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The Incarnates: Awakening To The Spiritual War, Part 7

I See Dead People

I’m ready to tell you my secret now. ~Cole Sear, The Sixth Sense.

The Dark Ones. They’ve been desperate for a long time, truth be told and those of The Light know about this all too well. The balance has shifted and they have hit the RED ZONE of alert.

Their way of life, that their way of running the human show was coming to an end — now it begins.

Little do they know that those who cross over aren’t actually a loss when it comes to fighting The War. Of course they are missed by their loved ones, but they are with The Light, fighting for their Soul Family who are here and will remain here fighting.They have always known what their missions were.

It doesn’t matter if The Dark can Agent Smith humans-and do with most of them to some degree — humans taken over by darkness can create whatever they like. But, it will never, ever mean that they will out maneuver or outwit or out last The Light, they are so far ahead of The Dark that it’s nearly immeasurable.

It’s almost laughable. If it wasn’t so annoying. The things they do to toy and play with humanity is really — at least for her human aspect — difficult to comprehend at times. Of course, her Higher Self knows all of this, and beyond of course, infinitely into the future of exactly what will become of all of this.

I want to know! Tell me, I’ll channel it. I’m ready. Go.

Come on! PLEEEEEEEASE! How will this cluster play out???

She jokes with her guides as she watches some news story about the Pandemic raging on in America.

Ha ha, yeah right. Right?

Silence.

Patience has always been an issue for her. When she was a small child, growing up was agony. Being a child was torture. Being stuck without control of herself really was hell, especially in her family. It seemed to take forever for those first 18 years to pass.

She cannot say the same about the last 18+.

Of course, at times — especially these last few years, with these last few dozen Stargate’s — time has for the most part moved very quickly, not only for her but for the collective in general, and that would be the case, given what has been transpiring.

Just as the energies begin to sift and shake old, painful, fearful energies — the dark come in to feed from it, and unless the human is aware, takes a stand of calm, and knowing, and mindfulness — they become hosts — instead of ascending in their consciousness, in their connections to their Soul’s, they are pulled further away because they allow the darkness to feed.

They have no idea they are doing it. Well, most don’t.

This one does. Mr. Eagle knows better. She thinks back to that video of him talking about how it was before and after she drove the darkness out of him, out of his home, out of his entire field.

For a time, he was pretty strong, and did a great job of fighting back and working with her about it.

He could feel it and fight it back — but eventually it won. It came back and when it did — it was even worse than it was before.

She blames herself. Of course she does, she’s The Archangel, she’s the one who should have fought harder.

I was too passive in her clearing of Mr. Eagle’s body of what it was.

It fooled her, and she will never forgive herself for not driving it out with all the force that is afforded to her. Vicious is what she should have been. Instead, she cared for the human’s feelings a bit much, she didn’t want to scare him by it being “dramatic” in his healing — besides, she didn’t think she needed to be, but she seriously underestimated the relentlessness of his demons — his fears were bigger than she thought and bigger than he ever led on.

However, it seemed to work. He was not only healed of the various attachments, but he was physically healed as well. Various issues were a thing of the past — knee, back, prostate, blood sugar — even his hearing improved, although he never told her that part. He was amazed that he didn’t need his hearing aids to be as loud as before.

His knee didn’t hurt anymore, his back wasn’t an issue either. His overall energy was like nothing he could have imagined it to be — she did that. She even made it possible for him to get erections again — and of course, he didn’t tell her that either. But she knew.

He was always in complete awe and complete denial of what she was and what he was witnessing, even though he knew full well.

He knew what she was prior to her working on him, but it was during and after that day when he was absolutely in awe of her. He knew what she was — he just liked to be in denial about it.

It got to the point that he was seeing The Dragons before she would.

I can’t believe he sees you before I do! She telepathically talked to them while looking at the sky.

We are training him, Dear One. To see on his own. To hear us, to feel our love without you pointing us out.

I know…It’s just sad that he can see so much while being so blind to how he allows The Dark to use him.

It truly broke her heart, but she was grateful that something came through to him because he was constantly forgetting who and what she was.

He learned, like the others she taught — Dragons are real. They are just on the other side. They can be seen, but you need to know what to look for.

She longs to see them as they are, not as they must press themselves against the curtain, and project into the world. But not everyone can handle seeing a massive Dragon flying around. However, they aren’t all big — some are very small, or more accurately — the large ones project into smaller bodies and objects to come into the world.

