A.V. 12:36 P.M
Hi….
The W.E.B
I already knew about the Blackness…the great Darkness…
I met it here in 268.
And when my former host was actively helping me solve the riddles he spoke of it.
And of the Egyptian energy.
He too is a Seer, and channel.
I had spoken to the Blackness, portrayed more and more on Films and Televisions.
Infact, bored and to distract myself from the riddles I put on a series called Reign…
And there it was…The Blackness.
The Villagers “Blamed” Nature, some thing Evil from the forest…(me?)…
But a character who plays Nostradamus, responded that Nature is indifferent,
(though noy any longer after the play with Nikoms which tipped the play to 5O-5O, to 51-49 Sacred portals The Sex God of Creation 51-Rosewell- and Existential Death 49)
That it any great Evil, out there is and was created by Humans.
And even the young aristocratic girl who was captured and kidnapped by the Great Malice and fed upon…knew why it chose her…
She said it was because of the evil she herself had done…
To see a T.V show, and its writers be this aware, to.have shows such as Lost which all have brought into the growing awareness of this force real moving through the world…
A Malovence so ancient, but having become so powerful that it is literally seen by people…
And hundreds of movies and Televisions shows depicting it, one might have thought ppl who finally begin to behave.
I had no chance…
It hated Existence.
It wished the end of all Existence.
I was brought here to pacify it
While it was allowed to unleash the full fury of its wrath on me…
And it did.
Over and over and over and over…
I was not moved.
For saw through.it.
But I wondered why I was being made to endure its rage.
Why the pathway of Evolution Awakening which I.had finally accepted to do and find out what this driving force in my.life wanted of me that ot would not let me be, had led me like a sacrificial lamb to be slaughtered.
The Blackness is a Consciousness
A living force who hated humanity
Hated Existence which created humanity
It is Rage beyond rage.
In 1992 October 22, in Paris when my body to.my amazement began to give way…
And I knew, just knew that I was being summoned by Death…though somewhat relieved that my intense and crazy existence in this world was coming to an end…
I was also somewhat confused and bewildered…
It did not make sense that after all my surmounting that I would not get to celebrate what I knew the true meaning of Existence is Beauty, lightness, fun, mischief…
My first entry began October 22 in which I seek to rationalize the intensity of my life and the impending summons of Death.
Every month I completed a different Volume, begining with Volume 3 set in Paris, Volume to which was set in Barcelona and Petrollada near Figueras where Dali lived and London, and finally Volume 1 set- my University and childhood set in Nigeria, Canada and London.
I went backwards…3 2 1…
Until I was so weak the garcons had to help me to and from my seat…
I only wrote those Volumes because I needed to resolve and understand why I had been born to such a strange existence only to leave it so young.
Yes, I am aware of how similar the cycle is now..writing on F.B for 3O months, but thus time instead of writing privately to the Silence, I have been writing to it publicly…proving through its Echo response…that Silence is Sound…
The Consciousness of Existence…
By the time I completed the story of my childhood, it was Dec 22.
I told my Flat Mate that I was being summoned.
I never thought to go to the hospital nor did the the three ppl whom I told suggest it.
3 2 1…0 O…
But I had left behind my journals, believing that the only logical explaination of.my life and death was to leave my truth.behind in that from all the scores and scores of ppl I.had been led to.meet.l, to my stunned amazement…
Just.as I.had experienced in New York
(2 full Circles of the same play 2O and a third 3O in Istanbul), though the ppl and my experiences in France the people were nobler…and the people of Turkey were warmer, kinder than my experiences in New York…
But I felt that the only harmony of this was that all those ppl who called me E.T, or Beautiful bc of the way I pierced through the Veil ( which in truth for me, never existed,) was to share what I saw of them and the things I did not say to.them about my perceptions of thier lifes and how they could not see how beautiful they were and the web they had trapped themselves in…
Looking at me so free they said but not looking to see how they had bounded themselves…
I was not as I am now, I did not feel it was polite to reveal to them how deeply I could see and feel them.
