Gaza, 2023
In the days and weeks ahead, we’ll be seeing things we’ll wish we’d never seen.
And I’d like to talk to you about how that feels and what our situation is in preparation for that time.
Not only do we not already have the scenes in our minds that we may see, but they may not be there for a good reason, which we now find ourselves protecting and only violating “with good reason.”
The result is we may resist what we see. And later resist feeling again the way we felt. (1)
In 2018, I saw the results of things done, images and sounds that were not in my mind and, so, not in my imagination. Hideous, hideous things, that caused a NY cop, who was prevented from acting on what he saw, to suicide. While on retreat, I watched and heard portions of Frazzeldrip on David Zubnick’s Dark Outpost.
None of it was in my mind or memory beforehand.
Remember: Go draw me a mugwump. Can’t do it, right? Not in your mind’s memory and therefore not in your imagination – which is simply the mind remembering.
And we have a personal “dark web,” so to speak, where we keep images that are ordinarily censored, with a room down the hall full of horrors and devices we could use to make sure we didn’t see them or handle what arose if we did (like screaming, running, hiding, blocking our ears, or attacking.)
I’m telling you right off the bat, I won’t be describing what I saw so you can relax your “get up-tight” coping mechanism, if its light is flashing on.
This kind of torture, designed to get more adrenochrome from a tortured child, is definitely not in anyone’s dictionary or lexicon of horrors. Others have described it and I think they’re totally insane and irresponsible for having done so.
So what happens when you encounter the hideous, being treated in a blazé, even happy, manner by torturers? You resist. And how you resist is up to you. Scream in agony. Faint. Hate human beings. Think: “There’s no hope.” On and on and on, until you blanket it with lethargy and it disappears from memory.
Except when reminded, unwittingly or wittingly. But I assure you, what is generically revealed in Frazzledrip is where the trail of evil leads. Even predatory animals are not evil. Only humanity has that capability, that choice.
I’m not looking for heroes. Unless you have a need to know, don’t watch these segments of the programming. Or do and ask the Divine Mother, by the Law of Transformation, to transform any hideous images that you let in or that get by you to sacred ones.
Then there’s venting. There will be a need to vent a great deal after the ten days of broadcasts. Yell into a pillow. Beat the pillow. Go somewhere in your car, park, and yell your head off. Exert yourself: go swim or run a mile. Write down the feelings. Find someone who will listen without interrupting.
I still, to this day, nearly ten years later, cannot get the screams and images out of my mind.
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Take a breath.
I have heard of various ways that a child facing torture is taken care of. Archangel Michael says they are not required to go through it but are removed to their proper realm:
Archangel Michael: Children who are tortured (and this goes back to the very beginning) are in fact often, usually removed from their bodies and returned home because the separation that happens, the fission that happens when there is a level of torture of any kind, is too much for a young one to bear.
Steve: … Moved home permanently?
AAM: Yes, brought home. (2)
The circumstances vary from situation to situation. I haven’t the time to research the subject now, but I may later.
Certainly people facing death in violent circumstances are routinely removed from their bodies before impact, as Mike Swain illustrates. Mike is a South African lad who is about to die in a car crash. Since it’s a long quote, I’ll put it in footnote 4.
On the basis of that, I predict, from my studies, that anyone about to die from a shell descending upon them, for instance, will be lifted from their body before the moment of explosion and will not suffer the death of the body.
Again, if I have time, I’ll give references, but the simple way to follow up would be to go to New Maps of Heaven and read “The Darkness of Death is a Path of Light for Us” at https://tinyurl.com/ydsem9ma and the sections that follow.
Do I say this to make killing easier? To assuage our conscience in raining bombs down on Iran? No.
Karma, unlike human law, takes into account intent, motive. If anything I do or think is intended to cause harm to another, I will in future suffer that person’s harm and its effects to whatever degree is appropriate.
So if I were saying any of this to you for a selfish or evil purpose, it would come back on me. And where we’re going, neither you nor I can afford that kind of baggage.
Remember: There will be scenes that you won’t want to watch or listen to.
Don’t. There are viewers and listeners all over the world for whom those scenes are intended, people who have a need to know – first responders, doctors, nurses, judges, police, military, etc. But it may not be you (and, again, karma knows intent).
Footnotes
(1) I call these memories “vasanas” or core issues. I call them “vasanas” to link our western psychotherapeutic literature with Vedic insights. See:
- Vasanas: Preparing For Ascension by Clearing Old Issues at https://goldenageofgaia.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/Vasanas-Preparing-for-Ascension-R16.pdf
- Letting go of Social Vasanas or Collective Trauma at https://goldenageofgaia.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/Letting-Go-of-Social-Vasanas-v.-6.pages.pdf
(2) Archangel Michael in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, May 13, 2020.
(3) When there’s time, I’ll add the reference.
(4) Mike Swain: “I see a black car coming towards us. As it approaches us, I see this other car coming behind it. I can see this other car clearly, because it is in the middle of the road, trying to pass the black car.”
Nina [Merrington, the medium channeling Mike Swain] paused a moment, and then said: “The sun is glaring on the windscreen of the black car, and reflecting back into my eyes. I can see nothing but a bright silver radiance. It is blinding me.
“All of a sudden, the radiance changes from silver to gold. I am being lifted up in the air, out through the top of the car. I grab little Heather’s hand. She too is being lifted up out of the car.
“We have been lifted thirty feet above the Mini. And in one horrifying second, I see the little Mini and this large car collide head-on. There is a noise like the snapping of steel banjo strings. The little Mini bounces right off the highway, right over into the gravel verge. It is finally brought to a halt in a cloud of dust when it hits a giant anthill….”
Nina stopped, obviously too agitated to continue.
What impressed her listeners was the fact that [their son] Mike [who is speaking through Nina] had never seen the other vehicle until after the silver light had changed to gold. He and Heather had felt no sense of impact. They had suffered no pain. Just a gentle ascent into the air. “We feel vaguely sorry that this thing should have happened to them. And we both fully understand that we are, now, so far as mortals are concerned, dead.
“We are also both aware that a lot of people have begun to gather round us. They are dressed in glorious colors. We recognize familiar faces, the faces of friends who passed beyond the earth before us. We are still hand in hand; now, guided by the one who first lifted us into the air, the two of us sweep towards the skies. We drift above the two round hills known as the Breasts of Sheba.”
In heartfelt joy, the [parents] listened, transported by the fact that the passing had involved neither fear … nor suffering. (Jasper Swain listening to his transitioned son, Mike, speak through a medium, in Jasper Swain, From My World to Yours: A Young Man’s Account of the Afterlife. New York: Walker, 1977. , 21-2.)