She has visions/memories and fantasies about being with them. She knows that she is with them in another way — her Archangel energy is there with them and many other places.

Wherever there’s a Dragon, there’s also an Archangel or two — which always brings her comfort. They watch over her in the most amazing ways.

Yet from her perspective in a human body — she knows this in her heart along with the visions that come through — how real it truly is.

She’s made it known that they can come and sweep her up at any time and sometimes wishes for it.

The Dragons are Angelic in origin, as they were brought into being by The Archangels. They don’t have a “home” just like any other Angelic.

Any Angelic is considered “homeless” however, but it’s truly a joke as they are always home.

Angelics are the direct extensions of The Prime Creators and they can and do create constantly whatever it is that they need to help creation in the name of The Light. From Dragons, to portals upon GAIA, to special Angelic Dimensions they take Souls as needed, to the feathers at your feet to show you they are with you.

Angelics are the true Divine masters and wizards of energy and alchemy and this is why they come into body. Because of what they can do. Because of what they have the potential to do.

Even if they forget everything once being born. In the scheme of things-only the tiniest of droplets of their knowledge, and abilities come through to the human aspect. Enough to know what they need to know, grow, evolve and develop as their guidance, missions and life journey’s guide them.

It has to be a process of integration between any Incarnate and their Higher Self and this takes years-an entire lifetime.

For any Incarnate, a quick and full integration would destroy their mind and abilities to reason with the reality that they are in, and for others — like Archangels and Dragons — it would mean spontaneous combustion. Even going slow causes many physical disturbances that are impossible not to experience.

From actual bodily structure changes, eye changes/disturbances, ringing in the ears & high pitched noises (transmissions), changes in metabolism & digestion, extreme pressure in each chakra as transmutation of energies occurs, light sensitivities, unable to be around electronics, skin eruptions, changes in tolerance to weather, periods of extreme fatigue, shifting in priorities, menstrual changes, energies and of course all of this leads to heightened psychic, energetic and physical abilities.

Dormant or “junk” DNA activated and the carbon structure changes to crystalline. This is for many “refractive” reasons.

For anyone not in the know — these “issues” would be a call to the doctors office — always to find that there’s nothing wrong with the person.

She once had to do something she hated — which was going to the hospital. She had done it way too many times in her “previous life” the thought of going again was not a good one but she was confused.

The chest pain, the tightness in her chest, the rapid heart rate was so bad that she thought she was finally going to be told she had lung cancer from her many years of smoking — she had yet to quit and it was nearly 25 years.

It turned out that they found nothing, and many moons later she would discover that it was her Heart Chakra opening up — which can be rather painful, especially if you don’t know what’s happening. The body locks up and makes it worse. Since then she tries to get the word out to The Light Body about Ascension Symptoms.

She hated this life so much that she was committing suicide out in the open proclaiming how she hated herself with every puff.

At least that’s how her Guides finally presented it to her, and how she came to see it. And that’s what made her stop. It was about 3 months after the ER visit.

She had been the sickest she had ever been — the cough was epic and she was having a hard time breathing. She was wheezing. She got scared and wondered if it was the beginning of the end.

Oh no I did it to myself, now I’m going to die from this shit.

It was one of her “in-limbo” moments. It was a couple of years after she had healed herself from her chronic illness, yet she was still in prison in many ways. Life was not all roses after she dropped the energy that kept her sick.

She kept smoking, she was fully committed to it — even smoking indoors.

It’s my house.

It had been a long time since she felt their presence so intensely — the day she was told to heal herself.

Her Guides descended on her — with energetic pressure upon her back and all in her home — as her face was in the side of the couch after one of her coughing fits and she was catching her breath.

DO YOU HATE YOURSELF?!?

She didn’t know what was happening. But she knew she wasn’t alone anymore. She felt them, on top of her — they had no bodies, but they were there. The same ones who lifted her up years before and showed her, at least in part — who she was — told her why she was sick and how to fix it.

Archangels.

She just knew they were all energy and very powerful and they seemed to know everything.

She didn’t know it was them at the time, only that they were the same ones — she felt it — she didn’t call them that, and even her own Archangel aspect was there — Gabriel. Screaming the loudest at this stubborn human.