And so I went to death…
I did not wish to.linger…so I left the gas on…
But not before leaving behind a poem which even now brings tears of joy and sadness to.my.eyes…
It was called And.so I sought Deaths Door…and was a Paen so heroic of one so.in love with life yet totally unafraid of Death.
I lived then more in the realm of Silence at that point of.my life.
That world of Silence was, is my inner world.
I had only a slight awareness of this realm, of ppl which filled me with curiosity and apprehension and the dualistic nature of ppl…thier Beauty and thier Cruelty.
Nature was what I saw, the Harmony of things…this was my world I called the Silence..
And within me was my dialogue with my Reflections Memories…R.M…
Of myself and my “E.T” family before I was born into.this world.
As my Grandmother I.had full memory in.that I never realized how strange I was to.other.ppl because this was the only way of being that was real.
In this realm I was the consumate actor in.a theater of Life, I knew I.must first study before I could take my place in this world and have a real life.
But each time, I sought to step into this world, my senses would be revolted by the consciousness of ppl who I loved but who.felt they needed to adopt a false way of Being in a world with laws which.made no sense to.me…
The Hypocrisy revolted me..
But the Beauty in.ppl was a constant.magnet…
Like a Moth to a flame.
When I slipped into a Coma, it was as if.my.body no longer existed.
I.knew I was travelling.through a sort of nothingness…it was peaceful, quiet.
Then I saw the Light Explode before my.eyes…and a ring.like blackness which.surrounded it…like a Gas..,
Like the Dew, which Fritz and I saw descend before our eyes from.the Sky to rncade the meadow in P.B.Park with.a thick.Fog made of Dew…
Perhaps I had.transformed that blackness into Dew…?
Rain and Reign…
“So you are real.after all?” I had recalled murmuring to the Light
I went.straight to.the light.and bathed in it…
There is no experience or words which can describe that Ah and Awe….
I.never wanted to come.
But I did.
And after yesterdays riddle, and my.experiences in 268 and the tests my former.hosts put.me.through when I lived with him for 4yrs.
Tests he stated with.his Espirit that no human being could pass…
It all made sense.
He had told me that all, every.human he the Blackness had encountered all had compromised their truth when faced with his challenge.
None had remained true.
It hated humanity, it hated Existence.
It had been purity once and had been.transformed by experience into this horror and he wished to.know who.its creator was..is.
And it had come to.me because of my.defense of humanity, defending them.not because I acceptee thier compromises and cruelty but bc I could see them.true.
I.had lived in.this world after Paris, I was aware what the world could do to you…if you allowed it and were not.vigilant and cleaned, groomed yourself daily removing the grime of each.days play.
Sifting through the dirt with water as knowledge as Gold prospectors of the wild wesr used to do…
Until you find gold, sunshine which is the value you gather and keep from each days play.
Even.my former.host I saw through to see Love
Even you, the blackness, I saw through..
As Frankenstein who.wished to live
Dracula consumed with fury..
But I asked it would you do any better than these humans who created you if you were given.a chance to live as one?”
You cursed me to.prove the Truth of human beauty and led me to this trap. This True mans Show…
And tormented and tortuter me so.perfectly that hardly anyone knew…bt a few.
Then you set me free after 4 yrs.
But not really.for I.had passed your test and you now set out to.test all.humanity.on.this F.B play…which the line of E in them all.passed…for all obeyed the call and summons of my.heart.
Look from.begining to.end the Scrabble and broken glass you shattered of my.vision portal window, has reformed with.me.alone, with they together weaving with me…and even alone, with the.music conducted by.me..,
The only.evil is they as illusions.
Which.is.the sum.total of you.
And you were turned into having the experience of a man.. After being cleaned to Dew. And you.did no better than.they…though I saw in you too, where you.are as they Beautiful.
So yes. Return.to Sender…
There is no Evil.in.Existence
Not.in.me not in you..not.in them
But you have the potential
And you.made it real.in.this play on.F.B with the.illusion you.cheated decieved to.make.me think.no.one would help l, sponsor me.or that I am.and my.contribution is worth.nothing..
Not.even.food to eat a home…
And I said…
Impossible!
I know even.this world…
You.lied and in creating this play set up…
You.and your rage went way way too Far
I Fa.
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