that I was in this corner of physical solace....and pray. It was all that I could do now...just pray. "God please help me I'm so scared! What is this what is happening?" I asked with the most fervance I have ever expressed in a crushed and terrified mortal presence of pure fear....
Forward to the place of our last year...the world was stopped for all to listen...it remains stopped and it remains with a message of hope written by a petrified young messenger and held sacred for nearly thirty-three years to a path of chaos that led to the inability to ever write the sequel of darkness as it was truly happening...attempts left in torn and fragmented pieces as scattered children ripped from their mothers and fathers....one of our most horrible swords to the heart of our universe that must be fully repented to correction as with so many far greater crushing blows to the heart of our essence as humankind....anything but kind. And the Grandest of Junctions....where the tears of the natives of this land cried a phoenix into the rocks and shed the greatest cries of injustice before losing their true freedom to the ways of the white man.
The dream is closer to full realization and we can all now awaken...or we can fall to our knees as this young man did in the dream of what not to do is revealed...and listen as I did for I could not ignore what was echoed across the entire world as my petrified body went numb in that cold hard corner....
Fear not if thou art with me.
M2:2.14.21
Love, joseph
The Forever Performing Arts Writings - Just a Few
For the Most Epic Film Series in History
Fact or Fiction - You decide what is what and who is Who
Shorts...........Continued
One of Life's Great Mysteries Sir - Tom Cruise, TG2
The People
and the spirit carriers
This is the second part to the first and in most urgency it must be written as I have felt this in me for several days now as a storm within that must release itself unto a world in such need that without this to be would surely a greater storm of unimaginable magnitude on this fragile plane of manifestation truly be the devastation of the We and therefore The People.
In this the We has come a place of great separation that not only forgetting the great and good evolution of their year past 1964 but of every important place that must not continue or the greatest cries throughout this land as the most severe form of a paradise given way to my brother of the parchment in spirit...Milton and more than your seeking of John. Put away these evil ways of entrapment and power! You will never gain the trust of the people in these ways! From the hiding in technology to lower yourselves as human to snakes to the front facing of children with fear to firing upon them until your trembling hands born to paddles and headgear to enslaved puppets addictions in the most harmful methods of the cathode babysitters truly gone astray! You have become complete and subservient victims yourself to that which your elders and now you have allowed to form your much greater deserving minds to this desensitized jihads released confusion unto your fellow brothers and sisters in yes!!...trembling and fearful retaliation you know not even how fully you yourself are controlled until it is too late! Now shaken and beyond this trembling comes the realization of what you have done as you look in the most unimaginable disbelief in oneself upon the lifeless child of God laying in the street before you! 'But, but, but, they, they, they, she, she, she, he, he, he' is all you can mutter because the damage is done! You have committed the most heinous act that can be uttered from your temporarily comatose in thought state of complete loss! that's right! loss!!...of control...for now you HAVE killed someone. That's right! you have killed a living being and that person will never breath the laughter of joy and life again! Ever again. Was this truly your only choice? Murder? In any form or degree it is the same...Murder. Period. You have now killed someone. God did not stutter when He told you this was wrong...and mostly because He knew that the greatest in grieving would be in you. Forever you will be tormented with this and there is no excuse. Ever. Period and end of explanation.
Now watch the video again - watch the second slow motion version
Do you see God in this video? Maybe when you watch it again you will see Him as he witnesses everyones actions! Your childlike behavior only now you cannot press ctrl-alt-del as in the warnings He gave me to give you in the Mystery and her shorts included in higher but still infinitecimal in educations truest and most important understanding...simple writings to warn you of all you have ignored...
"Too Much Television" and "The Cathode Babysitter"
Both works available here and to you all since previous the turn of this millenium. "Please!!" say the angels waiting to end your existence!!
"Please!! Listen to this now and change!!"