They kept pressing, DO YOU HATE YOURSELF? DO YOU WANT TO DIE? DO YOU TRULY HATE YOURSELF? WHY ARE YOU KILLING YOURSELF?CHOOSE YOUR PATH NOW!

I, I…No. I don’t hate myself. I don’t. I love myself, I’m a good person. I don’t want to die. Not like that, no…Please…I don’t want to feel this anymore. I don’t. I want to stop. I’ll stop. I want to, I promise.

They were gone. The pressure of them on top of her, screaming energetically in her ear — the visions of her being sick with cancer, on oxygen, in pain and still wanting to smoke — gone. The visions that were always so fuzzy, they took her to so she could feel it. So they could make her understand what path she was on and bring her to the edge.

She had to decide. Which life would she lead? One of self hate, being in her own way, always sick to some degree despite clearing herself of the Fibromyalgia.

Or, was she going to chose a path that was just white light.

That’s all she could see as far as what they were showing her.

One was very detailed, and very scary, it felt like hell to her — really anyone’s hell, especially if you’ve been a smoker. You know that’s the path you keeping walking despite everything telling you that it’s a bad thing. And they were right about that.

She never saw it that way, that she hated herself, that she was committing slow suicide — she always thought she would pull the cord before hitting the ground. At least that was what her denial told her.

In those moments they were showing her that this was the rip-cord. Her coughing up every ounce of nasty smokers lung she’s been carrying around for 25 years.

25 years of smoking. It showed too. Especially since she lost the weight she carried when she was sick. She was only in her early forties and she had those wrinkled smokers lips without even trying. She saw them coming on a couple of years before but it didn’t make her stop smoking.

I guess I have been acting like I hate myself.

It wasn’t until they came to her in her panicked moments — posing questions to her, and showing her visions of herself in bed and dying of lung cancer. Miserable, alone, in pain and just waiting to die.

IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?

Who in their right minds would want that? It’s terrifying to contemplate that type of situation, but especially bringing it upon yourself — and that was their point.

If you hate yourself so much — still — then why do it slowly? Do you really hate yourself? Why are you chancing this outcome?

All good questions.

For the other side of it — nothing. Just beautiful white space. Sparkly, but that’s all. A love energy, a peaceful energy — a future with love is what they showed her — without any detail at all.

Of course, this is where she was meant to be. And once she answered their questions it was all gone and she was alone in her apartment, face in the cushions and bawling her eyes out.

She quit smoking that day. Never wanted one again. People in her life were dumbstruck.

“You just quit?” Her son was truly amazed. She was a smoker. He became one too.

“Yep. It turns out I love myself.”

He rolled his eyes at her and shook his head. A very familiar expression.

“It really is slow suicide, Babe. I’m sorry I showed you that side of me and life. I hope you can get to the place I found and stop someday much sooner than I did.”

She told him about the event that happened, just another one of many that she had been through and shared with him over the years. She shared way more with him than he did with her.

There were so many metaphysical and spiritual situations and events he had been through. He only told her the tiniest fraction of it. He wasn’t sure why, of anyone she was his biggest supporter in everything, and when it came to their shared “weirdness” she always did her best to make him feel “normal” even though they both knew that they were both far from it — yet there wasn’t anything else other than “weird” for them to hang their hats on.

While they both considered themselves spiritual, they were both very ignorant to who they were and how things worked in general. Truly blind and deaf when it came to their experiences and abilities.

It didn’t matter that he could see spirits just like the little boy in that movie, The Sixth Sense. Ironically enough, when he finally saw the movie — he was about the boys age in the movie. And their real-life conversation was very similar to the one in the movie as well.

“Mom?”

“Yeah Baby?”

“You know that movie we saw? The boy who could see the dead people?”

“Wasn’t it great?”

He was not like most children, his affinity for anything supernatural was tremendous and most things did not scare him. There wasn’t anything in the movie that he didn’t see before — more graphic violence — that’s for sure, that his father had exposed him to much younger than she wished.

“Yeah…But I have to tell you something.”

“OK. Shoot.”

“I can do it too.”

“Do what?”

“See them. The dead people.”

“Oh.”

He looked up at her with those big brown eyes that said, Am I OK?

“Oh Love!” And she scooped him up. Held him tight.

“Are you ok? You’re not scared are you?”

“No…Not anymore.”

