Very interesting. Have you ever thought of being the solution, like a vessel of love ready to fix the world's problems, only to become disappointed when those dreams come crashing down?
I've come to a point where I think we're meant to have problems. It's a part of our development for what we'll become and make of ourselves. For some people I have a sense of accountability. A friend of mine for example, his family is extremely dysfunctional and for some reason my presence makes them all behave themselves and they have a deep love for me. They talk about things I've done a long time ago and say how they'll never forget. Aside from that, their extended family thinks highly of me too, that goes for their friends as well. Last year a new neighbor joined us for BBQ, and she couldn't figure out how or why everyone would shower me with complements, or call me the best behind my back, or go on about how I wear charisma on my sleeve. The Children would come to me out of the blue to show me something etc. They all refer to the Father as a nickname I gave him in the 90's, and it's become his identity.
It was actually making this woman sick how an ordinary person like myself is painted as so remarkable by the lot. It was like she was being forced to examine me and she never liked it.
I do detach myself from them but I'm not too far.
The Father is an old man and he was going on about how his feet is killing him at work, like his shoes are too tight and he has callouses on the side of his foot. So right there on the front porch, I let his feet soak in hot water and after awhile I took a file and clippers and started sanding and cutting away his callouses. I also clipped his long ass toenails. Long story short he doesn't complain about his feet anymore.
I don't abuse my standing with them, but there was a time the Father all drinked up and was nagging about his Son non stop, and It was killing the vibe, so when I asked him to stop, he did so with the utmost respect.
If you know that the education system, the young people, and the next generation is going down a wrong path, shouldn't we step up to fight for a better world?
The gender confusion nonsense ? I did ask my Goddaughter about that and she assured me there is some resistance when it comes that in elementary school.
I think the worst of it has already passed. For some time now we have University students with their retarded social studies courses which gives them a PHD in intolerance and ignorance. It's not only here but in other Universities where the students are SJW and demanding.
All these riots and shit. They are all students. 90% youth. Some of the professors are young too and they partake in protests, and often get their asses arrested for crossing the line and getting violent.
I do cringe at some of the things happening in the world but hey. There will be a hard lesson sooner or later. When we get older, we don't mess around as much because we're wiser. We notice we're brighter when we're 20 compared to being 10. This is also the case from 20 to 35+. When they are older they'll either wisen up, or they'll be in ruin. Either way they'll see people like how they are, or used to be, and they may or may not like it.
These days more is being revealed to the kids. Some will be conservative, some will think their parents are extreme or poorly misinformed which lead to their misery and tendency to vent over nothing, which in effect brings the children shame when it gets out of hand, or when the public finally puts the parent in their place.
I will be the barrier that will stop everything you are worried about, while you, well, you will be an oracle whose prophecy will never be fulfilled. Perhaps you need to spread the message more and convince them that this is serious, and the problem will go away. Who knows.
Spread what message ? I don't follow too many prophecies, the Trump prophecy up to this point has been dead accurate, from the time he announced he's running, the news truly was heard like a lound shot around the world.
There isn't anything I can tell anyone that they never heard, and I can see how preachers do annoy people so soliciting the Lord's message has an opposite effect. I'm not even out to help everyone cause I know what it really means to have that burden on my shoulders if I had the capacity to even do that, besides I know the Lord prefers it when people seek him as opposed to being programmed.
Have you ever tried astral projection, Spatial?
Yes. I write about that, maybe every year or 2.
To put it briefly, it turned into a physical/electrical/mechanical musical fest, which ended with an enormous 10 story tall cat like head with shark teeth and eyes scattered all over it's face coming at me. I fearlessly watched it approach me before an even larger magnificent silver and gold gauntlet with a spiked wrist ( this thing had to be divine ) came down and smashed that giant creature. The speed and sound of the fist is comparable to a butcher knife slamming into a cutting board. That thing was gone like there was no ground, and there wasn't, it was just that head and the fist. As for the metallic hand, with it's clenched fist the palm was facing me. With all the other things that happened, I do think what I saw was real, and about that hand, I don't know if I was being guarded by something else, or If I did that myself. Either was I was clearly guarded.
It's really no different than a vivid dream. One of the last supernatural experiences I've had happen to me was in 2014, and I kinda asked for it to happen. Before I went to sleep, I spoke it vocally and asked for to see something interesting, I gave permission maybe.
I ended up meeting who I think is the grim reaper. I think he meant to appear as such too. He had black skin, but it was dark dark dark grey, like the place was dark, but I knew his skin was grey, like almost black. He had a hood over just his head, and he was topless, he had a Bruce Lee build.
He stuck his fingers in my armpits with his thumbs on my chest and pulled me close to him and he rested his face on my neck. I wake up, and I can feel his grip getting tighter, he then let go after 10 seconds, which is a pretty long time, and he was gone, meanwhile I can still feel where he grabbed me. And we can really grab people by those chest muscles. 3 days later my Father died.
I do wonder about that experience. My Father was in another country at the time. Maybe it was looking for him and along some pipeline might have mistaken my soul for his, or maybe it was the warning, or maybe when it comes to my siblings, I'm next. Who knows. I also believe death happens in 3's and in 2014 two other people I know passed away.
