Happy Sunday morning. Enjoying my home like it’s a log cabin despite the defective HVAC duct I taped off. Many of my friends are saying “lawyer up” and sue the negligent landlord, because dear readers, I almost passed this week. A combination of my normally manageable sleep apnea combined with the fiberglass I breathed in, painful to expel from my body, to become a deadly mix that almost sent me to work on the other side. I became almost impossible to live with as my fear rose, as a few of my dear friends can attest.
Fear for my own life is not what made me so hard to get along with this week. I have lived a long amazing life at 61. I don’t really fear death. Fact is I practically welcome it as the dichotomy of tragedy like the Malaysian airline shot down this week with the positive changes happening in an awakening humanity are maddening. Rather, I lost faith and feared not being able to do my 50 year mission that began in 2010. What keeps me fixed to earth right now is my selection by ETs in 2010 as a connector to their wisdom and distinct instruction I must live until the year 2040 to help usher in an age of balance of the dark and light.
The air crash had me in tears this difficult week. I posted this to Facebook a few days ago:
How small this world is. One of my fellow SoulDrama trainees of client/friend Connie Miller‘s amazing global workshops, where DreamShield was born in a yoga hall in Italy, was traveling to Indonesia when her plane was shot down over the Ukraine and she perished with 295 others.
Hanny was an angel in training, awakening thousands of souls around the world to their full potential. RIP Hanny and all your fellow passengers. What the dark side cannot know is they have made you even more powerful angel in shifting this mixed up world into the light.
Though I never met you, my fellow Soul Dramatist, I will miss you, Hanny Huntjens.
Then this morning this came through loud and clear that all is not as it seems and I posted to Facebook.
I had a powerful vision of Hanny and all the passengers this morning. As the missile hit, and all was flame, I saw Hanny and each passenger transcend their human form. They became a fire of love and light, no fear as they rocketed for the soil of the war-torn Ukraine. As the passengers, crew and plane itself impacted the earth a shock wave of love and light raced outwards. A tidal wave of peaceful loving energy to heal a land taking this world to the brink of nuclear war. Satisfied their sacred mission was accomplished, all board willed the plane to reassemble into a jet of light and love and they, the new human angels of Malaysia flight MH17, lifted off to their home cities across the globe to comfort the hearts and souls of those they left behind.
About 20 minutes later, in that light sleep stage where the Orion ETs like to reach me before my busy day begins, I was shown the balancing act of my life mission in my existence in an amazingly fast life review. Darkness, even something as dark as Hanny and her fellow passengers and the crew who died transcended the darkness with their light. It’s all cosmic fuel for transforming the word, as was 9/11.
My outlook on all tragedy has changed so much. I bless my bizarre experience with my negligent landlord for showing me it can all be used, like a rope of white light weaving with a roped dark as space. Yes, we must honor our human feelings of outrage and grief that this energetic still needs to happen in this world. But is getting easier for me to accept the pain for its higher end and move on. Come the end of my lease on Halloween, how appropriate, assuming my health has returned that what I will do and bless my bad landlord for his lessons. Perhaps a good PI attorney can transmute it in a financial blessing. So even if I do “sue the bastard” as the saying goes, it will not be done from anger but love and laughter.
So there I am ready to start my day when I release the rage over a tough week and weave it, the rope of light and dark and I see the rope gather into ball of grey energy and from one end a shaft of bright light heads into space, and another dives for the new central core of the planet the ETs, teleported in this busy spirit week to help shift humanity faster, and I see the rope of darkness drop and anchor into the new core. The rope of dark and shaft of light based in Sedona join the 24 twins we constructed in Antarctica. Now I see all the Antarctica meditations are designed to shift humanity’s darkness to light. Like “Greed to Sharing”, coolest ever meditation number 12.
That’s when the angels started laughing at and with me in my bed. An ET angelic chorus of laughter that it took me 61 years to figure this out. I was not embarrassed at my clueless self, as 61 years is the blink an eye to the universe. Heck no! I laughed right along with the ET angels and began my Sunday feeling like a new man!