7:06 p.m.
7:08 p.m..
7:37 p.m.
76.. 78….
My computer just shut down…
737 is the time it came back on… But I recall the original code times, and noted it because there is a man who was on my extreme right sitting opposite a girl, who the moment I began the post at 7:08 p.m ( linked to the Sacred Portal which Appeared on my Face Book Memories even before the Scared Portals 147 A And 147 B, which I shared..
She said her year of birth is 1987 and he had responded that his is is October 26th, 1978…
Yes, 78/ 87…
Nasa Classification of the Universe as M.W 87…
a Classification code I had found myself, prompted by this Script and this Playing Field of 16 years, back to symmetry
MW 78/87…
Besides me is Robert he was in my Left and now, has moved to my right…
We are seated on the Metropolitan section of this Cafe.
Yesterday he told me that he had a Pain in the Neck…
I have the same pain in the neck, I told him which is more like a Yoke and a Harness which has been pulling my entire physical body, muscles bone, organs tissues and everything out of Harmony…
I told him that it was empathic, in that he is dealing with people illusions.. Their Bullshit.. their Illusion.. people dumping on you…
I have been through it for 16 years…
25 Years…
I knew when it began. it began with my sister and Mother, who had questions, riddles, which I found that I had the response.
And it was natural because they would Get It immediately…
But this Script of my life had transformed me into the Toilet of People, who I was lead to and whom I was literally confined in a Script and role, a straight jacket of having to play that role…
Correcting their illusions, their beliefs, solving their riddles. solving the riddles of existence..
When each knew better, they just enjoyed holding onto ridiculous beliefs which made no sense to even them, which they liked because it was a Delightful Delusion and Lie of Extreme Insanity… Which they liked and which allowed them to torment and torture those who are Sane…
What I later gathered was intentional, and which is why most of societies and cultures have created stories in religions which just exploit this concept and just torment others….
The way to drive others who are sane to become insane.
Larry had come and asked me look after his stuff while he went out, then he came back to ask if I had a moment that he wished to speak to me, about a problem he had…
I said No…
He was so startled…
And I was startled by just how much people had come to expect me to solve their riddles, because of this Script which had placed me so wickedly in that role that I have fought all way and means to escape it…
Then I was bound.. literally bound to this Role which I have protested and fought vehemently for most of my life…
But the script the wave set me up, in a manner that till this moment in Delta Manor…
It was never about the world using me as a public toilet to riddles and problems which never exists… Setting me up in this play to drive me or the sane, in sane.
It was about people coming home to the E after a journey through Human History, at which at this point in time, the Harvest of the Line of Energy who moved through Nothingness the to Naturalness through the idea of Nature ( The Story) would move through the portal which I represent… The E..
My Job was to be the reminder, the crossing guard, it was for others to cross through MY PORTAL….
But instead, the Script was flipped, and made it seem that I had to pass through their portal…
All because they refused to give up their illusions.
Holding up an entire Evolutionary Process by holding onto illusions stories…
Robert and Lisa Natalie Johnson are here, she is dressed in a Head Scarf very Orgami Like of the traditional Nigerian Woman.
But she looks so much like my Mother Line, the Nri the Beautiful ones who are a mix of Black and White…She is Tan…
Robert of the Beautiful Blackness and I know that the Nri people were the ones who held did at least guard the Truth of Evolving Consciousness…
My Grandmother, my Mother, My Bio Line were seen as too Advant Gard because they were always adopting new ideas.
The Igbo historically were like this, but then they became stagnated. You can see the same stagnation in all cultures and in the west and the Caucasian and Afro races, it has reached a point where the stagnation and the holding on to old ideas transformed the transparent pool of reflections into a fetid morass of disease and horror… A cesspool which literally made Evil as a solid form Real…
There is nothing and no expression which can redeem this story of making Evil Real… Of the Truth betraying its Source.
For this is what happened…
I do not wish to speak about this any longer…
Yesterday I wrote two Posts…
One at 3:43 p.m it was liked by 8 people… 8..
Elizabeth Clarizio Commented Twice….
On my phone the first three appear as Amanda Moree A,M
Elizabeth Clarizio E.C… and Bam Vega…
A.M…E.C….B.V….. Awakening Manfested… Emeka’s Consciousness Being Victorious 5th Dimension..
The next one was written at 7:28 p.m… ( my bio sister birthday)
It was liked by Edwin J. Chisom .. E.J.C….
Kristen Green…K.G…
Shane Michael Robinson Sr….S.M.R.S.
Flor Elena Medina… F.E.S…..
Look the first letters… E.K. S.F…
Emeka Kolo..
Sky Fall… Sensational Feelings….
A.M…E.C…B.V…..+ 5 .. 8 Likes.
E.K…S.F…. 4 Likes…
84… 19 84… That is my year of Birth listed on Face Book…
The People have spoken…
Who are the Victorious People… They are the E the Eternals Ones moving in all of you..
And it was they who I have been addressing, because they are your Beautiful Truth…
9:19 p.m.
And what they say counts…
Because they are the only Ones Who are Real and Exist..
And they Know me…
And they have responded…
9:20 p.m.
I.T.B…
I Truth Beautiful…
The Truth…?
Can only be Beautiful.. 20.. 2O… T.B.O..E…
The other is a Lie…
9:21 p.m,
I.U… It is not me…
Individual Unique… Are the E…Eternal Ones…
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