And you that instigates these mostly good men and women in uniform!! It is not about color it is about power, control and fear. They fear you! Us!! We The People!! They are afraid of you and they do not trust you! You is Us...The People...All Colors, Shapes and Sizes! We must respect them as they must respect us!! Understand their first order of this power given them is to protect you and those who may be harmed by you! Can you imagine a world without them? I have seen our world with them disarmed and only in a place without arms could they lack the fear necessary to control you! They could talk or even only use the switch or the rod to scold you but given the things you have been given they must equal you and in this very heartbreaking example above, rise the greater power above you and gamble that they had made the right choice...only they do not have your far greater experience in these scuffles of the streets only those of us have lived sometimes lifetimes within it can understand. They don't realize that they could have stepped in and easily disarmed the assailant as the more powerful component in this scuffle because truly they are filled with fear...for the ones they are sworn in to protect, you and understandably so...themselves and their brotherhood. Respect is the answer! Respect first for human life and one another, respect for all life, respect not to be measured by color, stature or social-economic status! Respect one another for until you do and truly do will you then be able to even fathom what it means to Love One Another.... "The Shift"
And lastly...please read these writings and if it be the will of God and the Universe then you may have the Mystery as well...even if it leads to my death. Read the writings spilled forth here now and to come pre and post college, graduate school and throuhgout the painful puzzle pieces of M2...the most difficult as all of these. Read and fully meditate in your mind upon the warnings given then...post The Mystery and the pre-control-alt-delete era for there here in real life there is not reset buttons. Un-train your conditioned minds from this and do it NOW!! I have tried for decades to share this with everyone but they would not listen! This is the only way for you all to truly change. Stop speed reading everything! There is no purpose for you to be "Self Producing" as to an asset to the world until you change. Until you meditate upon these things and project yourself into the fullest of understanding them. Here is an exercise for you to do this. Read slowly and meditate on every word and sentence...if it be music, listen to every note and inflection of the human element giving to you their energy and purpose...and when observing the art and science in everything with your most precious of senses...SEE what is being shown to you and strip away all of your preconceived notions of any kind and just see things for what they truly are. Not what you or others have pre-painted for you to see but what your spirit can see. Then add the "Self-Conviction" that this lowly scribe tried as his best to share with you and will continue to do so should that be the creator of loves next direction for me. But here and now this is not and has never been about me...it has been about We!!!!
Do you see the officers hands in the video? What do they bring to your mind? Where have you seen this before? They have now been programmed after the adolescence where you have seen this...only here and now they are in this for REAL! They are filled with the fear pushed by the responsibility to control the situation with action or suffer a mistake costing them a life....only now it will not be one that can be reset with the flick of the thumb controller....but the ultimate price of living and not knowing at all the cost of the most live ending death of all. The death onto ones spirit for taking the life of another.
Do you see the girls filled with the anger and adrenaline now intensified by the presence of the officers? There is nothing that can stop this except what could have been by saving the death weapons for only the last resort. The girls are now even more intensified as the feeling of a false sense of security comes over them but it is still fear. Fear that their purpose of expression will not be fully realized until they have pushed the situation nearest to death as possible. They stop caring and only the true antagonists know who they are and only by the methods of true and honest meditation upon self conviction can it be realized. For a moment they are hero's in there own mind...torn between the comfort found in their own in which they continue to divide as to reason for this escalation and the one now appointed judge jury and exocutioner to be the one in complete power...and both this desperate and angry man and this desperate and angry young, precious child of God are both willing to lay themselves down as the ultimate sacrifice. A terrible and avoidable sacrifice YES TRULY to this that can be changed SACRIFICE...to their cause and a horrible and highest in responsibility yet allowed to continue to its highest is the "who" that should be convicted and stifled out of existence is the media. For her causes in relation and lesson here were fed by the fuel of this guilty party allowed to continue feeding anger and justification for her self torn and terrified heroism unto her death. And his that leads only to the even worse death being the forever torment upon his spirit.
There are only two true divisions here and they are this...the division of right and wrong and in this example above there are no rights....only wrongs.
Its time to see the one entity in this picture who knew this and only by observing the way described above shall humanity begin to make the changes necessary to right the wrongs.
There are good and beautiful people in every uniform of skin and every walk of life...learn this for it is true and the only way for our human race to continue.
Look, Find, See, Feel and Learn!!
Slowly and Sincerely!!
Then apply what you learn...here and now.
Do you see God in the video? Watch it again and if you truly open your heart, your mind and free your spirit in the right way...before these things ever happen to you...you will see Him in it.
He is sitting right there next to the girl who is now laying lifeless in the street.
He witnessed everything and in all of his innocence his heart was breaking for you.
His heart was breaking for all of humanity.
And then this little spirit carrier did his job....and removed her from this horrible, heart, mind and spirit crushing scene.
