The reality of the gathering has already become clear. Even through distorted channels.
The King stood before them and gave them their first look at their
crown. The rising son is in place. Both said what they came to say,
then sat down. They made their case.
Your writer did his best to remind them. Handed them the mirror. Sang for them. Then sat back down.
You want the numbers:
Eleven for. Ten against. Your writer loves the number eleven.
The only support the ten will receive will be the rising son. Although
he is called that as he is expected to rise for, not against. This lie
is directed at them, not us, this time.
Eleven are simply walking away. All the way, away. (Email if this is not clear)
The Gates are down there will be no more recycling. Those who wish to
leave, can leave. So departing the vessels that have been their
trophies for so long, is an option.
For the ten that remain, managing the thirteen will be a challenge. Not
one they are unprepared for as these are already doing what they were
told. Managing the rest will be easier as they began dissolving the
projects and programs weeks ago now, amalgamating everything back to
one. This applies to everything they keep in the dark.
What is done in the light is designed to be apparent or obvious. Those with eyes
to see, ears to hear and the heart to feel, will see through the
shadows. No one at this meeting possesses the power of will to alter
their plans. Giving humans the chance to wake up for themselves. The wave will help also of course.
Those ten who remain have already made this plan clear, but to ensure
the magical agreement on their end is upheld it will be repeated,
directly and fully (the only way your writer would agree to) where no
one will read or believe it.. Here.
But not today. If this needs explained, disregard this blog post.
Today we will focus on this:
The old owners claim lifts in the fall. You will feel this, and will not need to verify with anyone else, your writer included.
The new owners are not going to change the plan although their numbers
have diminished. The Path of Discoveries will take place.
No one owns you. No one owns Her. They think they do.
Those of you who are entangled with some of these beings who are walking away...
Well, sorry for being so blunt, but your writer does not feel sympathy for you in this.
So the board is set as we expected. We all hoped for a wild card, but we are getting what we need, not what we want.
A good long look inside themselves for those who have been too terrified
to do this work on their own. The most important vote we have ever
Fear or love. Nothing new here.
Fear is telling us cut off our bad parts.
Love is telling us to heal the bad parts.
The choice is ours.
The dark of this world is a reflection of what is still inside us. All the
things we have not looked at. All those things we have not healed.
This is what we refused to do as a collective, which led us to now. Let
us not repeat the same mistake.
Your choice here, and the appropriate following actions, will speak your
mind to your new owners. Do you need them, or can you do things on
your own? Will you do the work, or give the responsibility over to
Break for fun, time to play. Then back to focus.
~The new owners are no owners at all. They want us to believe they are.~