The Story of Raphael Lucifer Erose against the Arch Angels of the East and the West Continued.
So it was yet another Micheal who I met as I began to second leg of my Journey.
I haf mey Nnamdi or one called David in New York who recently arrived from Canada who knew me…even more than I knew him at first.
One who showed me proof of Humans wings which to me were more evolution of our D.N.A…But he had the memory or woken up as King David and Jesus Christ which he had berm but he hsf forgotten it was a script created by our E.T family.
And I found myself banished and called the Evil one…or at least suspected of having betrayed my family of Arc Angels abd Later Creator Gods for the humans and the Dark Angels of lust in this play of Consciousness and Awakening memory played out right here under the nose of New York City.
Walking on the Subconscious mental maps and distortions of a script a book of fictuon meant to be a manual to truth.
I stayed with Micheal sleeping outside on his floor on the steps of Recon record company.
Where I.later mey Johnny Larkin l, Fritz and other members of the family I was sent to take them out of that consciousness created by.mans distortion of the Spirit Stories.
Micheal remembered we wete brothers…That I was beloved but he also would wake up as Either Arch Angel Micheal or One of the Boricua warriors of the Rainbow or even the Beautiful Ones of Christopher Columbus Named…The Nri ones who were the escaped Jamaicans…Spirits of Atlantis…or simply Micheal…of here and now.
In each consciousness he knew me as his brother but in the Consciousness of The Beautiful Ones which I had to so hard for him to reach he had the greatest memort. And on that level I saw my beloved brother the spirit that I no longer saw in my iwn blood brother who also took the name Micheal.
But most times he was Arch Angel Micheal…I healed him of a great illness. The one which I knew was not an illness but a condition whicj the western doctors wished to drill a hole in his head bc they said he was dying.
He was all he required was energetic Healing…Which healed him.
The Doctors called it a Miracle but he was fully awaje and aware and was grateful to me but not surprised. I was his brother from eons who had always lived and dotted on him..why would it be any dufferent under cover as humans for him or any if my briothers and sisters…
Except when the human consciousness of this reality overwhelmed them and they became total strangers to me.
And often so horrid a departure from their true selves that they appeared base evil vulgar…arrogant.
Such power in the human consciousness of this realm could not be tolerated…they became to powerful capable of great evil…not knowing the power they possesed within them.
But from him I was sent down the gladiators pit.
To Cafe Bean…I had nowhere to sleep but I knew I was here to meet some one.
Axel Anderson appeared his eyes and consciousness rising as he came and sat down and we began to speak.
He arranged accomodations at the Krsna place for me.
I stayed a week until so offended was I by what had done to Nnamdi as Ethers playful consciousness as Krsna I demanded to see the Head of the movement enraged with a fury that rose in me from beyond and told them Krsnas Truth and left them with a copy of the Story of the Beautiful ones…
A week later, my funds from my benefactor Axel Anderson depleted to where I became a dish washer in their kitchens to pay my eay.
I knew I was being punished not by Axel but by the Spirit of the play.
Next I was sent to 17th Street to Marianne a friend of Axels who was also awake but of the dimebsion of Nature and Alien Space.
From there I was shunted up to Hells Kitchen…Where I found a set up of my childhood and a woman with two children from Nri called Eneka and Nnamdi. The woman looked like my mother.
I stayed in Hells Kitchen for almost a year and fought a battle of Black Magic and which I countered with my own take on magic which used combination of ancient natural magic feng shui, beauty and object placement and vibration.
I was being attacked even by a black cat who was dying of Cancer…But I fought back the Dibias of Haiti and West Africa.
They did foul things to.me…very…forcing me to do things, attacking me in ways I thought impossible, even rape…but I fought back. In the end Hurricane Katrina was the result and A voodoo.. vast amount of Voodoo was uncovered on the roof of the Building..to the shock of the tenants…
Axel Anderson was there.
People witnessed this Micheal..The young friend of Goat O who did a documentary of me came and witness the whole lofy cleaned of all abomination as an Ancient Nri Priest would…
Then I was cast out of that place but not after transforming with energy my hostess back into a warrior of Mother.
I trained her and healed her and her will was great and she rose…
I had been through The Green Street Soho of Sue and the lost one, and used magic..to Skys place, to J.Careys place, the Vikings brothers place Isaac and Corey his brothers Bridget, Joshua Bowery poetry Cafe, Nikomas place..The Nubians place, I knew each place was a portal…
I was then sent to into the wilderness on the streets living in an alley.
Near a friend of Gabriel house Andrew…two brothers who had loved me when they were awake.
For sixty days I lived on the streets- the first forty in an Alley.
The Maps Sean Bono had given me- one a painting of my brother Nnamdi as a boy…someone he had never met but which he had drawm from his subconscious..and another a passage way btw three pyramids were stolen along with the last of my possessions and my Canadian Immigration citizen papers.
