"Visions and Possibilities .. you decide"
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"A Deliberately Oblique Blog"
4am comes early but it is the normal waking hour for this author. Other worlds and dimensional realities seek attention, and have for years. This is what drives my passion for doing what I do. This morning was no exception and so let me tell you a story.
In the atmosphere of Earth there lives a massive ‘cube,’ for lack of a better description. Perhaps it has been here for centuries. It is large enough that the Earth could fit inside. I suppose we should be thankful that the task of putting it there never occurred. This cube is of a different dimensional frequency and therefore is difficult, if not impossible to see. The primary color, if you were to give it a descriptive term, would be indigo. But angles of vibrant, deep, royal blue can be seen when light touches it.
The cube drifts silently in the air, seemingly innocuous. It has the name of IXS. If you say the name out loud and it sounds similar to something else, that would be a mere coincidence, even though there is no such thing as a coincidence. I would have normally told you that the cube drifts in space like a silent nemesis, the worst enemy Humankind might ever have to deal with. However, as I watched the comings and goings, it was clear that the power of the past had faded. It seemed, perhaps, that a war had been waged, a war had been lost, and packing it in was the best decision that could be made now. Feeling no danger whatsoever, I lingered a while, gazing in through the ‘windows,’ watching the crew and the goings on. As I watched, my mind was filled with what might have unfolded in the past. There were clone-like entities, stand-ins, Beings who were placed in particular Earth-situations when it was necessary. There were arbitrators, those who negotiated with Earth’s ‘leaders,’ those who were in governmental positions around the globe and capable of manipulating the reality of ‘the lower classes.’ (their words, not mine)
I noticed a group of Beings who obviously, judging by their demeanor and the obsequious behavior of the others around them, held positions of authority. They stood, expressions grim but resigned, discussing the failure of their efforts and the (in their words) ‘leaking in of the truth.' They glanced up and watched in silence as several Beings in black suits came up from what apparently was a darkened stairwell. I knew instinctively that the stairwell led down to a docking bay. These Beings, at first glance, looked like humans but within seconds it was obvious they were not. They glanced quickly at the ones in authority. One shook his head his head in apparent disgust. I watched their silent retreat down the darkened hallway.
I won’t apologize for the big grin that came over me. Having been in ‘this fight’ since 1974, I didn’t even want to pretend that I wasn’t gleeful. I turned back to gaze at this planet. The energy grid, the energy itself, was different than I’d ever seen it before. There were, indeed, ‘leaks’ in the energy field. On closer inspection, the energy gridwork that would stabilize the energy of greater truths being able to make their way through the deliberately laid gridwork of lies could be seen. I’d watched the illusionary, controlling gridword begin dissolving in a much greater way, beginning in 1998. But it was clear now that a large hurdle had been leapt. The energy of truth was going to become rampant, galloping across the Earth’s surface like a wildfire out of control. I was ecstatic.
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In a meeting earlier in the week, aboard a Craft that I had been visiting, there was a statement made. In the statement was the mention of a new ‘job title’ for some who had come in Service to the planet. The ‘title’ was ‘Universalist.’ One who no longer walks between worlds and realities, wondering what is true and what is not. One who has, through extreme efforts learned to overcome the effects of ‘human reality.’ One who has immersed him/herself in the energy of Universal Truths that override what is apparently ‘true’ (because of its tangible nature). A comment made by the Commander still rings in my thoughts. “There can be no argument, there WILL be no argument, about what is true and what is not, if one is talking about Universal Truths. Every question asked will come back with the same answer, without any degree of variation. The equivocation, the imbalances caused by illusions, will cease to exist. This, my friend, is one of the keys to Universal Harmony. One of the main keys.”
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