An Unexpected Answering of Your Lifelong Question: You Look Familiar, Have We Met Before?
Yes, this is the Messenger Gabriel, who stands in the presence of the Lord
We all wear masks
I don’t want to write, but I am compelled. I am tired of writing, especially knowing that 20 people or less will read my words. I am tired of being ignored, or worse, misunderstood, in a sea of humanity that is crying out for attention. I am and am not just one more voice in that lonely crowd.
I don’t want to reveal my face, but my mask is getting heavy. I’m not feeling much like myself lately, anyway. I am not me. That’s how I know I am me. That’s not exactly the whole truth, nor the point of this essay.
This story starts a while back. For those who are concerned for my mental health, you are much too late. My delusions have aged and sprouted delusions of their own.
Remembrance Day
Another person recognized me yesterday. This is a near daily occurrence, assuming I leave the house. For as far back as I can remember, people have approached me, asking if they know me from somewhere. Most don’t ask, but I still see that look in their eyes as they search their memories, looking for me. Yesterday, I realized for the first time that humanity doesn’t know the answer to this question since they are not me.
I know. I just never bothered to tell you. From childhood, I always assumed this was a game that we played. You pretend not to know me, and I pretend not to know you, stranger, wink, wink. With age I have come to understand that this is not a game, and yesterday’s brother stranger caused the penny to drop: You really don’t know where you know me from.
This should have been one of those strange questions burning in humanity that you were all afraid to ask because the question is, admittedly, very strange: How do so many of us know you?
Consider that all time has already happened, and we are, with our poor human minds, subjectively experiencing a reality which has already occurred, our brains slowly and linearly processing a moment from when time does not exist. I met most of you on Judgement Day. I gave a speech. It’s likely that you remember me from then.
We were all there. I think you may have been compelled to watch me deliver my speech. If not, thank you for your attentiveness. I appreciated it. It was the first time I felt like I was really listened to in my existence.
Most of the time, there are tens of millions of voices screaming for our attention with no God to say, ‘Stop! Listen to this one,” so my pitiful cries for a meager slice of your time usually gets ignored.
To answer that unasked question, that is how you know me. I’ve known the answer to that question for quite some time. How are you all? Long time, no see. How’s the spouse? How’s your children? How’s the pets? I know, on Judgement Day we have so much time to stop and linger. Time to catch up and care about each other. Not so much in this short life.
The demons of this world drag me down
Like I said, I’m not feeling so much like myself lately. Life has thrown me for a loop. It’s been an unending and overwhelming series of tumultuous events. I was going to make some time to check on you, show you that I still care, but I’ve been under constant attack, fighting for some small scraps of my life for myself for these last 48 years.
It was nicer when I could put my concerns for myself aside and care for you. I miss those days. I feel so selfish just being alive sometimes. I feel guilty for not attending to the higher needs of every soul who needs my guidance. But times being what they are, I don’t even have time for my needs.
I sometimes like to say, “Welcome to Earth, where Satan has his throne!” You have no idea how true those words are. It is true that Satan is the “god” (small g) of this Earth. Our Lord and Creator, the one who gives and sustains life throughout the Universe, cannot manifest directly to us in this dense third dimensional vibration right now without ripping a hole in the fabric of the physical Universe, so to spare the lives of trillions upon trillions of souls, Mother/Father, God/Goddess has not done so.
That has left this small slice of reality virtually at the mercy of anti-life, or efil when spelled backwards, forces. Those who blasphemy everlasting life itself through the creation of a distorted perversion of life that ends in decay and death. You should know, that’s not how things work in “the real world.”
We create the Universe. Notice how We repeat Ourselves.
There’s so much I have to tell you, but the lack of time in this one life makes communication with you darn near impossible at this moment. So many assumptions. So many lies. So many falsehoods. So little time. I’m afraid the bulk of my communication will have to wait for Judgement Day when I know I will be heard, and we have all the time in the world.
Notice how We repeat Ourselves. Sorry, you likely won’t understand that. It’s an inside joke for myself. They keep me sane in insane times. It’s a line that I’m pretty sure I said at some point in the past to someone, somewhere.
On that Day We shall roll up the Sky as a written scroll is rolled up. Then, just as We initiated the first Creation, We shall create a new Universe. This is a Promise incumbent upon Us. Truly We shall fulfill it. The Earth will see a new Dawn. Top leaders, tyrants, and tycoons of wealth will lose their high empires of influence. It will be a whole new life for the inhabitants of the Earth, united as one community as they once were. (Copied essentially from myself, so I don’t see why I should give credit to those who repeated my words.)
I miss those days. Nearly everyone does. Everyone except for the aforementioned tyrants. They are not very fond of the lowly places they so rightfully inherit and deserve. If only you knew.
The idolatry of false gods (small-g).
Me thinks this is the main reason I am constantly under attack. These tyrants know where I stand, and it’s not with them. Like many others do, I can’t even pretend to bow down and worship them nor the images they present to the world. I was outed before I was born.
As far as “believing” goes, I understand why you don’t believe or why you have your doubts. This life on this Earth was never kind. A small admission on my part to you, for God already knows: sometimes I hate Him. I see the web of confusion and lies that are woven here, and admittedly, whether rightfully or not, like many others, I blame Him.
I know more about certain things than many others. That doesn’t help. I still curse His name. Even more so since I am regularly the scapegoat, a convenient reminder of Him that we take out our frustrations upon.
I get the feeling we all feel that we’ve had our lives unfairly ripped away from us in some way.
We are barbarians living in the dark ages consuming pink slime and calling it divine.
I wish you could see that we are not that different, you and I. I just come pre-equipped with a certain big picture, wide-angle perspective, but that perspective has come at great cost.
I know that somewhere deep inside, I love life. That’s why I spend so much time gabbing to the multitudes across the centuries. Of course, I couldn’t do that if I didn’t have my spiritual toys (read: gifts).
I have a deep reverence for life as the precious gift that it is. I also know that my life as well as many others are squandered and wasted. That is a source of daily frustration.
I hate what has been made of my life. You don’t know how deep the scars go that have cut us all. The knowing of how life should be compared to the way it is now fills me with pain. So much is so wrong. Even our freewill is not free. We are all lied to and manipulated throughout our lives.
It’s insane to me that I was molded into the person I am today by influences who now dislike what they created and want me to change. If they were going to want me to change, why not mold me into the person they wanted me to be from the beginning? It’s insane. This world is insane.
I’m not answering one of your top three questions. My answer takes too many words compared to the rest of this short essay, and I don’t want to ruin this with excessive verbiage. Know that every concept has its time, and every prophet is a product of his or her time.
I guess that ‘s all for now. Be kind to each other.