I knew this last journey there would be no Angels or Golden light or Dark, no Djinns no Beautiful Sister Queens of Clariry as the two who had told me by one glance that I was climbing up and descending on the third ramp of Dante Hell…No Meghan the one temptress so beautiful and of our radiance I was almost tempted to give evetything up for…but did not…
Here I was alone…totally so
only Nexus I saw…the brother who went too far after me following in my shoes.
Go Back…
But I would see him and he was the one hand of mercy on my terrible descent.
I knew that which ever portal I went to next was the deepest darkest if I had to go through such Hell.
Gabriel, Andrew Brian and his wife and new child…some of the star children I had met.
Joeseph Carey of the Royal Elves but they were becoming nore human grounding here more and more…
Sean Bono told me that there was a change in plan a diversion in the script…
E bright had recovered but also given me a message.
I was in the Alley and I was asked to prove I had no fear death and could pass through.
I had no fear just rage..I took the pills..blue pills a code number..Half the Bottle.
Axel testified to me that he felt me pass through.
I woke up..
I kbew even though everything seemed the same I was in a different dimension.
On the sixiethy day…I took a walk to encounter again Sean Bono on the way..
I knew I was going in the correct ditecrion…he was the Dark Angel Gabriel to my other Gabriel…
I was led to the lower East side…I was looking for the Corner stone which Sue of the Green House told me I must find before the Awakening could occur the corner stine and dimension of before man walked the Earth.
But I knew she was wrong..for I knew that I had the memory of the first being who walked the Earth alone…
Awareness in Being of Consciousness..the Ah Be Ce.
But I walked to East Fourth Street until I came to a Garden and the most incredible thing came over me..A rage of a Gorillia of all things.
Before I knew it I was standing in the middle ofbthe street hollering and pounding my chest…!
I could not stop!
Cars were stopping to Stare ppl…I marched into the Garden where there was a tent pitched over a rock inlaid peace sign.
I had a smooth black rock in my pocket that I carried around for days.
I entered the Tent and placed the black stone inside..
Only then did my sense of self return.
Behind me a good looking square cut man came up to me…His name was Isaac…not seeming alarmed by what he obviously had witnessed from a stoop with two other men one young and the other old, he told me gently that it was a private garden and I had to leave.
I was rattled deeply at what had just occurred…I tried ti explain but gave uo.
But something in his eyes…
I decided to buy him and the two other men (One of whom was about to call the police before the other intervened) on the stoop a cup of coffee
His name was A.E or Ishmael the other Isaac and the old man…was called Sage.
I knew exactly who their spirits where.
Some one had been counter weaving the true Version of the Beautiful Ones Story…
I was under cover…they were under cover…so we indulged in the pretense.
But I told them of my strange condition which they were not surprised.
A bit later A.E called me aside and asked me a question about his scupture.
It was of a tall brown person made of clay…standing on the top of a concrete ball representing the World.
The man was blowing a counch as if a call of the awakening.
But it had fallen and he asked if I knew why.
I gave him my response.
He asked if I would like to return in a couple of days to continue the conversation…
I said I would pass by tomorrow.
We said good bye and I walked away.
I knew I had found what I was looking for…
As I walked crossing over from Avenue B to A on 4th street, I happened to look down and etched on the concrete ground was the name Gabriel…
The same name in my own 2004 version story of the family of Beauty in which on the O 9876532 descent before eaching 1…they script is of Angel Gabriel peering down the worm hole portal about to descend in rage into this dimensions for what had been done to Devi Davids J.C Y.C truth.
And Rapheal shouting wait…its a trap before the story moved to two children lying under a bunk bed in Oldham England a boy and a girl of 2 and 3/4 peering up as light beings roamed the room where they slept.
The Next evening I went, A.E was not there but a young man called Raphael was.
He greeted me with recognition.
There was an event taking place in the Garden…a film was showing.
The Garden was filled with children of the lower east side and most stared at me with quiet and sometimed jubilant recognition…
I felt Good…
Later A.E Ishmael returned and invited me up…We began to speak…and converse…it lasted four years…
I asked Isaac a few days later who amongst you is awake…He replied bc I was out from under cover telling him I had already won bc I had been invited in.
He said two of is I and I
Ishmael and Isaac.
A few days later I saw my own beloved Gabriel just outside on the street.
He was still in this young mans body but he was leaving Gabby was becoming human.
He told me prove Darwins theorey of Evolution correctly…that is why you are.
Prove me wrong…
The last time I saw Gabby Gabriel was gone…he was just a beautiful young man now working for the mayor.
And So I know That the Story I wrote in 2004 is the Truth of the Beautiful family of 55 called the Spirits of Beauty by the Nri Igbo and the Christianity Islam…Arch Angels.
Finally aligned this day to proof that they are the same thing.
Raphael S. Born Thanks giving day 2013 November 28 my birth day..2(8) 16..P ..7 G
plus P G…A.E.
P.A.G.E…
The First Page the New Page the Clean Page
of Face is A Book…
A New Story has.entered the world…
The True Story of I.E
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Emeka Koli
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