Well, kinda
Monday
I want to apologize to you for being so screechy in my article on stopping the tariff war. Suzi is giving me lessons in writing in a way that communicates difficult topics without singeing the hair. I will do better. A promise made is a promise kept.
Earlier I said:
“However, before it began to recede, [the rash] turned a further shade of dark brown like dark rum. The word ‘necrotic’ came to mind.”
I’ve said to you earlier that living from birth to (near)death is advantageous for me given what I know about my next assignment. Michael has said that this Ascension, as wonderful as it is, is only a warm-up for that one.
Archangel Michael: You will have a choice of planetary systems. This is just the warm-up for that Ascension. It is to bring a further rise of vibrations to those throughout the Universe. (Archangel Michael in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, Sept. 13, 2011.)
But so long as the deep state operates, it wouldn’t be smart of me to say more than that. The deep state runs on ridicule.
But this background does explain why I’m welcoming the experience of the illnesses and the results of them along with everything else. This knowledge will help my understanding and compassion later on.
And I’m not going anywhere. Along with others, I’m what’s called a pillar. When we ascend, the pillars go last, close the lights, and shut the door.
That’ll be the end of the Third Dimensional experiment on Earth. What did the Lord Arcturus say about it?
“The old third … was really quite disastrous.” (The Lord Arcturus in a personal reading with Steve Beckow, through Linda Dillon, June 12, 2019.)
My body, speaking its mind, quite agrees.
Monday
I’ve received a number of emails asking about my condition. Let me answer here.
I find myself in a situation I’ve known two other times in my life. Once when I was near to collapsing and once when I actually had a nervous breakdown, from overworking myself. On both occasions, I let go of everything.
But, when I did, a wave of fatigue overcame me. It was as if, when I released my grip on things, that which I was repressing rushed to the surface. (Or lethargy, one or the other.)
The same thing is happening now. I sleep and sleep and, when I get up, I’m weak and unbalanced. And then I sleep again.
But I’m also learning a lot in the meantime about what works and what doesn’t work in our individual situations or with our national governments.
Meanwhile, I know April 2, Liberation Day, is coming and it’s the worst possible time to be sick.
I’m going to do everything I can to report it. It may take the form of an update or posted articles. Will it be the anouncement of G/NESARA?
After that, I’ll return to convalescing.
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I can say this now because the worst is over. My rash is receding. But, in the process, the part on my mid-riff turned red, at which point I began looking for a doctor and couldn’t find one. (I now have an appointment with a walk-in doctor a week from today!)
Then it became magenta, like Port wine, at which point I began to receive help and directions from Michael through a mystic (she did it as a favor and, sadly, only works with a small circle of friends).
It was that or the Emergency Ward. And I’d much prefer the mystic.
I now knew what I was fighting and, for the third time, I tossed over all the medicines and ointments (but one) I was using and started a new regimen.
However, before it began to recede, it turned a further shade of dark brown like dark rum. The word “necrotic” came to mind.
That scared the living daylights out of me – not because I’m afraid of dying – whooppeee! 200 years off. But because I’d be letting down the Mother. I have more work to do.
As I remarked earlier, I’ve had some version of this rash since 2012. I asked the Mother about it in, I believe, 2016 and she said I was itching to get to work.
And the rash at that time may very well have been about that. I was indeed itching to get to work. Disclosure, Ascension, the Reval – you name it!
But somewhere along the line a hitchiking parasite took advantage of the situation (1) plus a fabric I was wearing that I was allergic to was causing inflammation. So the rash really took off.
No cream or ointment (excluding the parasite treatment) that I tried before worked. AND I did not know at that time what I was battling.
It’s like with so many medical conditions, until you know what you’re battling, it’s hit-and-miss with the remedies.
But now, after all this time – thirteen years – I have a diagnosis and a treatment that’s working. … And the last word on it came from beyond. (Note to self: Add that to the list of miracles.)
Footnotes
(1) My brain is working at full capacity right now but I may be forgetting some details. My wife put me on to the parasite side of things. I take a once-a-week treatment for that. I assume it’s working because my itchiness thereafter went away.
Monday
The skin rash is receding, which means it was an allergy.
But I myself feel pretty well drained from weeks of handling it. I’m going to need a few days off to recharge my battery, by your leave.