A note.
Yes…the weave is done
But each day others outside of me are sending me pieces of information which link the Nri Igbo story of the Spirit with the Story of West and East…The Angelic story.
A young lady representing my little sister Harmony just sent me a message stating that she recently gave birth to a Son born on my birthday and on Thanks Giving day….
Her son is named Raphael After the Arch Angel Raphael.
Arch Angel of Healing..Love and Song.
Thanks Giving for Healing.
This has special significance to me because it informs and affirms where I knew I have been travelling through for the last 9-7 years.
The Realm of Spirit.
Nri Spirits, those of the Beautiful Ones, E.T as well as the East West Angelic Realms and the Celestial Heavens of China, and the realms Indian Pantheon of Gods, Native American…European Merlin Morganna…and all the realm of mind and Imagination.
This Links to the people I met on my way to this address of my host where for seven years and 4 .5/6 months a private conversation has been going on btw us and alone with my twin self.
Of aligning all the stories of the past to the present by merging them all to one.
As I mentioned I began the last leg of my journey almost 9 years ago from Agusta Georgia after writting the Creation Story of the Family of T.E N
The story which I wrote about the family of 5-5 called Creation Expression came down portals from the Source, the Full Circle. O travelling down 9 gates or Dimensions of stories to finally land on Earth as I..
(moving backwards through time and space of Existence O 98765432..1..)
Where thru each portal they enacted out stories from star trek to the the human created realms before manifesting down here to correct the weave they had first Created when they had first ascended from here (before man Existed) and they existed as Ethereal Awareness who came to the Rock to laid down the Energetic Blue print stories of human evolution.
Then moved upwards 123456789O to watch the play.
But on seeing the Distortion Mother Energy had asked them to descend O98765321 and move through humanity under cover as humans to correct and align the story to its true intention.
In 2004 December when I completed the manuscript I was aware that even as memory rose up in me dark shadows appeared in the apartment I was being hosted in on 33rd street ( See Nassim Harameins post of Star Dust code 3.3..C.C.)
I knew the dark shadows flying around my room witnessed by two other ppl J.Carey in his home and M.L in her home..were illusions who challenged the truth of the Beautiful version of the Creation story I had downloaded.
But I recognized it as the Truth by the Beautiful Energies and Consciousness which overwhelmed and who stayed with me till now which many ppl who met me affirmed and recignized as an Ethereal otherwordly consciousness that was apart yet apart from.
I believe they stayed with.me for the next ten years to prove that their version of the Truth was and is the one Truth of how it all began.
As I stated in 2005 the second leg of my New York journey began the very day the Pope John Paul Died.
April 2nd.
I came Back to New York via Elm street to Visit an Uncle called Uche.
The Name Uche means Energy of Thought…I did not see my Uncle but I knew I was in the Realm of Spirits of Nri and Western angels (the same thing) by seeing ppl like who looked exactly like my Grandfather, my Grandmother, my brother Nnamdi who was made into Lucifer rose in me, my aunt Ieasha as Clara star child was like Gabriel…
But the Western Story and interpretation had perveted them or defined them in roles which were not aligned with the Nri Igbo counterparts and not aligned with their True Personalities as I knew them in the Creation Story of the family of 55 Creation Expression or E Cause and Effect.
I see now I had to align the two stories or versions of the East West and Asia Africa Nri versons of the Spirits into one.
As I came down into Manhattan the first who I encountered was Micheal..
And he had the Consciousness and awareness of Arch Angel Micheal…Literally!
I remember thinking Oh No!
I had met in 2002 A David whose arms could morph into wings..and who literally had my brother Nnamdi’s memories..Right down to how I had hugged him the last time and the memory of how he had died. But he was still in the Jesus memory (recall my brother Nnamdi was born on Easter and passed on Easter and regarded by all as special child)
I had a great aurgument with him seeking to remind him that we came from a story and truth that went story which he would recall.
But the J.C story and our story as him having and knowing that we had been literal brothers, and his awareness of him and I as Spirit E and Devi took a toll and I knew that I had to get the proof for my brother twin so that he could come back to the correct correlation and link of memory…
The Spiral steps of dimensions he could walk upon to recall the Truth.
And so I found myself knowing there were Angels in America like my own twin who walked the Earth..who were drawn to New York which the movies replicated these stories more accurrately than most could imagine.
But because of my refusal to acknowledge the duality or war btw Angel and Demons which prevaded David Nnami Universe…He began to doubt his own sanity.
I was his brother, that he knew without a shadow of a doubt but was I on the side of the Angels or the Lucerferian Angels since he saw my refusal to see them as anything other than part of the family.
Until his hurt and confusion as well as the whispers of those around him especially certain females who reinforced his angelic truth erupted in his rage with me and hurt so violent that I was literaly cast down into Hell
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Literally.
All this played out in Hell of New York city…under the sleeping Metroplis nose.
It was a gut called Gabriel who loved me and came to me on the Hell hole I had been condemned to in a place called Westchester…
But a horrible place.
Where the man I had moved into one of his Buildings ended up being a literal demon who set a trap for me to move into a place so terrible in the middle of Winter that the niegbours would stare at me each day I emerged clean and well groomed ready to go dowmtown where I worked for Micheal James the party promotor.
I was introduced to the Demon (a literal one not family) by a Micheal.
And all the Angelic line of David in New York shunned me as if in obedience to the consciousness of David Nnandi who wanted proof that his beloved brother had not betrayed Father to become Lucifer…the Fallen Angel…
Oh Boy..they woke up in the wrong story.
It was the intervention of an Old Jewish man who was also under cover who saw me on the streets after David raged at me and I was cast out of the home He and I and his girlfriend had been hosted in by Naim the 12 son of a shiek who looked like the character in the Old version of the Movie The Thief of Baghadad who had been awake to the point of knowing that David was in the wrong story. But had told me my clarity was too much for David…
So it was I who was cast out and sent back to the Demon place.
The Jewish man had seen my in my turbulation on as I walked down University Street and stepped in my past and made a sign at me infront of everyone that was not of this world.
He held two fingers tensely to his eyes and just held that pose blocking my way in the middle of the street till he finally got my attention.
After five minutes or less…He knew I had left my anguish of meeting my brother after a life time of searching for him only for him to banish me to the realm of Hell for not trusting if I had abandoned the mission by embracing the Dark Angels…A story not real just as the story of J.C.
It was a character in a script we created…I kept reminding..
You got lost in the role..
We don’t have kings and Queens and Gods in our realm remember? I had told him…
But it seemed everyone like the idea waking up to find that they are special or an Angel…
Anything other it seemed other than being of here…Human.
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