Look again...he's right there...a little spirit carrier...seek him with your heart...find Him....and learn his ways.
It's time to change our world people
Love, joseph
M2:The Spirit Carriers 4.24.2021
1. Hopefully here in this 21st year of the 21st Century we can begin to reflect on our time here on planet Earth and judge each ourselves to make the adjustments necessary to continue to thrive with it rather than against it. After all....it is truly our greatest gift from God
...to Actually Teach, Learn and Treat Illnesses
Artists
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Sincerely,
The Mystery
The M Path's
M1 The Light - M2 The Dark
M3 - Where Are We Now
(The True Stories...Yes)
The Shift
As the bumper sticker came crashing through the windshield it was as a wrecking ball hitting me in the face. Shattering glass and the image of the the starship enterprise engaging her warp engines and going to light speed is the only thing that can give visual to how this looked to me. This trance of supernova level enlightenment made everything crystal clear as would be again in Boulder with Jesse as the character profile for Angeline was written. But this was the original time as needed for the writing of the Mystery but not the first time in my life as that was in the "half lit hallway" that we will discuss when that needs to be flourished to completion. How heartbreaking that this amazing enlightenment and all the incredible things that could so evolve forward correctly the human race be so violently distrupted by the negative energy only understood infinitescimally by surfing quantum knowlege to the limits only restricted by not our individual gifts but restrictions placed upon our consciousness by unconsciousness programming until conscious orders are carried out and our vying for position of imagination is destroyed. How many times have I suffered this corruption of my ability to change the world? And more importantly how many times have we as the collective of such a beautiful and wonderous human race let this same corruption keep us from our full potential? Let this resonate in your being for a while later but hold the thought behind where we shall now in understanding of this go back to the beginning of this paragraph and continue.
Coming back to the plane and frequency that was like the playschool reasons for the continuance of my presence for laters purpose, be in Maui Hawaii converging the SRC to the HRC of frequency transmission as was the underlying massively important purpose for what was my actual job as a young man and now so many stories later again. I opened the door shaking the crystallized spatter of the bumper sticker supernova off of my face. "What the hell is this" I said to myself as I rubbed my eyes and walked closer to the vehicle I parked behind that held this three by eight inch celestial bill board that "ripped my head off" (M1) as it crashed through the windshield. I looked around and then noticed the store right where the car was parked. My worktruck parked directly behind it. A 1989 ish all white with a single blue stripe down the side Dodge Dakota labled Chronicle Cablevision truck #1 seemed not to matter at all nor did the convenience store I originally stopped there to visit. No...the universe didn't want me to go into that store and down that M2 path noooooo no no no....it wanted me to go into the store next to the car with the bumper that smacked my face with the supernova...yea oh yeah ohhhh definitely yea.
Approaching the chosen store there I was somewhat nervous because of the home run that bumper Luisville sluggered my face with, but I grabbed the door knob anyways. It was an old store like the others on the block in the little main street that held this magical revelation in a little town called Makawao, in Maui Hawaii USA. As I moved it inward and open the creak was comforted by the little bells upon it that chimed a warm glow into not only my fear but more closer in understanding here for you...that of the "half lit hallway where my guardian became my angel" (The Mystery). "The Light" (M1) filled the room and as I slowly went inside the room went to slow motion and the crystals danced their lights reflection of off each other and the others creating a scene that could only be found in the most beautiful imagination of the film "What Dreams May Come" (Robin Williams). The dream catchers were like celestial angels floating through the beautiful space that was created by the heavens just for me and the smell of what must have been Nag-Champa filled the Higgs field with a completion of all senses becoming one.
Then she spoke
A girl in a long black dress spoke to me from behind the counter far across the room
like the unspoken words of a flawless human named Mary in the chapter of The Mystery: His Eyes
Yet now so much more fearfully....comforting....this time and this time not a dream...she now spoke aloud and alive....
I know why your here
The Shift - Shall Continue
WHERE IT ALL BEGAN
Adaptations from above Stories
Wings and Broken Wings
Fiction adaptations for Screen from the Vision based on the M Path testimonies of truth
The Burden Carriers
To be Continued - As this must be to truly free all from the bondage for that would be the end - Certainly
of our world
The Purgatory of
M3
Shawn Johnson of Red Rocks Church - A True Hero