Inside the Library of Alexandria – The technology has improved
May I share? I’m bursting over here and need to let some air out of the tire.
I’ve lived several periods of my life in poverty. In between jobs. At university, as Michael is aware. (1)
At one point and before meeting him, I moved into the Downtown Eastside to see what I might be facing at age 80. Say, that’s next year!
It wasn’t all that bad. Ordinary people needing to make it. The drunks and shooters kept to themselves.
I really don’t know what all the literature is about saying Vancouver has the worst downtown, etc. There’s one block (“the block that never sleeps”), which spills over onto either side for another block. But no one has to venture down there. (2)
Away from that and all was fine for me. OK, OK, once I had to fight off two fellows from outside the building who were harassing the manager. No big deal. I dragged one out by his hair.
But I never would have considered starting a lightworker blog, dedicated to fighting the cabal (as it initially was) and to publicizing the purpose of life (to know who we are) – AND run the whole operation on donations? What? Are you craaaazzzzy?
Apparently not.
Bigger, smaller, up, down and here we are. I am amazed. And we have only you to thank for it.
I don’t care how anyone else might see it. Dang, I never envisioned this. And I wouldn’t have dreamed … what arose from it. What a great fire a little match can start.
And the comradeship. Of the original gang of 13 of the Nova Earth Foundation, only four remain – Suzi, Kathleen, Karen, and me, with Sitara joining us shortly after and Digger and Catherine now with us. I love you all.
We got across the finish line together. OK, OK, we’re nearly there!
And there’s so much to look forward to.
My own heart opening – as distinguished from the one we’ll all soon have – has shown me that all rewards of any significance are inwards – they are inner; they are felt; they are variations of love; they prove to be all we’ve ever wanted. We seek nothing else having won them.
Still more?
Yes. Rich, poor – love satisfies all, and soon will be available to us all at our request, forever, in limitless quantities.
To die for. Except, if ascended, we will never die again. And I no longer care who doesn’t believe me.
On behalf of all of us here, I want to share our deep, deep gratitude for allowing us to express ourselves in this way: To build an edifice of knowledge, much of which has never been known before by many of us or anyone else. When did you last speak to an extraterrestrial? An archangel? (3)
This work will never be complete. I know you’re going to think me crazy for saying this (although I’m getting used to it), but as one who taught at the Library of Alexandria in a past life, I dedicate this small library to them in recognition of all the earthly and divine knowledge lost when you were burned to the ground.
Thus began an assault on knowledge that continues to this day. But it soon will end.
I feel complete. My heart is grateful to your heart for caring and financing this voyage. And what a wonderful, memorable voyage – with you – it has been!
Footnotes
(1) “This one has known scarcity and he has known abundance.” (Private communication of Archangel Michael to Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, July 13, 2018.) From washing dishes to Member of the Immigration and Refugee Board, I’ve lived the extremes.
(2) But I lived away from that block and saw much less of it than Kathleen who volunteered just around the corner in a women’s shelter. She’d have more to say on the subject and would be a better witness.
(3) Haven’t? Read these pages. When did I last speak to an archangel? I don’t need to. One gave me a manual for life. And when I have the time, I’ll begin to tap into that wonderful resource. Maybe when I retire…..