“When did this start and why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I don’t know…I just didn’t know what was happening. No one else sees them.”

Oh Lord. My Baby.

She thought about the movie and how it was for Cole. She hated thinking that she was so clueless with her own baby.

“I know Babe. But I have seen them. Once…Your Great Grandfather came to visit me when you were still a nugget in my belly. He woke me up in the middle of the night and took a look at me, then walked through the bed and into the room he lived in. He was transparent, so it was difficult to make out details, and even though I never met him before I knew exactly who he was.”

They talked about it at the time, but she had only been able to see apparitions that one time — he saw them constantly.

Just like the boy in the movie, it took him time to figure out who was “real” and who wasn’t sometimes. He said it was extra hard because unlike in the movie they didn’t look all messed up, they weren’t bloody or dead looking. They just seemed out of place and paying attention to things that weren’t there, like they were someplace in-between, and that’s what caught his eye.

He was always noticing things that others didn’t. Small details and he always was paying attention to everyone around him. He rarely missed anything.

He was like a Lion, a Wolf and a Hawk. Needless to say, he was a strong person — no matter what his age.

She talked to him about them — The Dead People. She wanted him to feel safe, to know that they weren’t there to harm him and most likely confused — just like in the movie and if he was to engage with them — to do so only if he felt that their energy was loving. He could call in Angeles to talk to them.

That made him feel better, especially when he did what she said and it worked, but he still kept most of the happenings to himself. She would ask him about it periodically, and he would just acknowledge the situation but not want to discuss it. He didn’t want to be different.

Like many Light Bodies — he felt that the happenings that he experienced that no one else could see would only make him out to be crazy and weird.

He didn’t mind being who he was privately when it came to that stuff, it was about keeping it private, not having it be the topic of conversation.

They had another thing in common, besides being empaths, psychic and telepathic. His body hurt like hers did. From the time he was very little.

He had bouts of pain in his joints when he was a small child and she would sooth him with warm wet towels. Later she would find that it was mostly her energy that helped him.

As she was coming into more awareness of things, she started to consciously discover the concept of energy healing, like Reiki and diving deeper into the rabbit holes she was being led — and sharing them with him.

He told her how he had been “making his friend’s pains and headaches go away” by putting his hands on them and “wanting to take the pain out”.

She was shocked and amazed at this, but also not really. He was a special person, she’s witnessed him accomplish amazing things so she knew it was true. Plus, he was like her — not into lying. She decided she would work to learn Reiki.

What she had done for herself energetically seemed like a one-off for her, she didn’t know she was fully equipped to do that again and again on anyone — even from a long distance.

It would take many more months for her to get to the point of accepting that her passive wishes for an animal or a person to heal, that she would actually make it happen.

It wasn’t until she healed her first person intentionally about 6 months after they had that conversation — that she was forever changed.

She never needed to take classes for Reiki because she was a natural healer — it would take her over 40 years to figure that out — but eventually she did.

Thanks to the animals in her life and her increased connection to her guides, hearing them better, being guided — finally realizing that it was her.

When she told him about the event that happened to get her to stop smoking, she hoped to ignite something in him too — but it didn’t.

He was always frustrated with her wonderment of things, especially at that time period — the beginnings of her awakening weren’t easy on her relationship with her son. This sudden change in her only added to that.

Mostly because he could tell it was real-just like all of the other things. He would smoke around her and she would have no reaction whatsoever. It obviously didn’t make her want one and it didn’t freak her out like other ex-smokers either.

She was so calm and neutral abut it that it really tripped him out.

I just have to show him that it’s real.

A year would pass, countless events would shape the reality of her life and bring her to the impossible conclusion and reality of herself, when she would finally accept and know exactly what she was. An Archangel.

It would take a long time for her to be comfortable enough to speak the words to another human, and as soon as she did though, she wished she hadn’t. She thought she broken the man.

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe her — on the contrary — he did.

That’s what made it so uncomfortable for him. He wasn’t sure what to make of an Archangel healing him. Why was he so special?

She had been helping him with his horribly crooked back, and pain from surgeries. His 73 year old body wasn’t what it used to be and he walked with a deep hunch — yet refused to use a cane.

He had been signing to anyone who would listen just how amazing she was and how great he felt because of her. Now he’s realized he was talking about an Archangel and he felt like he was in a free-fall.

Continued…

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