8:56 a.m.
4-6-2018.
Hello…
‘Nesa Aprila, that is a beautiful name.
I do not know, ( or I suppose I do), why I went to the meaning of the comment of my last post, which was an advertisment for a film.
I had no idea what I really was going to post, but I know I was going to say.
N.A is an OiNRi Igbo word, it means to link join Na
And also go home.
You have to remember, that this is someone else’s Expression I am translating, using and combining the sum total of my Awareness Stimulated, A.S. to decode.
The name ‘Nesa’ means ‘miracle’ in Hebrew.
Head land, Promontory’ in Norse
‘Butterfly’ in English.
‘Very Holy, Lamb’ in Greek.
Aprila- To Open’
A Miracle! The Headland Promontory,the Transformaton through the Butterfly Effect of the Very Holy the Lamb,
I see Land…
Extra Terrestrial,
to link the Eternal Truth to Natural Awareness to portal is open to see and land.
The F.O.G has finally cleared.’
Toby-chyke Aniakor!
Lord God, the Father is amazing, father is power, there is no scarcity of land to land the truth on the universal body.’
Yesterday, I reached a point of realizing that I have gone so far out of my true Nature of Being, to complete this equation.
It has been 29 years and for months since I have seen my mother.
And I have had to adapt myself to situations, people and even ways of being which the Script and wave, as well as the cause and effect of my body, and not having documentation has led me.
The Shelter and working out of a Starbucks, has to be the last straw, but finding the codes in Coffee cup numbers?
And having money used against me, my body, societies conciets and prejudices…?!!
The reality is that the Evolution Awakening is True.
Humanity has evolved to not only read the literal blue print of Nature as well as universal existence, but also have it respond.
Publicly in front of the Entire world- for any fool can percieve that something has been responding to my posts other than you the public.
What has been disurbing is the subject of the conversation and the very real war, battle to hear this conversation and realize that the very thing which is moving your life to… live in such a way, to go to such unsual portals, demanding that you sacrifice and even pass through the portals of Existential Hell, moving you through the reamls of insanity, madness-the pit of Humans ‘Being….
..through the years, my greatest struggle had been just how far I was being led, it made me more and more nervous and questioning.
You have to remember though, that this was never about vanity, to solve a riddle, make a discovery, I was already fully aware and in full Memory all my life, I just kept my awaress memories to my self.
I told no one that I remembered what I have come to realize was my story of origins how everything manifested.
But the fact is I did not know what my memories signified, it was simply my awareness, and my memories…
And you have to remember that a literal wave, pulled me so forcbly in this direction that as early as my arrival in London, and leaving my sister apt in Queens Park, I began to note that I was being tugged, pulled and then by the time I moved to Paris, it was a full on Tsunami, which really unnerved me…
Whoa what is this, what is the hurry? was one line I wrote in 1991…
I became aware that I was being led, and the struggle came from trusting where it would lead me, curiosity to realize that it was leading me through a path of my Secret Awareness, and my quiet private truth of looking for my family.
Jon would often comment to me, the way you look at people sarach their faces, you are looking for someone…
I could not tell Jon or anyone, I am not sure why, nor could I explain or tell them how I really saw, what I really saw… despite their delight what many desrcibed as an E.T personality…
Different.
So perhaps you the public may understand why the struggle, to hold onto that which I knew,which seemed to be one moment the way of adapting to this reality, or holding on to that which I knew and recogbized as my own Inner Truth manifested outside of me and pulling me along.
It was for the Love of that family, that Existence and the eventualy sharing of it with the world, with humanity which moved me forwards more and more as I investigated the solidness of Its Truth Existing within me.
And my observing the way the Music, the inner music of my World inside, manifesting outside as I found the action of moving with it unraveled within me, naturally the depth of memory of the Origins of the Species which up to a long time, was simply my World.
But my world I began to recognize and understand as the Journey, the Adventure was forcing me to Spill the Beans – unravel more and more details of what I knew, what I recalled what I realized I was being compelled to recollect more and more of what I knew, the more I followed the way and waves of my Cee.. Conscious Perception..the way I see…
Link…
The adversaries, or obstacles became catalysts to reinforce the truth which I finally fully recollected in 2002… and then the total recall of the beautiful passed as the Story of the Family of TEN.
I understood of course, through the years that I was reading, see, percieving the Mind Heart and Spirit of The Creator.
And there are no words to describe the Love, the Awe, the Honor I felt, while at the same time cautious, because of the way I had been wrested away from my own chosen path and being led away from my way of being….
I loved with all my heart all my mind all my Spirit the Beautiful Truth which was unraveling, unfurling through me,
I loved my nieghbor as myself more and more despite being continually cautious and aware that something was wrong with the way people behaved outside.
I understood that my Truth, my own awareness, my memories were being forced out of me through movement through this adventure and I went this further and furher because the value of it manifesting for the betterment of all the species, all existence I felt outweighed my own desire to live the way I wishe to live,
And yet, I could not fully trust it, because of what it demanded and how it moved me, especially on forcing me to come to New York.
By age 33 I was tired of it…
That is when I was given the ultimatum to come to New York,
I truly saw that there was no real choice but to come here when I saw what my refusal manifested.
Once again, the lure of my world manifesting outside, it being present in people, outside of me, the suffering and misery of people who I felt were suffering needlessly, made me once more follow the wave despite my missgivings..
This was not the way of the Beautiful Truth but I recognized mt Song Music Dream rising, and nothing could have excited me more, despite my being aware that it was also a Lure…
As I were some big fish being lured by a line, a fisher man rod, pulling me with all my hidden knowledge out of me, which surprised and delighted me as my Dream became more and more solid here….
Despite my misgivings, because I knew that there was a better way.
All that I have done, solved, endured, surmounted… shared was for one reason only which was to get Home…
And sharing the knowledge of my. home, even proving it real.. which struck me as strange and diabolical- because why must I prove my Home real to you, and if it is also your home, then why did You forget, and why should I have to convince you.
Why must I be stopped and delayed and even imprisoned if after I had sought to share the way home and you are stuck in fear?
Is there not a saying that Time waits for no one..?
I did not mind sharing my knowledge,of the way home, I did not mind the delays of a longer way to help clarify to others theway way home should they decide to come home.. or investigate the World I described Beyond the Mountain and beyond the notion of I have a Dream..
This was not a dream in the sense it is currenty used, it is like taking the subway to 14th street then to Spring street where I used to sit comfortably.
Home was, is, a destination and I knew the way, which was, is through the true meaning of the word Dream – Joyous Music
i have been on my way home and delayed, and delayed, and dealyed.. to prove that it is real? Placed in a maze and riddles and quizz and questionaire and prison, and dungeon, and Hell and Library and Musem and Labyrinith, and stories of Humans, Humanities point of views and held hostage and tortured and then mocked stoned crucified..
All because I was placed in a Script which forced me to prove to those who had forgtten that they had a home and that they had the map within them and that they had the same knowledge I had if they reached for it…
It did not make sense…
It does not make sense…
And then the length it has gone, this Script to make me prove to You, that I am telling the Truth…
And then here to a shelter, to starbucks to taking away everything even my bodies comfort, leaving me after all I have already been through in a Shelter in the Bronx and in Star bucks in a play of pyschological torture, constant scenarios of paranio, schiziophernia, psychopathic, delusions…
This is crazy…
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